Perfect Two

The studio is rented in an office building.Cheng Xirong was determined to be the best, so he gritted his teeth and decided on the central area of ​​the CBD, which is the most prosperous area in the city.It was Fu Zhou who paid the money, with a good face, but repeatedly confirmed with Cheng Xirong, under the condition that there is no profit and the start-up capital is not sufficient, do you want to spend this money?

Cheng Xirong almost covered Fu Zhou's head, and said through gritted teeth that he would pay him back double in the future.

Fu Zhou is always serious: "I don't care about money. You have to know whether there is meaning and value in doing this."

Cheng Xirong stared at it.

Fu Zhou: "Yes, there are."

Then I went to swipe the card, paid the deposit and the first year's rent.

Indeed there are.Even if Fu Zhou followed Cheng Xirong's temperament, he still had a sense of proportion and scale. He would support what he should do, but he would never let Cheng Xirong go astray.It is distressing to see such a large sum of money all at once.But in the long run, this is one step in place, and it couldn't be more appropriate.

They do not want to be proud or complacent when they are film and television studios, but they are indeed different from the general industry.No matter what it looks like on the inside, on the outside, this is a glamorous world.It is the accumulation of money and fashion. It is just starting now, and it will grow bigger in the future. It is inevitable that there will be various celebrities coming and going.

Do you want to squeeze in the middle of the express delivery of the logistics company?

Cheng Xirong was only thinking about the things after the accumulation, and he never thought about failure at all.He directly positioned himself in the position of a successful person, and when thinking about problems, he was naturally a few layers higher.

Fu Zhou agreed with this point of view, but when he finished paying the money, he would think, what would he do if he had no money?

Maybe it won't be the case now.He must succeed, so he must have someone around who can help him succeed.If he has no money, he will find someone who has money.For example, Feng Yi.

This kind of thought made Fu Zhou very unhappy, and felt a pressure for no reason, pushing him forward behind him.Don't want to stop for a moment, keep going.

In the past, I also wanted to be successful, to be famous all over the world, and to have my own works become classics.At this time, I especially want to make money, want to make commercial films, and want to hit the box office.

People are greedy, they want both fame and fortune.

While parking the car, Fu Zhou looked at the towering office buildings, and at Cheng Xirong beside him.People are indeed greedy, they want people besides fame and wealth.

Cheng Xirong shuddered: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Zhou looked calm, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong was a little dazed: "No...it's nothing, I just feel a chill on my back. Do you know that feeling?"

Fu Zhou was still very calm: "How do you feel?"

"It's just... next time you go to the safari park to experience it. It's the feeling of being stared at by a lion and a tiger from behind, and the hairs will stand on end."

Fu Zhou thought for a while, and gave an irrelevant comment: "Your senses are quite keen?"

"Nonsense. Is the basic quality of an actor good?" After finishing speaking, Cheng Xirong himself felt that there was a bit of a loophole in this statement, and added, "If you don't even have this sixth sense, how can you become an actor in the future?"

In the future... the reaction was quick, as if he hadn't been an actor before.

Fu Zhou didn't talk nonsense with him and got out of the car.Cheng Xirong himself asked to see the decoration results of the studio, but when he saw the bright sun outside the window, he was a little timid and didn't want to move.Fu Zhou was at the driver's seat, leaning on the roof of the car and bending over to look inside: "If it's too hot, just go home."

"It's all here, and I'm going back again, isn't it sick? Wait for me a while, I have to do a psychological construction."

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of Fu Zhou's mouth: "You are with Cheng Xirong, you are so delicate, he won't cut you?"

yo!Is this the sun coming out from the west?Didn't Fu Zhou never take the initiative to mention himself?When there is guidance from here, he is still unwilling to talk about it.Now there is no beginning and no end, and suddenly it is brought up, what is this going to do?

Cheng Xirong looked over with raised eyes: "What do you think?"

Fu Zhou paused for a moment: "I'm quite surprised. He didn't train you?"

"Can you be considerate of the patient? You will probably never experience that kind of feeling... When your physiology is declining rapidly, you can't support your spirit at all."

Fu Zhou nodded: "It makes sense. I'm afraid the sun can explain it that way?"

"This is a fact."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Xirong suddenly thought of something, opened the car door and got out.Fu Zhou was still wondering, when he saw Cheng Xirong walking around the front of the car and walking to him, with a fearless expression on his face: "Okay, I'm teasing you."

Fu Zhou: "..."

After closing the door and locking it, Fu Zhou paid the parking fee, and the two walked towards the building.Cheng Xirong raised his hand to cover the brow bone, and said casually, "I forgot, you were also seriously injured."

Fu Zhou was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to understand that he was explaining the phrase "never be able to understand".It was funny for him to look like this, he didn't care at all, instead he took it as a serious matter.

After the quarrel, there was a time of alienation.But now it has calmed down, and his attitude seems to be a little different from before.It seems that the wanton behavior is missing, and he can see other people and things outside of himself.In short, it is developing in a good direction.

Fu Zhou said casually: "I just don't care about people and don't want to talk. My mind is empty. It's not as troublesome as you."

Cheng Xirong: "...you don't need to say the latter sentence at all."

Fu Zhou pursed his lips, and there was a little light in his eyes, flickering, but it never went out.

When entering the hall, Cheng Xirong let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and grabbed Fu Zhou: "Why am I in trouble?"

There is no filial son in front of the long sick bed!You are right!What's wrong with you, do you think you're in trouble?Maybe this guy Fu Zhou usually slanders himself in his heart!

Cheng Xirong didn't bother to argue with him, so he stopped and said casually, "That's the trouble, what else can you do?"

Fu Zhou arched his shoulders slightly, also in a casual manner, and said lightly: "There is no way. Let it be like this."

The two walked in, catching up with the time for work, and there were many people waiting for the elevator.Cheng Xirong stood at the outermost edge, Fu Zhou blocked him, turned around and asked, "Did you wear the mask?"

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "On such a hot day, only fools wear masks."

Just after finishing speaking, a straight black girl walked by, pulled off the mask on her face, and took off her sun hat by the way.

Cheng Xirong: "...I'm not afraid of the sun."

I don't know who was hiding in the car just now and didn't want to come out.Fu Zhou didn't expose him, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious.Just as Cheng Xirong was about to speak, the girl next to him took a look at him, then turned around and looked at him again.

"You are... the little boss?"

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