Dedicated to the silly little white artist

340 two

Zheng He is a good and carefree boy by nature. Even if something went wrong in "Happy Enemy" and his affairs with Mr. Bai were exposed, he was only troubled for half an hour, and he was full of life again.

After getting off the plane, Mr. Bai has to go back to BEACHER to handle business. His main work now is about "Han Xin Tang", but the office on the top floor of the BEACHER building is the most secure, so no one plans to move. Still running on both sides of the Sixth Ring Road in the West District, Mr. Bai didn't know how long he was going to be busy today, so he asked him to go back to the villa first and wait for news from Boss Song.

Zheng He responded well, turned to Chen Ming who was driving, and said, "Take me to the house on the third ring road, who has the key?"

Chen Ming glanced at Zheng He in the rearview mirror, and said, "I have the key here, but can you tell me why you didn't go to the villa? Did you quarrel with Mr. Bai?"

"You think too much," Zheng He said with a smile: "The villa is more than 30 minutes away from BEACHER. I know him well. If today is very busy, he will definitely come back no matter how late it is. It’s safe, it’s better to live on the side of the third ring road, I can walk there in a few minutes, so I don’t have to worry about it.”

Chen Ming felt emotional in his heart, and still said seriously: "Then I will report to Mr. Bai, so that he won't ask us later."

"Okay," Zheng He said graciously, "Mr. Bai sometimes has a weird temper, so I've troubled you a lot in the past."

Chen Ming couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment and burst out: "I've been with Mr. Bai for so many years, and this is the first time someone dares to speak out about his faults."

Zheng He spread his hands helplessly: "It's all out of habit."

Chen Ming said with concern: "Mr. Bai has such a temperament, you can't do it if you're not used to it."

Zheng He thought for a while, and couldn't help but pat Chen Ming on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."

340 three

Jiezi felt that he hadn't seen Mr. Bai for a few days, and the man seemed to have changed a bit.

"Snapped."

Mr. Bai threw the document in his hand on the table, looked at Jie Zi who was clearly out of state, and said calmly, "I'll give you three seconds, and immediately wipe out all the dirt in your mind that you're imagining." Kick them all out, or you will get out of this room too."

Jiezi was startled: "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

Mr. Bai snorted coldly: "It's clear at a glance, do you have any more questions?"

Suddenly, Jie Zi felt the slight sense of disobedience in Mr. Bai again. He is a person with a particularly effective sixth sense, and his control of details can cut off the realm of replaying every minute, but he just like this He stared straight at Mr. Bai for a while, but couldn't feel anything.

Mr. Bai simply dropped the document, took off his glasses and stared at Jiezi. The two stared for a long time, and Jiezi suddenly blushed.

Mr. Bai: "..."

Bai En: "Why are you blushing?"

Jie Zi said: "Hey, Mr. Bai, haven't you noticed that you have become handsome? Although it is a little short of my family Mingming, it is still enough to dominate the world."

Mr. Bai didn't listen to Jiezi's nonsense at all, he sneered, and said: "If you are just here to waste my time, then I will multiply the return by ten to let you know how much it is to be disturbed while walking together." Painful and nasty."

"You beat me up." Jie Zi said, "I'll tell Ah He to go."

Mr. Bai thought for a while, and said: "According to Zheng He's gentle and moderate attitude, I think he will use words to comfort you, and then whisper in my ears. After a few times, if he finds that it doesn't work, he will ignore you." gone."

Jie Zi said: "You two gangsters are really going too far. I want to resign."

Mr. Bai said: "Even if you write out the resignation report, I won't approve it, so you should die."

Jie Zi said: "Then I'll tell Zheng He that you sexually harass me."

Mr. Bai was full of disgust: "I don't like yours, and Zheng He knows it too, so you don't even have to think about it."

"Then I'll tell you that you want a change." Jie Zi still spoke boldly.

Bai En finally laughed this time, and he said: "Have you forgotten what Zheng He's occupation is? Whatever feeling I want, my baby can give me the feeling of acting, why do I need to change people?"

340 four

After Zheng He made "Spring Tribulation", the price of each episode was about 20 yuan, and the appearance fee of "Happy Friends" later exceeded 100 million. Although the final income of the film was terrible, it had nothing to do with Zheng He himself. Several producers have set their sights on this potential 'newcomer', including Director Wang who has worked with Zheng He.

"Spring Tribulation" was a big hit. Director Wang quickly started a new wave of fundraising after a short period of preparation. He was different from other directors. He was the first film director and producer to finish filming a film with insufficient funds. Later, even with a producer who often prepares together, the funds are firmly in control, which makes many investment bosses feel at ease.

