The boss is holding me by picking up trash

This director has a lot of dark history, and he has also experienced his character. If his agent hadn't taken over the job, Jing Sui wouldn't want to work with him.

I wanted to block directly, but after thinking about it, I sent a text message: "Call me a month's salary!"

The director didn't dare to continue calling, and also sent a text message: Yes yes yes!The crew pays double the pay, please come back!By the way, we are willing to fire Wei Ziyu, you can do whatever you want in this play, is that okay, brother Jing?

Seeing the scene of this text message distorted with his expression for a moment, as if he had seen a ghost in a daze, he didn't even want to send three words: pay back the money first.

Then I continued to stand by the flower bed and call home, but there was no reply.

In this way, the lights in the dormitory were turned off at night, and all the wages owed had been credited to the account, but there was still no news from home, so he decided to go back early tomorrow morning.

After thinking about it, Jing Suishan took a deep breath and buried himself under the blanket, took out the phone, unlocked it, clicked into the encrypted file, and wrote down today's date in a new line.

As if delaying to go around the earth, after typing "Meet Yao Yicheng", he pursed his lips and frowned, revealing the emotion called worry that never appeared on his face for a second during the day.

"The attitude is very casual and doesn't give face," he bit his lip, looking a little annoyed, but his fingertips had his own thoughts, and wrote, "Yes, this is the reaction that Cool Brother should have, keep it up."

After thinking about it, I made an objective summary of my performance: "It's not very rude."

Jing Sui looked at the school's uniform sky-blue quilt, thought for a while, and marked it down: 50% chance of being hated, it's best not to meet each other, and if you see each other again, it's up to you not to offend or show weakness.

After writing the second and third ideological guidelines for Yao Yi, he listed other people he met today in detail, including unknown drivers, roommates, and even Chen Min who he hadn't seen at all.

It was almost one o'clock after writing these, Jing Suimi encouraged himself to cheer up, smashed his phone in the face, and fell asleep.

---

It was very quiet in the car after Jing Sui left.

The driver felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

He thought of the boss's younger brother, Yao Jiaxi, who described his brother last time as "a pool of water that looks very clear, but it's deep but still clearly sees the bottom, and you can't know its undercurrents unless you fall into it."

In the end, he told him: "Do things well."

Originally, he couldn't comprehend the meaning of these seemingly contradictory words.

But now he seems to understand a little bit.

Yao Yicheng always behaved very calmly, seldom had a cold face, and he didn't even smile very much, but he was obviously so young, wouldn't he be too steady?

Thinking about it carefully, the boss's eyes were all cold and silent in his impression, and there was not even the slightest hint of a smile.

Like a delicate glass bead.

The driver was startled by the silent atmosphere and the thoughts in his head, and Yao Yicheng in the back seat spoke at this moment:

"In the future, you don't need to treat me as the boss in front of Jing Sui. I'm just a poor man who is being watched by you. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, he looked through the rearview mirror, under the slanting light of the flickering street lamps, his light-colored pupils were illuminated as if they came from some kind of monster. Although half of the round was transparent, the other side was inevitably hidden in the darkness. , looking a little majestic, a little dignified.

Some unhappy.

"Do you need me to sign up for an acting class for you?"

The bodyguard's expression was complete, and he replied sonorously: "I know!"

After a pause, he suddenly hesitated and said, "How about... the boss give me one?"

"Me?" Yao Yicheng looked out the window, remembered something, and smiled, "I think I'm fine."

"..."

The driver felt that he was slapping his face too quickly, how could the boss never have a smile in his eyes?

Now that's it.

"By the way," the man in the back seat thought of something, and said again, "The location of the crew just now can't be rented anymore, and their subject matter can't pass the trial anyway, and they are not allowed to continue filming."

"...OK, I will contact Secretary Ruan."

Don't laugh at your loved ones.

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At seven o'clock in the morning, Jing Sui was the first to wake up in the entire dormitory.

This Saturday, the roommates are still dreaming, but Jing Sui always gets up early, no matter what he has to do, because he wants to avoid other people.

After washing, Jing Sui's face was flushed, his expression was fresh and lively, his eyes were not as indifferent as usual, they were the same, but at this moment he should be more in line with his age, a bright and dazzling 17-year-old High school students, not the kind of old-fashioned ones, with a coldness that seems to see through everything.

But Jing Sui was not satisfied with his "normal" self, frowning and holding on to the frame of the mirror, he began to chant sutras.

"You're cool, who else is cooler than you?" He replied, "No."

It's as if the spirit is divided, and he said to himself in the mirror: "One weak destroys everything, one strong wins the world, brother. Did you hear me?"

He stood upright slowly, crossed his arms, and his whole demeanor became completely different from before in an instant. He leisurely and satisfiedly raised the corners of his mouth at the mirror: "coolcoolercoolest."

Recited three times as if reciting a mantra.

Then, ignoring the pink washbasin in his hand, he turned around and walked out of the washroom visibly "dominantly".

"What are you muttering to yourself so early in the morning?" He Zhou, who was closest to the washroom, complained with a bewildered expression.

Jing Sui paused for a moment, put down the washbasin and turned to look at He Zhou, smiling quietly, until He Zhou automatically remembered the title of "No. Dreaming, oops, I haven't woken up yet..."

Jing Sui smiled in a low voice, ignored him, took his things out of the dormitory, and got on the bus home in the cool morning mist. The phone rang just after the start, and when he looked, it showed "Brother Hao", He raised his eyebrows, finally feeling a little bit of joy after two bad days.

Before being hidden by the company, he signed up for an audition for a web drama, and the time happened to be today.However, something happened later, and the audition quota was not guaranteed. He originally planned to go to the audition scene after leaving home, but now that the director's assistant called specifically, there should be no problem.

"Hey, Brother Hao, good morning."

"Xiaojing, yo, it's rare that you're in a good mood?" Hao Lai greeted him.

Although Jing Sui was happy, the character set was still stable. He smiled calmly and asked directly: "Brother Hao is dedicated to his work. He started work early in the morning. What can I do for you?"

Hao Lai was always beaming: "Oh, that's right. Didn't you sign up for an audition? The director personally notified me to call you this morning."

Jing Sui smiled: "You are welcome."

"You don't come to the audition if you say it."

"..."

What a fart to report a funeral.

"That's it, I've been carefully remembering it all morning, hehe."

Jing Sui raised his hand to cover his eyes, and quickly adjusted his tone to be indifferent: "Brother Hao, let's see you another day, and have fun in front of me."

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Jing Sui stared at the extinguished screen silently, with a gloom hidden in his eyes.

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Hao Lai, you are finished!Did you hear me!over!up!

In the small dark room, the excited author clicked the keyboard.