Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

Recently, there are huge advertising posters that are ubiquitous and aggressively publicized. The protagonists are two men.

The shorter young man was sitting on a gorgeous chair, but he seemed a little nervous in casual and lively fine checkered clothes.Turn your head and look up at the person behind you, as if asking for help.An elegant arc was formed from the chin to the neck, and looking up, the young man's bright black eyes had an expression that one couldn't help but want to explore.

A little confused, but seemed determined.I look forward to it very much, because I trust the people behind me so much.

who is he?The chair and the young man blocked most of it, and the upper part of the poster just stopped at his neck, and only the first button on his chest could be clearly seen.

In the smoky gray suit, the mature and stable atmosphere spread to one side of the chair back - where a windbreaker of the same style was casually put on, which added a bit of laziness and leisure with a certain chance of victory.

Turn your head and look at the hands on the young man's shoulders, the only parts of the man that are fully photographed.

Those are definitely a pair of adult male hands, smooth and delicate, which is obviously exaggerated, but they cannot be nurtured without pampering.Long and flexible fingers with well-defined but not obtrusive knuckles.He held the young man's right shoulder firmly, as if injecting a powerful force that made people feel at ease.

The other hand seemed to remind the young man of the difficulties he had to face, and seemed to guide him in the direction of progress.The index finger stretched forward slightly, and a lock of hair unintentionally brought up, bringing a bit of tenderness to the supposedly serious official picture.

The first wave of official endorsement posters of WR's autumn new product in Tianchao District has become a hot topic recently, because jokers on Weibo are reveling as if they had encountered a grand festival—but the focus seems a bit crooked?

Carry-Lingling: Officials forced my colleagues to die! 【Like 5572】

MM Di Xiaoyang: 20 years old (?) 30 years old (?); Delicious Xiaobai new in the workplace (!) Light mature male boss with black belly (!) I didn't expect you to be such a WR! 【Like 5089】

Yan Gou is unreasonable: begging behind the mysterious boss to take a two-inch bareheaded photo as a screen saver! 【Like 4606】

Play the game again and chop your hands: the elite uniform control has fallen under the suit pants! 【Like 4267】

Fat and thin can only be thought of in one thought: once you get out of the 3261 X in the workplace, you can't stop after eating X. 【Like [-]】

The action group is non-stop: the little chocolate prince is you little prince? !Hand over the man behind you not to kill! @走走不着的谭俊@恶起集团说声海【Like 3102】

Junjun looked at my fan girl's face: The little prince has been running commercials alone recently, playing transformation?Or to disband? @紫Playing Band Saying Hai【Like 2793】

Jin Ling swiped through Weibo, seeing various messages and replies with mixed feelings.

After signing the last document on the table this morning, Ouyang Ting raised his head and said, "Sorry for the long wait."

Jin Ling put away her mobile phone: "No, I'm the one who disturbed Mr. Ou."

Ouyang Ting was noncommittal, and handed over a document: "You should know."

Jin Ling calmed down and opened it: "Yes. WR contacted me yesterday afternoon, and they proposed to promote Zhan Jun as the general spokesperson for the Asia region. It is said that Mr. Ou tends to agree."

"What do you think?" Ouyang Ting picked up some cold coffee and took a sip.

"It's an opening that exceeded expectations." Jin Ling said in a deep voice, "But whether it will have this effect in the whole of Asia, I can't guarantee it."

"So I propose to let him participate in WB's fashion week this year."

Jin Ling glanced at the content of the contract change: "He can't be in the catwalk."

"No need." Ouyang Ting nodded affirmatively, "I have already refused. The other party accepts him as the spokesperson to attend."

Jin Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and tentatively asked: "Mr. Ou, have you seen the latest trending searches?"

"I'm going to tell you this too." Seeing her, Ouyang Ting immediately sat up straight and said, "Don't be so nervous, I didn't say you guys didn't do well."

Jin Ling was stunned: "You don't mind..."

"It's just a poster, I didn't show up." Ouyang Ting shook his head slightly, "Of course, as the company's and my personal position, no matter the front or the side, it's fine if you don't respond."

"Then, side-kick?" Jin Ling was a little uncertain.

"At this level, it's a borderline." Ouyang Ting glanced at her again.

