Dedicated to the silly little white artist

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The film and television company that Mr. Bai bought is a little far away from BEACHER. Zheng He often saw it when he took the bus. He got out of the car, looked up at the tall buildings in front of him, and asked, "You must buy this. A lot of money?"

Mr. Bai said: "I didn't buy it, but I am the largest shareholder, and the current general manager is mine."

Zheng He couldn't understand. What Mr. Bai said was like a bible in his mind. He gave up his plan to continue talking with Mr. Bai. He turned around and wanted to find an artist he knew and ask for an autograph to go back as a souvenir. .

Mr. Bai came over and put his arms around Zheng He's waist. Zheng He twisted uncomfortably and said, "Do you want the police to arrest you in public?"

"What reason?" Mr. Bai gently pinched Zheng He's face.

Zheng He thought about it seriously, and said: "Despicable to the future pillars of the motherland."

Mr. Bai didn't respond to Zheng He's nonsense with a half-smile. Zheng He broke free a few times but didn't break free. In the eyes of others, especially when there were a bunch of bodyguards beside him, Zheng He didn't dare to tear up with Mr. Bai, so he had to be awkward. Being hugged by Mr. Bai, he walked forward step by step with difficulty.

A group of people went to the fourth floor for a meeting. The former employees of the film and television company were a little bit dissatisfied when they saw Bai En swaggering over with a boy in his arms, but the people who came over from BEACHER knew Bai En's usual temper and didn't care at all. The meeting was a serious matter, and the documents were quickly sorted out and arranged. The middle-aged secretary briefly explained to Mr. Bai the process of some film and television circles. If the contract can be passed, it will be signed, and if it cannot be passed, it will be reworked. There is not even a word of refutation. , The meeting of more than 30 people was over in ten minutes. Zheng He looked stupid in the chair next to him. Of course, those who were stupid with him were those who had never seen such a high-efficiency work, such a simple and rude film and television. There are many former employees in the company.

"Is there anything else?" Bai En asked.

No one answered.

"Okay then," Bai En said with a final word: "This is the end of the meeting, the meeting is adjourned."

Then, he grabbed Zheng He's arm, grabbed him, and followed the bodyguards away.

Zheng He asked, "Is this how you usually work?"

"Well," Bai En nodded, then frowned again: "Is there anything wrong?"

"No," Zheng He shook his head, sighed and said, "You were so handsome just now."

Bai En coughed dryly, and hugged Zheng He closer to him.

Zheng He grabbed his hand and said, "Relax, I can't breathe." He looked up at Bai En, and suddenly said, "Hey, your face is a little red, are you sorry?" He smirked asked.

Bai En's answer was to push Zheng He into his arms again.

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Zheng He used to think that the people in the film and television company should be handsome men and beautiful women, but when he came in, he saw that except for the brighter clothes, he was just an ordinary person in essence, no different from the pedestrians outside.

"It's not good-looking," Zheng He murmured, "It's not as good-looking as you."

Mr. Bai said: "You seem to want to sign it?"

Zheng He nodded: "Well, where are the artists?"

Mr. Bai looked at the middle-aged secretary next to him. The secretary bent down and said to Zheng He: "Young master, Mr. Bai still has things to do later, would you like to go with me first?"

Zheng He asked Mr. Bai: "Is it okay?"

Mr. Bai said: "Well, you go there, I will find you later."

Zheng He had a strange feeling in his heart. Mr. Bai had never been so easy to talk to. Looking at his usual temper, he wanted to sleep and put himself within reach, and he could let himself out... He was wrong. What medicine?

Mr. Bai was speechless for a while when Zheng He looked at him, and said, "If you don't want to go, you can continue working with me."

"No," Zheng He was relieved, and sure enough, he had thought too much.

The middle-aged secretary was very kind to Zheng He. This was discovered when Zheng He saw him for the first time. He didn't think he had anything to do with the celebrity around Mr. Bai, so he followed him politely. Behind him, he entered the place where the artists were rehearsing.

This film and television company will select a new batch of artists recently, and the second floor is crowded with newcomers. The middle-aged secretary said to Zheng He: "I will take you upstairs to have a look, there are all artists resting." Mr. Bai originally reserved one for you, but when he saw that you didn’t want to be an artist, he vacated the room, you can go there and wait for Mr. Bai later, there are computers and sofas, take a rest.”

"It's okay, I'm not tired." Zheng He smiled, suddenly thought of something, and asked: "The entertainers should rest now, I seem to be a bit unwell in the past, I will go there after they come out to work."

Although he didn't say it clearly, Zheng He could feel that the middle-aged secretary appreciated his proposal, and the middle-aged secretary said: "Okay, then you go to your exclusive lounge first, and I will see what activities they will have soon. Come, let me lead the way."

Zheng He didn't like to bother people, and said: "I remember it, you go to work, I will go back by myself."

