Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

In the words of the old man, Zhao Changle’s life was not very good. The year he was born was very windy and rainy. His father, who was a truck driver, overturned his car and died before he was born. Foreign debts, his mother remarried the next year and left him with his grandparents in the village.

When he was in junior high school, his grandparents passed away, and the government sentenced him to be raised by his biological mother, but he has one stepson and two biological twins, so how can he take care of him? He is just a little money every month.

Then, one day when his mother started stammering to hint that his family was struggling financially, Zhao Changle didn't say a word and didn't even pack his luggage for that month's living expenses. After the New Year’s Eve, he dropped out of school and went south to work with fellow villagers in the village—it’s not that his mother didn’t have money at home, but she didn’t have money for him, and besides, he has hands and feet and it’s not that he can’t support himself, so why bother? Don't you want to leave with a deadpan face?

He was sixteen that year and was a freshman in the best high school in the county.

No. [-] in the whole grade.

After all, it is still a youthful spirit.

The days of going south were more difficult than expected. He moved bricks and steel bars at the construction site during the day, and worked as a handyman in the back kitchen of the hotel at night.

Although he is still determined to turn on the lights and study at night every day, he also knows in his heart that he will say goodbye to school in this life.

As for getting involved with the entertainment industry, it was definitely an accident. At that time, a production crew came to the construction site to find extras, and they packed a meal for one hundred and two meals a day. After trying it out, at a loss, he was really spotted by his agent and signed to a company to become an actor.

Zhao Changle still remembers now that he was paid 15 yuan for the first TV series he acted in, the male second. Offered a price of [-] yuan to let him sleep with him, and he almost kicked the other party's third leg.

Although he was repaired miserably afterwards and was once hidden in the snow until he had to go back to move bricks, he still does not regret this incident.

It's rare that he hasn't been worn away by the years, probably only this kind of temperament is left.

All in all, Zhao Changle, as one of the little people who have caught a lot of people in the entertainment industry, didn't even understand which god he had offended, so he attended a banquet as a background board, and rumors spread all over the world the next morning Congratulations to him for ascending to Mr. Song's high branch during the day. God testifies that they didn't say more than ten sentences in total, and he didn't even remember what the other person looked like.

Mr. Song? !Who? !

After silently browsing the life of Mr. Song on Baidu, he felt that he might not be able to live to see the sun the next day.

What kind of hatred spread this kind of scandal to me!I thank your ancestors for eight lifetimes!

A certain Mr. Song in the distance wrinkled his nose and couldn't help but sneezed unsightly. Fortunately, he didn't miss the three seconds when the human appeared, so he hurriedly cut it down for backup.

Tsk, it is indeed an old house that caught fire.

For Zhao Changle, the only benefit brought about by this "flying disaster" and "innocent disaster" is that it helped him keep his agent. After many years of hard work, he finally got the third male role again. Brain-dead idol drama, but because the male lead is very dissatisfied with his coffee position, he was already ready to pack up and leave-the little fresh meat that the company touts also fell in love with this role, he didn't know how to withdraw it quickly Are you going to keep it for the new year?

No, maybe that's a bad thing or something.

On the first day back to the set, Zhao Changle sighed, feeling the good attitude of the set to make a 180-degree turn towards him, and felt a little helpless amidst the fear, wondering why Mr. Song hadn't clarified this outrageous scandal. With a knife in the head and a knife in the head, it's not a man to be so unlucky.

By the time Zhao Changle saw Mr. Song who came to the set for inspection and investment, he no longer had the strength to slander.

Where did this scandal come from, he seemed to know it well.

Ha ha.

Mr. Zhao Changle, who was forced by the director to come over to chat with him without a chance to express any opinions, had no fluctuations in his heart and even wanted to laugh.

"I remember that you are not the investor of this movie." He smiled, and no matter how much he smiled, he was not an investor inspecting any investment, please turn right and go out quickly, thank you.

"Indeed not." Song Yu happily walked beside his human beings, and the mole at the corner of his eye moved with his smile, which was full of life and fragrance.

At that moment, Zhao Changle was even thinking that if he really took care of a beauty who slept at this level and paid him back, whoever who whores might suffer.

But just think about it.

He doesn't like men.

I don't like women even more.

Human minds are really easy to guess.Song Yu calmly translated Zhao Changle's expression like a cow pressing a cow to drink water in his heart, the smile on his lips deepened, and he added slowly, "This film and television city is my property."

These!damn it!Rich man!Zhao Changle roared in his heart for three seconds, expressionless, "Oh."

money or something.

I could not care less.

Koko.

He reacted coldly, and Song Yu didn't take it seriously. He seemed to be in a good mood and stood beside his human being, watching the protagonists sing and fight up and down in front of the green screen, and the corners of their mouths were kept at the same angle from the beginning to the end. Without the slightest change, when the director asked attentively, he nodded slightly and hummed lightly.

If the special assistant who stood a few steps behind them and followed Song Yu for decades to translate, the meaning of this "um" probably means-totally boring.

Mr. Song has always been picky and difficult to serve, so their subordinates are very curious about how that Mr. Zhao is different from ordinary people. He can fascinate Mr. Song and even watch Tianlei idol drama in the office.

What a coincidence, Zhao Changle is also very curious about this matter.

