Jiang Shutong arrived at the company at 3 pm, and went directly to the top floor.

The office is large, with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, and there is a dedicated bedroom when walking in.

Assistant Komatsu arrived fifteen minutes later, Jiang Shu was making coffee together.

There was a fully automatic espresso machine next to it. He was useless. He chose a Brewista's hand-making pot and patiently folded the filter paper and poured it into the coffee powder.

Hearing the movement at the door, he glanced at it.

Komatsu took an iPad and started reporting on his work: "Boss, I cooperated with Xingyi to invest in that online drama. I sent a demo over there and wanted to find you to sing the theme song. The itinerary of the American "VOGUE" conflicted with the Fashion Night, so I'll communicate with you."

Jiang Shutong focused on the movements in his hands and didn't say much. The metal spoon and the porcelain cup collided and made a crisp "jingle" sound.

Komatsu paused every time he said it. The boss didn't mention it, but he just agreed or was not interested. He usually didn't ask too much.

"I have selected a few sponsors of the concert, and you and Mr. Shen will also ask you tonight's 10th anniversary event, which is the clothes sent by the brand."

When Jiang Shutong heard this, he finally raised his eyes and glanced at the haute couture suit. His eyebrows were indifferent and he couldn't tell anything about his emotions. He just said, "Make it."

That's what I really like. Komatsu sets his schedule to the last page, "Are you here in a few days after the premiere of "The Seamless"?"

"The Seamless" is a movie that Jiang Shutong made a guest appearance six months ago. He thought about it and nodded.

Komatsu ended the report and talked about some private matters: "Boss, I worked with that actress last time, and my name is Liang Youran, I'm asking about your WeChat."

Jiang Shutong sat on the sofa with coffee and took the magazine casually, "I don't remember."

Komatsu said: "In "The Legend of the Sky", she played the third female lead, very pure girl, pretty and good at acting cute."

Pure? I haven't heard this word for a long time, and Jiang Shutong sneered.

Komatsu shut up in a tactful way.

The office door was opened at this time. Shen Huaiqing seemed to have just finished talking, and was full of spring breeze. When he came in, he joked: "Xiaosong, why are you talking to him about whether a girl is pure or not? Does he understand him?"

Jiang Shutong didn't even raise her eyelids and was too lazy to talk to her.

Shen Huaiqing sat down opposite Jiang Shutong and pushed the file bag in his hand over: "Look."

Jiang Shutong picked it up and glanced, "What's this?"

"A reality show." Shen Huaiqing said, "It's quite interesting."

Thinking it was a company project, Jiang Shutong turned two pages to comment: "It's okay."

Shen Huaiqing tugged his hands and said with relief: "Then I will help you pick it up. You haven't been on the variety show for two years. You will definitely be able to..."

Jiang Shutong closed the document and interrupted him: "Don't go."

"Why?" Shen Huaiqing jumped up, "Jiang Shutong, you have been like this since you first debuted. How much has I been worried over the years? Where have those programs and scripts offended you? Do you think you are choosing a wife?"

Jiang Shutong looked out the window and it was getting late.

He got up and raised his hand and patted his shoulder when he passed by Shen Huaiqing, "Thank you, I'll take a shower."

"Jiang Shu is with me#@*%#……!"

Shen Huaiqing stroked his chest and looked at Xiaosong, "What have he done in the past two days?"

"Boss, he..." He went to the manor in the suburbs to relax. He played golf on the first day, went fishing on the second day, and went back to the city to have a fight with Jiang Dong on the third day, and ran to the top of the mountain to see the night stars.

Komatsu hesitated for a moment and said briefly: "Rest."

Perhaps because he felt that this was not convincing, Komatsu said again: "I went to Xingyi."

Chen Huaiqing was still worried: "Is he the same in Xingyi?"

Komatsu thought for a moment, "No."

If the boss is walking sideways in Sheng Qian, then he is walking sideways in Xingyi. The people below don’t know their identity and will not offend this face. As for the senior management who knows their identity... they dare not provoke him at all.

Chen Huaiqing felt so angry that his heart ached. He picked up the water cup on the coffee table and snuffed, and suddenly thought of something, "What day is it today?"

"Nine."

"No wonder." Chen Huaiqing nodded and looked towards the bathroom, "Forget it, don't mess with him these two days."

Komatsu responded, but didn't ask much, only vaguely knew that it was related to Mr. Jiang. Almost at this time of year, the boss was not in a good mood.

At almost five o'clock, light rain fell from the sky again.

