I have nothing to do

88.

When Tang Yize called, Cheng Xinyuan followed Weng Chi's instruction that he was going to Shanxi to participate in the film festival and had no time for the time being. Tang Yize asked him when he would come back, Cheng Xinyuan only said that it was undecided, and Tang Yize hung up the phone without even saying a word of pleasantries.

"It's exhausting him." Weng Chi said beside him.

Another week passed, and it was Tang Yize who called first. He asked Cheng Xinyuan if he came back from Shanxi, and if the director stopped working and changed his career to sell jealousy. Cheng Xinyuan laughed on the phone, and he said: "Your words are not good, it's considered regional discrimination. .”

Tang Yize's voice was a little cold, and he said, "I heard you mean that you are back, let's meet up, we still need to talk about business, or that you are afraid of me and dare not see me."

Of course I'm afraid of you, Cheng Xinyuan thought in his heart, aggressive tactics are useless to me, but he dare not speak out, he is afraid to speak out, Tang Yize is even more proud.

Cheng Xinyuan looked at Weng Chi who was sitting on the side. He covered the microphone and mouthed to ask him if he would agree or not.

Before Weng Chi made a statement, Xiao Zhang knocked on the door and walked in. He said, "Mr. Weng, this is what you can ask for." Then he handed Weng Chi a stack of paper.

Weng Chi said thank you, looked down, and when he looked up again, he nodded to Cheng Xinyuan.

Cheng Xinyuan understood, he let go and said to the phone, "Just tell me a time, and I'll see if it works."

Tang Yize's tone was obviously not very good, he said: "Cheng Xinyuan, you can do it, just tell me when you are free, I will wait for you."

Weng Chi made a gesture of five, and Cheng Xinyuan nodded: "Friday is fine, Friday afternoon, see if it works."

After making an appointment with Tang Yize, Cheng Xinyuan hung up the phone, he touched his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

"He's not very happy," Cheng Xinyuan said hesitantly, "What if he won't sell it to us if you mess with him?"

"If he really didn't want to sell, why did he invite us over?" Weng Chi asked.

"It's also..."

Weng Chi is very busy this week. Director Wang said that a friend of an online video platform got a mystery novel copyright and wanted to make a self-made online drama. The red demon mirror and shoddy production are synonymous. The script must be done well. The director is said to be looking for someone. It’s not bad. As far as actors are concerned, the ideal state is an acting school and a traffic idol... Director Wang hugged The phone said a lot, and finally summed it up in two words: asking for money.

It’s not that Weng Chi is not interested in online dramas. He is a businessman. He invests in movies as well as TV dramas. Of course, online dramas are fine, as long as they can make money. But the risks of online dramas are still quite high. The longer the shooting, the investment is not a small sum, and the response after the broadcast is not certain. There are so many online dramas every year, but only one or two will be popular, which is even less likely than movies.

So Weng Chi was quite cautious about this matter. He took some time to understand all aspects of the situation, and there were a few social engagements that could not be dismissed. The week was almost hectic.

After leaving Yan Yu's home that day, the two hadn't met each other. Weng Chi thought, or else he would invite Yan Yu to have a meal to celebrate after the copyright matter was settled. Come on, it's lively, but it's also a bit chaotic.

These few people were all able to speak, and it took one night for me to say one sentence, and in the end, I couldn't speak a few words with Yan Yu.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing to say to Yan Yu.

What can I say?Say you are busy?How is your work?

boring.

But I still want to say, just say a few words casually.

Thinking of the contact, Jian Ce actually met. He said that he bought a gift a few days ago and wanted to give it to himself. He asked where his company was, and he sent it to him.

Weng Chi was a little surprised. Jian Ce probably belonged to the Pixiu category here. He could only get in and out. Basically, he gave gifts ten times, and it would be good if he could return them once. As for the suitor, the suitor is the mud on the soles of your feet, you have to pick him up, so Weng Chi doesn't really mind.

This time Jian Ce said that he would come to give him a gift, and he told Cheng Xinyuan, did you see it, finally saw the money back.

Cheng Xinyuan sneered, and said that if I knew that the suitor was the second young master of the Ming family, let alone giving gifts, I would do as well.

"He doesn't know." Weng Chi felt that it was good for him to hide it, "Maybe he knows that I am also in this circle, so seek some resources."

"Isn't that more normal?" Cheng Xinyuan said shyly while stroking his braids, "My boyfriend is a master in the industry, can he take me flying?"

"I'm not a master, and I can't fly." Weng Chi shook out a cigarette and kept it in his mouth, "Why don't you assign a role in your movie?"

"Okay, one hundred thousand Yin soldiers, he can come one."

"Fuck." Weng Chi combed his hair back with his fingers, "Xinyuan, to be honest, do you think I, I seem to say this behind his back, it's not good..."

"You don't just say that he's not very good behind his back. To tell you the truth, I don't think you respect him very much. It's one thing to be who he is, but since you claim to be his suitor, you always keep talking about him." It's strange to look on from the sidelines, rather than saying that you are his licking dog, it should be more like an old rich man playing with the emotions of a starlet."

"It's the little star playing with my emotions." Weng Chi lit up the cigarette, and when he was puffing, his mind was a little confused.

"Come on, do you have feelings?" Cheng Xinyuan sighed and said, "You always say I'm a scumbag, you're not as good as me, at least I know what my feelings are like, but do you know?"

Weng Chi wondered why he didn't know, since he was a child he had a clear distinction between love and hate, right is right and wrong is wrong, he knows whoever treats him well and who treats him badly.

Isn't this called emotion?

It's just that in the process of growing up, this kind of right and wrong gradually became blurred, and he was just following the trend.

As for love, he feels that he knows very well, whether he is interested, whether he will be bored, whether he has sexual impulse, he knows all of these.

What else do you need?Isn't that enough?

It was noon when Jian Ce came, logically he should treat Jian Ce to a meal, but that day he had other problems and couldn't leave, so he had to meet him in the reception room in a hurry.

Jian Ce didn't show any anger, so he handed the bag to Weng Chi, saying that when he went to a winery event, he happened to see a wine with the same year as Weng Chi's birth year, so he specially bought it and gave it to him.

"We can have a drink together next time on your birthday." Jian Ce said with a smile.

"Thank you." Weng Chi took the bag and said, "I didn't expect you to remember my birthday."

"I remember everything about you, but you said very little. You can say more next time, and I will remember more."

"it is good……"

Weng Chi asked Xiao Zhang to send Jian Ce back. After Jian Ce left, Weng Chi took out the wine to see that the year was indeed the year he was born. Jian Ce remembered correctly, but Jian Ce didn't seem to remember that he was allergic to alcohol.

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Rest tomorrow, and there may be chapters that make me feel uncomfortable later. I will try to update the chapters that have problems and solve them together (д;)