Laid-off and re-employment

Zhang Feifei, who got two extra lunch boxes from the scene manager, was very happy, but he still didn't forget to seriously criticize Zhang Bieyu who didn't bring his own lunch.

"Next time." Zhang Bieyu stretched out his hand and swore, "I will remember tomorrow."

After Yan Zhuoying had finished eating, Zhang Bieyu didn't stay long like yesterday, and left with the thermos.Only leave a message for Zhuoying and Zhang Feifan, who eats more deliciously than eating and broadcasting.

Yan Zhuoying put down the phone and originally wanted to read the script for a while, but because Zhang Feifan was eating like no one else, he lost his mind. Suddenly Zhang Feifei hiccupped, which brought Yan Zhuoying back to his senses.

He leaned on his chair, looked at Zhang Feifan and sighed, "You have a really good appetite."

"My appetite is nothing, Brother Zhang eats more than me." Zhang Feifei said.

Yan Zhuoying was taken aback, and seemed to have found a different Zhang Bieyu: "Really? He is so thin, can he eat more than you?"

"Really? Don't look at Zhang Ge being thin. He can eat three meals by himself when sending letters." Zhang Feifei recalled the past, and somewhat missed the days when Zhang Bieyu and Zhang Bieyu were cooking together.

At that time, Brother Zhang will not forget his own portion when taking the meal.

"When sending the letter...what does Zhang Bieyu do in the company every day? Didn't you arrange an announcement with him?" Yan Zhuoying thought about it, pretending to ask casually, but she was very curious about Zhang Feifan's answer.

Zhang Feifei didn't even think about it and said: "Nothing, I occasionally practice dance and go to class or sleep, then eat at o'clock, play with my mobile phone, and then go back to my residence to get off work. I didn't see him accept the notice."

"No one? Isn't Sister Tao his manager? How could he not give him a single notice?" Yan Zhuoying didn't understand, even if there was no fan traffic in a round of tours, Zhang Bieyu wouldn't be so indifferent.

His looks have nothing to do with being ugly, his skin is white and his temperament is special, he belongs to the type with good foundation and good packaging.

Zhang Feifei paused, then lowered his voice suddenly, moved closer and said, "It seems that because of the contract, Brother Zhang used to belong to another small company, and the latter company was acquired by Chuanxin, so his contract was reversed." .”

Yan Zhuoying nodded, and vaguely remembered that Zhang Bieyu's company was indeed not Chuanxin during the draft.He continued to ask: "The contract should be terminated first and then signed again, right?"

"It seems that Brother Zhang had a short-term contract with that company at the time, and Chuanxin wanted to sign a long-term contract with him, but the two sides did not reach an agreement... I don't know the specifics. Anyway, Brother Zhang didn't have any resources at the time, and he seemed to have no resources at all. Acting like you don't care."

Zhang Feifei said and shrugged, "But I think he is much happier now. It is better to be your own boss when you work for others. You can do what you say, and you don't need to listen to other people's pointers."

Yan Zhuoying was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and agreed: "Indeed, working for others is not as comfortable as being your own boss."

He was a little dazed looking at the script in his hand. Fortunately, there were not many lines in the afternoon, and he just filmed the scene where Liu Zhongheng, played by Yan Zhuoying, really had no money.

At this time, Yan Zhuoying, who was in a melancholy and entangled mood, truly interpreted the confusion in Liu Zhongheng's heart who was leaning against the corner to smoke and rest after moving the bricks.

He was holding the unidentifiable cigarette, and because he didn't know how to smoke, he acted like he was reluctant to smoke a cigarette, which was rare.

Director Yan leaned on the director's chair and looked at the screen, nodded and said to Qi Yun who was sitting next to him, "That's right, it's pretty good to be able to make it like this with a little mention."

Qi Yun smiled: "Indeed, if Huo Hongyun can maintain this when she comes tomorrow, she probably won't be able to say anything."

"She..." Yan Cheng touched his bald head, clicked his tongue twice, and then laughed: "It's okay to let her talk, there will always be someone who will sing the red face and someone who will sing the bad face."

Instead, he turned his head and gave Qi Yun an ambiguous look: "It's you, aren't you afraid to see her?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Qi Yun looked calm, took a look at the phone, and suddenly frowned.

He handed the phone directly to Yan Cheng, who only glanced at it and frowned for a long time without speaking.He waited for Yan Zhuoying to finish filming the scene, and beckoned him over.

"Director Yan?" Yan Zhuoying patted the ashes on his body before coming over, smiled at Yan Cheng, and asked cautiously: "Is there something wrong with me just now and I want another one?"

"No, let's take a look at this." Yan Cheng got up and asked Yan Zhuoying to go to the side alone, relying on him to see the content on the phone screen, and after he finished reading, he said: "What's going on?"

Today's own clarification did not completely calm the public opinion on the Internet, and some people even started to use the words "his love" and "mother", and some did not believe that this was his real mother, "godmother".

The expression on Yan Zhuoying's face became worse and worse, he knew exactly who was behind the scenes, and it was because he knew that that made him even angrier.