Jin Ling's heart skipped a beat: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ou."

"No need to apologize, it's just a publicity strategy. Of course, I hope you can control it better next time." Ouyang Ting saw Jin Ling's complexion change with satisfaction, "Don't forget that the second wave of posters will be released in a month. At that time -"

The photo that Thieme couldn't put it down flashed in Jin Ling's mind, and he smiled dryly: "It's funny, joking or gag, in short, it can't be smeared."

Ouyang Ting nodded slightly: "How is his class going?"

"Acting class and physique class have already taken a full set of courses. Judging from his two recent advertisements and several covers, the effect is obvious." Jin Ling thought about his words, "Mr. Ou, I hope that the next step will let him Showcased on the big screen."

"That's the plan." Ouyang Ting said, "Three males and four males, or just playing tricks in a big production."

Jin Ling clenched his fists slightly with confidence: "It will be done at the same time. These two scenes are generally not heavy, and he can spend a lot of time on the set to observe and study."

A flash of approval flashed in Ouyang Ting's eyes: "What about his own thoughts?"

"I'm very happy if there is a filming." Jin Ling thought for a while and said, "Of course, he also cares about Fengwu."

"Nostalgia." Ouyang Ting thought for a while and said, "What do you think?"

""Knight's Soul V" will be the last performance of 'Bad Game'." Jin Ling smiled slightly, "I think fans and movie fans will also want to see this is the first time for 'Zhan Jun' and 'Feng Wu' cooperate."

"Have you discussed with Zhang Yang?"

"No!" Jin Ling immediately denied it, and then looked at Ouyang Ting with a complicated expression, "Why does Mr. Ou think so?"

"Because Zhang Yang approached me before you came, and also proposed to let Zhan Jun play a small role." Ouyang Ting paused, "I agree."

I have already agreed, but you want me to take the initiative to mention it, what a vicious boss!Jin Ling complained in his heart but said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Ou is wise!"

Ouyang Ting looked at the stack of documents that Jiang Yan sent in again: "Then it's arranged like this, Zhang Yang on Cao's side has already done it. Let Zhan Jun finish familiarizing himself with the script before taking him there."

Jin Ling directly ignored someone's name, looked at Ouyang Ting with hope and said, "Which character?"

"Choose one of three: the village blacksmith, the tavernkeeper, and the coachman."

Jin Ling's face froze: "The blacksmith's settings are disfigured, the coachman helped the prince escape and died in three seconds—"

"So, tavern owner." Ouyang Ting bowed his head and signed, "Very good, let's go."

The golden antelope was buzzing in his head, relying on years of self-cultivation to maintain his aura, he nodded and went out.After closing the door, he quickly walked through the corridor and rushed into the bathroom, raised his arms and cursed angrily, "Damn Viper Chapter——"

Zhang Yang sneezed, Feng Wu moved aside in disgust: "Don't dirty my score."

Zhang Yang squinted at him: "Didn't anyone tell you not to offend your manager?"

"What do you think a manager like Ah Hu can tell me?"

Zhang Yang paused: "Then start from scratch from now on."

Feng Wu rolled his eyes: "When can I start recording?"

Zhang Yang said, "You need to go to the set first."

"I've already read the script!" Feng Wu widened his eyes, "Super boring book!"

"You should be glad that I'm the only one here now." Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly, "I won't laugh at you if you just say you don't understand."

Feng Wu let out an uh, and turned away from looking at him.Zhang Yang smiled silently: "Cao's style is to shoot a section and throw it away for post-production. After all the shooting is completed, it will be almost finished. Two to three months are reserved for the overall production of the whole film, as well as a buffer for adjustments in response to emergencies. "

Feng Wu pouted: "What does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Yang glared at him bitterly: "I'm telling you, "Knight's Soul V" has been filming for almost two months, and at the speed of the perverted Cao, he has probably shot three-quarters of the film. "

"So I can see most of the content, right?" Feng Wu sighed, "It's better that his movies don't suck so much that I don't even have the interest to write songs."

"You'd better pray that your IQ can understand his movie." Zhang Yang went over and nodded his schedule, "You have a vocal class in a quarter of an hour this morning, so let's watch it in the afternoon."

