About the Reaper living next door

, and then]: ... Can I not be called a teacher in the future?

Everyone in the company is older and more experienced than him, which is embarrassing.

Ke Fu's feeble rebuttal was quickly drowned out by the wailing voices of capitalists squeezing the labor force, and within a second of being in sight, he was overwhelmed by other news.

He threw the phone aside in self-defeating, and finished the two steamed buns in two or three bites. After eating seven or eight full, he remembered the two deep-fried dough sticks he bought at the last stop.

Remembering that it was recommended by that person, Ke Fu hesitated, picked it up and bit his mouth.The first wave is often well oiled, and the skin is crispy and fried just right, but it is a pity that it has been cooled, and it is not as delicious as expected.

He took two more bites, put it aside and went back to work in the bedroom.

Ke Fu didn't bring many things with him, most of them were entrusted to the courier, and most of the things he brought up by himself were clothes, materials and books.The books have been taken out of the box and arranged on the cabinet, neatly stacked in a row.

He turned on the desk lamp, and when he got up to pick up the book, the brochure of Company S was brought out together.

Company S, the film and television company Ke Fu belongs to, is one of the landmark buildings in J City.

At the company's industry conference a few years ago, Chairman Li Li announced the opening of a channel for contracted screenwriters and screenwriter brokers, formally recruiting contracted screenwriters to form an elite team, responsible for the company's various copywriting and script writing.Since then, he has stepped into the huge film and television production chain.

Over the past few years, agency S relied on its keen box office judgment and market trends. Since then, the company has independently edited, directed and invested in nine films, and its reputation has been rising steadily. In recent years, it has attracted much attention.

It can be said that from production to investment and operation, Agency S has a fairly strong background.

After a while, the senior from the same company couldn't be idle and called Ke Fu: "Call Teacher Ke, is Teacher Ke there?"

Ke Fu picked up his phone and looked at the note: Mo Jiu.

He rubbed the center of his brows, and typed helplessly: "Sister, if you call me that again, I'll hang up."

"Oh, it's your loss if you die! Let me tell you something serious," Mo Jiu's voice sounded mysterious: "A whisper, Director Chi is coming to our company to select scripts."

"Which pool guide?" Ke Fu was taken aback, and slowly put down his pen.

"Which one else could it be, Director Chi Zi Ang Chi, the one who filmed "Killing the Ruffian" and "Bo Tu", I guess no one notified you, since you are my pro-student, I will report you a letter." Son."

Ke Fu was more puzzled than shocked.

Speaking of Director Chi, no matter how ignorant and ignorant people are in the film and television industry, it is impossible for them to know nothing about this giant who has never seen his end.

Although Director Chi is well-known, there are very few opportunities to directly contact Director Chi himself. His mobile phone and account have always been taken care of by assistants outside the play.But regardless of his character, the film he made is definitely the conscience of the industry.

Agency S has produced and distributed nine films on its own, four of which are directed by Chi Ziang.

Director Chi is also a man of gods. Since he beheaded his head, he has made one film a year, no more, no less. The actors are chosen by him himself. After the film is cut, it disappears from the world. No one can contact him. The post-publication seems to have nothing to do with him, let the actors play by themselves.

But every time the script of the movie is written by him himself, he has never heard of the idea of ​​cooperating with other screenwriters.

"Thank you, senior, what subject?" He clamped the phone with his shoulder, and flipped through the materials of Director Chi's previous movies in his hand.

Ke Fu just finished his last script, and he is in a state of empty space, so there is no reason not to seize the opportunity.

"I don't know the subject matter, so I can only talk about it at the leadership meeting, but this is not the point I want to talk about—" Mo Jiu said more mysteriously under his voice:

"It is said that Director Chi is going to make a TV series this time."

The action of flipping the book froze, and Ke Fu confirmed it again: "Stop making movies?"

"Amazing, isn't it? You are busy first. The news is that the company is picking people, but there are still a few screenwriters who signed the contract earlier than you. Although the competition is quite strong, there is still a chance. When you have time, think about it yourself."

Ke Fu hung up the phone, thoughtful.

Chi Ziang?

Lin Jiangchen next door pointed someone to a place to buy breakfast, but he didn't even go out.At home, I rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and took a lot of effort to dig out a box of instant noodles from the depths of the cabinet.

Spicy beef flavor, half a week expired.

He affectionately raised the instant noodles in front of him: "Destiny, old iron—"

So happily went to boil hot water.

The water vapor at the mouth of the pot is heated and rises, and there is only a wave of heat in the daytime.Lin Jiangchen hates going out during the day, even if it is due to the nature of his work, there is also his constitution's instinctive resistance to sunlight.

During the few minutes of waiting for the instant noodles, he remembered that he hadn't reported the work situation, and he hadn't brought back the receipt for next week. He had played too crazy yesterday, and he forgot to go to the bureau that he had agreed with the boss.

