Our president is stupid and rich

Afterwards, Fang Zhiyi looked at the relevant news about the little star.

Although the funder didn't know what his canary had done, just posting the contract online was enough to make him furious.

The subsequent press release was nothing more than saying that his Weibo account was stolen, and clarified that it was a malicious P picture.Fang Zhiyi touched his chin and contacted his benefactor.

The benefactor had a dazed expression on his face, and almost fainted after learning what his foster artist had done.

Fang Zhiyi smiled at Mimi: "We don't intend to vent our anger either, please rest assured Mr. Du. However, please take care of your own people and don't let him dare to mess with anyone."

Mr. Du wiped the sweat off his brow: "I'll block him when I go back."

"That's not necessary..." Fang Zhiyi twirled the pen between his fingers: "Just look at it."

If you push people into a hurry, maybe you can do something.It's better to let him develop slowly and be honest.

Although Fang Zhiyi had some teasing intentions when he called Teacher Sheng Chang'an before, he was indeed learning from Sheng Chang'an.Before going to bed at night, Sheng Changan would tell him some knowledge about investment and management practices, and take him to see the development of those investments so that he could make timely adjustments.

Soon it was time to officially shoot the endorsement short film.

The endorsement that Carlo brought him was said to be a global endorsement, and the contract signed depends on the specific sales.

At present, there is only one season, and he will be the endorser of a certain series in the future, and we will talk about future cooperation after we have actual feedback.

From this point of view, it is not considered that he is taking advantage of anything - after all, it has not been decided yet.It's just that it sounds great.

If there are no problems in the follow-up, the contract renewal can be regarded as a real global endorsement.

So this short film was shot with great care.

Starting from July 20rd, it took more than ten days to shoot all the short film materials and still photos in the early stage.This short film will not be released until the new products of the NO.[-] winter series come out in September.

After the filming of the commercial was finished, Fang Zhiyi made up his mind that he didn't seem to have much work to do next.

The agent didn't give him any more endorsements, and he probably felt that the global endorsement was more important.There haven't been any suitable shooting opportunities recently, and on the one hand, he is working hard to make rings, and on the other hand, he is still watching his investment and company, so he temporarily stopped working on film and television.

Seeing the time to run to August.

In late August, it was Sheng Changan's birthday.Fang Zhiyi went to check the relevant matters, and it seemed that Sheng Changan would go abroad on his birthday, and some people speculated whether he didn't like to celebrate his birthday with a group of people, so he spent money to buy something clean.If he guessed right, the reason why Sheng Changan went abroad on his birthday was to spend time with his so-called family.

He didn't know how Sheng Changan celebrated his birthday before, but he probably wouldn't be so comfortable.

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his chin, planning to find an opportunity to go abroad without telling Sheng Changan in August, to settle the problems at home first, and then find a way to give him a comfortable birthday.

Before that, he planned to ask Yang Yue what exactly Sheng Changan was hiding from him and Shen Ze.

Fang Zhiyi didn't contact his work number, but counted the time to call his private number.

Yang Yue seemed a little surprised: "Mr. Fang?"

Fang Zhiyi spoke carefully: "I want to ask you something about what happened in Chang'an when he was a teacher-student relationship with you."

Yang Yue paused for a moment: "Actually...it's nothing."

Fang Zhiyi said frankly: "Actually, I have seen his psychiatrist, but according to the doctor's description, I think he may have concealed some things. I have already cleared up most of the questions, and I want to ask them in person. You, see what part he is hiding."

Yang Yue was silent for a while: "Then let's talk face to face when we have time. I need to know what things you know now."

Fang Zhiyi simply strikes while the iron is hot: "Do you have time this afternoon? I want to figure this out as soon as possible."

"Yes." Yang Yue sighed, "I'll send you my studio address later, come here and talk."

Fang Zhiyi glanced at the time, calculated it, and thought that he could probably make it back before Sheng Changan came home.He took the car keys, went downstairs and drove to the address given by Yang Yue.

Yang Yue's studio is a well-lit suite. In the living room, there are several tables put together, some drawing board easels standing up, paints and brushes everywhere, and some paintings hanging on the walls.

Yang Yue pulled him a chair and handed him a glass of water: "So, what have you learned so far?"

Fang Zhiyi paused, and said, "What I learned from his psychiatrist is that you started to be his art teacher when he was in junior high school, and he wanted to take the road of art in high school. , was forcibly stopped by his father, and you helped him teach him to paint without telling his father, and then...was beaten up by his father and ordered not to contact him again."

Yang Yue shook his head and smiled: "It's true."