The middle-aged secretary smiled slightly and said, "My job is to make you like this place."

Zheng He shrugged helplessly. Sure enough, Mr. Bai still didn't change his mind about wanting him to be an artist. He said: "It's okay, Mr. Bai won't blame you. Go and help me. I can feel more comfortable by myself." Point, by the way, is the computer in the lounge connected to the Internet?"

The secretary nodded: "Yes."

Zheng He waved his hand, turned and left.

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Zheng He actually regretted it a bit. He didn't sleep in at home on the big weekend, so why did he follow Mr. Bai to join in the fun? He doesn't chase stars, and getting an autograph is useless.

Thinking like this, he turned around and walked into the artist lounge. He remembered that when the middle-aged secretary told him that the last room on the right was his, suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the door next to him, There was the sound of something hitting the door. Zheng He was about to leave quickly when the door opened, and an extremely handsome man came out. Seeing Zheng He at the door, he was furious immediately: "You eavesdrop!"

Zheng He:"……"

Zheng He said, "Passing by."

The man said persistently: "How could there be such a coincidence? Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?!"

Zheng He found out that the brain-dead patient really has a wide-ranging mind. He said, "You think too much. I'm really just passing by. Also, today is my first day here, so it's normal that you don't know me."

At this time, another young man came out of the door. He pinched his waist and said, "Ah Rong, don't spread your temper on others. Where is your manager? Let him come to me later and take a good look at how you are now." What does it look like!"

"What do I look like!?" Young Master Rong immediately shifted his battle position, and shouted to the man: "I have already said that I will accept this play, but what do you mean by giving the show to others? You think I made too much money, Don't leave a way for other artists to survive? Young Master Cheng, please explain clearly to me!"

Cheng Shao's face was full of impatience, and said: "Ask your agent about this matter, tell me what to do? Can I help you get your tricks back?"

"I can't find her!" Rong Shao shouted.

"Then keep looking!" Cheng Shao and his domineering yelled this sentence, pushed away Rong Shao, glanced at Zheng He's face, nodded, and said: "You came here today to screen, right? We've passed the place, we should go to the second floor."

Zheng He's first impression of this young man named Cheng Shao was pretty good, especially against the background of Rong Shao, who was suspected of being a manic patient next to him.

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After returning to his lounge, Zheng He unexpectedly found out, why are the names of these two people so familiar?

It seems to have heard it somewhere.

It's understandable if it's just Young Master Rong, but Young Master Cheng is a manager... Eh?How did he know that Cheng Shao belonged to the manager?

Zheng He suddenly remembered that Cheng Shao and Rong Shao were both characters that appeared in that book? !

Rong Shao is still his rival in love!Zheng He recalled the handsome young man he saw just now, and sighed with emotion that Mr. Bai was so blind that he could see him, so he turned on the computer and played games without any pressure.

In fact, Mr. Bai has been tasting tea downstairs. It's not that he doesn't know how to drink tea, but he doesn't want to drink tea. When he sees this yellow thing, he thinks of his thorough knowledge of the essence of C country in J country. Toto's father, after that, even the most delicious thing would turn into poisonous poison in his mouth.

The middle-aged secretary pushed the door in and said, "You have a good idea."

Mr. Bai asked: "Zheng He didn't make it?"

The middle-aged secretary nodded, and said: "Not only was he not fooled, he even failed with the method you thought of before. Zheng He is far away from this circle at all. I didn't see at all that he likes filming. See?"

"Forget it over there." Mr. Bai stood up, put his suit jacket on his arm, and said, "Go find some people and go upstairs, let Zheng He come down, I'm going back."

The middle-aged secretary asked: "You just gave up?"

Mr. Bai said: "Do you think it's better for me to force him, or let him choose his own path? Anyway, the ending is the same, so let it be."

The middle-aged secretary was worried, and said: "Mr. Bai, do you really think that Zheng He is suitable? I always feel that he is a bit strange, because of a book, you have received so much attention...Everything needs to be left behind." Road."

"You don't need to say more." Mr. Bai was a little unhappy, and said, "Just do what you should do."

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When the two returned, Mr. Bai said to Zheng He: "From now on, you can choose your own path. If you don't want to come, I won't bring you here again."

Zheng He was slightly surprised. He thought that Mr. Bai would continue to pretend to be confused, and said: "Oh, it's okay, although I didn't see anyone sign for me today, but there is still a chance in the future, you don't need to comfort me." I."

Mr. Bai smiled and said, "It seems that you don't believe me at all, do you?"

"Why don't you believe me?" Zheng He also smiled, then turned his head to look at the scenery outside the car window, pedestrians and tree shadows hurried, and said, "I can't go anywhere except you."

Mr. Bai pursed his lips, and suddenly tilted his head and quickly kissed Zheng He's side face.

Zheng He covered his face and looked at Bai En in surprise.

——He is, what do you mean?