Lin Jiangchen looked left and right, but he couldn't find the phone. He put the plastic fork in his mouth, felt from under the sofa cushion to the bottom of the sofa, and found a gap between the bed behind the shoe cabinet. The apartment is not big, so he was forced to wander around. After three or four laps, I finally found the mobile phone that had been missing all night from a certain slipper I had worn.

Being able to hide in such a place, it seemed that Jiang Linyun's heartless ability could do such childish things.

He unlocked the lock screen and scrolled down: 26 missed calls.

Lin Jiangchen himself was startled: "I'm so fucked, when did I become so popular?"

25 People from all walks of life, such as fortune tellers, ghost catchers, and whistleblowers, regardless of whether they have business or not, Lin Jiangchen didn't even look at it. Anyway, he would definitely call again if necessary.His beautiful mood stopped after he scanned a row of unremarked numbers with two striking characters.

An air defense alarm immediately sounded in his mind.

Lin Jiangchen never remarked his mobile phone number, and his best friend Jiang Linyun and Chi Ziang also treated them equally. Anyway, he could remember the tail number after a long time, except for this person.

No matter how many times he changed his mobile phone, this person is firmly at the top of Lin Jiangchen's address book, the first and only one——

Fu wants.

He didn't care about eating noodles, he threw the fork like a hot potato, and quickly pressed the callback button.

He didn't dare to offend this master. When Fu Yao was kind to him back then, when he found out that his number was at the top of Lin Jiangchen's address book, he smiled and said to him, "It seems that I'm from your father's generation?"

Lin Jiangchen waved his hand quickly: "Where, you are from my ancestors..."

After a beep, the call was quickly connected, and the other side seemed impatient to preemptively strike. Fu Yao's indifferent voice made him tremble: "Where are you going?"

"Old Boss? I just finished my work, and I didn't have time to go back to report to you, so I'll hit you when I should." Lin Jiangchen said bravely.

"Well, we really should fight." Fu Yao's voice was soft, and he used to love to laugh, but Lin Jiangchen, who had been with him for many years, just heard the dangerous intention: "Four orders, tossing all night?"

Lin Jiangchen thought that he must not panic and must be steady, and he spoke quickly: "Really, I have been helping other customers to answer questions and be a hotline specialist after collecting the remaining orders. Don't worry, there is absolutely no negativity. sabotage!"

Fu Yao's faint laughter came from next to his ears, and Lin Jiangchen could perfectly make up Fu Yao's forbearable smile behind the voice, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

Others may not know, but Fu Yao knows Lin Jiangchen too well.

'Let's muddle along and enjoy yourself in time. ' After he brought Lin Jiangchen back to train him, he has followed the creed of life for many years. As the saying goes, he will never let go of the opportunity to play.

He is 27 years old, and he has never seen such a low-motivated person in the crowd.

"Oh?" Fu Yao fiddled with the ends of his hair.

"Ah, ah..." Lin Jiangchen hesitantly uttered two syllables.

Like a feline that can transform into a big tiger at any time, Fu Yao challenged his ability to resist stress with one question mark at a time: "Really?"

After all, the other party is an old monster, and his knowledge is too deep. Lin Jiangchen probably can't hide it, so it might be better if he admits his counsel obediently.

He begged himself with a sad face: "Boss, I was wrong... If you need coolies for the tricky work over there, just let it go, don't deduct wages, don't let me go out during the day, and talk about everything else, otherwise I really can't afford to eat this month..."

If Jiang Linyun hadn't been cheated of 200 yuan, he would have to live on the 36 yuan in his trouser pocket for the second half of the month.

"I wish I had behaved like this earlier," Fu Yao sighed through the phone, "You come to me now, I have something to tell you, and take away your salary by the way."

"That's it." Lin Jiangchen immediately felt relieved that no salary was deducted.

After explaining the important matters, Fu should hang up in a hurry and continue chatting with Lin Jiangchen: "Little guy, you may not know yourself very well."

Lin Jiangchen said in his heart that I don't understand myself, do you understand?On the face, he still greeted: "Yes, I don't understand too much."

Fu Yao: "I have no objection if you want to keep messing around like this, it's your choice, but there are some things I have to tell you."

"?" Lin Jiangchen didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the other party's gourd, so he could only agree with him: "But I hope the boss can give me some advice?"

There was a pause there.Fu Yao, who spoke again, still spoke slowly, without any waves in his tone: "You always speak very fast when you lie, didn't you notice it?"

Lin Jiangchen's ears buzzed: "...Don't worry, boss, I'll go right away."

After putting down the phone, Lin Jiangchen's palms broke out in a thick layer of cold sweat.

These days social animals are too fucking hard to mess with. I stayed up late and worked overtime, and I accidentally memorized the draft of lying. Is it my fault for being super witty?

tbc.

04 Are you in good health?

Sunny Monday morning.

Waking up early is accompanied by various ups and downs, there is a swallow's nest outside the fifth floor, and the cleaning staff every morning