Chen Fu sat in the cafe for two and a half hours, waiting for a text message, and the other party said he would make an appointment another day.

It seems to be expected. An industry like screenwriter requires long-term persistence and long-term endurance, and no one becomes famous overnight. Chen Fu turned off his phone and took a sip of coffee.

The sugar was still not added enough, it was a bit bitter, she frowned.

When he went out, it was already raining heavily. Chen Fu took out a small folding umbrella from her schoolbag and slowly walked towards the subway station.

When she passed by a dessert shop, she thought for a while, but turned in and bought three donuts and hugged them in her arms.

After such a procrastination, it was crowded all the way to catch up with the evening rush hour. It was already seven o'clock when I got home, and I smelled the fragrance of sweet and sour pork ribs when I entered the door.

Chen Yan sat upright on the sofa reading the newspaper, and when he heard the movement, he looked up, "Here I'm back."

Chen Fu was a little disgusted: "Good evening, screenwriter Shen Da."

"What's the name? It's big or small." Chen Yanduan cursed with a smile, and asked after taking the newspaper, "What did you do today?"

"See a producer, but he didn't come."

Chen Fu kicked her slippers, swayed all the way to the refrigerator, and took a bottle of Coke from it.

"Be careful that your mother will scold you when she sees it." Chen Yanduan reminded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen’s mother brought the vegetables out, “Chen, Fu! What a day, you drink ice coke and put it back!”

Chen Yan shook his head and picked up the newspaper again.

Chen Fu looked at the unwritten Coke bottle, hesitated for two seconds, but then raised her head and gulped a few times, then quickly put down the bottle and jumped into the bathroom.

Chen's mother took a breath and pointed her finger at Chen Yanduan: "Don't throw away all the Cokes at home tomorrow."

Chen Yanduan nodded with a good temper, "I know."

After washing his hands, the TV in the living room was put on financial news. Chen Fu sat down with a bowl. She ate the donuts, but she actually had no appetite.

Chen’s mother asked: “Have you considered it when I told you about that?”

"What?"

"Work matters." Chen's mother was not angry, "I have agreed to everyone that I can go to work on Monday. The company is not big, but it is quite relaxing. It must be better than the broken magazines you used to do."

Chen Fu bit her chopsticks and muttered: "I think the magazine is pretty good."

"Why did it go bankrupt?"

"..." Chen Fu buried her face in the bowl: "I'll think about it again."

Chen’s mother wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Chen Yanduan: “How old is she, let her think about it.”

"She has graduated for more than half a year."

“It’s great to stay at home.”

"Chen, Yan, Duan!"

Taking advantage of the excitement between the two of them, Chen Fu pulled out two meals and slipped back to the room.

Mother Chen looked at the back, "I'm not very happy today."

Chen Yanduan nodded, "The producer released the pigeon in the afternoon."

As he said that, he picked up a piece of rib, but was beaten by Mother Shen with chopsticks.

"Then what are you doing?" Chen's mother's anger just faded, and she burst into anger again: "You are such a big screenwriter, how many students do you usually bring? Open the back door for your daughter so hard?"

Chen Yanduan was amused and crying: "Don't you want her to do this?"

"I don't want to." Chen's mother looked very troubled, "If she had the brain to learn finance, would she follow me, would she beg for your business?"

Chen Yanduan was helpless, "Youth is a flaw, I have no experience, and the things I wrote are too thin. How can I do this job without enduring it for ten or eight years? Are you willing to bear it?"

Chen's mother stopped talking, thought for a while before saying, "Then let her try it. She has been popular for three minutes since she was a child, and sooner or later she will get out of the way."

Chen Yanduan smiled and then clamped the ribs, "That's not necessarily."

"Can you do it?"

"Operation." Chen Yanduan said, "I have read her book. No, I have to find someone to take her. After dinner, I will call Lao Xu."

Chen's mother was satisfied, "This is almost the same."

Chen Fu put on her headphones when she entered the room and didn't hear any movement outside. She lay down with her eyes closed for a while, and the phone started to shake.

It was the editor of the comic studio. Chen Fu raised her phone over her head, looked at the caller ID and slid it and answered: "Sister Wen."

Fang Wen's voice sounded very light: "Afu, your "Sweetheart Girl" is published. The publisher said it will be printed again."

Chen Fu relaxed her hand, and her phone fell down and almost hit her face.

She sat up and said, "Really?"

"Of course." Fang Wen seemed to be at a dinner party, which sounded a little bit of a noise, "Do you have any clues about the script of your new book?"
To be continued...