Overlord's canary wants to divorce every day

Lin Yishui really wanted to remind Er Ye rationally and objectively that Chi Ye's refusal attitude had little to do with the style and color of the lunch box.

But seeing He Lin's expression of reluctance and conviction, he chose to keep his mouth shut and try his best to be kind.

Besides, there are still many things that need to be reminded by him during this period of time, I don't care about this one...

The exclusive team of the president of Huanyu Group has been in a strange state of tension recently.

It has nothing to do with the development of the African business, but the entire department is burning oil to buy out the copyright and management rights of a mere web drama.

Since He Lin took over Huanyu at the age of 20, he made a drastic move to eliminate dissidents, foster confidants, streamline administration and delegate power. Since then, he has been very reassuring about the various businesses within the group.

I have never personally followed up a business with less than eight figures in my life.

This time, for the first time, I bought online dramas by myself, and reminded me of the process with the face of a veteran cadre on time every day, and I didn't even have a lot of time to find time for nirvana.

And Assistant Lin, who has always been easy-going, actually seemed to have been pierced by a soul this time, acting even more ruthlessly than the CEO.

It is required that every step in the acquisition process of all departments must be reported to him in person, and if there are practical difficulties, they must also call to explain the situation.

I thought so hard that my crisp and clear AI voice was hoarse.

Under such a high-pressure policy, all members of the president's team had to spend almost all their meals and lodging at their jobs.

The head of the secretariat held his head in pain for three nights, and the hair he had transplanted was half bald again in just one week.

It's unbearable.

The head of the secretariat asked Lin Yishui in private, "Tezhu Lin, at least you know everything about me. Is there a problem with the group's capital chain or is it going to go bankrupt and liquidated?"

Lin Yishui, as one of the only two insiders of this incident, kept his professional ethics secret, shook his head and waved his hands in an inscrutable manner, "Buddha said, don't say it."

After all, the head of the secretariat is young and has few managers. After hearing this, he was even more worried about the company's future, and his eyes turned red.

Lin Yishui had no choice but to take out the group's last season's business report and stuff it into the hands of the head of the secretariat, which barely stabilized the morale of the team.

The head of the secretariat took the initiative to brush his hair, and went back cheerfully to continue working hard.

Lin Yishui sent the person away, turned around and started calling.

After the elite team compared and analyzed the big data, the top screenwriters selected by thousands of people are basking in the sun on the beach in the Philippines at the moment, and they are very impatient to answer the overseas phone call, "You are on vacation, you should hire someone else."

"500 million, just add one character." Assistant Lin personally did not fail to negotiate a deal, "The script is ready-made, and there is basically no need to make any changes to the rest of the content."

Mainly rich and powerful.

The screenwriter was suspicious, "Does the honorable Party A have any special requirements for the characters?"

Lin Yishui smiled slightly, "There are indeed two, the first one is that this role does not require acting skills, and the second one is that there must be a supporting role that can slap the face of the cannon fodder."

Before the ace screenwriter became an ace, he also worked in many low-level crews.

At that time, the investor Baba often stuffed people and characters in various names, and most of the things stuffed in were vases that could not act, so he was more proficient in operating the first one.

The screenwriter pondered for a moment, "It's just the second one... I can try to lower my expectations for this role in the early stage, and then suddenly explode, similar to the rhythm of Shuangwen..."

"No, no, no..." Lin Yishui interrupted the screenwriter's train of thought, and conveyed He Lin's original words word by word, "The slap in the face I said was just a literal 'slap in the face'."

Lin Yishui, "Just point your palm at the opponent's face, and slap hard."

screenwriter:"……"

Swallowing his breath for the high manuscript fee, Dayi said awe-inspiringly, "Okay! I will try my best."

In the past few days, Chi Ye's character design in the crew has been ruined a bit by the black-clothed bodyguards.

The melon-eating team headed by the assistant director, the brain-filling plots have been performed from "The Big Brother's Runaway Little Wife" to "The Daily Life of Canary" and even "After Running with the Ball, the Boss Kneeled to Beg Me to Remarry" ".

With his own strength, he has swept all the bloody themes of the gold list in the entire Jinjiang Literature City.

Chi Ye: "..."

There is no denying it.

That’s all for the little wife, what about running with the ball? Has the world view in the novel made technology so advanced?

Chi Ye had no choice but to discuss with the captain of the bodyguard, saying that he was a stand-in actor with no connections and no ostentation, so he really didn't need such a mobilizing team of assistants.

The captain of the bodyguard is relatively easy to talk to.

The main reason is that their duty is to take care of Mr. He's house and walk in the dark, and occasionally they have to do some fighting and killing, so they really can't stay by Chi Ye's side all the time.

After dissuading the big brother in black, Chi Ye felt that it might not be enough.

During this period of time, I have been subdued for a long time, and Chi Ye still has some nostalgia for his "abandoned" miserable life before, and he will say it again to anyone who catches him: "Actually, I am really innocent and ordinary. Normal."

When he caught Xiao Xu's hand, he was thrown away without mercy.

The handsome and heroic traffic star was greatly stimulated by the sudden turn of the story, and he actually looked like he was cheated and felt extremely heartbroken.

Asked Chi Ye righteously: "Didn't you say you don't have a boyfriend?"

Chi Ye patted his chest: "I really don't have a boyfriend,"

The accent is placed on the word "boyfriend".

Xiao Xu retorted coldly, "Then, what's the matter with those **** assistants of yours?"

