My conditions do not allow me not to be red (rebirth)

Jiang Shuhui walked out following her son's voice.

However, when she went out, took the elevator to the basement, and got in the car, she never put down the tablet in her hand, and even the reading glasses that she didn't wear unless necessary were always on the bridge of her nose.

So this is what Ms. Jiang said on the other end of the phone a few days ago, "I can't sleep because of thinking about my son"?

Jin Feng who was driving the car was a little speechless.

He reminded Jiang Shuhui: "I changed the tablet for you because the phone screen is too small to facilitate your presbyopia. It is not for you to stare at it all the time and see a nearsighted person."

Jiang Shuhui protested without raising her head: "Oh, don't bother me."

become.

It was only the second day after he came back, and he began to think he was annoying.

Truly personal.

Jin Feng stopped talking and drove in silence.

On the way, I received a call from my assistant: "President Jin, Vice President Zhou has a work report on entertainment investment. I would like to ask if you have time tonight or tomorrow morning."

Jin Feng's tone was calm, and he cherished words like gold: "Tomorrow."

Assistant: "Okay, tomorrow morning at 09:30, is that okay?"

Jin Feng: "Yes."

After the phone call ended, Jin Feng looked ahead, turned the steering wheel, and turned around at the intersection.

Jiang Shuhui, who had been swiping her tablet all the time, suddenly turned her head and looked out from behind the reading glasses. She first looked at the car screen, and then turned her head to look at her own son who was driving.

"Fengfeng~" Jiang Shuhui said.

Regardless of how powerful and awesome the big boss is outside, when he returns to his hometown and in front of his mother, he should be called by his nickname, no matter how grandma's nickname is.

Jin Feng silently twitched the corner of his mouth at the sound of "Fengfeng": "Yes."

Jiang Shuhui put down the tablet in her hand, picked the presbyopia, and suddenly became energetic, and asked with concern: "Your assistant sounds so young, did you just change it?"

Jin Feng didn't think much about why his mother suddenly asked about his assistant, and said casually, "I have been in the company for two years."

Jiang Shuhui: "How old is it?"

Jin Feng still didn't think much about it, he just thought his mother had committed the habit of gossiping and gossiping again: "25 six."

Jiang Shuhui's next sentence: "Then he likes boys and girls?"

Next sentence: "Are you talking about friends?"

One more sentence: "How is your relationship? Have you considered him?"

Jin Feng's hand trembled and he almost drove the car into the green belt.

"Mom." Holding the steering wheel steady, Jin Feng's tone was a little helpless, "He's just an assistant."

Jiang Shuhui said "oh", but became dissatisfied.

She glanced sadly at Jin Feng who was driving: "Then when will you solve your personal problems?"

Jiang Shuhui: "Tell you every year, ask you every year, you are not in a hurry every year, I am in a hurry to die."

He muttered again, saying that so-and-so's family has two granddaughters. I know you like boys, but you can't count on the third generation who is cute, but you should bring someone back anyway.

Jin Feng accepted all complaints silently.

Jiang Shuhui didn't complain enough, and finally said: "Is it that difficult to bring someone back?"

Jin Feng spoke this time: "It's difficult."

Jiang Shuhui's fists were hardened, if he wasn't driving, she wanted to call out: What's so difficult?

The streets are full of men, it's not that you are too picky!

The car passed by a square in a commercial street, and next to a booth that had just been built, the words "Da Yuhua's [-]th Anniversary Celebration" caught people's attention.

Jin Feng looked through the half-fallen car window, and while listening to Jiang Shuhui's nagging, he glanced casually.

He motioned to Jiang Shuhui, and deliberately changed the subject and asked, "What's over there?"

Jiang Shuhui poked her eyes to look over, and she was indeed distracted by success: "Oh, your Auntie Fan's flower company has celebrated its tenth anniversary, and we plan to set up a booth in the square here to celebrate the anniversary."

After a pause, "I heard that a few celebrities have been invited over."

Jin Feng continued to change the subject and asked, "Who is there?"

Jiang Shuhui was still looking at the square: "I don't know, I didn't hear what she said, I'll ask later."

