The world doesn't fit me

"Take you to meet someone."

As the two of them discussed, when Lu Chen got up, he found that breakfast was ready on the table.

The sandwich and milk were still hot, and one or two drops of water flowed down the wall of the outer cup to the clean table. Lu Chen casually tore off a tissue to wipe it off.

Fu Yanchuan should have left not long ago, but the movement of going out did not disturb Lu Chen who was sleeping in the room at all.

The taste of milk in his mouth made him a little dazed.Lu Chen lowered his eyelids, glanced casually at the cup in his hand, and his eyelashes trembled for a moment.

It seems that I haven't touched something like milk for a long time, and I'm not used to it when I suddenly tasted it when I was an adult.

Lu Chen raised his hand, shook the half cup of milk left, and frowned slightly.

But even if he hasn't tasted this taste for a long time, he doesn't remember that pure milk is sweet.

And it's just a touch of sweetness, which can only be noticed after aftertaste.If it's the kind for children, the sugar is too stingy, and it won't have much effect at all.

It's strange, but it doesn't prevent it from being delicious.

Lu Chen raised his head, finished the remaining half of the glass in one go, and took out his mobile phone from his nightgown with puffed cheeks.

On the screen, Cheng Yixiao said he was coming.

Anyway, they are all acquaintances and often play together.

Lu Chen responded back with a good hand, and directly posted the location without much nonsense, and he didn't even bother to change his nightgown.

When Cheng Yixiao arrived and saw Lu Chen taking care of himself casually and wearing pajamas loosely, he thought he had just woken up not long ago, and felt a little sorry for disturbing his sweet dreams.

Lu Chen waved his hand: "No, I'm just lazy. You can sit wherever you want."

He pointed to the left: "Let me introduce you, this is my house, and the right is my roommate's house."

"I didn't expect this house to be quite big, and with the decoration, I earned two thousand." Cheng Yi said with a smile.

This is more than just earning money, it is simply luck.

After receiving the compliment from his friend, Lu Chen was in a good mood: "Is that so? What a bargain."

Having nothing to do, Cheng Yixiao turned around curiously.

Except for the two rooms that Lu Chen introduced just now, there was another door that was closed, and I don't know what it was used for.Cheng Yixiao asked: "What kind of house is this? A study?"

"Maybe, I haven't gone in yet." Lu Chen randomly grabbed a handful of messy hair and said with a non-serious smile: "Open it and have a look?"

Maybe the roommate used it to hide something nice.

With the affirmation of half of the master, Cheng Yixiao turned around and turned the handle without any burden in his heart.

The door opened with a slight twist, and it didn't lock, so it shouldn't be something that people shouldn't see.

Cheng Yixiao looked up and froze in place.

Most of the room is full of books, and the wooden bookshelves stretch to the ceiling without any gaps.

In the corner, you can see a soft chair leaning against the desk. The recording equipment and the computer are neatly arranged together. Next to it is a stack of A4 papers, which are divided into several stacks and overlapped.

Lu Chen guessed it was probably a script.

"Your roommate is also an anchor?" He stepped forward to look at the equipment carefully, "No matter how you say this equipment is worth tens of thousands, isn't it a full-time professional who can spend so much money?"

"No, it's a voice actor."

Maybe sometimes I will do some private work, so I set up the recording studio in my own home for convenience.

Lu Chen's eyes fell on the chair, as if he could see Fu Yanchuan sitting on it when he was working, concentrating on flipping through the script, and approaching the microphone to record——

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he read the lines in a low, magnetic and even erotic voice.

Cheng Yixiao nodded, turned around and embraced Lu Chen: "Let's go."

The door was shut tightly again.

The floor-to-ceiling windows keep the winter cold out, and a little mist climbs up the glass, making the corners of the city hazy, as if it is surrounded by smoke.

The young man standing by the window wiped it with his finger, and there were only a few drops of water hanging on it pitifully.

His fingertips were cold, Fu Yanchuan lowered his eyelashes nonchalantly, rubbed them with the pads of his index finger and thumb, and looked back from the tall building under his feet to the person at the desk.

With the scenery outside the window behind his back, Fu Yanchuan's slender figure seemed to be coated with a layer of light, which clearly outlined his outline.

"How do you think about the studio?" He Zhen, who was wearing a suit, still looked serious.

Fu Yanchuan didn't go to the dentist's office today, nor did he go to the company's recording studio.Considering that he had to go back early in the afternoon, he moved the lighter things to today.

He sat on the sofa in front of He Zhen, and said calmly, "Anything is fine, you can figure it out."

What kind of attitude is this?

"Be more serious." He Zhen rolled his eyes in his heart unhappily.

After all, this is the transformation from an employee to a boss. With Fu Yanchuan's qualifications and achievements, he could have established his own dubbing studio. In the future, he would have to go to other people's audition for the role, and he would face the risk of being eliminated.

In the early days, because dubbing was just a hobby, Fu Yanchuan did not have a professional certificate, neither graduated from a famous language arts school nor received professional education, so he was often screened out before the audition began.

Thanks to his perseverance, he went to several companies and finally got a role, even the co-worker of the deputy cp was satisfied.

The producer probably didn't expect the popularity of the work to skyrocket because of a co-worker, and many people heard the news and came to see the "beauty" of this cv newcomer.

After that, Fu Yanchuan's dubbing career gradually became easier, especially in the past one or two years, he was like a fish in water, from being picked to being picked.

