Quick Wear: She Whose Negative System Is Broken

Feng Yao finally realized that the other party had been silent for a long time.

After checking the phone screen to make sure the call was still going on, he cautiously called out, "Boss Cen? Are you still there?"

"Yeah," Yu Tang responded with mixed feelings.

From the few profound and obscure short films he shot, she thought Feng Yao was the kind of genius who was cold and stubborn.

"Trust me, I can show you all the certificates and awards I have here. They are genuine."

Yu Tang heard some rustling sounds from his side, and it seemed that he was looking for something.

"How about this, you come to my company tomorrow morning and we can meet and talk."

There was silence for a while. "Is this afternoon okay? I may not be able to get up tomorrow morning."

...He was really confident. Yu Tang was choked by him and had no choice but to say "Okay."

She repeated the company address. "I hope it's not too far from where you are. I'll wait for you at the company."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Tang leaned back in her swivel chair, let out a breath, and continued writing her script.

If you ask her where the Fanxing Films mentioned on the phone came from, she will tell you that you can register before the government office closes this afternoon, and the business license will be issued in seven days.

After the new company is registered, it must apply for a television program production license and file the project before filming, but there is no rush at the moment.

Yu Tang didn't have to wait long. At almost four o'clock, the front desk informed her that Feng Yao had arrived.

Feng Yao looked pretty much as she had imagined, and appeared to have tidied up his appearance.

She had hairspray on her head, and her semi-long hair was combed back into a slicked-back style. Her face was very pale, as if she hadn't been in the sun for a long time.

There was a faint bluish-black color around his eyes. He was very thin and wore a wrinkled gray suit, looking a little dishevelled and hurried.

"Hello, Mr. Cen."

He was a little reserved, probably because he didn't communicate with others often, and a faint pink blush appeared on his face due to embarrassment.

"Hello, please sit down and let's chat." Yu Tang pointed to the chair opposite.

Feng Yao sat down and got closer. Yu Tang then discovered that there was a fresh wound on his chin, probably caused by accident while shaving.

He took out several award certificates and certificates, as well as a resume from the file bag in his hand.

Out of respect, Yu Tang flipped through it carefully.

Not to mention, they are all quite impressive, with the award column on the resume filled up.

A question arose in her mind: what happened to such a person with such an excellent resume to become like this today?

Yu Tang thought so and asked the same question.

The young man was silent for a moment and gave a wry smile.

"It's not easy to get ahead in this industry. There aren't that many movies for you to shoot. It's also because I think too highly of myself that I offended a lot of people when I just graduated."

"So many of my fellow students and brothers who graduated with me back then, how many are still persisting now?"

"Let me ask you again, how do you make a living when you don't have any movies to shoot?"

"I just take on some odd jobs like editing, art design, layout design, etc., and sometimes my family helps me out a little."

"You know a lot." Yu Tang was somewhat satisfied. It was great to know so much.

Feng Yao nodded and said, "I made all my short films and micro-films by myself."

This is quite surprising, but...

"Your short films and micro-movies are quite profound and difficult to understand." Yu Tang tried to say it in a teasing tone.

"Ah" Feng Yao was much more open-minded than she thought.

"Before, I was young and had not been through the harshness of society, so I just wanted to show off my skills in my works."

"No matter how complicated it is, my uncle finally introduced me to a job, but it also ruined my ego."

"But," he changed his tone and leaned his upper body forward a little more eagerly.

"Boss Cen, if you are willing to use me, I will definitely do everything according to your wishes."

He looked much closer to how he had appeared on the phone.

Yu Tang nodded. She didn’t have many choices at the moment.

"A light comedy in ancient costume, can you shoot it? I will supervise the whole process."

"Yes, yes, yes." Feng Yao nodded repeatedly.

“You’ll have to do the editing, too.”

Feng Yao hesitated for only a moment and then immediately agreed.

"Are you here to promote the posters as well?"

……

"Don't you want to ask about the salary?" Yu Tang looked at him with a smile.

After the two of them finished discussing the salary issue, Yu Tang looked at the time. It was only half past four.

"Mr. Feng, I'll contact you in two days after the contract is drafted for signing. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Yu Tang nodded at him, indicating that Feng Yao could leave.

She lowered her head to look at the computer screen, but she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the person opposite her was motionless, so she looked over in confusion.

"Mr. Feng? Anything else?"

Feng Yao scratched his head and said hesitantly, "It's almost time for dinner."

My stomach growled twice.

He had just woken up when she called, and he hurriedly packed up and rushed over. He probably didn't eat on the way. Yu Tang suddenly realized that she had been inconsiderate.

"If you don't mind, could you please have a simple meal with me, Mr. Feng?"

"Of course, but Mr. Cen will have to spend money."

When Feng Yao got the response, his eyes, which had been dull, suddenly lit up with joy.

He looked more lively like this, with a smile on Yu Tang's face.

"Then please wait in the reception area, Mr. Feng. I'll pack up and come right back."

Yu Tang glanced at the densely packed words on the laptop screen, clicked save, turned off the computer, and put it in his briefcase.

He called the assistant and explained the work to him.

Carrying the briefcase, he called Feng Yao and drove out of the building.

“Do you like spicy food?”

Seeing the affirmative answer, Yu Tang continued, "I know a Sichuan restaurant that's delicious. Let's go there."

Although Feng Yao is as thin as a bamboo pole, he has a big appetite.

He took off his coat and put on a white shirt while eating. Yu Tang saw with his own eyes that his flat belly became rounder after eating so much.

"Are you okay?" She helped the man out of the door, feeling a little amused.

Feng Yao waved his hands and burped with difficulty. "It's okay. I haven't had a normal meal in a long time. I got carried away for a moment and made Mr. Cen laugh."

During the meal, Yu Tang became more familiar with him.

His personality is a bit nonsensical, his words are sometimes irrelevant, and his mind is filled with all kinds of fantastic ideas. He is an interesting person.

"Let me take you home. Your home is in Luoding District, right?"

"No, it's so far and not convenient. I can just take the bus back by myself."

Feng Yao might really feel that he was causing trouble for her, so he kept refusing.

"If you drive on the highway, it will only take about 20 minutes to get there, but if you take a bus, it will take about an hour to go around in circles."

"Besides, my parents' home is also in Luoding District, so I can go back and visit them today."

You should always have some humanistic care for your future subordinates.

Since Yu Tang said so, Feng Yao couldn't refuse.

She was not lying. She would have to go back to the Cen family sooner or later. She thought about this while eating, which was the best of both worlds.

"Don't your parents worry about you?"

At the dinner table, she also learned a little about Feng Yao's family situation.

His parents are in other provinces, so he came to this city alone to pursue his dream.

Feng Yao was a little absent-minded and sighed.

"When I'm around, they worry more. When we're far away and can't see me, they worry a little bit more occasionally. If I don't achieve anything, I'll go back to take care of them in a few years when they're older."

Most of the time, dreams are defeated by reality.