—

Three days later, Wang Yang and Luo Hui arrived in County H by bus.

The person from Dayu Flower held a sign to pick up the two at the station, greeted them warmly, and then drove them to the hotel.

Luo Hui grew up in first-tier cities, but he has never had any idea of ​​small counties in other cities.

On the way here, he also said to Wang Yang: "If the conditions are too simple, you can bear with it, or I can find another better hotel, don't worry, I will never wrong you."

At that time, Wang Yang smiled, holding up the hotel information on the app and said to him: "What misunderstanding do you have about the counties below the economically powerful provinces? They are at least one of the top [-] counties, and there are many big hotels."

Luo Huixin believed it, but he felt that the big imperial flowers were only willing to pay [-] yuan to invite little-known artists like them to sing on stage, and the company probably didn't have much money, let alone entertain them well.

When they arrived, they found that the belt of the person holding the sign to meet them belonged to the G family, the watch belonged to Jaeger-LeCoultre, the car he drove was a big G, and the hotel that entertained them was full of luxury.

Luo Hui's mouth was open when he saw it, and he felt that he was quite ignorant.

Wang Yang is very normal.

The main reason is that in his previous life, he participated in the wedding banquet of the boss’s son in a certain [-]th-tier city as a celebrity for money. Small places are also far richer than many people think.

When Luo Hui was in a daze, Wang Yang generously exchanged business cards with the man who received them.

The man didn't expect them to carry their business cards when they were entertainers and stars. He lowered his head and glanced at them, then politely extended his hand and said, "There are places where the hospitality is not good, please bear with me."

Wang Yang shook hands with the other party: "You are welcome."

After exchanging polite greetings, on the elevator to the guest room, the two chatted about the upcoming anniversary activities.

The meaning of Dayu Huahua's side is that in addition to singing, Wang Yang can also go on stage and have an on-stage and off-stage interaction.

As soon as the man finished speaking, Luo Hui paused, wondering why they hadn't mentioned it at all in the private messages on Weibo and on the phone before, and now they are saying that this is not a job that costs [-] to let them do [-] son?

It doesn't work that way.

Luo Hui was about to refuse with a clear attitude and tactful words, when Wang Yang took the first step and said to the man: "Yes."

The man was very happy that the little star he had invited was so cooperative. The other group of artists he received in the morning were so big that his toes were going to dig a hole in the floor—of course, it might be because they were more popular.

"Both of you are resting today. If you need anything in the hotel, you can call the front desk. It was agreed before that all expenses will be covered by our company."

"Of course, if you want to go out for a stroll, you can ask the hotel to help you call a car. It's very convenient. There are shopping malls and parks nearby."

The man was very polite from the beginning to the end. He personally sent Luo Hui and Wang Yang to the door of the room. After giving instructions, he greeted and left.

When he left, he held Wang Yang's business card and said, "You can call me if you have any questions."

After Luo Hui said yes, Wang Yang said politely, "Go slowly."

Entering the nearly [-]-square-meter apartment, Luo Hui was very ignorant and shocked again: "Yes." This is a small place.

If it wasn't in the county seat, but in other first and second tiers, he would have felt that they were already wealthy with this kind of treatment.

Luo Hui sat on the sofa in the living room of the suite. Yes, the sofa is also comfortable.

He suddenly thought of something, and looked at Wang Yang who was drinking water at the bar: "You still have your business card? When was it printed?" He didn't even know.

"By the way," Luo Hui looked at Wang Yang: "I have agreed with them that there will be 6000 songs, and it will end after singing. Why did you promise him to go on stage and interact with the audience? They didn't say that before."

This is also not included in the original price.

From the agent's point of view, Luo Hui felt that Wang Yang agreed too quickly in the elevator just now: "Why are you nodding, leave it to me to discuss."

After Wang Yang finished drinking the water, he unscrewed the bottle cap, walked over, sat down, and asked Luo Hui, "What are you going to talk about?"

Wang Yang: "Tell them, this is not the original agreement, another job with another price?"

"Brother," Wang Yang persuaded Luo Hui sincerely, "Let's calm down, will it work?"

