The 33-story building of Century Brilliant Visual Effects Company, with the chairman’s office on the top floor.
A middle-aged white man with a fat head and big ears was sitting on the boss's chair, talking on the phone with spittle flying around him.
He looks to be over forty years old, overweight, a bit like the classic screen character "Fat Cat", his face is so full of fat that his eyes are almost squeezed out, and he looks like he has a big belly. If he stands up
If you lower your head, you won't be able to see your toes. He is wearing an expensive custom-made suit, but the buttons of the suit are all open. Looking at the size of the fat on his belly, even the middle row of buttons,
It can't be buckled at all.
This middle-aged white man named Hemingway is the chairman of Century Brilliant Visual Effects Company and an important member of a large consortium that ranks among the top five in the United States.
Century Brilliant Visual Effects Company is on the same level as Industrial Light & Magic, Weta Digital, Digital Domain and other companies. It is definitely ranked among the top ten in the same industry and is quite famous in the film special effects industry.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a knock on the door.
Hemingway looked up at the door and saw a sexy secretary with heavy makeup and a blue ol' suit standing at the door in a charming manner.
Hemingway waved and his secretary walked in.
"Okay, dear Guo, I understand what you said. Don't worry, I have already rejected the offer from Feifan Media. I will definitely not cooperate with them. Um, um, okay. Haha, can you
That’s too polite, okay, bye.”
Hemingway hung up the phone, looked at his secretary, grinned with a meaningful smile, clapped his hands and said, "Oh, little Catherine, you're just in time. Close the door quickly and come to me."
As he spoke, Hemingway patted the leather cover of the boss's chair.
"Pap" sound.
The glamorous secretary Catherine smiled "shyly", stamped her feet, pouted her red lips and said coquettishly: "I hate it~"
"Hahaha!"
Hemingway laughed.
As the saying goes, if you have something to do, the secretary has nothing to do... then what... right?
Everyone knows it.
It is still necessary to have a secretary around you who is capable of ice, fire, culture and martial arts.
However, Catherine did not "get angry" like before this time. After closing the door, she walked to Hemingway, holding a mobile phone in her hand, covering the position of the microphone with her palm, and said: "Chairman, you are here."
phone number."
"Who's calling?" Hemingway asked casually.
Catherine said: "Yes, it's from Feifan Media."
"Fanfan Media? You really don't want to give up." Hemingway frowned, waved his hand and said, "Just say I'm not here."
Prior to this, An Yanan had called Hemingway and proposed cooperation. As a result, Hemingway hung up the phone before An Yanan could finish his words.
Hemingway thought that Feifan Media had given up on cooperating with him, but he didn't expect that it would call again now.
"Yes, Chairman."
Catherine picked up the mobile phone and said, "Sorry, our chairman is in a meeting and it's not convenient to answer the phone right now."
A male voice came from the receiver, "Haha, it doesn't matter if he doesn't answer the phone. My people will talk to him in person."
"Dududu..."
After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.
Catherine listened to a notification sound and blinked her eyes. Her eyelashes, as long as brushes, directly tickled Hemingway's heart.
"Okay, little Catherine, ignore those annoying people and quickly put down what you are holding. It's game time now."
As he said that, Hemingway walked towards Catherine with a smile.
Catherine hugged her chest with both hands, like a frightened little rabbit, with pitiful eyes, shaking her shoulders slightly and stepping back, "No, don't come over..."
"Hahaha!"
Hemingway's eyes were shining and he was almost drooling. He rubbed his hands and walked towards Catherine, "You have no place to escape, haha!"
Catherine had retreated to the wall, saying "Don't come over", but her eyes were extremely seductive, and she even stuck out her tongue and lightly circled her red lips.
Very alluring.
This scene made Hemingway even more excited. He screamed strangely and was about to pounce on Catherine.
"Haha, you are so fat, you have so many tricks up your sleeve."
At this moment, a strange male voice sounded from behind Hemingway.
"Whoa!"
Heming looked back fiercely, his eyes widening instantly. Although it was still squeezed to a very thin line by the fat, as a fat man of 200 pounds, he had done his best to be able to stare at this level.
"Who are you!?"
Hemingway asked in a sharp voice.
At the same time, he reached into his trouser pocket without revealing any traces of his hand.
I saw that there was actually a person sitting on Hemingway's boss chair.
A man with an oriental face, in his early thirties, with a fresh and capable short haircut, an angular face, and resolute eyes. He is very handsome and has the charm of a mature man.
He was sitting in a relaxed posture on the boss's chair, with his legs crossed and resting on Hemingway's desk. His eyelids were drooped, not looking at Hemingway at all.
"ah!"
When Catherine saw a strange man suddenly appear in the office, she was frightened and screamed.
As a result, as soon as there was a little sound, it stopped suddenly.
Hemingway looked back and saw Catherine with her eyes closed tightly, leaning against the wall and sliding softly to the ground.
"You! You killed her!?"
Hemingway was so frightened that he was sweating profusely.
"Haha, don't be afraid. I'm not a devil. I won't kill people easily. She's just taking a break, it's okay." The man stood up, walked to Hemingway's side, and said in a low voice: "But if
If someone makes me angry, I don't mind giving him a lesson he will never forget. So, in order not to make me angry, you'd better stop your little actions, understand?"
As he spoke, the man's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, like a knife severly scratching Hemingway's face.
The hairs all over Hemingway's body stood up, and the hand that had moved to his trouser pocket trembled for a moment, and then he quickly put it away as if he was electrocuted.
There is a signal transmitter inside the trouser pocket. With a single press, the private bodyguard on standby in the next room will immediately receive the message and come to support.
But Hemingway didn't dare to continue. The man's eyes were so terrifying that it even made him feel like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.
"Hey, that's right. Be honest and don't make the atmosphere so tense."
The man patted Hemingway on the shoulder, walked around him, then stopped in front of Hemingway, grinned, showing his big white teeth, and said: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhang Xiaojiu, maybe you haven't heard of this.
name, but you must have heard of the company I work for."
Having said this, Zhang Xiaojiu paused for a moment, and then slowly uttered four words.