The son of the Republic of China dressed as a fake young master of salted fish

When returning home from the fashion week scene, Gu Wenyue asked the driver to take Kiya back by the way.

After Kiya got in the car, she saw Cui Ying and marveled at her good skin: "What skin care products do you use?"

Cui Ying shook her head, and said timidly, "I don't use skin care products much."

After she was introduced to work by her aunt, she has been staying in the Gu family's mansion. She rarely even goes online on weekdays. She lives a very simple life and doesn't understand these things.

I saw a lot of people at once today, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

Ding Hai explained: "Kiya, Cui Yingcai is 19 years old, it's normal to have good skin."

Youth is the best capital, and no skin care products can match it.

"Oh."

Kiya shrugged, looked at her oval face and unmodified eyebrows, and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to trim your eyebrows for you?"

She has a bad habit of itching when she sees other people's eyebrows.

Cui Ying was a little shy, she looked at the second young master, her flickering eyes seemed to be hoping for his help to come up with an idea.

The more Gu Wen looked at her, he felt like the little sister in his own family, and asked softly with a smile: "Do you want this sister to help you trim your eyebrows?"

"This sister has a good craftsmanship and won't repair it for you."

Cui Ying nodded, blushing.

Kiya sat next to her, took out the eyebrow trimmer from her bag before the car started, and sculpted a rounded half-moon eyebrow for her. Accompanied by her oval face, it was very classic.

Gu Wenyue couldn't even expect her to move so fast, and looking at Xiao Cuiying again, he was surprised: "Peugeot."

She looks like a well-behaved and lovely boudoir lady.

Ding Hai couldn't help but take another look, thinking that Cui Ying was no worse than the female stars in the entertainment industry.

He asked, "Cui Young, are you making your debut? Even if you don't act, you can still make money doing print ads."

Cui Ying shook her head, lowering her head nervously.

She took Kiya's small mirror and looked around. She liked the new eyebrow shape very much, and was surprised that the adjustment of the eyebrow shape gave her the illusion of a new look.

While packing her makeup bag, Kiya complained: "Don't cheat others, sign into your company? Are you sucked blood? Let the artists grow wildly, and then squeeze them when they become popular?"

Ding Hai thought so, and sighed: "Hey, when I have money, I will start my own company, and then I will definitely not cheat artists like this."

Kiya chuckled: "Capitalists are basically the same, you will know when you become one."

Gu Wen who was next to him thought more and more, yes, now he has a bloody Ding Hai who persuades himself to work every day, if he starts a company, wouldn't it be wonderful to let Ding Hai persuade others to work?

Ding Hai has a good vision, good execution, and strong communication skills, and he seems to be able to act as a broker on his own.

It was the first time that Gu Wenyue formally thought about such a serious matter.

After five seconds, he gave up on the spot

——Too tired, he is not suitable for thinking about such profound questions.

The Gu Family Mansion.

Before Ding Hai drove his little Hyundai back, Gu Wenyue stood beside his car in a chic posture, with his arms casually resting on the frame of his car.

In late autumn, the sun is setting in the west.

Gu Wenyue lowered his eyes, and said lazily and casually: "Brother Hai, let's donate today's money too. Anyway, I don't need it."

Ding Hai was taken aback for a moment, and leaned out half of his body from the car: "Brother? Seriously? Then you..."

He glanced at the gorgeous corner of the Gu family's Linhai mansion suddenly, and immediately swallowed his words. Brother Wen Yue seemed to want to look back at home?

Is it true that you will inherit a lot of assets?

Ding Hai didn't dare to ask, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll handle it."

Gu Wenyue let go of his hand and waved it: "I won't keep you for dinner. I'll treat you outside later."

"Okay, thank you brother!"

Ding Hai naturally understood, what's the point of keeping an outsider for dinner in the mansion of the Gu family?

Furthermore, if he had a meal with such a top rich man, he might not be able to eat it, so he might as well go home and have a relaxing meal with his grandma.

Gu Jincheng was busy tonight, so he couldn't go home in time for dinner, and he didn't get home until seven o'clock in the evening.

After entering the restaurant, he unbuttoned his suit and vest and waited for the maid to serve the dishes.

He was lowering his eyebrows and contemplating several projects of the group when he heard a burst of brisk footsteps.

The handsome young man is always smiling, like a warm spring breeze blowing into the restaurant at the same time.

Gu Jincheng raised his eyes, it seemed that the person pulled away the chair casually, and asked softly, "Can you find me?"

Gu Wenyue rested his chin, smiled with peach blossom eyes, and looked at the head of the family: "Brother, you are so boring eating alone, I will accompany you to eat."

Paused, "Or you don't want me to accompany you? Do you think I'm noisy?"

Gu Jincheng's phoenix eyes flashed faintly, and he said to the servant who was coming to deliver the food: "Bring a set of tableware for the second young master."

He handed him the warm towel folded into tofu cubes.

Gu Wenyue was not polite, he wiped his hands first, and said to himself, "Wen Jun didn't go home for dinner today, so I ate with my father."

"He also said that it's good that I'm here, otherwise he would be a widowed old man."

"I asked Steward Zhang if you were eating outside, and he said you should go home, so I don't think you can be a widowed old man, so I will only eat two meals, each with a small amount."

After listening to the conversation, Gu Jincheng only heard four words

——Lonely old man.

Gu Jincheng glanced at his glib thin lips lightly, but for no reason he remembered that photo of pure white as snow in his mind.

Seeing that he was silent, Gu Wenyue stared at him with pitch-black phoenix eyes, he turned his face to one side: "What's wrong with my face?"

He touched his cheek with his fingertips, "Is there something?"

