After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

Minglian said he was busy with work, that was not an excuse.

The next day he routinely got up early as usual, but unlike usual, he didn't prepare breakfast for Jiang Jiao today.

Take the car keys and go out.

He is short of money and has to go back to the company to make money.

Jiang Jiao woke up half an hour later than Minglian. As usual, Jiang Jiao went downstairs after washing up.

The room was quiet, Jiang Jiao called out, "Minglian?"

No one answered.

Jiang Jiao pulled his hair, trying to make himself look more handsome, and then straightened his clothes.

Then go to the kitchen.

Minglian didn't reply, maybe he was making breakfast in the kitchen, Jiang Jiao thought so.

However, when he walked slowly to the kitchen, the phrase "what's for dinner this morning" stuck in his throat, and Jiang Jiao's pupils tightened slightly.

In an empty kitchen, where is anyone?

Jiang Jiao quickly turned his head to look at the living room, but there was no one in the living room, so he went to the small yard to check, but there was still no one.

"Minglian!!"

No one answered, and the huge room seemed empty for no reason.

Jiang Jiao seemed to realize something, and hurried to the shoe cabinet in the porch, and sure enough, Minglian's pair of leather shoes was missing there.

Minglian went out.

This realization made Jiang Jiao's brain buzz, as if someone hit his forehead with a hammer.

But soon Jiang Jiao remembered.

By the way, Minglian said yesterday that he has work to do today.

Maybe I'm busy with the company.

After trying to figure out that the other party left because he was busy with something, and didn't throw him into the room without saying a word, Jiang Jiao slowly calmed down.

He went to the kitchen with some anticipation.

Will breakfast be lean meat porridge and steamed stuffed buns today?

Or wanton noodles?

As a result, when the lid of the rice cooker was opened, the inside was empty.

Jiang Jiao: "???"

After a while, Jiang Jiao put the lid back on the pot.

meditation.

It seems that Minglian is really busy, so busy that he forgot to prepare breakfast for him.

The name of the company that Minglian signed is "Ivory Tower Entertainment Limited Media".

Referred to as the ivory tower.

The company deserves its name, and the ivory tower is one of the three giants in the entertainment industry.

The resources are abundant, there are many popular fried chickens, and there are also many actor and actress queens.

It can be said that if you can enter the ivory tower, you are closer to becoming popular than other artists.

After Minglian parked the car in the underground garage, he took the elevator directly to the 35th floor.

Level 35 is the domain of screenwriters.

When the elevator goes up to the first floor, the elevator stops and the elevator door opens.

No one could be seen, and when the elevator door opened, Minglian moved aside.

Someone suddenly scoffed.

"The screenwriter of Ming University actually came to work. The sun came out from the west today?"

Minglian looked up.

A man with parted hair in the middle was staring at him with snake-like eyes.

Next to the split head, there is a young man who is much younger and dressed like an assistant.

"It may be that some people's conscience has discovered that they feel a little guilty for always paddling and getting the company's salary for nothing." The assistant echoed.

Although he hadn't remembered who these two people were who had ridiculed him when they first met, this did not prevent Minglian from fighting back.

Ming Lian's eyes are good. When he smiles sincerely, the spring is bright, but when he sneers, he looks arrogant, like a proud cat. "Equating the company's bottom line with paddling is to look down on the company's decision-makers. Decided?"

The middle part choked.

The assistant next to him hurriedly said: "Ming Lian, you can only take advantage of your words now. When my brother Chao submits the script, you probably won't even be worthy of carrying my brother Chao's shoes in the future."

Hearing the little assistant yelling for Brother Chao, Ming Lian finally remembered.

The middle part is called Xu Tianchao, although he is older than him, but in fact he signed with Ivory Tower in the same batch.

The other party is much more motivated than before. Although the audience's response to the written script is not amazing, it can't keep him from being productive.

So slowly, Xu Tianchao gained a firm foothold in the company.

Seeing that Minglian didn't speak, the little assistant raised his chin triumphantly, "Unlike you, my Brother Chao is someone who wants to make a fortune!"

The elevator continued to go up, and Minglian said casually: "Oh, then I wish you a ride in the wind, soaring up to [-] li."

The little assistant thought of a certain stalk, and immediately raised two thick eyebrows, "Brother Chao, he scolded you for not going to heaven!"

Minglian laughed out loud, "This little brother is actually an honest man."

"Ding." The 35th floor has arrived.

Ming Lian stood at the entrance of the elevator, with long legs, he stepped out first.

When I came out, I heard a vague explanation from the elevator.

"Brother Chao, I didn't mean that..."

Minglian went directly to the producer's office and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Ming Lian thought that the producer shouted so neatly that he should be the only one in the office, but when he came in, he found someone else in the office.

The man was about 50 to [-] years old. He wore an orange baseball cap on his head. It should have been caused by frowning all the year round. There was a deep mark between his brows, and he seemed more and more difficult to get close to.

Minglian paused.

This doesn't seem to be someone from their screenwriting department.

"Sure enough, it's Ming Lian, you kid usually sticks to today's point." The producer cheerfully waved to Ming Lian, "Ming Lian, Director Chang is so famous, I don't think I need to introduce you."

Lightning flashed in Minglian's mind.

The memory is opened, and the characters that have been dusty in the mind for a long time are registered.

"Hello, Director Chang." Minglian said respectfully.

This Chang Yan is a formidable character. He is used to filming the machinations of the imperial court, and his filming techniques are very sophisticated and special. Every TV series he holds will be a big hit in the end.

It is rumored in the circle that this director is very strict and serious.

