Laid-off and re-employment

In order to fully demonstrate his sincerity, Mr. Zhao on the opposite side directly sent a WeChat video. The camera first pointed at Zhao Shouye, who was saying that he was saying the same thing as sending a message on WeChat, and then pointed at his own blank In the notebook, with a swipe of the pen, three large characters of Zhao Xingxing were left.

I have to say, the writing is a bit ugly.

[How about it, do you believe it? 】

Yan Zhuoying didn't reply in a hurry, but waited for sister Tao's news that it might be him, and then replied to Mr. Zhao Xingxing's news.

[Hello, Mr. Zhao, what's the matter, I'm on the set right now, if you have anything to say, you can directly say it on WeChat]

Since his debut, Yan Zhuoying has always had a high awareness of self-protection. Although there are no more things that are difficult for others in this circle, dirty hands and feet and swearing still exist.

For example, Shen Mian, who was exposed for sexual harassment last year and banned, it is hard to imagine that he would not let go of Zhang Feifan's ass.

【It's a bit abrupt to say so, but I don't know if Mr. Yan has figured out where he will go after leaving Chuanxin?Have you ever thought about the meaning of opening a personal studio? 】

[If you need to open a personal studio, do you consider sole proprietorship or temporary affiliation?If it is a temporary affiliation, I am willing to help Mr. Yan. 】

[By the way, Mr. Yan's assistant and security guards are already on their way back to the set, and the comments that are unfavorable to Mr. Yan on the Internet have also been curbed. If you still need my help, just speak up. 】

[If it's not convenient to have dinner tonight, you can call me anytime when Mr. Yan has time. 】

The messages on the screen popped up one after another, Yan Zhuoying was stunned for a while, and when he finished reading the last word, he immediately switched to Weibo, and sure enough, he found that the first people who uttered crazy things on the Internet at the beginning had already done so because of the words. The two lawyer letters sent by Zhuoying's official support club shut up.

Yan Zhuoying's support club, who had pretended to be dead for two days and was insulted by countless people, at this time it was fine to send a lawyer's letter to the corpse, and even spoke up, expressing that he would protect all rights and interests of Yan Zhuoying.

But the official fan club is a letter of endorsement, let alone fans, what it says now, even a dog will not believe it.

Originally you didn’t say anything and everyone thought you were dead, but suddenly you jumped out and told your fans that you were still alive, even a fan would have to come over and spit and spit before leaving.

Yan Zhuoying was in a complicated mood and switched back to the WeChat interface of the two, and began to think about what Zhao Xingxing was going to do. Isn't he the one who sent the message?Why do you still ask me where I am going after leaving Chuanxin?

Could it be that he was fishing here to cooperate with Zhao Chuanxin by taking advantage of the scandal released today to trick himself into being fooled?But the straight middle finger doesn't look like it.

But looking at the words "personal studio", Yan Zhuoying was really moved.He thought for a while and moved his fingers slightly and finally replied a message.

[Thank you very much.But isn't Mr. Zhao the messenger? 】

Zhao Xingxing's message came back in seconds: [Yes, but the situation is a bit complicated, and it will be unclear on WeChat for a while. 】

The implication is that we can only understand when we meet.

Yan Zhuoying thought over and over, and realized that she was afraid of something, so she met as soon as she met, as if she was looking for a job for an interview, if it didn't work, she would still have a good month to guarantee the bottom line.

In case this Mr. Zhao wants to do something, the iron he lifted in the gym a few days ago was not for nothing, so just give him some colorseesee.

With a flick of his finger, Yan Zhuoying agreed to the dinner invitation tonight, but he didn't intend to go alone, but asked if he could bring two friends.

Zhao Xingxing seems to have seen through the distrust in his heart, and said very enthusiastically that there is no problem, and he can bring as many friends as he wants, and he can eat as much as he wants.

The two agreed on a time to meet, and the place was chosen at the revolving viewing restaurant on the top floor of the tallest building in the city. Yan Zhuoying glanced at the address, dialed the number of his assistant Xiao Yang, and told them to rest today and go early tomorrow Just come to the set.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yang subconsciously asked, "Mr. Yan, do you have any arrangements for the evening? Do you need a car?"

"No need." Yan Zhuoying's voice was still gentle, "It's okay, you guys have a good rest at home, Huo Hongyun and Sister Huo are going to join the group tomorrow, you just need to come here early."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuoying called Zhang Feifan, his right-hand assistant who had been separated from him for less than half an hour, and straight to the point: "Fan Fei, I will take you to a good place for dinner tonight."

When Zhang Feifei heard that there was such a good thing, it turned out that the top assistants were different, not to mention the double box lunch, but the place to eat is also a good place, he asked: "Brother Yan, when and where will you eat?"

"In the city, do you have a car?" Yan Zhuoying asked.

Zhang Feifei, who only owns a thousand yuan luxury car, said frankly: "There are only two wheels, not four wheels, and they are mainly used to deliver food to the store."

Yan Zhuoying choked, and instantly knew that it was the small takeaway motorcycle that he had had physical contact with before, he paused and said, "Are you in the shop? Is Zhang Bieyu by the side? Can you ask him to answer the phone? "

"Brother Zhang is not here, so I guess he went out for a ride again." Zhang Feifei reported a series of numbers, "Brother Yan, you use this number to add him to WeChat to send messages, and he usually doesn't answer the phone when he is on a ride."