It’s not a comfortable thing to shoot a costume drama in summer. In the 38-degree weather, it’s even more painful to wear a costume with three layers inside and three layers outside. The warm eyes of the man above made him sweat even more.

cold sweat.

Thankfully, after watching the scene and praising him, Mr. Song is finally ready to leave. For this reason, even if Zhao Changle was forcibly recruited by the director to see the other party off, he is in a high mood, and he can't wait to pull a farewell banner for the other party.

You are always trying to figure out where to come and go back, so that I have time to discuss with my unreliable agent which one of the hundred tricks to use to deal with troublesome suitors so as not to be drowned by you in the East Bay.

"Have I bothered you?" Song Yu glanced at him and asked abruptly.

"Forehead……"

Seeing that the smile on Zhao Changle's face froze for a moment, Song Yu nodded, "I see." He took out a business card from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhao Changle's hand, before the humans could react, he stepped forward and raised his hand Pulling the other party into his arms and whispering in the other party's ear, "This is a private call, remember to call me."

Caught off guard by this flying sum, Zhao Changle shook his head dully to express his understanding, feeling that what the other party stuffed into his hand was not a business card, but 500 million... No, no, no, if the other party is Mr. Song, 1000 million is also very possible.

But this kind of thing is the same as before, just thinking about it.

So he maintained this stupid posture of "thinking about it" and stood there watching Song Yu and his party leave. At the same time, he realized that they were actually here to inspect the property—he didn't mean Song Yu who was lazy just by looking at it. It was those leaders who seemed to appear out of nowhere when they left. They were full of elites in suits and shoes.

I hope Mr. Song will not come again.

Zhao Changle was looking forward to it sincerely, and carefully calculated the liquidated damages for resigning from the show.

……

Forget it, I can't afford to apologize.

If he can't afford it, it means that he still has to stay in the crew honestly. After filming himself from the beginning to the end, he was added a lot of scenes by the screenwriter. The food and soup delivered on time almost confirmed the fact that "Zhao Changle is Mr. Song's favorite" - since the food just smells and you know it's definitely not the common stuff in the restaurant, [-]% of the [-] out of [-] come from Mr. Song's private kitchen.

But as the saying goes, people eat people with short mouths, and Zhao Changle has already rejected the other party's meal delivery for a week in a row against his own greedy conscience, "You little elf who is so proud of being favored and proud" by the entire crew. He didn't get the meaning of his refusal at all, and the dishes were upgraded from one single-layer food box to three three-layer food boxes, but there were signs of intensification.

In the dressing room, Mr. Zhao Changle held the business card in his hand and sighed. As expected, his manager didn't give him any useful advice, so he could only deal with this huge trouble by himself.

The veiled rejection of Mr. Song was as if it didn't exist at all, and the only way was to face to face, ah, he refused directly on the phone.

He wouldn't be so stupid as to refuse in person, if the other party wanted to force him, he wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

While dialing the phone, I reviewed for the umpteenth time the rejection routine that I spent a week repeatedly drafting and revising. There is only one central idea, that is, you, Mr. Song, and I have a cloud in the sky and mud on the soles of our feet. Bewitched by a momentary illusion, let me, a toad, eat your piece of swan meat, I am a little person, and I cannot afford the thunderous wrath of your repentance.

Zhao Changle really didn't want to be taken care of, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten to where he is now. For him, being an actor is a job, just like he used to do as a handyman who moved bricks, washed dishes and did handyman. He was here to make money The one who eats is not here to sell himself, and he is unwilling to do well, but it is not enough for him to climb up desperately.

Just like the name his grandfather gave him, Zhao Changle's biggest advantage is contentment and Changle.

The phone rang twice before being picked up, "Hello." The voice on the other end of the phone was slightly distorted through the radio waves, but it was inexplicable. It's like the sea water and the warm sun mixed together, with a gentle and elegant sexy look, even he who doesn't like men very much has to admit the lethality of this breath.

Just like Song Yu's voice, it's calm and seductive.

"Hello... Mr. Song." Zhao Changle took a deep breath, looking nervous like a soldier about to step into the battlefield.

Song Yu raised her hand to signal to those present that the meeting would be suspended for a few minutes, then got up and walked out of the conference room, "Is the food not to your taste? It's been back for so many days."

"You don't get rewarded for nothing." Zhao Changle replied, "The other thing is..." He hesitated for a moment, and said directly, "I want to talk to you about you wanting to keep me." It didn't seem very good, so he said vaguely, "My business with you."

"Huh?" Song Yu stopped fiddling with the new purple clay teapot, and responded with a single tone.

Zhao Changle quickly went through the draft in his head, and he opened his mouth to recite the revised rejection politely from beginning to end. The examples of the hospital are all brought out, and even he himself will be persuaded not to take care of himself after hearing it, "I know, I know." Song Yu warmly responded to the euphemistic rejection of human beings who were about to die in one breath, "I didn't want to I want to take care of you."

He didn't wait for Zhao Changle to let out a sigh of relief before he finished speaking, and immediately followed up.

"I'm pursuing you seriously, Mr. Zhao Changle."

The hot tea was poured into the cup, Song Yu smiled lightly, and there seemed to be light gold flashing behind his ears.