Laid-off and re-employment

At noon, Zhang Bieyu, who was busy inquiring about Wang Mazi's reality, didn't eat lunch, but simply made a cup of Sijichun ice cream and pudding to satisfy his hunger, so when he drove back to Huakai Siji Hotel to pick up Yan Zhuoying, he was already hungry.

I opened the bag of small bread and put it in my mouth. Before I could chew a few times to taste the aroma of malt, the car door was opened, and two well-dressed men with perfume got into the car like a mouse drilling a hole, and sat together in the back. Row.

Zhang Bieyu was taken aback, staring at Zhang Feifan and Yan Zhuoying who were sitting upright in the back row in the rearview mirror, he had the illusion that he was soliciting customers for a moment, and was a little uncomfortable.

He paused and said, "Zhang Feifan, sit in front for me."

Zhang Feifan was arranging his satchel and asked casually, "Why?"

"Because both of you are sitting in the back, others will think that I am the express driver for you two. Hurry up and take the co-pilot." Zhang Bieyu said.

Yan Zhuoying smiled: "I was negligent, why don't I come in the co-pilot."

"No, if you take the photo from the co-pilot, then I'm not the driver of the express train." Zhang Bieyu, who didn't want to be friends with strangers on the entertainment news, urged repeatedly, "Hurry up."

Zhang Feifei clicked his tongue twice and sat in the co-pilot, Zhang Bieyu then drove off, but it happened to be rush hour, the road was slightly trafficked, and it took four to ten minutes to reach the city.

"Is it really okay for the two of us to go?" Zhang Bieyu glanced at Yan Zhuoying in the rearview mirror, and teased, "Don't you suddenly start talking about things that are inconvenient for us to listen to, and Fei Fei and I still have to carry bowls Go out and eat."

Yan Zhuoying looked at the back of his head and said in a warm voice: "Is there anything inconvenient to hear, the first meeting is mainly to leave an impression. And I said at the beginning that I would bring my friends, he should know it in his heart."

Zhang Bieyu tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and responded briefly.But Yan Zhuoying couldn't help but asked again: "Have you heard about Zhao Xingxing before? I only heard that he and Zhao Shouye quarreled."

"I know this too." Zhang Bieyu thought for a while, and said with a cheer: "When I was still sending letters, I heard from Aunt Baojie that Zhao Shouxin actually dislikes Zhao Shouye's brother, and the two of them often hang out in the office. Arguing, but after all, he is his own brother and he has no choice but to give him some shares and some money to let him stay honestly."

"Later Zhao Shouxin died in a car accident, and my aunt also said that Zhao Shouye hired someone to do it," Zhang Bieyu said emphatically, "Auntie Cleaning's opinion is not my own, it's just for reference."

Yan Zhuoying nodded, indicating that he had also heard the rumor: "But Sister Tao said that with Zhao Shouye's brain, it is very difficult to kill someone without being caught."

Zhang Bieyu frowned: "Really? I haven't had any dealings with Zhao Shouye, but Secretary Dong next to him is really an old man, the most annoying."

He turned the dial in reverse, and finally saw the tallest building in the city center. At this moment, Yan Zhuoying's cell phone rang.

It was Zhao Xingxing who called and asked where he was.

Yan Zhuoying said a few words politely, and hung up the phone after saying that she was downstairs.

"It seems that you really value you?" Zhang Bieyu said.

Yan Zhuoying still adjusted his clothes with a smile, but suddenly gave people a different feeling, he looked at Zhang Bieyu's face in the rearview mirror and said warmly: "Isn't this what it should be?"

Zhang Bieyu was taken aback for a moment, then whistled and nodded.

I have to say that the way Yan Zhuoying spoke just now was a bit handsome.

He drove the car into the underground garage, and when he turned his head to look in the right-view mirror, he found that Zhang Feifei was looking nervously at his mobile phone, and when he looked closely, he was actually searching for dining etiquette in a high-end restaurant.

Zhang Bieyu: ...

