I got to the top with a talk show

"Third brother, what do you think Mr. Zhang meant when he asked Shang Yinchi at the end?" Wen Jing asked Su Sanli after leaving the office.

Su Sanli thought for a while: "I'm not sure, I'm asking such a stupid question. These two days are full of random things, it's too brain-intensive."

"Fortunately, SSF has solved it, and I can at least be free for a while." Wen Jing stretched his waist, feeling relaxed.

"Forget it, let's look back and add up. While your current popularity is hot, hurry up and get some programs and commercial promotions. You must seize the opportunity and don't be lazy."

"With third brother here, I don't worry. By the way, the records of my chatter today won't affect you, right?"

"They were sorry for you first, so don't think about it so much." Su Sanli didn't want to say more.

"Hey, I will remember the third brother for this favor. I will never thank you for your kindness." Wen Jing finally showed a happy smile.

"Go back to the hotel and rest first. I still have some things to do. After I'm done, I'll go to Fushan to talk to you about the next plan."

"Okay, come over after work, I'll order a few more dishes, Fushan's chef is really good." Wen Jing also wanted to go back to the hotel quickly, and order some more delicious food.

"Don't eat too much, you will be miserable if you get fat at this time!" Su Sanli was really worried about Wen Jing.

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After Wen Jing returned to the room, before Su Sanli came, he first ordered a table of dishes from the food delivery service.

Eat less or something, it doesn't exist.After working so hard for so long, don't I deserve a good meal?

There is a Michelin-starred chef in Fushan, so when will you not eat now?

While waiting for the big meal, Wen Jing took a comfortable bath, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, and felt relaxed.

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

Wen Jing happily rushed to the door to open it, and said while opening it, "You guys are really fast."

When the door opened, Wen Jing was dumbfounded.

"What fast? Us? Who else?" The visitor was full of doubts.

This person was dressed in black and wore a black mask, but it didn't prevent Wen Jing from recognizing him at a glance: Shang Yinchi.

"Shang, Teacher Shang? You, you came to see me?" Wen Jingping stammered for the first time in his life.

Although he was stuttering, his brain suddenly started to work rapidly.

Shang Yinchi nodded and walked into the house.

Wen Jing figured it all out at once: Shang Yinchi was the one who booked the Fushan Hotel, he naturally knew when Wen Jing left the studio, and he would come to the door not long after Wen Jing returned to the room.

What about the 800 million that my dad owes?He also paid it back?Why did he do this?

Subconsciously, Wen Jing wanted to grab the bathrobe.

Shang Yinchi saw Wen Jing's small movements out of the corner of his eyes, and thought it was funny in his heart, but he just acted as if he hadn't seen it, and shook his head and looked around the whole room: "I asked Wei Wei to book a Fushan, and he booked an ordinary standard room, which is too I'm so shabby, should I sit there and talk to you?"

Wen Jing hurriedly tidied up the sofa: "Father, please sit down, please take a seat. I'll make you coffee, no, the coffee here is too bad, I'll order takeaway, there is a good dirty one nearby."

Shang Yinchi sat down calmly, watched Wen Jing finish his work with cold eyes, and then said: "Guess everything?"

When Wen Jing poked his head out of the phone, he felt a little unnatural.Seeing that Shang Yinchi was sitting on one corner of the sofa, he sat on the other corner: "Since Mr. Shang can find this place, it means that Mr. Shang booked the room for me. It's too expensive, so I'll move out tonight. "

Shang Yinchi didn't speak, and took off his mask, revealing a very stern and handsome face.

Wen Jing was a little embarrassed to be seen, and the silence in the air made him a little unbearable. Curiosity overwhelmed Wen Jing, so he asked: "Then, Teacher Shang helped me with my father's matter?"

Shang Yinchi nodded almost invisible.

Although Wen Jing was mentally prepared, his heart still missed a beat, and his gratitude came spontaneously: "Mr. Shang, I owe you this money, I will write you an IOU, and I will pay you back for everything I do. "

Shang Yinchi nodded: "Okay."

Wen Jingxin said, this voice is really nice.Hey, what time has it been, I still have such a heavy fan filter.

Why is my idol so good!Paying off huge debts for fans, I really want to tell the world that I have a crush on the right idol!

After Wen Jing shouted in his heart, he was still overcome by reason and doubt.

"Mr. Shang, I really still have a lot of doubts in my heart. How did you know about my father's matter, and how did you solve it? And most importantly, why did you do this?"

Only then did he realize that he was actually a short-tempered person, who couldn't hide so many doubts in his heart, and couldn't express his anger.

Seeing that Wen Jing spoke in such a hurry, Shang Yinchi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "It's very simple, I think you have great potential, and I kind of want to poach you, so I asked Wei Wei to see if there is anything I can do to help you. Wei Wei found out about it and helped you get it done. It's just a matter of little effort."

Wen Jing's mind started spinning at high speed.

As a seasoned fan, Wen Jing certainly knew that Wei Wei, a gold medal manager, was the only manager since Shang Yinchi's debut.Since it was Wei Wei who came forward, it was reasonable to be able to settle his father's affairs, which was not even difficult for Wei Wei.

As for why Wei Wei is so powerful, it is rumored that he used to be the right-hand man of Shang Yinchi's rich businessman father, and because Shang Yinchi wanted to enter the entertainment industry, Shang's father asked Wei Wei to help Shang Yinchi.In other words, Wei Wei is not an ordinary agent, and his relationship with Shang Yinchi is also extraordinary.

