Dressed as a substitute lover of a wealthy old man

"Hello...well, it's me, I'm still very optimistic about Tong Yuan...well, okay, because our investors here have some special requirements, he may refuse because of this...well, okay."

"Whose phone number?"

Lin Xuyan almost hung up, and Luan Yi, who was eating melons with his mobile phone, asked immediately.

"Tong Yuan's manager sent someone to contact him in the morning, and he just called me back."

"What did you say?"

"It's a rare opportunity, and I will have a good chat with the artist."

"This is a normal reaction!" Luan Yi put down the phone, "Did Tong Yuan really reject you today?"

Lin Xuyan rolled his eyes at him, holding his mobile phone in grief and looking through hot searches: "This hot search has been hanging up for more than a long time, and Qiao Ning's has been removed. Does their company care?"

"That's not true," Luan Yi crossed his legs and lit a cigarette, "I've heard about that company, and someone helps them get hotter, and they might be having fun at the moment."

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Feng Xiaonan saw that the number one most searched item had disappeared from the search list, but the one about Tong Yuan hadn't seen a downward trend in popularity after waiting for a long time. He clutched his phone and hesitated for a long time whether to call his agent, but he didn't expect The phone came by itself.

"Brother Liu!"

"Where is Tong Yuanren? Let him answer the phone for me!"

On the phone, Liu Hongtao immediately asked whether Feng Xiaonan was young, and what he wanted to say was blocked abruptly, and he said uncertainly: "He should be rehearsing..."

"Put him on the phone, now!"

In the huge practice room, Tong Yuan was sitting against the wall, rubbing his cramped instep, and raised his sweaty face to look at the door when he heard the movement.

"Brother Liu's phone number."

"Who?"

"Brother Liu, manager."

Tong Yuan: ...

He had really forgotten that there was such a person.

"Tong Yuan, what's the matter with Mr. Lin's 'Venus' project? Why did you reject it without my consent? If you can bear it, don't think that just a few clicks on the trending search will be powerful. No one praises you. no!"

After finishing speaking so powerfully, Liu Hongtao put on a earnest tone on the phone: "Tongtong, it's a good thing someone is willing to praise you these days. What's Mr. Lin's reputation? It's not Brother Liu who framed you, isn't it because you are short of money? If Mr. Lin If you are willing to praise you, the money will go to the sea. We don’t need to participate in this shitty show! Isn’t it just to accompany an investor? It’s not like we haven’t accompanied you before, it’s the same as accompanying Mr. Pei last time. You accompany one is to accompany, Accompanying two is also accompanying, why give up such a good opportunity because of this kind of thing?"

Tong Yuan was distracted after hearing Liu Hongtao mention the hot search, he picked up his mobile phone and changed it back to normal mode, and received a series of messages jingling.

He clicked directly into Weibo without searching, the homepage was full of tweets from him and Qu Jiabai.

Tong Yuan clicked on a few popular comments, and raised the corners of his mouth in disdain.

But anyone who has been in the circle can see that there is a team leading the rhythm. He glanced at Qu Jiabai who was hanging side by side with him, and he knew it.

This kid has a lot of brains. If he picks up such an insignificant matter at this time, there must be some action in the future. It seems that his recent enthusiasm cannot be lowered.

Although the fire is a bit slanted, it is still hot. I don't know if I can live my life of doing nothing and being a rice bug.

After Liu Hongtao made a long speech, he didn't wait for Tong Yuan to speak for a long time, thinking that he had made sense, and said kindly: "Okay, then you should prepare in the next two days, and then make an appointment with the investors over there and I will take you go?"

Compared with the rather interesting blackmail of the whole network, this pimping agent obviously made him feel more stuck in his throat, Tong Yuan thought for a while: "Let me think about it."

"Come on, let's go."

The other end of the phone answered repeatedly, Tong Yuan hung up the phone, returned the phone to Feng Xiaonan, and asked casually: "Where did I put the contract signed with the company, do you have any memory? I forgot. "

"Contract? It seems to be in your backpack, why are you looking for this all of a sudden?"

"There's something I want to take a look at." Tong Yuan stood up and flexed his ankles, put his phone back into airplane mode, and connected it to a Bluetooth speaker, "Let's try it together again."

Feng Xiaonan was stunned, and stared at Tong Yuan for a while, but didn't see the slump he imagined.

It seemed that the weibo he had read just now was not an overwhelming black satire, but a mediocre morning news.

Thinking back to the beginning, how could a person who was depressed just because he was excluded because of his abnormal performance on stage be able to sit so peacefully? "Hello."

Feng Xiaonan's tangled appearance did not escape Tong Yuan's eyes, he felt that he still had to be responsible for this physical friend.

"People change, you know."

"Yesterday's Tong Yuan is dead, now standing in front of you is a brand new Tong Yuan."

"Trust him a little more, huh?"

Tong Yuan's eyes were unavoidable, Feng Xiaonan nodded his head.

In the past, Tong Yuan almost never looked at others directly like this, but now that he looked at him, a kind of confidence suddenly arose in his heart.

It seemed that as long as it was what he wanted to do, it would definitely come true, that certainty came from the inside out, with such a person standing by his side, Feng Xiaonan felt unprecedentedly confident.

……

Pei Xiangyu changed his clothes and went to the company. Qiao Ning's trending search had already been removed, and only a few pictures of Tong Yuan remained on the screen.

I don't know how a silly kid like Tong Yuan offended others. It's worth someone making such a big move against him.

He made an intercom call and called Chen Yi'an in: "Did you find out?"

"I checked, the team behind Tong Yuan's trending search is the same as Qu Jiabai's."

"Qu Jiabai."

Pei Xiangyu repeated the name, and clicked on another trending search.

"Qu Jiabai is also a sensual contestant, and he is participating in the same show as Tong Yuan."

Chen Yi'an explained blankly.

Although the edges and corners of Qiao Ning's photo had been suppressed very dark, he still recognized at a glance that the person who almost blended into the background was his own boss, and Tong Yuan's, that back.

Gee.

The boss has been silent for so many years, and then quietly searched for two trending searches, not knowing where it is headed.

Pei Xiangyu stared at Qu Jiabai's video for a long time, and he could be compared with the person who followed Zhou Kaizhong in the previous nights.

No wonder it targets their children.

The video I watched in the morning was swaying in my head again, and the child seemed to have this capital to attract people's envy.

"Did their company not take any action?"

"No," Chen Yi'an pushed his glasses, "do you need to intervene?"

Pei Xiangyu thought for a while: "No need, let it hang."

Chen Yi'an: "..."

"By the way, if you have a call from Lin Xuyan, just answer it directly."

"Yes."

Not long after Chen Yi'an left, the internal phone rang.

"What else?"

"Lin Xuyan called in, Line [-]."

Pei Xiangyu hooked the corner of his mouth, and pressed connect.

"Hello, I'm Lin Xuyan who met you this morning. I want to ask when you are free so that we can arrange for artists to meet you."

On the phone, Lin Xuyan paused for a moment, and continued: "That's right, the artist company wants to know who they want to meet, can I reveal your identity?"

Don't know who he is?

Pei Xiangyu narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, his originally interested face turned grim.

He patiently coaxes the little animals that can have fun, but once the little animals can wag their tails at anyone, this is not something he can tolerate.

The hand resting on the table knocked on the table and said in a deep voice, "Don't tell him, someone will give it to you later."

The author has something to say: Mr. Pei: I love myself.