Zhang Bieyu: "Zhang Feifan, what kind of mess are you looking at? It's not like you haven't been here before. Didn't you have a buffet on the top floor at the annual meeting of the messenger?"

Zhang Feifan: "The annual meeting is a big pot meal, how can it compare with this kind of special private room. And that time, didn't I patronize and hide in the stairwell with you to eat with a plate?"

Zhang Feifei looked at him: "You also asked me to wear my coat backwards, and then go to the queue to get an extra roasted Aolong per person."

"OK, stop." Zhang Bieyu immediately stopped Zhang Feifan's outrageous behavior, "Shut up, and watch your restaurant etiquette slowly."

Yan Zhuoying sat in the back row and kept quiet, Belike herself was not in the car but under the car, pretending not to hear how happy they were eating.

Zhang Bieyu was a little annoyed by Zhang Feifan's revelation of the past, causing him to back up three times before entering the parking space. When he got out of the car, his dark glasses framed his face, blocking his smelly face.

The three of them got out of the car and went directly to the elevator next to them that could directly go up to the top floor. They were silent all the way, only Zhang Feifan hiccupped when the elevator door was approaching to break the silence.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous." Zhang Feifei said.

"Relax, it's okay." Yan Zhuoying smiled at him, comforting him in a warm voice.

When the elevator reached the top floor and opened the door, there was already a waiter waiting. After telling the room number, the waiter led them to the private room of the innermost restaurant and opened the door for them.

The moment the door opened, Yan Zhuoying was inevitably a little nervous, and Zhang Feifan, as his temporary assistant, was nervous about his nervousness.

The only one who is relaxed is Zhang Bieyu, on the one hand because he has a clear position and knows that he is just a casual guy, and it is not his turn to worry about things.

On the other hand, he was still immersed in the embarrassment he had just suffered in front of Yan Zhuoying, he was in a bad mood and had no time to be nervous.

The young man who was sitting facing the door raised his head and smiled when he heard the voice. After the waiter closed the door and left, he immediately stood up. Yan Zhuoying also took the initiative to take off the plain mirror and mask on his face, shook hands with the young man, and introduced himself: "Hi, I'm Yan Zhuoying."

Zhao Xingxing held his hand and shook it gently: "I have heard about you for a long time, Mr. Yan, hello, I am Zhao Xingxing who contacted you."

"Let me introduce, this is my assistant Zhang Feifan." Yan Zhuoying looked at Zhang Bieyu who had taken off his sunglasses and showed a cold face: "This is my friend, Zhang Bieyu."

"Hello." Zhang Bieyu smiled at Zhao Xingxing, but he was thinking that this guy looks much more pleasing to the eye than Zhao Shouye.

Although Zhang Bieyu's attitude was flat, Zhao Xingxing still gave him a few more glances at this somewhat melancholy and unique face.

Four people were seated. Although Zhao Xingxing had already ordered, he still asked very politely if he wanted more.It was the first time for Zhang Feifei to attend such an important occasion, and he had completely forgotten about his hunger. He couldn't fart for a long time.

Zhang Bieyu was really hungry, but it was not convenient for him to talk because he was not the guest of honor.On the other hand, Yan Zhuoying was very generous with the menu, added a dish for himself, and turned around to ask Zhang Bieyu what he wanted to eat.

Zhao Xingxing watched Yan Zhuoying talking with Zhang Bieyu, and narrowed his eyes.

The first rule of Zhao's social interaction is to chat with people to get closer, and you can cut in from the people around him.

He smiled and asked: "Mr. Zhang is not from the entertainment industry, is he? You are so well-qualified, do you have any idea of ​​entering the entertainment industry?"

One sentence instantly made the awkward room completely quiet. Even Zhang Feifan, who was too nervous, was stunned, and looked at Zhao Xingxing with his mouth slightly open.

Boss, this is not a good thing to say!