"I know these are not true, but you can't let people start talking about it. The key is that you absolutely can't let people put some names on you." Yan Cheng sighed, reached out and patted Yan Zhuoying's shoulder, "Deal with it Well, these things, don’t affect the shooting, and don’t let others mention you in the future, what comes to mind is not your work, but some messy things.”

He took back the phone and walked back, Yan Zhuoying was silent for a while before answering.

"Oh yes, you finished the play just now, and you did a good job. Go back and have a good rest. Huo Hongyun will join the group tomorrow, so you come early." Yan Cheng specially reminded her, before turning around and leaving.

Seeing that he returned the phone to him when he came back, Qi Yun stretched out his head to look at Yan Zhuoying who was still standing there, and asked softly, "What did you say to him?"

"It's nothing, just remind him that he should deal with some things." Yancheng glanced at him, "Didn't you help Liangyue as a lobbyist? I'm helping you."

Qi Yun smiled: "I will treat you to dinner then."

"No, you're going to take a look at it first, and I'll make a phone call." Yan Cheng said.

Qi Yun asked curiously, "Who did you call just now?"

"Who are you calling? Knowing that people are filming my film and sending messages, you still engage in these tricks? Insane." Yan Cheng was a little annoyed, "Who cares if they cancel the contract or not, even if the king of heaven comes, I can't affect my progress."

Director Yan took his mobile phone and left cursing. Qi Yun pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the people around him who were listening with pricked ears, and said, "Listen, be careful, don't believe false news on the Internet, be careful to provoke Yan." The director got angry, and everyone couldn't eat and walked around."

Yan Zhuoying came over there, said hello, and took Zhang Feifan back to the hotel. Zhang Feifan also saw what happened on the Internet, and reprimanded Yan Zhuoying for the marketing account that he wrote indiscriminately, and then looked at His face was comforting, trying to cheer him up a bit.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Yan Zhuoying forced a smile.

Zhang Feifei carefully asked: "Brother Yan, don't blame me for meddling in other people's business, but do you need to call Sister Tao? Although she has been triumphant for the past few years, those contacts are still there, and they should not be broken."

Yan Zhuoying didn't answer, but just patted him on the shoulder: "Understood, you go back to rest first, you have to come early tomorrow. I get up at six o'clock."

After dismissing Zhang Feifan, Yan Zhuoying swiped his card to enter the door, raised his hand and threw the phone on the bed.He punched a set of military punches in the air, and muttered to himself some words that only he could understand.

After the mood stabilized, Yan Zhuoying sat on the ground and called her mother first. After comforting her with the words she had thought up before, she said softly, "It will be resolved soon, where is Dad?"

"I opened the public release, and your dad is listening." Song Meimei pushed her husband next to her, "Ask you, talk."

Yan Wenqian sighed: "Son, mom and dad are ordinary people, so they can't help you, but if you feel tired, go home, it's okay, if you are unhappy, please tell us , don’t be alone in your heart.”

Yan Zhuoying agreed again and again, feeling a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't let his family members hear it. He hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

I kept comforting myself in my heart that it was nothing, many people worked harder than me, and I was nothing, it was normal, it was normal.

He was holding his mobile phone and looking through the WeChat in his mobile phone, and was about to send a message to the lawyer, when suddenly there was a vibration, and a friend request popped up.

Yan Zhuoying frowned, opened the person's profile and found that there was no note of who she was, but the black T-shirt on the profile picture was very similar to the one worn by Zhang Bieyu.

Did you see the news on the Internet and want to comfort me?Yan Zhuoying laughed, wondering if sister Tao pushed her WeChat to him.

After hesitating for a while, Yan Zhuoying remembered Zhang Bieyu's comforting words at noon, and finally clicked Pass, waiting for Zhang Bieyu to send a message first, but he didn't expect that the other side would say hello, Mr. Yan.

OK, next.

It wasn't Zhang Bieyu, and he didn't know where the stranger came from. Yan Zhuoying secretly scolded him for thinking too much, and wanted to delete the friend directly, but soon the second message popped up.

【My name is Zhao Xingxing. I am the nephew of Zhao Shouxin's son Zhao Shouye. I just returned to China recently. I wonder if Mr. Yan has time to have a light meal together. 】

Stepping on the brakes in time, Yan Zhuoying didn't reply immediately, but cut out and sent a message to Sister Tao, asking if Zhao Shouxin's son was Zhao Xingxing, and his contact information, to prevent any possibility of telecom fraud.

After getting an affirmative answer, Sister Tao didn't have Zhao Xingxing's contact information either.

[Suddenly a man named Zhao Xingxing called me and wanted to treat me to dinner. 】Yan Zhuoying is honest.

Sister Tao kept showing that she was typing, but there was no message for a long time.On the contrary, Mr. Zhao sent another message, expressing his sincerity.

Sincerity is neither big nor small, it just happened to be a photo of Zhao Shouye's bald silhouette comparing the middle finger, it seems that a meeting is being held in the conference room.

[How about this? 】

Yan Zhuoying's mood became subtle for a moment. After all, Zhao Shouye was still his boss, and some greetings to his family were hard to say too bluntly. He thought for a while and replied a message.

【Take another one, please】

Yoshi, Modo Modo.