Chi Ye was half-true and half-fake, "It's because the family I'm borrowing from is richer, the host family is nice, and they take care of the guests like this."

Xiao Xu is not a three-year-old child, of course he doesn't believe a word of this kind of statement, frowning, he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Chi Ye felt that the talk was probably over, and he was quite happy that he had successfully brainwashed another one.

With great interest, he took out the two insulated lunch boxes left by the bodyguard captain before he left in the morning, and called Xiao Xu over for lunch, "I brought too much, I can't finish it all by myself, teacher Xiao, shall we?"

Xiao Xu's eyes fell on that pink Peggy: "..."

Silently picked up the chopsticks and put another piece of pork into Chi Ye's mouth, said with a cold expression, "I think your enthusiastic host may not be taking care of the guests."

In order to minimize the exposure of the lunch box, Chi Ye raced against time to stuff something into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "What is that?"

Xiao Xu said coolly, "I'm raising my son."

"Master Chi, you haven't eaten all day, even if you are angry, you can't make things difficult for yourself, you have to eat..."

The housekeeper knocked on the door like a bell No. 13 times, and he refused to let go.

Chi Ye was forced to take a vacation today by chief director Xie Wenli.

The reason was that he delayed the progress too much in the crew, and everyone was obsessed with the love-hate relationship between the gossip young master and the domineering president, and had no intention of acting at all.

Chi Ye couldn't figure out why it was him who was suspended without pay when his head and mouth were on other people's bodies.

I lay on the bed for a whole day in a fit of anger, and didn't even get up to eat.

I was really hungry.

"Here we come..." Chi Ye couldn't bear to embarrass Mr. Housekeeper, who was dedicated to him, he shook his head and pushed open the door.

Nodding to Mr. Housekeeper as a greeting, I pulled on my slippers, yawned and walked towards the restaurant.

Just a few steps away, Mr. Housekeeper dragged him back by the collar of his pajamas, "Don't you clean yourself up? Take a shower, blow your hair or something? At least wash your face."

Chi Ye rubbed his eyes, "Didn't I just go for a meal?"

"Of course it's food." Mr. Butler laughed and laughed, "but the ingredients are special."

"The snails that have just been airlifted from France are fresh, and the meat will only show up when they see satisfied diners, otherwise they will not taste good."

Chi Ye was full of doubts, "It's a creature that was eaten, and it's still so hypocritical?"

The housekeeper was serious, "It's only hypocritical to be eaten. This is called death with peace of mind, and a well-deserved death."

Chi Ye hadn't fully woken up yet, and was almost convinced by his bunch of "dead" words.

Turning back to the bathroom, facing the mirror, I managed to grab my hair a few times.

Mr. Butler raced against the clock and spritzed the perfume behind him a few times with an agility that was extremely disproportionate to his age, without even looking at any fragrance notes.

Chi Ye walked out of the bedroom, and as soon as he went down the spiral stairs, he felt that the air pressure around him tensed up out of nowhere, and the air was filled with the appearance of being inspected and guided by someone.

The chaotic brain immediately became alert, and Chi Ye leaned half of his body on the stairs and took a look into the restaurant. Sure enough, the one waiting for him was not a French snail at all, but Mr. He, who was sitting at the dining table and dressed in a luxurious suit. .

Isn't this person in Africa, why did he come back so suddenly, and he didn't get tanned at all?

Chi Ye: "..."

It should have occurred to him earlier that the old housekeeper would not give up any chance to offer his chrysanthemums.

What kind of snail, the one who is about to be eaten is obviously me, and even the seasonings have been sprinkled - the housekeeper is in a hurry, and the perfume he chooses is coconut milk.

In normal times, Chi Ye might still be willing to accompany He Lin with a few compliments to improve the relationship, but right now, this Hongmen banquet that clearly shows the gift of chrysanthemums from thousands of miles away is forgettable.

Moreover, Chi Ye is not very familiar with the scene of reunion after a long time, so he doesn't know what lines to use. If he makes a mistake and makes others unhappy, he might as well just shut up.

So, Chi Ye turned around quickly, but unexpectedly, his head hit Mr. Steward's chest squarely. The old man spread his arms tremblingly, and blocked the road when Chi Ye came here with his octogenarian body. of.

Chi Ye struggled to death, and lowered his voice, "Uncle Zhu, I'm really not hungry, and Mr. may not necessarily want to see me now."

Mr. Butler smiled like an old father, didn't speak, just raised his finger to the dining room.

Chi Ye looked over, and sure enough, the restaurant was solemn and solemn, and the servants were busy serving their duties. The table was covered with delicacies, but the plates and plates in front of He Lin were all empty. and others.

It never occurred to him that the superficially ruthless CEO also likes the custom of letting others clean up the dust.

He Lin raised his eyelids and looked upstairs, just in time to meet Shang Chi Ye who was sneakily trying to escape.

Chi Ye sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Oh...everything is fate."

As soon as Chi Ye sat down, He Lin said heavily, "Are you going to perform a hunger strike again?"

This "performance" is very spiritual.

That expression seemed to say again: "What else do you want, just say it, stop losing your temper."

Chi Ye was so tired.

Mr. Housekeeper also chimed in, "Anyone outside who dares to provoke you, just say so, and the second master will definitely beat him to death for you."

Chi Ye didn't believe it, "Whoever provokes me can beat me?"

He Lin looked Xiao Su, "Of course."

Chi Ye swallowed hard, "Then do you consider committing suicide?"

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