"It's really embarrassing for me to bother Mr. Wei with such a small matter." Wen Jing felt that his words were getting more and more emboldened.

Of course you don't have the confidence, you don't even know what they want to do after they have paid you so much money.

poach me?I don't believe it.There are only two people in Shang Yinchi's company, he and Wei Wei. There are no other artists and no need.Not to mention Shang's father's status in the world, Shang Yinchi didn't have to worry about making money at all.Even Shang Yinchi himself joined the entertainment circle purely out of love for movies, as for other messy things, he has never been interested.

That's why he dared to attack the media with a black face all the time.

Wen Jing's eyeballs rolled several times: He really wants me to pay, right?No, there is no such a good thing, this is fan benefits, how can an idol give me so much money first to distribute fan benefits?

People who don't want me, what does he want?Could it be that he was PUAed because I was too ruthless in teasing him?

Wen Jing felt that this was his most imaginative day.

But he can't ask every word, what's going on?

"Aren't you good at talking on stage, why are you silent when you sit next to me?" Finally Shang Yinchi spoke.

"Ding dong", the doorbell rang.

Wen Jing jumped up as if he had been pardoned, and the meal and coffee arrived together.

Shang Yinchi sat quietly on the sofa, watching the table in front of him go from empty to full of various dishes, and it only took 2 minutes.

Wen Jing handed the coffee to Shang Yinchi in a flattering way: "This restaurant is very dirty, the espresso on top is boiling hot, while the milk below is iced, Mr. Shang drank it, the taste of the two flavors blending in his mouth Very wonderful."

Shang Yinchi took a look at Wen Jing, took a big sip as he said, and nodded: "It's really good."

"Mr. Shang, have you eaten? Do you want to have a bite together? These are the signature dishes here, including golden crispy hairtail, beef short ribs with peppercorns in stone pot, aged Huadiao June yellow, and rice with lobster and seafood soup. The chef's craftsmanship Very good."

"I'll drink coffee, you can eat it." Shang Yinchi looked at the dishes on the table, and then at Wen Jing.

Old Wen Jing blushed: "I want to eat everything, I ordered too much."

Wen Jing was not polite, and picked up a June yellow under the stimulation of the combination of various fragrances: "Mr. Shang, I can say it on stage because I wrote the text and memorized it countless times. But now It’s different, I do have a lot of questions in my mind, and I don’t know where to start.”

"Speak slowly, I have time today." Shang Yinchi took another sip of coffee.

Wen Jing could tell from his expression that he was very satisfied with this cup of coffee.

"By the way, the show is over, don't call me Mr. Shang, I'm not a few years older than you."

"Then let me call you Boss Shang. I owe you so much money, and selling myself to you is not enough." Wen Jing just swallowed a mouthful of beef short ribs, and blurted out: "Also, don't meddle in my father's affairs in the future. People who speculate in stocks have too much a gambler mentality, you can borrow once but not ten times, you still have to let him face life by himself."

"How can you face it by yourself, and you help him pay it back?" Shang Yinchi choked Wen Jing, "You really have a way, and you won't let all the debt collectors go to your company. Don't worry, Wei Wei has used some methods. Your father promised me that he would never touch stocks again, and you would no longer have to pay him endless debts, this is the last time in the real sense."

Wen Jing took a half bite of the beef short ribs in his mouth and almost slipped from his mouth.

He was dumbfounded.

After waiting for a long time, Wen Jing asked with red eyes: "My father really promised not to trade stocks in the future?"

Shang Yinchi thought carefully: "It can be regarded as he agreed. But strictly speaking, he knelt down and swore to ask Wei Wei to believe him."

Wen Jing burst into tears with a "wow", and the beef short ribs also fell to the ground.

Wen Jing didn't pay attention to the short ribs, and cried for a long time before calming down.

Shang Yinchi sat next to Wen Jing and handed him a tissue.

Wen Jing sobbed and said "Thank you", and wiped away his tears, but couldn't help sobbing twice.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I scared you." Wen Jing barely spoke.

"It's okay, calm down first, and speak slowly." Shang Yinchi had never seen Wen Jing so out of control, and his heart was very soft.

This kid is naughty and loves to talk nonsense on weekdays, which makes him very unscrupulous. Who would have thought that with a single word, he would be able to cry out of control.

Shang Yinchi wanted to rub the curly hair on Wen Jing's head to comfort him.The half-stretched hand still retracted.

Wen Jing, who only cared about crying, didn't take the initiative to go to Shang Yinchi at all.

After he finally calmed down and drank the whole cup of coffee, he heard the cry.

"As far as I can remember, my father has been doing two things: borrowing money and speculating in stocks. If he wins, he will buy big fish and meat and all kinds of useless things at home. If he loses, he will fight with my mother and force my mother to make money. He pays off the debt. When I grow up, he starts to force me to make money to pay off his debt. Since then, I try not to go home, hide in school, and all the time hiding in books is the best. But He refused and kept forcing me to work to earn money.”

"After college, I took money from home every month, tutoring, school supermarkets, sending small advertisements outside, I did all kinds of jobs that I could do. Later I entered SSF, he said yes, being a star earns more Money. But all I earn is small money. Compared with him borrowing hundreds of thousands or tens of millions at every turn, it is not enough to pay back at all. He is a bottomless pit, and he can still attract you and cannot escape."

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The author has something to say:

It's the last day of 2020, Xiaowen and Xiaoshang wish everyone a happy new year~~~

Wen Wen: I wish you all the same next year as me, good reading, smooth career, and idols who are fans are also so gods and angels!

Shangshang: I'm just an idol... Well...