Director Wang's new drama is adapted from real people and true stories. It tells the story of a village in a turbulent era that took in several injured scientific researchers. Unfortunately, the imperial army searched and the follow-up troops of the Eighth Route Army arrived in 28 hours. Therefore, the villagers tried to protect the scientific researchers. I tried my best to last until the last moment, and the name was given a special literary name, which is called "Meeting in 28 Hours".

Zheng He's role is not very important, and he is quite hard-working. His parents died as soon as he appeared on the stage, and only a child bride was left at home. But after listening to the story and looking at the character design, he immediately made an appointment to sign the contract, just because The child bride-in-law was not in a good spirit, Zheng He thought of Mr. Bai, and started laughing before hanging up the phone, and sneaked into Mr. Bai's study as if he had been tickled.

"What are you laughing at?" Mr. Bai took off his glasses, and tapped Zheng He's head with the temple.

"I'm accepting a new play." Zheng He said.

"That's a good thing... Are you satisfied with the script?" Bai En asked according to the understanding of normal people.

"I'm so satisfied," Zheng He clicked on the script that the director had passed on to him, and clicked on the character setting to show Mr. Bai: "Hahahaha, just take a look, hehehe."

Mr. Bai was furiously laughed by Zheng He: "What kind of script can make you happy like this..." He began to look at Zheng He's character seriously, and his eyes stayed on Zheng He's child bride: "..."

Seeing Mr. Bai's dumbfounding face, Zheng He smiled even more happily: "Look, this drama should be too suitable for me, and I can act in my true colors."

340 five

The perennial business of Mr. Bai's "news inventory" is not to buy news, but to "receive" news, which means that the parties involved in the news come to BEACHER to report and buy their own news. The news is a one-sided transaction. Remove the chassis directly to achieve a real blockade.

The most tragic thing is that Mr. Bai has a monopoly. In the entire H city and the three surrounding provinces, there is no other place to collect news except his "news inventory", which makes people feel at ease and uneasy.

Mr. Bai once talked to Zheng He about the 'news inventory' in a cryptic manner. Unfortunately, Zheng He's head has completely inherited the habit of primates seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. I forgot this paragraph, and the reality told him: People, you can't live too simple——

In the alley where the rain is pouring.

"Say! Where is the 'message inventory'?!" Two 1.8-meter-high men surrounded Zheng He, one of whom held a black gun and pressed against Zheng He's back.

Zheng He was so frightened that his legs trembled. He didn't expect to go out to buy dog ​​food and encounter such a thing that he only saw on TV.

"What is Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao's news inventory?" Zheng He's tongue trembled, and he had an intuition that the gun was real.

"Don't play tricks with me!" The man said coldly, the butt of the gun hit Zheng He's shoulder directly, and Zheng He heard a muffled 'cracking' sound from his bones, and then his arm tilted, and the pain directly Kneeling in a cold sweat.

The man with the gun clicked his tongue, hit the safety bolt and installed a long black tube on the muzzle of the gun to point at Zheng He: "Waste our time."

Zheng He's pupils contracted suddenly, and he realized that he might really be in some kind of crisis, and there was no Mr. Bai by his side——

Can't die here.

"Wait a minute!" He stood up against the wall, suppressing the fear in his heart not to look at the dark muzzle of the gun, and said, "You, can you remind me of some clues? I might know where the 'message inventory' is..."

Everyone thought that 'Message Stock' was the name of a group, but only Bai En knew that 'Message Stock' was his memory.

The man thought for a moment, put the muzzle of the gun on Zheng He's head, and said, "Are you called Zheng He?"

The deadly cold feeling of the gun body made Zheng He's scalp numb. His right hand grabbed the watch strap on his left wrist and kept turning the millstone. The man shouted angrily: "What are you doing?"

Zheng He quickly raised his hands, his hands trembling uncontrollably. The man cut open the watch strap with a knife, turned the dial, and glanced at Zheng He. The other man nodded understandingly, took the pistol and suppressed Zheng He.

"There is nothing on the outside..." Zheng He hurriedly defended in a low voice.

The man cut open the dial with a knife, and found that there was indeed nothing inside. He put the watch away in his pocket suspiciously, and asked, "Who are you, Bai En?"

"...My love." Zheng He immediately understood who these two people came for when he heard this.

The man with the gun said: "I think this damn bitch really doesn't know anything, and if I keep asking, I won't be able to ask anything. It's better to bet it back and use it as a bargaining chip."

"Do you think he is qualified?" Another person was dubious.

When Zheng He heard that the two were going to take him back, he knew something was wrong, and shouted: "I remembered! I know where the 'message inventory' is!"

"Where?!" The man gave Zheng He his left shoulder again.

Zheng He shivered in pain, knowing that his arm was either broken or useless, he held his forearm enduring the pain and lifted it up, saying: "The top floor of BEACHER."