Fang Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, and continued to speak: "I think, if this is the case, it is impossible for you to have a very positive evaluation of him, and you should transfer part of the resentment towards his father to him, and you may not hate him , may feel sympathy or feel like a stranger, no matter how you think about it..."

Yang Yue stroked the drawing paper on the table with his fingers: "What you think makes sense."

Fang Zhiyi took a sip of water and put the cup back on the table: "So, is there something he didn't mention to the doctor?"

Yang Yue nodded, with a complicated expression on his face: "Hidden feelings... There is indeed. Your guess is also correct. When I was treated like that by his father, I had some anger on him."

Fang Zhiyi listened to him patiently.

Yang Yue seemed uneasy: "What's your relationship now?"

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his ear: "We'll soon...we're going to get married."

Yang Yue was a little surprised, first he congratulated, and then said something similar to what Shen Ze said at the beginning: "If you say...you don't like him in the future and plan to separate, please try to be gentle."

"There won't be such a day." Fang Zhiyi reassured, "Please rest assured."

Yang Yue lowered his head and thought for a while, then stood up: "Let me show you something first."

Fang Zhiyi stood up and followed him: "What?"

Yang Yue silently opened the door of a room, reached out and pressed the switch beside the door.

This room was on the back side, and the blackout curtains were drawn tightly, so the room was completely dark.When the light came on, Fang Zhiyi's breath became stagnant.

There are countless paintings, large and small, hanging on the wall, some are sketches, and more are colors.

There are oil paintings, there are gouaches, and some strokes are relatively green, but the expressiveness is astonishing.What they have in common is that they are all large dark multi-layered backgrounds, with some bright embellishments.

It may be a tender grass, it may be a candle, it may be a lighthouse, it may be a beam of light breaking through the clouds—it seems that there is despair everywhere, and in a desperate situation, a flower of hope blooms.

Yang Yue pointed to the wall: "I don't need to say more... This is a picture he drew when he was in high school."

Fang Zhiyi was taken aback: "Didn't his painting be soaked by the rain?"

Yang Yue glanced at him: "This is the painting he drew during the period when I secretly contacted him later."

Fang Zhiyi leaned over to take a closer look, and had the urge to cry.The paintings that Sheng Changan drew should also be paintings of himself.

Yang Yue sighed, and said: "I was actually young and energetic at the time, and I felt that I couldn't just bow my head casually, plus I had such sympathy for him... So I kept contacting him secretly and asked him to find me in the university when he was free. I took him directly to our studio to paint."

Fang Zhiyi subconsciously thanked him.

Yang Yue smiled: "There is nothing to thank." He went on to say: "Actually, my family background is very average, and the path of art is expensive, so I go out to teach others. When I find time to teach him secretly , I don’t have much time to do tutoring. At that time, he also understood that he would give me some remuneration. Although I don’t want to accept it, I can’t help it, after all, it’s my living expenses.”

Fang Zhiyi nodded: "The fee is also due."

"After all, at that time, I felt that I was fighting against the black/evil/forces, and it was uncomfortable to collect money." Yang Yue shook his head and smiled, "It was naturally discovered by his father. I was indeed beaten by him. He gave me a meal, and threatened me that if I mislead his children like this again, I will not go to this school."

Fang Zhiyi frowned: "He probably doesn't have that much power."

"Who knows." Yang Yue walked to the window and stretched out his hand to open the curtains: "At that time, I was just a student who had just passed 20 years old. I believed it and was frightened. I also complained to him. When he went to look for me again, I just told him not to come again. Now that I think about it, he is also a victim, so what's wrong."

"After all, you were still young at that time." Fang Zhiyi felt a little sad, "And then?"

"I told him what his father did, and he left after being silent for a while." Yang Yue looked out the window: "At that time, when I went to apply for a studio, I would die after working for a few days--someone told me later that it was It’s not about offending someone who shouldn’t be offended, let me apologize. I immediately thought of his father, and I felt angry, thinking why should I apologize? I just stiffened my neck and stopped going out to find a job, just painting. Go out and sell."

Fang Zhiyi was silent for a while: "Didn't you not contact him at that time? How could you still..."

"I don't know either. Maybe he disobeyed his father at home, so his father blamed me again." Yang Yue went on to say, "I soon couldn't make ends meet and lived a miserable life. I didn't know him later. Where did he get the news, and he found me again and asked me if I had thrown away his paintings. It’s also interesting to say that although I blamed him very much at the time, I didn’t touch his paintings, so I probably didn’t want to part with them. But he took the initiative to come to me, but I couldn't help but send my anger to him... Ask him why I didn't do anything evil and became like this. He was silent for a while, and gave me a bank card The card said that there was 10 yuan in it, which was enough for me to finish college and my follow-up studies.”

