Depraved

When Mu Shen received his call, he didn't say much, probably because he was still busy there, but he hurriedly agreed to ask Uncle Huang to see him off in the afternoon, and then hung up the phone.

Fang Ting felt left out.I can't say I'm sad, but I'm a little bit uncomfortable psychologically.Originally, he wanted to ask Mu Shen's opinion about "Zigao Biography".But it was just a spur of the moment, Mu Shen didn't know the status quo in the entertainment industry and these twists and turns, asked him, why not flip a coin.

The feeling of irritability and powerlessness lasted until Lao Huang drove up.Lao Huang didn't give him any good looks, probably still angry at Fang Ting's misfortune and misfortune to the country?Fang Ting didn't want to talk to him either, leaning on the passenger seat and looking out the window lazily.

When we arrived at the downstairs of the company, it was full of people. Those holding microphones and cameras all had an obvious lazy attitude. It can be seen that they failed to catch any hot spots, but they still had to guard.Originally, Fang Ting alone could not attract so many flies, but now he has been fired so hotly. On the one hand, there are people behind him who are behind the push, and on the other hand, the recent homosexuality issue is also a hot issue in society. .Not to mention anything else, the recent incidents have really increased Fang Ting's reputation, if it can be cleared up in the end, it might be Fang Ting's chance.

Fang Ting pressed his temple hard annoyed, the pain made him shiver.But the key is, can it be washed white?

Fang Ting swiped his finger to the right, signaling Uncle Huang to turn into an alley.Don't look at that group of entertainment journalists who are so soft now, I'm afraid they will become like a wolf and a tiger immediately after seeing him, full of energy. If they catch them, it will be difficult to get away.

The alley leads to the company's underground garage, and all the people who know about it are insiders. If you enter from here, there will probably be no problem. Most importantly, he can better show Mu Shen's importance.

In the underground garage, there were really not many people... Of course, not too few. The most wonderful thing is that the one who just got out of the car, with healthy brown skin, smiled at Fang Ting and showed a mouthful of white teeth. Director Meng's concubine, Wen Jian.Okay, let's work together, we don't need to find someone to spread the word. This person who is trusted by his immediate boss and loves to gossip, there is no better person.

But the two didn't have much friendship, so Fang Ting nodded and smiled at him, and then they went their separate ways tacitly.

After entering the company, Fang Ting didn't stay in the lobby too long. People coming and going looked contemptuous or probing, but there was nothing to make people feel comfortable. He went directly to the seventh floor, meeting room No. [-].Conference room No. [-] is much smaller than the main conference room, and it is mainly used for small meetings within the company.When he arrived, Director Meng hadn't come in yet, Zhuang Xiaowei was there, and there was a pen and paper in Xia Hua's place, probably after coming and going out.Fang Ting was sitting opposite Zhuang Xiaowei, Zhuang Xiaowei looked up at him when he heard the sound of the chair, his gaze was still gentle: "Fang Ting, actually I have always admired you very much. Your journey is too difficult."

this road?what way?

He never had a choice.Maybe there is another way, but he can't see it anyway.His temperament is such that it is determined that he can only go this way.

Maybe this is also called self-inflicted?

Fang Ting raised his eyebrows and smiled, then shook his head at Zhuang Xiaowei.

After a while, Xia Hua followed Director Meng in step by step.Director Meng stood by the table with her two-inch high-heeled shoes on. She was not in a hurry to sit down, and leaned on the edge of the table to look up and down Fang Ting from a bird's-eye view: "Fang Ting, I think you are Got it, what exactly are we going to discuss in this meeting."

Fang Ting held his breath, looked up at Director Meng, the corners of his tight lips parted, showing a smile mixed with a sigh: "...I know."

"I'll get straight to the point." Director Meng sat down on the chair and opened the folder under his arm. "When you joined the company, you signed a five-year contract, right? After the Spring Festival next year, the contract will be terminated. A little more than four months, um, the company didn't intend to renew the contract."

Not planning to renew.Well, it makes sense.When signing the contract, it was just for Ji Yao's face. One more person is not too much, and one less person is a lot-it's just a matter of raising a poor man to curry favor with Ji Yao.Anyone in the industry who has eyes and ears knows that he, Fang Ting, has long been rejected by all the directors at the entry point.

"Considering the possible benefits within four months and the cost of maintaining your public image, the company's top management finally made a decision to terminate the contract immediately."

"The agreement was terminated peacefully - no liquidated damages, do you have any objections?"

"If you don't agree, the company can accept not to terminate the contract, but it won't invest more in you." Director Meng turned the pen in his hand, "You understand what I mean."

clear.

In the next four months, there will be no exposure, no advertisements, no scripts...there will not even be any explanation for this incident, and it will be allowed to ferment.Commonly known as snow storage.

This is a threat to the company.

"It's not that the company is ruthless...it's that we don't want to take risks."

"If you leave now, maybe you can find a good next home. In four months, I'm afraid..." Director Meng smiled confidently. She took out the agreement in duplicate from the folder, pressed a pen and pushed Come over, "You know how to choose better."

Fang Ting took the pen, lowered his head, the pen was hanging an inch above the paper, but it still couldn't fall down.

"It's the kindness of the company to solve it now, Fang Ting."

Fang Ting clenched his hands tightly, leaving neat black handwriting on the white paper.

Director Meng smiled.

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