"If it's not Dayu Flower, but a big platform like Golden Fox and Orange Pomelo, and their staff tell you, let me go on stage to interact with the audience, do you think it's a different job and a different price?"

Luo Hui's heart skipped a beat, he really couldn't.

If it was Jinhu and Orange Pomelo, they would wish to go on stage to earn more shots, and they would have to put up 12 points to perform well.

Luo Hui thought for a while, then slowly said: "You mean..."

Wang Yang put the bottled water on the coffee table, looking calmer and more like a boss than Luo Hui: "Don't think I'm a star, just treat me as an ordinary literary worker."

Wang Yang analyzed Luo Hui's mentality at the beginning: "In fact, you didn't like this event. You didn't think it was enough to be on the stage, and the money you gave was not enough, so when the other party asked me to go on stage and do more activities, you subconsciously thought reject."

"But Mr. Luo," Wang Yang looked at Luo Hui with a calm expression and firm eyes, "Based on our current situation, if we want to make money, we have to be calm."

"When you are a wrist, if you don't look down on this or that, you have to look in the mirror to see your own situation."

"Dayu is an enterprise with an annual turnover of hundreds of millions. We invited us because the song "FLOWER" just fits the face of their company's products, not because I am famous."

"This opportunity was given by Da Yu, not by our strength."

"If people are polite, we must be polite too."

"They eat, drink and entertain, so naturally we have to perform well on stage."

"Don't talk about standing on stage for a while, even if they want me to be a temporary host now, they politely said that there is no reason for us to directly refuse."

Rejected, is the money still earned?

Luo Hui is not stupid, at least a person who has started his business four times knows everything.

He raised his hand and slapped it on the face, yes, he was confused.

What is he proud of when he invites them?

For some usual activities, the temporary addition and subtraction process is normal, just discuss and discuss politely. Where did he come from for other jobs and other prices?

What's more, since Dayu proposed it temporarily, no one said that he would not pay additional money.

After all, he is a partner, boss and manager, and he is not too young. How do you think the problem is not clear enough?

"I'm confused, I'm confused." Luo Hui raised his hand and patted his brain, and said hastily.

Wang Yang handed Luo Hui the business card he had received from the man, and asked, "Do you know what to do?"

Luo Hui reached out and took it: "I know."

He got up hastily, with a business card in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, and walked to the window to contact someone.

After the phone call, Luo Hui said, "Manager Xu, hello, I'm Wang Yang's manager. I'm really sorry that I didn't say hello to you just now..."

Wang Yang leaned back on the sofa, stretched his waist, picked up the fruit on the fruit plate on the coffee table and ate, and glanced at this luxurious suite while eating.

I didn't look at this job in my last life, but looking at it now, it's not bad.

It seems that the small role also has the harvest of the small role.

—

That night.

Jin Feng was sitting on the sofa peeling apples, Jiang Shuhui was applying a facial mask, and her father was sitting on the side chatting with his old sister with his mobile phone on.

The old sister said: "My brother received several celebrities today, don't mention it, each one is bigger than the other, and he scolded him all night after he came back."

Jiang Shuhui had a mask on her face and it was inconvenient to speak, so she responded with two whimpers.

The old sister continued: "However, he said that there is a very young boy who is very polite, and his manager is also very talkative."

When Jiang Shuhui heard "little boy", she ignored the cracked mask on her face and said, "Boy, handsome or not, how old is it?"

Jin Feng's eyelids twitched when he heard this tone.

The old sister smiled knowingly: "Handsome, my brother said, he is very handsome, he seems to be in his early twenties."

Jiang Shuhui stretched out her hand, shoved Jin Feng's arm suggestively, and signaled him to look at the phone: "Listen, listen!"

Jin Feng was speechless, he stuffed the apple that he intended to honor his mother into his mouth, got up and left.

Jiang Shuhui stared at his back, smoothed the mask on her face, and let the old sister continue talking.

The sisters said: "My brother plans to give the boy a big red envelope in return, and ask him to add a show temporarily and stand on stage for a while."

Sister: "Hey, you must come that day, bring Fengfeng, and reserve the best seats in the front row for you."