Fang Zhiyi understood - this is probably the part that Sheng Changan himself cut out.

"I was a little arrogant at the time, and I didn't really want to accept it. Although I was short of money..." Yang Yue smiled self-deprecatingly: "The other thing is, I have never seen so much money, and I am a little scared."

Fang Zhiyi nodded - after all, it was more than ten years ago, and it is still different from the current hundred thousand.

Yang Yue went on to say: "He smiled at the time and said that it was the cost of asking me to keep those paintings for him. I shied away and said that it would not cost that much, but he said... If there is a chance in the future, he might ask me to be his teacher. So , this is considered as an advance payment. He left the bank card and left, and I didn’t dare to contact him. In addition, I was really short of money, so I used it bravely. It will be returned soon, so I have the courage to use it.”

So this is Sheng Changan's favorability that he brought back?Fang Zhiyi looked at the paintings on the wall and said nothing.

Yang Yue hesitated for a moment: "It's also thanks to the money he gave me... I don't have to worry about financial problems, and I can concentrate on art, so I became the youngest professor smoothly, and soon I have money to pay him back." Money ability. Later I heard that his family had emigrated, so I contacted him again. He was in a good state of mind at the time, and said that he didn’t need to pay back the money, and wanted to continue to learn painting from me. I hesitated, I also agreed."

Fang Zhiyi was a little puzzled: "So...has he learned it?"

Yang Yue shook his head: "When we met, everything was fine. Until he came to my studio, suddenly his face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his head, and he couldn't speak clearly. I was startled and called an ambulance. Later Neither of us mentioned this matter again, and he said that I would not pay back the money, and hoped that I could help him keep those paintings for a period of time.”

Fang Zhiyi felt pain in his heart.

"So you asked me to teach you how to draw. I was surprised when I saw him pick up the brush." ​​Yang Yue smiled, "I thought it was due to his doctor, but now it seems that he has a lot to do with you. big relationship."

Fang Zhiyi took a few deep breaths, feeling that he didn't know what to say now: "It's not that exaggerated."

"Now you should be a very important person to him." Yang Yue closed the curtain and walked out: "I have never seen him trust someone so much."

Fang Zhiyi had a sore nose, followed him out, and nodded indiscriminately: "That's my luck."

"So I told you at the time, don't leave him because of other people's reasons." Yang Yue sat down again and took a sip of water: "It is true that his family is not an easy character to get along with, but he... is a very good person, and he is also a good person." Very innocent."

Fang Zhiyi nodded and emphasized again: "No."

Seeing that it was almost time for Sheng Changan to come back, Fang Zhiyi got up to say goodbye.

Yang Yue suggested: "Do you want to take these paintings away?"

Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "For the time being, please help keep it for a while, and I will contact you after a while, is that okay?"

Yang Yue smiled and nodded: "Of course."

After returning to the apartment, Sheng Chang'an hadn't come back yet, Fang Zhiyi sat on the sofa by himself and couldn't help thinking about it.

Sheng Changan, why did you delete this paragraph?Do you feel that these have nothing to do with your own psychotherapy, or do you feel that there is no need to talk about them?He... bears the pressure from both sides, digesting it silently by himself, but never transfers his pain to others.

There was a sound of opening the door, Fang Zhiyi adjusted his expression and stood up.

Sheng Changan still saw the difference in his expression, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhiyi couldn't help the soreness in his eyes, stepped forward and hugged him, lowered his head and buried his face on the side of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I miss you very much."

"Okay." Sheng Changan looked a little surprised, and laughed: "It's only been one afternoon, besides, I didn't work overtime today."

Fang Zhiyi let out a "hmm", but still didn't let go.

Sheng Changan felt a little funny, and patted him on the head: "Let go, I'm going to cook."

Fang Zhiyi stabilized his expression and took a step back.Sheng Changan passed him and put the briefcase on the sofa: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"It's fine." Fang Zhiyi followed, "As long as it's made by you, I like it."

Sheng Changan turned his head in doubt, as if he didn't quite understand how he suddenly became like this.

Fang Zhiyi controlled the intense emotion in his heart, his expression was normal, he smiled, hugged him from behind, and said in a long voice, "I'm so hungry..."

Sheng Chang'an followed with a laugh: "Okay...then you still make trouble like this, how can you get into the kitchen if you are so clingy to me?"

Fang Zhiyi was tired of crooked for a while, let go of him, looked at the back of Sheng Changan walking into the kitchen quickly, turned his face to the side and quickly wiped his eyes.