After the live broadcast broke the news, I became popular [entertainment circle]

Jian Cong's aura often makes people forget that his height is only 175.

However, Nan Jieqi 183, as long as the two stand face to face, the gap is obvious.

So the young man quickly came back to his senses, and the arrogant face appeared again: "I didn't move your quota, why are you choking on me!"

Jian Cong dragged the unoccupied chair to dry for a long time and sat down. He was quite taller than Nan Jieqi: "Is it you who I choke on? I choke on justice and morality."

He knows how to quarrel with different people.

As for the little kids, they have to take advantage of their young age and have not read many books, and use the big reason: "If I can jump in the queue, then what if I am the only one in the same period? Isn't it the first issue of "The Age of Pi"?" Should I be sent there? Why have you been practicing stupidly for three years. Do you think I am stupid, or the boss is stupid."

The trainees of their company have always lined up in the morning and evening according to the contract.

After two years of training, it is a hard lever, and then you will combine your personal strength and personal wishes in order of priority.

At that time, he simply felt that he was not dancing well enough, and he didn't want to go out to shame others, so he practiced for another year.

Now if Ringer's contemporaries come to make trouble, Jian Cong thinks it's fine.

What's the matter with Nan Jieqi who just came in?

As soon as the previous example was shown, Nan Jieqi's arrogance really dissipated by half: "Then, that situation is different! I have danced since elementary school, and my level is enough to be a teacher for the dance room teacher. Why can't I be let out!"

Hearing this, Jian Cong stopped looking at Nan Jieqi, but turned to look at their boss who had a lawsuit: "Then I have been singing since I was a child. Boss, if the bowl of water is not level now, then I have to find you too." It's time to speak."

A good person who got into trouble and should be scolded suddenly turned his back on the customer and threw out his trump card: "Anyway, the debut position is someone else's, so why waste my time?"

boss:"……"

Let's just say how Jian Cong got involved in this matter, and I dare to wait for him here.

Later, Nan Jieqi's plan naturally came to nothing.

Linge stood by Jian Cong's chair the whole time without saying a word, but he couldn't hide the gratitude in Jian Cong's eyes.

Nan Jieqi pushed the door angrily and left.

Linge knew that Jian Cong must have something to discuss when he was looking for the boss, so he blushed and respectfully bowed to the two of them, and after expressing his determination to work harder, he quietly took the door out.

Jian Cong felt that the roots of his ears were finally clean, looked at the man on the boss chair with disgust and asked, "Where did Nan Jieqi come from?"

Their boss is a tall and thin gentleman.

In his 40s, the company's main business is finance. The first time he set foot in the entertainment industry was to play tickets. Unexpectedly, he signed a hard-working Jian Cong.

Working hard all day long makes people feel sorry for him if he doesn't do it well, and the artist is not tepid.

Now the man pushed down his glasses helplessly: "Nan Jieqi is the son of my friend's friend. Although they told me not to treat him differently, it's still not convenient for me to take care of him."

Jian Cong understood: "No wonder, the family conditions are quite good, it seems that they usually jump in the queue and get used to not following the rules. 183 is also a brat."

The boss was amused by the young man who curled his lips in front of him: "I still care about height, 175 is nothing, 175 is also popular."

Although Jian Cong is often on the same level as him, he always feels that the entertainment industry may be like this, winning by surprise, maybe Xiao Jian will be fine.

"Boss, you are not angry. I thought you sent me crazy messages last night, and you were going to die of anger."

It's not like Jian Cong's stomach is filled with explosives all the time, and now that the office door is closed, he should be good.

"Isn't it all red? Why am I angry?"

The boss crossed his hands, slightly bent his eyebrows and leaned against the back of the chair: "The platform specifically came to me early this morning, saying that if there are other programs or interviews looking for you, don't accept them, and leave them the chance to appear for the first time."

Jian Cong laughed angrily: "It can still be like this, if there is really traffic, it is dad."

Boss: "Now they compare breaking the news and hammering people to your 'do one good thing every day' meme. If you want to eat melons, you can ask everywhere if there are any girls who want to be good people."

He just read the analysis of the public opinion data submitted below today, and found it quite interesting: "Except for Beijia's manager, who is a little annoyed, because Ke Yiran is a new-generation artist they have promoted and planned for a long time, there is no one else on the Internet who scolds you. Ke Yiran fans also say you are a Bodhisattva."

Jian Cong listened to his mouth without saying anything, but his heart was already drifting. When he saw the bastard's trauma was repaired at the speed of light, he humbly said "嗐".

"So you have no problems with your private life?" the boss said bluntly.

"These were not asked when I was signed."

Jian Cong raised three fingers, and swore to the sky with certainty: "I've only talked about it once. Although the partner is a man, I'm really the perfect victim. Even if it gets out, you have to love me."

The boss opened the drawer, took out a stack of photos and said, "But I just heard from Xiao Zeng yesterday that you live in the second ring of the apartment?"

Xiao Zeng is Jian Cong's manager, Zeng Zhen.

Jian Cong picked up the stack of things one by one to look at them.

I found that from the time when he and Bo Shifan hugged into the clubhouse, to the two of them going out in the same car from the parking lot, it was clearly photographed.

Jian Cong, who has not yet adapted to being secretly photographed, blinked twice: "Are the paparazzi blackmailing you?"