Yan Zhuoying was frantically organizing his words, thinking of how to euphemistically explain that he, Zhang Bieyu, had been here in the entertainment circle, but no one remembered it with a wave of his sleeves.

Zhang Bieyu was unambiguous, and directly kicked the reality: "I have been in the entertainment circle, but it was too vague, so I quit the circle." He smiled, "And I participated in the same talent show as Yan Zhuoying."

Zhao Xingxing: ...

Mr. Zhao was taken aback, and instantly realized that what he just said was inappropriate. He immediately picked up the wine glass in front of him and stood up and said, "I made a slip of the tongue. I'm sorry. I'll respect Mr. Zhang first."

Someone had to accept the toast, so Zhang Bieyu also stood up and clinked glasses together, but he didn't drink: "It's okay, it's the truth, Mr. Zhao thinks my appearance can enter the entertainment industry, and I also want to thank Mr. Zhao for his affirmation." .”

"Mr. Zhang has a unique temperament. I don't know which company he was in before, but he didn't find a talent like you." Zhao Xingxing asked with a smile.

"It's a message." Zhang Bieyu answered neatly, sealing Zhao Xingxing's words.

Zhao's social networking first, a big failure!

He was silent for two seconds and didn't think about how to answer the conversation. At this moment, Zhang Feifan stood up and smiled at the embarrassed Zhao Xingxing with a glass of wine: "Mr. You, let me toast you first."

The embarrassment was broken, Zhao Xingxing held a cup and touched Zhang Feifei: "You are too polite, we are the same age, just call me Zhao Xingxing."

He looked at the upright Zhang Feifan and nodded, checking his eyes, this guy is not bad, he can deal with him!

The red wine in the glass was drained in one gulp, Zhao Xingxing finally found a solution to the embarrassing words, he sneered: "Hey, Zhao Shouye's vision is not good, and I am embarrassed twice today, I am really sorry."

"Zhao Shouye is really bad." Zhang Bieyu gave Zhao Xingxing full affirmation this time, saying that he would drive, and toasted him with tea instead of wine.

The assistant and his friend had already clinked glasses, at this time Yan Zhuoying put down the menu and picked up the wine and smiled at Zhao Xingxing: "I haven't had time to thank you for the previous thing, I will do it first as a respect, Mr. Zhao, you can do whatever you want."

Seeing that his glass of wine disappeared as soon as he looked up, Zhao Xingxing quickly held his glass and said, "Mr. Yan's words are too outrageous. Now you are still an entertainer who sends letters. These matters should be resolved by sending letters."

He didn't hide anything, touched it with the red wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile: "It was a scandal caused by Zhao Shouye shooting himself in the foot. The board members are very dissatisfied. I have to apologize to you for this stupid uncle."

"It's polite to apologize." Yan Zhuoying poured himself some more wine, clinked glasses with Zhao Xingxing, and the two took a sip together.

Seeing that Yan Zhuoying drank a little too fast, Zhang Feifei quickly poured himself another glass of wine to toast Zhao Xingxing, sighed three times, and directly changed the topic to Zhao Shouye.

Human beings are such a strange creature that they will not become friends because of the same person they like, but they will definitely reach a consensus with the same person they hate.

After confirming that everyone hated Zhao Shouye very much, Zhao Xingxing quickly grasped the point and started talking, wanting to scold the boss with Yan Zhuoying, but this fell into Zhang Feifan's hands.

When Shen Mian harassed and sued him, and Zhang Feifei, who Zhao Shouye said had no clear understanding of his appearance, gritted his teeth, Zhao Xingxing was filled with righteous indignation.

But because the speed of speaking was too fast, Yan Zhuoying couldn't get into Zhang Feifan and Zhao Xingxing's words for a while, so he just picked up chopsticks and ate with peace of mind.

Yan Zhuoying, who had always talked a lot and ate little at the wine table, had a hot meal with hot food, and at this moment, he really realized the so-called gold content of Zhang Feifan in Zhang Bieyu's mouth.

It is indeed a hidden gem!