Now when it comes to the dubbing industry, everyone who knows a little bit knows the ID of the great god "Wind from the River and Mountain", a star in the dubbing of Tanmei radio dramas, and occasionally accepts orders for animation and entertainment videos.

Who can't live with money? As long as Fu Yanchuan can reconcile with time, he will almost refuse anyone who comes.

But now that he is sure that he has the ability and financial resources to start a studio by himself, and he will definitely make a steady profit in the future, but Fu Yanchuan sat across from him indifferently and said, "I'm too busy, why do I have so much time."

I am usually busy and have no complaints. A few days ago, I worked frantically to make money and finally saved enough. Now I don’t have time?

He Zhen was so angry that he took out a cigarette and was about to light it.

As soon as the lighter "snap" flipped over, flames burst out, and the tongue of the flame was about to touch the tail of the cigarette.Fu Yanchuan raised his head vigilantly when he heard the voice, and said before he could move, "Don't touch it."

He had never been used to the smell of smoke.

There was a metallic crash.

He Zhen turned off the lighter with resentment.

He Zhen said, "You really haven't thought about the studio?"

"I've considered it." Fu Yanchuan replied, "It's not impossible, but it's really troublesome. I know what you mean. When the studio cooperates with your company, both parties will benefit. If you promote our work, the audience will be willing to spend money. But the copyright of radio dramas Purchases, script changes, and all possible legal issues, who cares?"

He Zhen opened his mouth slightly to interrupt him, but he didn't have time.

"I still need to spend time on scriptwriting, editing, post-production, and sitting in the recording studio all day listening to and directing repeatedly. The workload in the early stage is definitely not small. Little suit, where do I get the energy?"

"Small suit?" He Zhen grasped the point accurately, and widened his eyes: "Hey, Man Sao Chuan, you know how to get nicknames?"

Fu Yanchuan lowered his head to drink water and ignored him.

He Zhen resentfully said: "Who doesn't know that Mr. Fu, you are a hands-off shopkeeper in the dental clinic. You have been busy day and night a few days ago and you have already completed the work ahead of time. What tasks do you have now?

Isn't it just right to seize this time to set up the studio?

I have already taken care of the screenwriter and consultant, and they are waiting for me to win you over.The event on the seventh day of the first lunar month will definitely promote your studio and give you a good fortune of skyrocketing popularity. "

Fu Yanchuan squinted at him, making him feel dangerous and suspicious.

He Zhen always felt that his temperament was suitable for puffing out clouds of smoke with a cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't run away from the big brother on the side of the road when he flicked the cigarette ash.

If you don't speak, you are just indifferent, and when you speak, you feel oppressed.

But that's just a feeling, He Zhen is like a bright mirror in his heart, this person is hard to approach on the outside, after getting acquainted with him, he can do anything, his words are really easy to talk, his heart is soft, but he is as dark as the bottom of the pot.

Fu Yanchuan: "Speak well, don't be weird."

He Zhen: "..."

"It's all settled?" He raised his eyebrows, "Then why discuss it, let's do it."

He Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just raised his throat, but Fu Yanchuan said again, "By the way, the little suit."

He Zhen: "?"

"I didn't choose this name, but it suits you quite well."

He Zhen frowned: "..."

He didn't take it, and there was no one around Fu Yanchuan, who else could there be besides Lu Chen?He Zhen wrote down another revenge in his little notebook.

"Little Li."

"Mr. He?" Secretary Xiao Li pushed the door open and stood there waiting for orders. His eyes froze slightly when he caught sight of Fu Yanchuan, but Fu Yanchuan didn't even look at her. He lowered his head and didn't know who he was sending a message to.

"Go and draw up a contract..."

"Don't be in a hurry..." Fu Yanchuan interrupted him, and he looked away from the phone with a little teasing in his eyes, "Go to my house, I have it, and we will have lunch together later."

He Zhen: "?"

Xiao Li: "?!"

Damn, you openly asked Mr. He to go home with me? !

Who doesn't know that "Wind from the River and Mountain" has already come out to fans?What is the purpose of this? !

Xiao Li instantly made up a lot of things that would be harmonized by your website.

He Zhen also had question marks in his head, thinking that you didn't fucking agree before, there is a fart contract.

Doubt rose to the corners of his brows and eyes, he pretended to be serious and raised his glasses that had slipped slightly from the bridge of his nose, and looked at Fu Yanchuan through the glass, as if he wanted to see what was really going on in his heart.

Seeing that Fu Yanchuan didn't explain much, He Zhen had no choice but to nod: "Okay, Xiao Li, if you have any documents, send them directly to my mailbox. I will go out with Mr. Fu first, and I will be back in the afternoon."

"I don't think I'll be back in the afternoon." Fu Yanchuan issued a kind reminder.

Xiao Li: "!!"

He Zhen: "..."

He no longer dared to look at Xiao Li's colorful face, and sighed as if giving up on himself: "Okay."

The documents that had been reviewed on the desk were stacked on one side, so neat that they didn't need to be taken care of. He Zhen only glanced at them and followed Fu Yanchuan out. Xiao Li followed their shadows and closed the door.

In an instant, the huge office was only empty, and the water mist gradually disappeared.

It was almost noon, but there was no sign of warming up.Fu Yanchuan gathered up his scarf to insulate his fair and slender neck from the cold wind. Looking back, he saw He Zhen who was walking slowly and hesitantly with a strange expression.

He only heard the other party say, "Fu Yanchuan, what's the matter with you?"

Fu Yanchuan rarely smiled, and he didn't know who he learned from. There was a bit of ridicule in that smile: "I'll take you to meet someone."