room without view

"What do you think about me?"

Yuan Yinzhi's hand holding the pen tightened, and the ink spots soaked through the back of the paper. Zhai Jie stood in front of his desk waiting for him to revise the document, but saw that his boss went off track while writing, and then stopped altogether. down.

"Don't be afraid, not afraid." She took out another copy from her bosom, and replaced the one that Yuan Yinzhi wrote badly: "I have prepared for it, boss, you can spoil it as much as you want, although these white papers used to be all It's a little sapling."

Yuan Yinzhi glanced at her, and knew that he was restless and inefficient this morning, so he didn't get angry, so he seriously revised the document and handed it to Zhai Jie.

As a result, the woman took the things but did not leave. She stood in front of her face rather obtrusively, and smiled to the old bustard: "I said, boss, how many documents have you written in the morning? You even signed the wrong name, huh? Tell me." Come on, tell me, what is bothering you?"

Yuan Yinzhi looked at her from the end of his eyes, didn't speak, but didn't drive her away either.

"Ah, I see." Zhai Jie pretended to suddenly understand, the corners of her mouth were so raised that she couldn't hold it back, "It must be Cheng Dong, right?"

When Yuan Yinzhi heard that name, he raised his eyebrows involuntarily. Zhai Jie saw it, and sighed in his heart, and said, "At any rate, I can be regarded as Bocheng's HR director. I'll also check it out. I heard that Cheng Dong has been developing very well recently. He's doing well with his familiar face. The album plan is also in progress. It seems that he's also apprenticed to a master in the circle. Isn't that just right? You gave it to me."

Yuan Yinzhi suddenly felt that these sounds strange.

Cheng Dong wouldn't talk to him about his work, when they were together, they were full of little things that were very life-like.But obviously, Cheng Dong stayed with him just for the album, for the camera, and for those specific things that he didn't care about.

He stood up from his seat, and Zhai Jie looked at him suspiciously.

"Where is Cheng Dong now?"

Zhai Jie quickly took out her mobile phone: "I'll ask her assistant."

Yuan Yinzhi looked down at Zhai Jie asking about Cheng Dong's place of work, he felt a little strange, they had breakfast together in the house where they lived together in the morning, but he didn't know anything about Cheng Dong's itinerary.

What's even more strange is that he has never had such a desire to control others.

Zhai Jie hung up the phone and said that Cheng Dong was having a meeting in Bocheng.

Yuan Yinzhi immediately stepped out of the desk and was about to set off for Bocheng.

Yuan Yinzhi's office is on the top floor of an office building in the city center. The house number is marked as the chairman of Damu Gangyun Logistics Company. I couldn't find his office, otherwise the receptionist would have to deal with many visitors every day.

Yuan Yinzhi's business is half done by himself and half by his family.Bocheng is his largest private business. Because the family is huge and involves too many people, many people want to squeeze into Bocheng and develop it into the original family business. Yuan Yin Zhicai handed over the position of executive director. There is an excuse to reject those relatives who come to share the cake in the name of investing in shares or investing. Although everyone knows that this is an excuse, it is better than nothing.

Yuan Yinzhi didn't often appear in Bocheng, so when Xia Yin saw him in the hall, he was a little surprised.

Yuan Yinzhi walked into the high-rise special elevator very quickly, Xia Yin didn't have time to go there, he was stopped by the assistant at this time, not letting him go.

"You still have a contract. Think about the consequences. Sister Aman also said that she will help. Can you not be in such a hurry?"

"Don't stop me." Xia Yin waved the other away irritably, the female assistant was hit by the ring on his little finger, touched her face, turned from embarrassment into anger, and was so angry that she wanted to turn around and leave. At this time, Huang Wenyao happened to come in through the gate. After one glance at the situation, he understood the situation, and walked over to grab the female assistant who was about to leave.

"What's the matter, did you quarrel? Don't quarrel here, it won't affect you well." Huang Wenyao said, looking at Xia Yin specially, and then said to him, "Do you have time? May I buy you a drink?"

As for the so-called drink, Xia Yin didn't expect that Huang Wenyao just went to the tea room to get two cans of coffee and threw him a can.

"You don't listen to Oman's words, you really think of yourself as an onion."

Xia Yin stared at him: "You just see my jokes, I will leave Bocheng, the entertainment industry is not just dominated by Bocheng's family."

"Where are you going after leaving Bocheng? I heard that you seem to have sneaked into the reception a few days ago and hooked up with Chia's boss? Yes, Chia's current scale is good, but the company's atmosphere is too bad, and the senior management is more than one. Your brain is full of fat, starting an entertainment company is like opening a back garden, resources have shrunk a long time ago, do you know where you bought the title song in your album last year?"

Xia Yin didn't expect Huang Wenyao to mention this suddenly. He has only released two albums. Except for the team, no one should know that he hired a shooter.

Huang Wenyao looked at him: "I bought it from Chia, so do you know who the shooter is?"

"who is it?"

"It's Cheng Dong."

Xia Yin suddenly felt disgusted, why it was Cheng Dong again, why his things had become Cheng Dong's things.

First Yuan Yinzhi, then the title song, he remembered that he and Cheng Dong sang "Panel Sketch" together, no wonder Cheng Dong sang so well, maybe that person standing next to him had despised him thousands of times in his heart .