His real name is Chang Yan, and people in the circle call him Chang Yanwang.

Chang Yan was also looking at Minglian, and the senior supervisor said to recommend him a very talented screenwriter, especially good at court.

But why does this young man who came in look more like a star?

"Are you a screenwriter?" Chang Yan asked.

The senior producer saw the scene he was happy to hear again, "Director Chang, you are not the first to have such doubts, but I can give you a package. Ming Lian is really a screenwriter, but this kid is a bit unmotivated. "

But in the entertainment circle, as long as one is talented enough, nothing else is a big deal.

Capitalists pay attention to benefits, and if you can bring benefits to the company, the company will keep you.

Minglian took out the USB flash drive he brought, "Brother Gao, I have changed my mind now, this is the entire script of "The Secret of the Imperial Tomb."

The senior producer was originally leaning on the soft chair, but when he heard the whole script, he immediately sat up straight, "Have you finished writing it all?"

So surprised.

A script can be divided into many volumes. In the past, Ming Lian would procrastinate, making people urge him three times and four times, and he reluctantly handed in part of it. He didn't expect to be diligent today.

"Really changed your mind?" The senior supervisor joked.

Minglian smiled helplessly: "Really, I still have two prototypes in my hand, and I will bring them to Brother Gao when they are finished."

He was born well, with that kind of radiant and bright appearance, but his own temperament is gentle, like a breeze or drizzle, and he is not aggressive.

The senior producer's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands approvingly, "This is decent, and it's not in vain that I fell in love with you at CLP!"

Turning around, the high supervisor said to Chang Yan again, "It just so happens that there is a board here, Chang guides you to see if you like this style, if you don't like it, I'll find another one for you."

The senior supervisor knew that Chang Yan had high requirements, and this person was a drama idiot, and he was very strict with the drama he played on the camera.

I especially look down on court dramas that are illogical and only use handsome men and beautiful women to attract attention.

If the screenwriter's script is not good enough, no matter how great the friendship is here, this paranoid drama idiot can directly refuse.

"Okay." Chang Yan agreed, reaching out to take the USB drive.

The senior supervisor felt that the matter was half done.

Chang Yan's TV series had good ratings, so the higher-ups of the ivory tower gave Chang Yan a wide range of funds and authority.

As long as there are not too many sponsors to join, the screenwriter and actors are usually chosen by Chang Yan himself.

If he likes it, it will work.

If you don't like it, it won't work.

"Heck." There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" The senior supervisor asked.

"Brother Gao, it's me, Xu Tianchao." The person outside said, "My notebook is finished and I'll send it to you."

The senior producer raised his eyebrows slightly. He knew what level Xu Tianchao was. It would be fine if he was an ordinary director, but he would definitely not be able to pass with Director Chang.

Just as he was about to tell Xu Tianchao to go back and wait, he happened to see Chang Yan looking towards the door.

The senior supervisor turned his mind, and raised his voice: "Come in!"

Xu Tianchao outside hurriedly opened the door.

On the way back to his office earlier, he heard that Chang Yan had come to the screenwriting department and was now in the producer's office, so he quickly grabbed his notebook and came over.

That's Chang Yan!

A top director in the TV drama industry signed a contract with Ivory Tower.

If you can find a satisfactory script in the company, you will definitely not go outside to find it.

"Hello, Director Chang, and Brother Gao." Xu Tianchao smiled like a chrysanthemum, "Brother Gao, I've finished writing "The Sword of Changling."

The senior producer also showed a smile, "Give it to Director Chang, and see if he can like it."

Just this sentence, Minglian felt that the corners of Xu Tianchao's mouth were about to grin to his ears.

"Okay, okay." Xu Tianchao handed the USB flash drive with both hands, with a flattering smile on his face, "Director Chang, if you are not satisfied with anything, you can tell me, and I will correct it for you right away."

Minglian smiled.

Look at what this said, those who don't know think things are settled.

Chang Yan still had the same expression, and responded coldly.

After handing in the notebook, Ming Lian and Xu Tianchao left the producer's office one after the other.

"Ming Lian, I'm going to get angry." Xu Tianchao suddenly turned around and said in a blocked voice.

Minglian smiled, "Congratulations, it seems that I was right."

Xu Tianchao's veins tensed, "Just watch, come and beg me later, maybe I will consider supporting you."

Minglian smiled, "Maybe Director Chang also took someone else's book."

Xu Tianchao's face changed slightly.

He really didn't know about this, so he had to inquire carefully.

"Don't say something too early, or it will be easy to make jokes." Ming Lian walked past him.

As screenwriters, there is a competitive relationship between him and Xu Tianchao.

But there are definitely more than one or two contracted screenwriters in the ivory tower. Minglian can't figure out why Xu Tianchao always targets him.

But it's okay, this is not the person he cares about.

This day's lunch, Minglian ate directly at the company, and then went back to the office to write a notebook after eating.

Minglian didn't call Jiang Jiao until he got off work at [-] p.m. and drove home.

When Minglian got home, he found that Jiang Jiao was actually there today.

"Minglian, in two days we'll go to Xihe Resort," Jiang Jiao said.

Last night, he felt that the two should keep a sense of distance, but after thinking about it today, he still felt that he should wait for Minglian to relax.

Lest he always think about his mother-in-law.

Minglian took off his coat and put it on the sofa, his movements were chic, and the light fell on his white sweater, which was warm and beautiful.

"Jiang Jiao, let's get a divorce."

The author has something to say: Come on, crit! !

I don't allow my family to have no career every year (kimbo)