After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

Early the next morning, Hang Yang was woken up by a phone call from the company.

As soon as the opposite came up, he covered his head and face: "Hang Yang, why can't we post your Weibo here!"

Hang Yang yawned impatiently: "I forgot the password after waking up and changed it myself. What's the problem?"

"Let's not talk about this first, let's talk about your latest Weibo!" The voice on the other side also raised a degree, "What's the matter with you? Under the Weibo celebrating your discharge from the hospital, you interacted with fans, why didn't you interact with your teammates! People sent blessings at the first time, and you ignored them, is it plausible? Don't you know that we just bought a hot search to promote the friendship between your teammates, don't you f*ck naked and slap your face! Now the marketing account is ready to move ..."

This person spoke like a machine gun, "dong dong dong" without rest, Hang Yang slowly dug out from the scattered memory of the original owner: this man is called Wang Li, he turned out to be the manager of THEone, and he is also a shareholder of Gusheng Entertainment, so Hang Yang Yang is half the boss, which shows that the company attaches great importance to THEone.After the group disbanded, all three of them should be named under his name. In short, this brother Gunzier is now his manager.

From the content and tone of Wang Li's words to him - it was obvious that his two former teammates didn't know what they were thinking, and they didn't tell the company that they were Hang Xiutu's younger brother.

Hang Yang was too lazy to listen to him continue to shoot, and interrupted directly: "Speak more concisely, you want me to reply to my teammates, right?"

"Why the hell are you talking to me!" The voice on the other side directly raised a tune, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you, tell me the new Weibo password quickly."

Eh, it's quite horizontal.

Hang Yang shrank back into the warm bed again, put the phone away, and said slowly: "No, I refuse."

After two seconds of silence, a roar broke out from Hang Yang's mobile phone: "Are you sick! Do you fucking know how much money the company spent on you—"

"Brother Wang, I have been in the company for two years, and I don't earn much for the company. I should have 2000 million." Hang Yang interrupted him slowly, "I checked after I woke up. After my accident, the company first paid the lowest price in the city The salary standard gave me 1540 yuan for two months, and then I didn’t even pay this money, and just ignored it, and it didn’t matter whether I was dead or alive.”

"If I'm really a homeless orphan, relying on your subsidy," Hang Yang said "tsk", "I guess Brother Wang's phone call today will have to be made to the underworld."

"You!" Wang Li suppressed his anger, but still caught the point of Hang Yang's words, "You... the information you filled in is fake? You are not an orphan! How dare you, an idol, engage in false identity!"

Of course, it is impossible for Hang Yang to get to the bottom of him now, he just smiled: "I don't think these small things are important anymore."

After a strange silence, Wang Li's tense voice came from the phone: "What do you mean?"

"I want to say, I'm going back to the company today. Let's sort out the past and the present and solve it." Hang Yang's voice has always been clear as a teenager, because lying on the bed, sometimes just When I woke up, I had a nasal sound, which sounded soft, like cotton candy, but I heard Wang Li on the other side of the phone whizzing behind his back, and he felt chills.

"Until then, don't bother me."

"What the hell are you doing—"

Hang Yang hung up the phone with a "snap".

Hang Yang took a leisurely sleep and went back to the cage. At half noon, he lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed with the head of the chicken nest.

The memory gradually came back, and it took Hang Yang about ten minutes to slowly understand... Did I just say hello crazy?Slapping the table with the company and clamoring to terminate the contract before discussing with Hang Xiutu? !

Hang Yang trembled, and he was completely awake. He rushed to the door of Hang Xiutu stepping on his slippers on the spot, knocked on the door, and asked cautiously, "Well, brother, are you there?"

A deep voice came from inside the door: "Push directly, the door is unlocked."

Hang Yang swallowed unconsciously. After many years, he actually experienced the pain of wandering in front of the teacher's office again.He pressed the doorknob, took a deep breath, opened the door as quietly as possible, and stepped into the room.

Hang Xiutu was sitting behind a retro solid wood desk, holding a bound booklet in his hand, which seemed to be...a script?

Hang Yang walked up to him with his head down, his hands twisted together a little helplessly: "brother."

Only then did he realize how incompatible his disheveled and lazy appearance was with this room. Hang Yang grabbed his collar and lifted it up carefully, trying to block his exposed collarbone.

Hang Xiutu put down the things in his hands, clasped his hands, and cast his quiet eyes on Hang Yang: "Speak, what's the matter?"

"Brother, I told the company to terminate the contract in the afternoon, can you, can you find a legal counsel to go with me..." The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and there was not even a loud mosquito in the back.

"look up."

Hang Yang shivered for a moment, and raised his head hesitantly.

"Afternoon?" Hang Xiutu tapped lightly on the table, "Why didn't you discuss it with me in advance?"

"The company just called me..."

"Then why can't you be considerate?" Hang Xiutu's expression didn't fluctuate much, and even his tone didn't fluctuate much, but Hang Yang's small face became paler and paler, "Are you going to leave after leaving with a harsh word?" Is it? Or do you think that the legal plan to terminate the contract will be resolved in minutes? Or are you going to hand over the initiative to the other party?"

"I," Hang Yang lowered his head unconsciously, he wanted to slap himself in the early morning, Hang Xiutu's scrutiny made him embarrassed, even painful, "I'm sorry, brother, my brain was hot at that time..."

Hang Xiutu didn't say anything, didn't even look at him again, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed: "Hey, Li Yi, right? I informed you about the noon yesterday... Yes, speed up the progress... Inform the legal department at 03:30 this afternoon Draw up the first version of the termination contract... double the overtime pay... good, hard work."

After he hung up the phone, he hurriedly broadcast the next call, and waved his hand to Hang Yang in the middle of the gap: "I know about this, you go back. I will deal with these matters, and come with me when I call you in the afternoon."

"Brother." Hang Yang bit his lower lip, "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully, or I told the company to postpone the time—"

"No need," Hang Xiutu interrupted him lightly, "The tight schedule is even more detrimental to small companies, so we don't have to show weakness."

He turned on the computer at hand neatly: "Tell Sister Zhang to bring my lunch up, you go."

Hang Yang nodded, squeezed his hands and feet and left the room, closing the door gently.

At noon, there are only Hang Yang and Mrs. Hang on the table.

Mrs. Hang should have been used to her family working overtime at any time. When she heard that her son was handling work in the room, she just nodded lightly and greeted Hang Yang: "Xiao Yang, you are still in the recovery stage, eat more."

Although Hang Yang has no appetite at all, he has to lift his spirits and eat more.

Mrs. Hang's eyes are so poisonous, she raised her eyebrows lightly: "I'm in a bad mood? What's the matter?"

Hang Yang was stunned for a moment, and within a few rounds, he was completely outdone by his mother's understatement.

After listening to what happened, Mrs. Hang chuckled and served Hang Yang a bowl of soup: "Come on, drink more."

"Mom..." Hang Yang looked at her, a little nervous.

"What a big deal," Mrs. Hang said calmly, "If he can't even handle this well, he won't have to step into the house at night."

hiss--

Hang Yang got goosebumps all over his back: Compared to being the favored son of heaven who is expected by his parents, it is better to be a mediocre person living in doting.

"I'm not worried about this." Hang Yang quickly adjusted his expression, smiled at his mother, and his voice softened, "I know, brother is very powerful."

Of course he wasn't worried about the contract, nor was he worried about the original owner's small trash company.

It's just that when Hang Xiutu's indifferent eyes fell on him, Hang Yang was a little indescribably sad.

The author has something to say:

Hang Xiutu, have a better attitude! (shake)

be careful and regret later