"Cheng Dong is such a talented person, just writing a few songs will make your first album sell 36, let alone add an extra zero to the external reports. Then why doesn't Chia praise Cheng Dong? Give it away Give his song to Bocheng? Because Chia has long since died, and now I can only pick up what Bocheng left." Huang Wenyao glanced up and down Xia Yin while talking, Xia Yin was so angry that he wanted to put the cup in his hand Hit each other on the head.

"Why are you telling me so much? Don't tell me it's for my own good."

"Of course it's not for your own good. Your life and death have nothing to do with me." Huang Wenyao took a sip of coffee, "Aman just thinks you are useful. She mentioned to me that the meaning of the higher-ups is not clear. What kind of snow will you hide?" There is no way to say how long the snow will be hidden, so you'd better wait obediently, you still have a chance in Bocheng."

After Huang Wenyao finished his coffee, he threw the empty can into the trash can, and when he passed by Xia Yin, Xia Yin asked that question.

"The above meaning is not clear...why?"

"Of course it's because Mr. Yuan said casually that there is no standard line."

Xia Yin closed his eyes.

Huang Wenyao glanced at him: "Are you still thinking about it? Then you can't go to Qiya anymore. You have been with Yuan Yinzhi. If it were me, you wouldn't be able to stand other people."

The artists in the training room next to them flocked to the tea room one after another during the break time, and no one noticed that the two had just finished their conversation.

When Yuan Yinzhi walked to the door of the conference room, Zhai Jie knocked on the door, then pushed it away, and said to the people inside, "Excuse me." Then he let Yuan Yinzhi in.

The album team who were in a meeting inside were very surprised that Yuan Yinzhi would come, and wanted to get up, Yuan Yinzhi nodded to them: "You don't have to worry about me, continue, I will listen."

There were still vacant seats at the conference table, but Yuan Yinzhi walked over but did not sit down. The team members were small, and the space between two people was not tight, so Yuan Yinzhi dragged a chair and stuffed it next to Cheng Dong, sitting quite naturally. down.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, Cheng Dong looked at Yuan Yinzhi like a monkey for a while, then turned his face, touched the water bottle and took a big sip of water for himself.

The meeting continued, Yuan Yinzhi listened to their discussion, and seemed to have finalized the style of the song. He was discussing which insider to join in the last two songs, and decided to talk about Yunyun. Dong took the song list in front of him to read, everyone stopped and looked at him one after another.

"Here." He pointed to somewhere on the paper, "Is there a piano accompaniment?"

"En." Cheng Dong nodded.

"I can play the piano."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Yuan Yinzhi put the song list back and stood up: "I'll wait for you at Joel across the street. There's a piano there. You can listen to it later." He nodded to everyone, turned around and left.

When Zhai Jie helped close the door of the meeting room at the end, he saw Cheng Dong sitting there with his head down, still dazed.

The boss's posture of chasing people is simply forced.

Joel is a western restaurant with a high-end pianist. After Cheng Dong was taken to the reserved seat by the waiter, no one came to talk to him. He had meetings for a long time, but he was actually a little hungry, so he drank soon. After finishing the water on the table, he was about to ask the waiter to add more, but when he looked up, he saw Yuan Yinzhi walking towards the grand piano in the middle of the hall.

He was not joking.

Cheng Dong's position is the place with the best viewing angle in the whole restaurant. Yuan Yinzhi really held his head for him to see. Cheng Dong couldn't help laughing when he thought of the motive behind this. Yuan Yinzhi would indeed at some point , revealing a very awkward childishness.

Yuan Yinzhi sat down on the piano bench, stretched his arms naturally, and pressed the keys without delay.

It is "MerryChristmas, Mr. Lawrence" by Ryuichi Sakamoto.

The smooth and gentle sound of the piano has a subtle sense of restraint. Yuan Yinzhi's hands seem to be resting on a piece of silky silk, gently stroking, his back is slightly curved, showing a humble attitude that would never appear in normal times.

Cheng Dong knew what a pair of beautiful hands Yuan Yinzhi had, but sitting here, he couldn't see the eye-catching fingertips anymore, he could only hear the heartstrings--the piano-specific sound full of tension.

Yuan Yinzhi grasped the gorgeous and reserved feeling in the piano music very firmly. Undoubtedly, his skills are proficient, and Cheng Dong can't hear a single flaw. He is very elegant, not only in his focused posture, but also in his piano keys.But "MerryChristmas, Mr. Lawrence" urgently needs an explosive accent in the second half, and Cheng Dong found that Yuan Yinzhi was still struggling with the intensity.

Yuan Yinzhi will never be a good performer. His method is probably stuck in those strict childhood education, and he himself is probably well aware of this. The scope of art is not memorizing scores and practicing fingers. Obviously, he is not interested in the field that can be reached after learning like a machine. This kind of pleasure project is just used to cope with whim.

For example, in front of the singer lover he likes, playing a trick that is fairly flattering.

When the sound of the piano ended, Yuan Yinzhi looked at Cheng Dong, and he saw Cheng Dong showing him a very friendly, unprecedented smile.

Cheng Dong realized that Yuan Yinzhi was willing to do this, even if he was too lazy to experience the deeper emotions in the score, but it was enough to shock the world.

Yuan Yinzhi got up from the piano bench in satisfaction, and walked towards him. Cheng Dong became inexplicably nervous again. Yuan Yinzhi is really a person who doesn't know how to restrain himself. A special effect line like Hand Avalokitesvara.

"Okay, back to yesterday's question." He sat down opposite Cheng Dong and looked at Cheng Dong complacently.

"What do you think about me?"

This time there was no egg yolk to save the situation, Cheng Dong really panicked.