Astray

002

new week.

The winter in Jiangcheng was terribly cold. The surname Ren who came and went on both sides of the street wore heavy overcoats and masks, and his whole face was covered in scarves, wishing to wrap himself up in a ball to resist the sudden cold air.

The voice of the female anchor on the radio was sweet and pleasant, and she cared and told the listeners who were congested in the morning rush hour to keep warm and prevent colds.

There was light rain falling outside the car window, the rain cut through the gloomy sky, fell on the windshield, and was drawn by the wiper in a complete arc.

Lu Mengxin sat in the heated car and dozed off lazily.

His car was stuck at the fork, which is the most crowded time during the morning rush hour.

Lu Mengxin glanced at the time, thinking that it seemed that he was going to be late again this morning.

Just after a quarter past nine, the traffic flow showed signs of loosening.

He followed the car in front of him and moved slowly, exited the fork, turned two more traffic lights, and then escaped from the congested road and drove towards the city center.

Lu Mengxin is 28 years old this year, and has been working hard in Jiangcheng for five years.From the time when he had the last meal but not the next meal, to now he is still in the water like a fish in water. During this period, he has almost forgotten the good things he asked for and the forgiveness he asked for.

When he first entered Jiangcheng, he rented with two college students who graduated in the same year in the basement of a residential building in the suburbs.

There were three big beds in a small room of [-] square meters, and the suitcases and changes of clothes were thrown all over the floor. Every day, I got up early and went to work in the dark to catch up with the job, and fell into a severe rheumatism within half a year.

The environment in the basement is cold and humid, hot in summer and cold in winter, and there is no sun all year round. The other two young men rented it for only three months and couldn't live there.

At that time, Lu Mengxin was almost penniless, exhausted after rushing to the scene every day, and could sleep at the end of the room, so there was no other thoughts.

Of course, the most important point is that the rent for this basement is cheap, and he has been renting it for a whole year.

A year later, Lu Mengxin's ordinary life finally took a turn for the better.

Because of his outstanding performance, the studio gave him a salary increase and a promotion, and even found him a "institutional" house with a better environment and closer to the studio.

That was the treatment only regular employees enjoyed. As a rookie who had only been working for a year, it was like a big pie fell on his head.

On the first day Lu Mengxin received the news, he was not very happy. He knew that all these were paid for by his own hard work and sweat, and he had a clear conscience.

In the following two years, Lu Mengxin worked even harder.On the day he received the year-end award, he went to the best digital city in the area and changed to a device with clearer pixels and more expensive prices.

The good times seem to have started from that time.

Since then, Lu Mengxin has overcome obstacles all the way, got more news and resources at hand, and the revelations he photographed are more authentic.

In the paparazzi circle, Lu Mengxin's name was often mentioned at the beginning. Of course, on the way of flowers and honors, scolding and ridicule were also necessary.

No matter if it is a young star model or a queen of heaven, when they hear the words Lu Mengxin, there is a trace of contempt on their faces, and they comment on him in a joking tone: "Oh... that's the 'famous paparazzi'..."

People like to belittle him like this, and Lu Mengxin accepts it - he seems to enjoy people's belittlement of him.

The rain outside the window gradually subsided, Lu Mengxin slowly stopped the car, and checked the rearview mirror.

Today's mental state is not bad. Even if I went out early in the morning and was drenched in the rain, after the previous congestion, the dampness on my body has been dried by the air conditioner.

After finishing tidying up, Lu Mengxin opened the car door and walked out. Before he could lean out, he heard someone calling him not far away: "Brother Meng——"

Lu Mengxin frowned slightly, his heart sank, and he turned around, the person who came was Fade Chen, who had had a "life-and-death friendship" with him.

"Brother Meng, you are here." Fade Chen approached, with an anxious expression on his face, and met Lu Mengxin face to face, gasping for breath, and said intermittently: "Morning, the boss came to talk to me in the morning..."

Lu Mengxin's heart skipped a beat, but his face was still calm. He also stepped off his other leg and asked, "What are you talking about? See if you're in a hurry, don't you have sharp eyes..."

Fade Chen was blushing and wanted to explain. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a person approaching him interrupting their conversation, "Oh... isn't this our famous paparazzi? Let me see, tsk tsk... this What happened to the feet, how did they look like this?"

Lu Mengxin lowered his eyes, then slowly raised his eyelids to look at him for a moment, the person who came was named Zhou Zheng, but he was not necessarily Zhou Zheng.

He joined the studio two years earlier than Lu Mengxin, and in terms of seniority, he can be said to be Lu Mengxin's senior.But this Zhou Zheng is timid and timid, and he is afraid of being dirty and tired when working. He will not take any tasks that involve running long distances and staying up late.

This kind of behavior was criticized by other colleagues in the studio, but there were people in his superiors who had no choice but to hear that the backer was so hard that even the boss dared not touch him.

Lu Mengxin has been getting better and better in the past few years, Zhou Zheng looked unhappy, and he didn't know how many stumbling blocks he had in the open and in the dark, it was commonplace for him to be face-to-face with cynicism like today, and Lu Mengxin had long since become accustomed to it.

At that moment, Lu Mengxin had a cold face, and responded to him with a half-smile: "I accidentally stepped on dog poop on the way home and sprained my foot. It's a bad year... Teacher Zhou, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't learn from me. I didn't recognize it clearly, and said shit." After speaking, without waiting for Zhou Zheng's reaction, he nodded to Fade Chen who was beside him, "Let's go, what did you say just now?"