Yan Zhuoying hung up the phone, hesitant looking at the string of numbers, he knew it was wrong to connect with fans privately, but this was not the first time he bothered Zhang Bieyu with something, and he and he used to be colleagues.Their current relationship should not be a simple fan and idol, it should be sublimated a little bit.

Friends, yes, we are friends now.

Yan Zhuoying, who deceived himself and persuaded himself, quickly added Zhang Bieyu's WeChat through his mobile phone number, but he didn't expect to add it without verification.

[You have added AAA Kaixuan Tu Restaurant 1585888xxxx as a friend, you can start chatting now]

Yan Zhuoying: ...

He stared at this WeChat name for a long time, suspecting that it was his own illusion, but he felt that Zhang Bieyu was indeed such a person who loves life and works hard. He thought and thought, and still sent a sentence?

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a second reply.

[Hi, here we are, do you need a meal order service? 】

With complicated emotions, Yan Zhuoying typed out the words "I am Yan Zhuoying" and sent it. After realizing it, she began to worry whether she had violated the Traffic Safety Law by sending Zhang Bieyu WeChat while he was driving a ride.

Zhang Bieyu, who was observing outside Wang Mazi Malatang, was startled when he saw the news. He choked the milk tea he was drinking into his trachea and coughed for a while before he calmed down.

Yan Zhuoying, who couldn't wait for his reply for a long time, even began to imagine that Bie Yu had a car accident because of replying to his message, sat on the ground restless and began to confess.

When he was about to send another one, Zhang Bieyu finally replied to his own message.

【Ah, what's wrong?What's up? 】

Yan Zhuoying breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately typed: 【Fan Fei said you were driving in the afternoon, I didn't bother you, did I? 】

[No, I'm not driving a free ride. 】

Zhang Bieyu leaned on the chair in the milk tea shop, glanced at the crowded Wang Mazi Malatang, half envious and half sour, envious of the traffic of others, and bitter about why he didn't encounter such a good thing in the first place.

He looked at Wang Mazi's door with melancholy in his heart, waiting for Yan Zhuoying to say something, but he didn't expect this old man to call directly on WeChat.

At this time Zhang Bieyu raised his brows, realizing that Yan Zhuoying might have something important to ask him.

He immediately picked up the phone and asked the thigh he wanted to hug in the most gentle tone: "Hello? What's the matter."

"Do you have any plans for the evening?" Yan Zhuoying asked.

Zhang Bieyu laughed: "What's the matter? Do you want to treat me to dinner?"

"It's like borrowing flowers to present Buddha." Yan Zhuoying gradually relaxed when he heard Zhang Bieyu's playful voice. He leaned against the foot of the bed and said, "The former boss of Chuanxin, Zhao Shouxin, had a son named Zhao Xingxing. Did you know that? take me Out to eat."

"I know him, true or not, why did he ask you for dinner?" Zhang Bieyu was taken aback.

Yan Zhuoying: "He asked me where I would go after I left Chuanxin, and if I wanted to have my own studio, but he didn't say clearly, so he asked me to have dinner and have a chat."

He buttoned the corner of his costume: "Then I asked if I could bring my friends, and he said I can bring as many as I want, so I'll ask if you have time tonight..."

Zhang Bieyu, who accurately captured the word "friend", let out a haha ​​in his heart, and the golden light immediately lit up.

Favorability levelup!

Although it is only a small step in the progress of the relationship between himself and Yan Zhuoying, it is a big step in the revival of Kaixuan No. [-] Store!

Zhang Bieyu laughed when he heard Yan Zhuoying's shy voice, and asked intentionally, "Are you asking if I have time for dinner? Or if I have time for my car?"

"Of course I'm asking you." Yan Zhuo, who was overwhelmed, became even more embarrassed for a moment, and his voice became softer: "But I also need your car to pick me up."

Zhang Bieyu sighed: "Okay, okay, since you have said so, when will I pick you up?"

"Don't be in a hurry, it'll be later, I haven't packed yet." Yan Zhuoying glanced at the time, told Zhang Bieyu the time and place of the meal, and said, "I also called Fei Fei."

Zhang Bieyu responded: "You should take him with you. As far as his appetite is concerned, you won't lose money if you take him to dinner. And if something really happens, he can also pay you two."

All in all, Zhang Feifan is an economical and practical man, and every grain of rice will not be eaten in vain.

The two talked a few more words and hung up the phone. Yan Zhuoying took off his costume and went to take a shower to tidy himself up. Zhang Bieyu sat in the milk tea shop for a while, watching Wang Mazi Mala Tang, his eyes full of victorious passing.

People come and go at the door, and the business is booming, which is the dream of Zhang Bieyu's triumphant local restaurant.Originally, he wanted to go in to taste it at night, but what exactly does this Mala Tang taste like, it seems that he will come back tomorrow to find out.

Zhang Bieyu got up and threw the empty milk tea cup into the trash can. He couldn't help but stop when he passed by the door of Wang Mazi Malatang, and took a deep breath.

Although, it smells really good!