If the boss didn't spend money to buy these photos, it is estimated that he is being taken care of by others.

But the man just laughed and leaned back in the chair and didn't speak.

Jian Cong returned the photo to the desktop, thought it over, and picked the one he thought the boss would care about the most: "Although this person is here to seduce me, I didn't agree to change jobs to Leybold Music."

The boss still laughed.

Jian Cong: "...would you believe me if I said that this person is my former little uncle? The apartment I lived in was owned by me, and my family is rich."

Boss: "No one takes care of you?"

Jian Cong's heart fell to the ground: "Boss, just say that you want to stay with me for a few years."

The boss then sat up straight, opened the drawer on the other side and took out the contract: "You didn't get a debut position in this draft, it was caused by the company's inexperience, and the company is responsible. So I don't want more, just sign you ten Years. No matter whether you are popular or not in these ten years, five social insurances and one housing fund, the basic salary will be paid, and if you want to terminate the contract halfway, you will be given a [-]% discount on liquidated damages."

Jian Cong quickly connected: "The basic salary is 4k, only 48w in ten years, the termination fee is 300w, and the 240% discount is [-]w, are you sure there is no salary increase?"

The subtext is that it is impossible for him to get the same basic salary for ten years.

The boss smiled knowingly, and turned the contract to the page about salary: "It's just the basic salary, and it's not just so much. The contract guarantees that the basic salary will be adjusted to 6k within two years, 8k within five years, 11k in eight years, and 15k in nine years. That’s 3.75 times in ten years.”

"That's not right."

简丛也跟着弯下眉眼：“中国近十几年的通胀平均在7%左右，15k得扣十次7%啊。按小数点后两位约算，十年后的15k相当于现在的7.8k[1]，满打满算也只翻了两倍。”

The boss was annoyed: "Do you think I'm giving out pensions here? You also look at inflation. Why don't you go to any B-level variety shows, and we will directly sign up for "The Most Powerful Brain". It will definitely be more popular."

Others have to press the numbers for a long time with the computer, but Jian Cong can report them in one bite.

He had seen this mental calculation when he signed Jian Cong for the first time.Every penny will be broken for you clearly, and you can't stop fooling around.

"There is a share."

The boss turned over a few pages of the contract, and obviously expected from the beginning that Jian Cong would not only be satisfied with the previous ones: "I don't know how other companies calculate, anyway, your profit with me is [-]-[-]%. , I am six."

Jian Cong didn't even look at the stack of papers under his hand, he bared his teeth and pretended to be obedient: "Three is enough for me, and I will give [-]% to Brother Xiao Zeng. It's hard for him to knock on my door so late yesterday."

Shrewd, generous, righteous.

It's not without reason that the boss has always favored Jian Cong.

"As expected of my junior brother."

The boss smiled and closed the document and pushed it in front of Jian Cong: "Go back and see if there are any clauses that you are not satisfied with, and let the legal affairs make changes together."

Jian Cong immediately held the contract, and twisted his waist to compare his heart to him with the dance posture he learned in the shabby draft: "It's okay, I'm leaving?"

The boss waved his hand vigorously.

As soon as Jian Cong took a step under his legs, he turned back and said, "The money for buying paparazzi photos should also be paid in advance for my share, my fault."

The boss held his face and smiled: "Okay, then you remember to release Xiao Zeng from Do Not Disturb, he still has to tell you about variety shows."

Jian Cong whispered desperately, "Does the variety show have to go?"

Boss: "The ranch takes care of small animals."

Jian Cong immediately said "OK, it's all up to you", raised his arms above his head, and made another heartfelt gesture.

As a result, as soon as he turned around and opened the door to go out, he bumped into the people waiting outside.

"Haven't you left yet? Is there no dance class this afternoon?" Jian Cong was a little surprised to see Ringo.

Linge also seemed to be a little embarrassed by his behavior at the moment, slightly lowered his head and said with red ears: "I just want to thank you in person, thanks to you for helping me speak just now..."

Jian Cong let out another snort, pointing out: "Originally, our company's cold bench for two years is the rule. I just hate not following the agreement."

Just like someone who once coaxed him to be together for a lifetime.

Ringer nodded with a vague understanding.

Jian Cong drank too much last night. He didn't feel it when he had dinner with Bo Shifan just now. Later, Yu Changmu made him cry so much that he was still a little confused until now. He said, "Hurry up and go to class, I'm leaving gone."

"I'll go right away, thank you brother! See you at the variety show!" Ringer said and bowed in the direction where Jian Cong left.

It's a pity that Jian Cong took three steps and two steps in a hurry to go home to catch up on sleep, and didn't even look back.

In the office, the boss looked at the computer again and reviewed the resume to be sent to the platform, and ordered the designer to add Jian Cong's education.

[Design: But Xiao Jian said before that she didn't want people to know which school he graduated from]

The boss replied: Public figures have no privacy, and it will be a matter of time before someone picks them up.Anyway, it is also my alma mater's top 985, which is not ashamed, plus.

At first, the man didn't understand why Jian Cong always wanted to hide such a good gold signboard.

It wasn't until he happened to attend a class reunion of University A later that he heard the name "Yu Changmu".

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The author has something to say:

[1] The average annual inflation of 7% means that if 100w is released for one year, 7w will be lost, leaving only 93w, and if it is released for another year, 93% of 7w will be left, only 86.49w will be left...and so on.