I, Fu Niao, play money

Tong Xiangsheng was silent for a moment, and the more he listened to this setting, the more unreal he felt, "What are you dreaming again? How many times have I told you that I am your manager, not your bird encyclopedia!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone mercilessly.

Looking at the balcony, Tang Mingjiang saw that there was no trace of powder. If the table hadn't been messed up, he almost thought he was hallucinating.

Just as he was about to put down his phone, he heard a voice message prompt, pressed the play button, and Tong Xiangsheng's voice came again clearly, "Don't eat Malatang!"

Tang Mingjiang replied in seconds: Of course.

Jiang cleaned up the balcony, threw the coffee-stained white velvet blanket into the bathroom for half an hour to wash and dry it, heaved a sigh of relief, ordered a takeaway and ordered a Mala Tang.

Fu Yan left the high-end community. It was approaching noon, and the summer temperature had risen to more than 30 degrees.

It flew to a lively street, and suddenly there was a heat between the brows, and a touch of golden lines loomed.

He found a tall building and landed, and a pair of small eyes that were so dark that they shone were patrolling the street.

This is the case again. Generally, fever between the eyebrows is an early warning.

Sure enough, there was a scream, and a strong man pushed aside the crowd, carrying a small bag, and ran away.

"Robbery!"

This person must have practiced before, running a cobblestone road out of the trend of a national race track, freely shuttled in the intricate alleys, and was about to throw half a block away from the enthusiastic crowd.

The woman was wearing sunglasses, and the wide straw hat basically covered her entire head. It seemed that the robber had injured her leg, and she was sitting on the ground unable to stand up.

Fu Kui soared into the sky and followed the man closely until he entered the depths of the alley, he swooped down, and the moment he was about to land, the pale golden light spread out, and the young man in some ancient robes was a beautiful boy. With a sweep, the robber was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

The robber didn't expect such an attack at all, his teeth came into close contact with the ground without mercy, and he squeaked and screamed in pain.

"Tsk, you actually engaged in robbery in broad daylight." The boy stepped over him, picked up the small bag that was dropped two meters away, and completely forgot who it was who robbed the ice cream bread from the kid next door this morning.

The robber seemed unwilling to be knocked to the ground by such a slender boy, he staggered up and rushed over from behind him.

The young man seemed to have eyes behind his back, turned around swiftly, raised his foot and hit the nail in the head, kicking the man so hard that he couldn't get up.

He patted the other party's embarrassed cheek with his bag affectionately, his voice fluttered, "Remember Congliang, brother."

There are often young people wearing Hanfu in the ancient alleys. Now he appears in front of everyone, but he is not at all obtrusive. Instead, he seems to be one.

He was carrying a pink and tender bag, and he couldn't count how many times he had "eliminated harm for the people". It wasn't that he was willing to meddle in other people's affairs, but if he didn't, the pain between his eyebrows would be severe.

The person whose bag was robbed was just being helped up by passers-by, she lowered the brim of her hat and was whispering thanks, when she saw the bag that was just robbed appeared in her sight.

Then came a clear and clean voice, which made her subconsciously lift up the brim of the hat she had just pressed to see the man's appearance, "Your bag."

The person in front of him was dressed in a clean moon white brocade suit, and the rippling patterns on the hem of the clothes were like shadows on the white clothes.It seems to be the Hanfu that young people often wear nowadays, but there are some differences. The neckline is slightly open, and the slender neck looks slender. Under the pair of sword eyebrows are a pair of slender peach eyes. At this time, the rosy lips are opening and closing, and the tone is A little impatient, "Do you want more?"

Wen Changmeng quickly took the bag, flipping it left and right, looking anxious.

Fu Yan took a step back, cleared the relationship and said, "I'll give it to you after I get the bag. I don't take anything missing."

Before he slipped away, he saw a pair of hands handing over a card with a card on it. The other party's voice sounded a little uncontrollable excitement, "I'm from Nanchao Entertainment Company, are you interested in the entertainment industry?" ?”

The gold-plated font on the black card is particularly obvious:

Southern Dynasties Entertainment Broker

Tel: 8888-XXXXXXX

He had some difficulty distinguishing these simplified characters, and replaced them word by word in his mind. When he finally understood, Wen Changmeng was afraid that he would refuse him one step, "As long as you come in, I will take you by the hand and make sure you become a first-line artist."

What is an entertainer?

"Does Jiang Zhixu know that the last film star was an artist under my name, and now he is getting married and is gradually withdrawing from the entertainment circle, so I don't have any artists under my command, but as long as you are willing, I guarantee that all the best resources will be selected for you as soon as possible !"

……do not know.

"As long as you come, you will get a fifty-fifty share of the company's dividend!"

"You can fall in love!"

"Guaranteed salary of five thousand!"

"Give you the best PR team!"

Wen Chang dreamed that his expression was calm and he even wanted to turn around and walk away. His legs didn't hurt anymore, so he stopped him quickly. He really didn't know what else he could offer to impress this handsome young man, and finally held back with difficulty. One sentence, "We provide food, housing and training."

After going down the mountain for two months without a fixed place, Fu Yan said decisively, "I'll go."

"..." Wen Changmeng thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of which one really moved the young man in front of him. "May I have your name?"

"Fu Yan."

Wen Changmeng tapped his phone for a while, "What is it?"

"The one with the bird."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the strange tool being handed over. Wen Changmeng was always in a state of excitement, and even planned a series of routes for his debut in his mind, "I lost my mobile phone number."

"No."

"..." Wen Changmeng withdrew his hand hesitantly, thinking that it would be enough to refuse her like this, oh, naive. "Then I'll make one for you."

Unexpectedly, the man nodded with a serious face, "Thank you then."

