This is great news, Qian Yu smiled so hard that his old face blossomed.
After notifying the good news, he filed a new contract for the company.
"Mr. Su urged you to sign a new contract that day, but I was still considering what I said, because Yan Cheng said that you had not decided on opening a studio, so I didn't tell Mr. Su."
"The rumors spread online that you were going to break the contract and go to Yan Cheng's studio. Mr. Su probably was worried about this, so he urged him tightly that day. What are your specific plans? You can take some time to go to the company these two days to discuss it carefully, don't delay it.
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"I said I was going to Yan Cheng's studio?" Zhong Jiuyin was a little surprised. Some of the wrong rumors came out.
…Wait a moment.
She narrowed her eyes and said, "Does many people say that? If you really want to join Yan Cheng, the company should be very angry, right?"
Qian Yu: "That's sure. Finally, a money tree grew up, but the fruits it bears were given to others. Do you think the company is angry?"
"Will the company be angry? Will there be any impact? For example, reduce my work, give my resources to others, give me a warning, etc."
Qian Yu was quiet for a while and he also came back to his taste.
"Do you suspect it was Feng Qing rumor, and you want the company to be dissatisfied with you?"
He thought about it and said, "But your work arrangements are still good at the moment, and it has no impact. The invitation comes like snowflakes. The company should not be so anxious... No, I mean I'm angry. And Mr. Su is not urging you to sign a contract.
?That means I still want to win you over."
"Will the company agree if it opens a studio?"
Qian Yu: "This is really uncertain. Artists usually open studios to avoid taxes reasonably, have more initiative when receiving resources, and reduce their share of the company. But now the company is looking forward to you as a money tree? It is also written in the new contract.
I know that you have to take control of your management.”
The background sound on the other side of the phone was a little quieter. Qian Yu should have changed his place and told her in a low voice: "It will definitely be better to open a studio when you stand in your position. The benefit that the agency can give you is resources.
Help, but you don't need it very much now."
Zhong Jiuyin was still thinking about something, but after hearing this, he smiled and said, "Yan Cheng told me this way, saying that you just need to bring Brother Qian. I haven't considered it clearly before, because I'm afraid of Brother Qian.
You don’t agree to follow me. Although I really want you to live a relaxed, happy and good life, it depends on whether you are willing to leave the company, which is busy, fulfilling and money-free."
Qian Yu: “…”
Originally, he was just a little moved, but now he was crying and wished he could leave Huancheng Entertainment, a doghouse that was a gangster that was a gangster, and runs to a happy life.
In fact, as a gold medal agent for Huancheng Entertainment, he also has a lot of money. Of course, he is also tired. He has three artists under his command, one more than the other needs to worry about.
"You said it was like you could give me a home." He still pretended to be reserved.
Zhong Jiuyin quickly denied: "Don't, having a home outside is not a good idea, don't ruin my reputation."
Qian Yu again: "..."
He said sarcastically: "What, so you want to give Yan Cheng a home?"
"Well, this matter is not urgent, let's talk about it."
That's right, the pleasure in his tone was like soda.
It doesn't take a lot of effort to figure it out that they both must have developed a little rapidly.
Qian Yu recalled the night the program team broke up and took a deep breath.
He misread Yan Cheng! What about pure love?
"Prepare protective measures," he could only remind him dryly, "pregnancy before marriage is a very serious public relations crisis."
"What?" Zhong Jiuyin was a little confused, "Who is pregnant before marriage?"
After saying that, he realized: "Me? Who am I pregnant?"
Qian Yu: "Who else can it belong to? It's not mine anyway!"
"...Brother Qian, you said you are just too busy and have nothing to do. You have to worry about so much, and I feel uncomfortable for your limited salary and unlimited work."
Qian Yu: "Is there really no shadow? If something happens, there is a probability, unless you swear you will have a spiritual relationship, Plato will last until you are old."
Zhong Jiuyin opened her mouth, as quiet as a chicken.
Qian Yu sneered: "I know."
A young couple who tastes the sweetness can't make it easy to sit together as long as they live together. They don't understand.
Zhong Jiuyin coughed twice and quickly brought the topic back to normal.
"Well, then I want to open a studio and work with Brother Qian. As long as you agree, I can talk to the company immediately. But after you hear what you said, the company may not be very happy."
“It’s not that easy anyway.”
She raised her lips and said briskly: "I have a way to solve Feng Qing."
She had a little guess about what Feng Qing would use, but was not sure. Zhong Jiuyin wanted to see how Feng Qing would make mistakes again and again in order to cover up that mistake.
Taking advantage of the mistake she made by herself, she also experienced the days when she couldn't get up at the bottom of the valley, could only be incompetent and furious, and gradually became depressed.
The two of them agreed, but pretended to be deaf and delayed Su Cheng's urging to sign a new contract again and again.
The next day is the company's artist conference. As long as the artist is not so busy that he can't get rid of his body, he has to go back.
Zhong Jiuyin went stuck and left. Su Cheng accelerated to leave the office and didn't call her, and he vented his anger with his waist.
She went out of the company and got in the car to take the final makeup photos of the crew of "The New Life in the Jianghu". When she got in the car, she urged Qian Yu to leave quickly.
Qian Yu: "Don't worry, Mr. Su won't chase you downstairs, unless you are his high blood pressure mother. Have you seen Feng Qing?"
"No. I haven't seen her for a long time, and I almost forgot about her voice, appearance, and smile."
Second couple: "...Sister, illiteracy is just a personal design, not your life."
She waved her hand casually: "It doesn't matter. I'm waiting to see what she is going to do."
I was a little excited to think about it. The excitement of knowing that I could turn the crisis into peace and was about to repay it again and again, making my heart beat faster.
Qian Yu glanced at Lu Cheng and said, "There are still two hours left to get to the place, so you can have a sleep."
"I can't sleep." She held her hands and looked out the car window. The huge screen outside the furniture city just happened to switch to Yan Cheng's advertisement. The high-end furniture in the wood color matched him in the off-white casual clothes.
But she had seen something even better, with the open white shirt under the swaying light, the red collarbone, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.
Zhong Jiuyin licked the corner of her mouth, took out her cell phone and looked at it, but there was no news.
"Are Yan Cheng so tired that he fainted?" Otherwise, why didn't he contact her? He didn't think about it just because they broke through a different contact?
"...You just hope he can order it." Qian Yu was speechless for Yan Cheng.
The second one reminded her: "It's midnight abroad now."
She could only put away her cell phone and sigh.
Why is it so unfortunate that she had to fly abroad to work. She ran away after giving some sweets. She wanted to taste it again and couldn't find anyone.
The whole meat banquet was placed in front of me and I tasted the chopsticks. Who wouldn't think about it? Yan Cheng did it on purpose.