Zhou Zheng froze on the spot, his face was red and white, and he didn't realize that Lu Mengxin was cursing himself when he walked away.He let out a harsh "Bah" and said angrily, "I'd like to see how long you can survive!"

As soon as Lu Mengxin and Chen Fei walked into the office, someone came to stop him.

The young man looked strange, but Lu Mengxin recognized him as an intern who just joined the company a few days ago.

"Ms. Lu, the boss just asked you to go to his office."

After hearing this, Lu Mengxin's heart became more and more sinking. She glanced at Fade Chen, and Fade Chen's complexion was no better than his.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

Lu Mengxin can roughly guess what the boss is looking for him for.

At that moment, he comforted Chen Fei who was on the side, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Go back first, I'll talk to the boss, everything is negotiable."

Chen Fei's eyes were slightly red, he nodded solemnly, and stared at him gratefully until Lu Mengxin's figure disappeared at the corner at the end of the corridor.

Lu Mengxin stood at the door of the office, breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and then reached out and knocked on the door.

After a while, someone responded from the door, with a calm and calm voice, "Please come in—"

Lu Mengxin first showed his head, and seeing that there was only one person sitting in the office, he settled down, opened the door and raised his voice, "Boss, are you looking for me?"

The boss that Lu Mengxin was talking about was He Mingqin, he was over forty years old, he was well maintained, his face was so clean that no one could tell his age, many people even thought he was only in his early thirties when they met him for the first time.

He Mingqin founded this studio single-handedly and brought out a group of well-known paparazzi teams.Today, in the entertainment circle, he can be regarded as half a person with status and status.

Back then, when Lu Mengxin first came to the studio, it was He Mingqin who led a group of old people under him to personally coach him, promote him, and give him opportunities, so that he gradually became the "famous paparazzi" that people say today.

In this regard, He Mingqin felt that he had the ability to know the pearl with his eyesight, and secretly felt complacent. The reason why Lu Mengxin is able to work so hard now is nothing more than thanking him for his "cultivation" in another way.

Seeing someone coming, He Mingqin put down the work in hand, raised his chin to signal him, "Come, sit down."

Lu Mengxin knew she was wrong, so she didn't back down immediately, and sat down obediently.

"How about the mission I asked you to follow last week?" He Mingqin asked him with a half-smile, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, through which a pair of alert eyes looked at Lu Mengxin from head to toe.

Lu Mengxin screamed that something was wrong, but she didn't dare to play tricks in front of He Mingqin, and answered honestly: "It's messed up."

He Mingqin laughed heartily after hearing this, and Lu Mengxin was immediately stunned when he heard his smile, not knowing what the boss was singing.

After a moment, He Mingqin closed his smile, and replaced it with a sinister face, staring at him with a tinge of coldness in his eyes, "I think... it's not just as simple as screwing up, right?"

Lu Mengxin was stunned for half a second as if someone had hit him on the head with a stick. When he came back to his senses, his throat tightened, "Boss... what do you mean?"

He Mingqin reached out and took the teacup in front of the desk, just when Lu Mengxin thought he was going to throw it at him, the other party opened the lid of the cup without haste, blew a breath, took a sip of tea from the cup, and at the end he did not forget to put Cheng The tea root that reached the mouth sprayed back to the bottom of the cup with a "pooh".

"Little Lu... If I remember correctly, you have been in our studio for five years, right?" He Mingqin asked softly.

Lu Mengxin felt a layer of cold sweat on his back, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He licked his dry lips and replied, "It's five years and three months."

He Mingqin showed a good-natured smile, "Okay, let me ask you, have you counted the past five years... how many merits and mistakes have you made?"

Lu Mengxin swallowed and remained silent. He couldn't figure out what He Mingqin was planning, and he didn't dare to speculate on his intentions.

"Let me tell you." He Mingqin said to himself: "Counting the tasks of the previous week, you got a total of 37 headlines in our studio, including 18 big stories, 3 revelations, and 29 mistakes. 8 times it was because of your negligence that the first-hand resources were cut off by other studios, and there were 13 low-level mistakes, also because of your blind self-confidence, the studio took the blame for you... Xiao Lu, this big and small merit Yes, do you remember?"

Lu Mengxin obviously didn't expect the boss to remember his affairs so clearly, he didn't respond, and not speaking now is the best answer.

He Mingqin knew him well, and knew that Lu Mengxin didn't dare to open his mouth to argue for himself at this moment, and then he said seriously: "I know...the people who run tasks under you like to say a word-'merit and demerit', I think... ...It's not impossible..." He paused, and his eyes re-examined the person in front of him.

Lu Mengxin's hairs stood on end when he saw him, and then he heard him say: "It's just..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone in the office rang suddenly.

Both of them were startled, He Mingqin looked at Lu Mengxin, he could see that he was very nervous, sitting on the seat, his back was stiff, his smile was bleak, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his hands curled up into fists unconsciously.

On Lu Mengxin's side, he sat quietly and listened to the boss's teaching, saying that he would not hit a smiling person with his hand, he knew that there was nothing wrong with smiling.

Just a second ago, he heard the "just" that He Mingqin stopped abruptly.

Lu Mengxin had a bad premonition in her heart, she clenched her fists tightly, fearing that something bad would happen in the next second...

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