"Oh, I still don't want to go."

Zhang Yang looked at him lazily swaying back and forth on the chair, and wished to kick him: "Is it necessary for Mr. Ou to—"

With a "bang", Feng Wu struggled to grab the table and got up: "Why are you scaring me all of a sudden?"

"Scaring you?" Zhang Yang quickly suppressed the feeling of surprise, squinted his eyes and looked at him, "It seems that I should ask Mr. Ou for a frontal photo without hat."

"Why?" Feng Wu was stunned.

"Photocopy three copies and enlarge them, and hang one in the practice room, the recording studio, and your house."

"Avoid evil spirits, cast out ghosts, improve Fengshui in houses?" Feng Wu laughed, "I don't believe you dare to do that."

"For the sake of the company's development, I believe President Ou will agree." Zhang Yang glanced at him, "Even if he doesn't agree, I will have many opportunities to meet him."

"Sneak shot?" Feng Wu couldn't stop laughing, "I will definitely report you!"

"Try." Zhang Yang snorted.

Feng Wu suddenly stopped and stared at him: "Hey, you are not serious, are you?"

"Try it."

"...Damn it, you are so unkind!" Feng Wu jumped up angrily.

"So do you want to watch it before writing a song?"

"...I refuse in my heart."

"What about action?"

Feng Wu took a deep breath and said loudly: "Got it!!!"

Zhang Yang looked at Feng Wu who was so angry that he picked up the chair and sat back, and sighed: "Afraid of losing to your former partner?"

Feng Wu squinted at him: "Is this comparable?"

Zhang Yang looked at him and said calmly: "There must be someone to compare."

Feng Wu turned his head: "It's none of my business."

Zhang Yang gave a low laugh, took out his mobile phone and flipped through some entertainment news for him: "It's already started."

Feng Wu glanced at the title and threw the phone back: "Nonsense is created out of nothing!"

"You want to deny that these are not facts?" Zhang Yang read a few words casually, "There is no doubt that Zhan Jun's popularity is much higher than yours now, and there will be more publicity soon."

Feng Wu frowned: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I just want to say that I went to see Mr. Ou when you were in instrumental music class just now."

"Ah?" Feng Wu was speechless for a while, "Can you speak logically?"

"At the end of this month, the theme song will be released as a single; in another month, when the movie premieres, Badwan will announce its disbandment." Zhang Yang looked at him coldly, "Are you ready?"

Feng Wu bit his lip, and after a while he nodded his head indiscriminately.Zhang Yang frowned and felt dissatisfied, but he asked stubbornly: "Then what's the matter with turning off the sunglasses 246?"

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and stood in front of him: "That's exactly what I want to ask."

Feng Wu looked up at him helplessly: "I really don't have any thoughts about him."

"I believe." Zhang Yang nodded, "After all, you are so stupid."

"What?!"

Zhang Yang nodded again: "Still too stupid to know it." He sighed, "So maybe Mr. Ou...is Zhan Jun."

"Huh?" Feng Wu was stunned, "What's the matter with Guan Ajun?"

Zhang Yang looked at him and said in a low voice, "Didn't you realize that Mr. Ou actually pays attention to you two?"

"He's the boss, shouldn't he pay attention to the company's artists?" Feng Wu blinked.

Zhang Yang frowned: "I told you, I'm your manager, you can't hide me. Especially this kind of thing!"

"What did I hide from you!" Feng Wu was also a little angry.

"Have you forgotten that I'm still the director of Best's artist management department?" Zhang Yang took a deep breath, "Of the nearly a hundred artists in the whole company, the only artist he directly intervenes in and even personally supports is you, black bulla. A couple of seemingly unpromising combinations."

Feng Wu was at a loss for words for a moment, and then he straightened his neck and said, "Isn't the young master cute?! Besides, we also have our own advantages——"

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Yang sighed, flipped his phone to WR's official blog, and showed him the lively news, "But you are too bad at seizing the opportunity." many."

Feng Wu took it subconsciously, his face became stiffer the more he looked at it.

Zhang Yang watched his expression intently, not letting go of any clues.

Unfortunately, until the vocal teacher came, Feng Wu still didn't say a word, he just greeted the teacher with a sullen face to express his welcome.