Wen Changmeng carried the bag back on his back, "Have you brought your ID card?"

Fu Yan looked puzzled, "What is an ID card?"

are you kidding me?

Without an ID card, you can't get a mobile phone card. Wen Changmeng took someone back to the company's apartment full of doubts, and went through simple procedures before and after the run. The person on the sofa ran away.

Well, I was still drinking iced tea obediently, and didn't run away.

When it got dark, Wen Changmeng pushed open the door of the reception room again, and saw the intern assistant squatting in the pile of snacks all over the floor, holding his head, with a look of lovelessness.

"What's the matter?" Wen Changmeng finally found a gap in the garbage dump, "What's all this mess?"

The little assistant trembled, "Mr. Fu's takeaway..."

"...all eaten?" Wen Changmeng rummaged through the empty box, saw the little assistant nodded, and couldn't help but raise his voice, "He's alone?"

This shit, why does it feel like I can't afford to feed it, isn't it a bit of a loss to include food.

Wen Changmeng raised his forehead and looked at the boy who swallowed the last piece of pizza on the sofa, "You have to eat less of these things in the future. After becoming an artist, the most important thing is to maintain your skin and body. I think your face is in good condition, so you don't need to eat it." A little adjustment, this can leave us with a fee...the money is for you, and you can go buy some needed supplies yourself."

Fu Yan nodded, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, forcing a sense of elegance.

Wen Chang dreamed that he looked like this, and he lost his anger in an instant, his eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, "Just this month, there is a movie directed by Wang in the mirror. Get ready, we will sign up for the mirror at the end of the month."

Fu Yan didn't know what she meant at all. Based on the principle of working when he was full, since he was full, he responded happily, "Okay."

"Go, take you to the apartment where you live. Since you are an artist under me, I will never treat you badly in this regard." Wen Changmeng called the assistant to clean up the reception room, and took out the car keys , "Although Jiang Zhixu lived there, he only lived there for more than a month at that time, and it was still very new."

After Jiang Zhixu won the Best Actor award, the company allocated him an apartment in an outside community. Unexpectedly, the former film star lived there for more than a month, and then he made his relationship public and moved out to live together.

The bird knows the way and has a strong sense of direction. Fu Yan sat in the co-pilot and watched the passing vehicles dizzy for a while, but he did not lose his sense of direction.

This increasingly familiar scene...

This intersection, the golden arch bridge at this corner, and even the security guard at the gate of this community look exactly the same.

Isn't it the neighborhood where he came to cheat for food and drink during the day!

Wen Changmeng's car had been registered, and he entered the high-end community without any obstruction, "It's quiet here, even paparazzi can't come in, and the security is very good, so you can live here with confidence in the future."

Fu Yan nodded expressionlessly. According to his wanderings in the neighborhood during the day, it is indeed very quiet here, which he likes.

He also likes the green plants planted on the balcony of the person who swindled to eat and drink, so he can move some of the same plants tomorrow.

... But the cage is fine, he hates cages.

Wen Changmeng took him to swipe his card to take the elevator, and went straight to the eighteenth floor, "The one on the first floor is also an artist, but it's not our company. Yunhu Entertainment bought this place because Jiang Zhixu won an actor at that time." The opposite side, I didn't expect that Tang Mingjiang would also win the Best Actor in the second year, this must have sucked our Jiang Zhixu's luck."

The number on the elevator stopped at eighteen, Wen Changmeng shut his mouth, poked his head out and looked at the door with the number 1801, it was tightly closed.

Then she took out the door key and opened 1802 which was five or six meters away.

Pulling Fu Yan into the door and closing the door with a click, Wen Changmeng continued, "But after all, it's just the opposite door, and you can't suck too much. If you live here directly, sooner or later you will be more red and purple than Tang Mingjiang."

After explaining a series of questions, he emphasized three times not to run around in the past few days. The assistant will knock on the door tomorrow. After telling the assistant if you need anything, Wen Changmeng put down the door key and left.

Fu Yan lifted off all the plastic paper covering the furniture, and the furniture did not look like it had been used, it was all standing there brand new.

As soon as he sat down on the sofa, he saw a balcony that was exactly the same as what he saw in the morning falling directly in front of him.

Thinking of owning his own small green balcony, Fu Kai suddenly felt a little excited, and his steps were a little brisk. He couldn't help but put on a smile, and he turned on the balcony light with a snap, and the warm yellow light poured down from the top of his head. Leaving half of his body, the summer evening wind blew over, brushing the broken hair on his forehead.

A turn around.

He met a pair of eyes a few meters away.

Tang Mingjiang was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that reflected the light from the computer, making him look a lot more refined.Holding a cup of milk tea in one hand, the black pearl in the straw is still halfway there, looking at the stranger with a blank expression.

How could it be such a coincidence.

There was a rush of horses in Fu Yan's heart, and he seemed to be able to see two gaps in the aloe behind the other party.On the surface, he was very calm, nodded to the man, and introduced him as friendly as possible through a few meters of air, "My name is Fu Yan, and I just moved here today."

Tang Mingjiang was used to living alone on the first floor, and the balcony next to him was dark and lifeless all year round. Now suddenly a light came on, and there was a very pleasing person standing under the light.

He chewed the pearls in his mouth and put the milk tea back in place. The other party didn't seem to want to get his answer, and his expression was not even disturbed.

For the first time, Emperor Tang began to doubt his own charm.

Isn't he already popular all over the country, men, women and children know it.

Or was the light on his side too dark and the other party didn't recognize who it was?

Even seeing that Fu Yan had already turned around, Tang Mingjiang didn't know what he had committed, so he hurried to speak at the same speed as reincarnation:

"I'm Tang Mingjiang."