"No." Gu Jincheng took the towel handed over by the servant, wiped off his ten fingers slowly, and pointed out the most obvious mistake in his words, "We are the same age, why shouldn't I be considered an old man?"

He closed his words, raised his palm slightly, and threw the towel into the tray.

Gu Wenyue admired his well-articulated fingers, and closed his eyes: "Got it, lonely young man, okay?"

He smiled and picked up his chopsticks.

For the second meal tonight, Gu Wenyue's bowl was empty and he only ate vegetables.

Gu Jincheng winked at the servant and served soup to the second young master.

Gu Wenyue didn't refuse, anyway, after changing the cook, the dishes at home taste surprisingly good.

He had inquired with Butler Zhang the day before, only to find out that he was an award-winning chef.

Gu Jincheng remembered something, and asked while drinking the soup: "Do you not like those jewelry? You choose it yourself?"

The Gu family's mansion has a large suite dedicated to storing jewelry, which is like an exhibition hall, full of precious jewelry collected by Gu Chong, from large pieces to small pieces, in various styles and priceless.

Gu Wenyue also thought of the velvet box: "No, it's all good. It's too heavy."

He held the porcelain spoon tremblingly, as if his fingers were overwhelmed, and the porcelain spoon fell into the bowl with a "ding", "I can only hold chopsticks and spoons with these two hands, and the others are too heavy to put on, and it is easy to put them on." Lose."

He said it very sincerely.

In my previous life, any precious things I wore when I went out for a walk would fall out.

Gu Jincheng looked at him, his pitch-black phoenix eyes obviously did not believe him.

Gu Wenyue said: "Some people don't keep their money, and they are talking about me."

Now, Gu Jincheng believed it instead.

——He doesn't keep his money. He doesn't want the shares of Zhiyuan Group or his private property. He only accepts the dispensable pocket money of 500 million a month.

——It can be seen that he really doesn't want to have anything to do with the Gu family.

Gu Jincheng seemed to have seen a certain day in the future, when he left the Gu family's mansion alone, empty-handed, and walked swiftly without looking back.

After Gu Wenyue finished drinking the soup, he muttered: "I just find it troublesome, let's talk about today's look. It looks good, but it's also chic, but it makes my eyes itch, and I'm still a little uncomfortable."

Gu Jincheng put down his chopsticks and saw him blink hard: "Why is it uncomfortable? Let me see."

Gu Wenyue was like a child, he was really happy when adults cared about him, he leaned against the elder brother of the Gu family, pointed to his eyes and said, "Is it a little red under the eyelashes?"

In the words, there was some meaning of going home and crying to the eldest brother after receiving a small grievance outside.

Gu Jincheng also approached his beautiful face, and took a closer look at the elegant and charming peach blossom eyes: "Well, does it itch? I'll ask Steward Zhang to bring a doctor."

"That's no need, it might be a bit irritating." Gu Wenyue blinked hard, smiled, he was taken aback, and chuckled, "Brother, you are so handsome."

After approaching, the facial features were magnified, and he could clearly see how Gu Jincheng's facial features were a standard handsome guy, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and perfect bones and skin.

Gu Jincheng frowned, stepped back, and continued to drink soup.

——Can you be as handsome as him?

Gu Wenyue saw that he was silent, pushed away the tableware and held his chin, and looked at him with a smile: "Brother, you are not shy, are you?"

Gu Jincheng only asked: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Almost, eating too much is not digestible, and I will sleep in a while."

Gu Wenyue heard that he deliberately changed the topic, and continued to ask, "Brother, are you really shy?"

Gu Jincheng put down his chopsticks and looked at him with deep eyes.

Gu Wenyue hastily shut up, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile: "Okay, I won't talk anymore."

Strange, isn't it good for someone to praise him for being handsome?

Gu Jincheng cleaned up the rest of the dishes, and said to him: "Go wash and rest. Go to bed early."

Gu Wenyue stretched out his arms and stretched his waist: "Okay, then you should go to bed earlier."

He stood up, leaned on the edge of the table and said, "Doctor Lin said that you have short sleep time, and you have a high fever. You should pay more attention to yourself."

"En." Gu Jincheng watched him kick and stomp away.

The restaurant suddenly fell silent.

His eyes fell on the tableware used by Gu Wenyue

——I never thought that someone would specially accompany him to dinner on a big night.

This kindness, Gu Jincheng is very useful.

third floor.

In Gu Wenyue's bedroom, after brushing his teeth and taking a shower, he was humming a song to get water for the narcissus.

The door was knocked.

"it's me."

Gu Wenyue turned around: "It's not locked, brother."

He was too lazy to move and kept the door open, otherwise the servant would have to open it when he came in.

When Gu Jincheng went in, he saw him waiting for narcissus in the study, wrapped in a white bathrobe, his whole body was like transparent jade.

He lowered his phoenix eyes slightly, looked at the ornaments in his hand, and felt that he had chosen a good one.

Gu Wenyue was thinking that the narcissus with dense roots could not be accommodated in Yuanxi, so he had to take out a few and change places.

At this time, one hand placed a transparent white jade ornament on the edge of the table.

Gu Wenyue's eyes were straightened, and following this rare thing, his gaze slowly moved inch by inch along the man's arm, to his broad shoulders, and to his stern face.

He couldn't hide the smile in his eyes at all, and asked hurriedly, "Brother?! Where... did this come from?"

When Gu Jincheng took it, he imagined that the expression on his face was exactly the same as it is at this moment.

"Do you like it?"

"Naturally I like it." Gu Wenyue picked up the decoration and looked at it carefully. The round bowl is round and cute, the jade is warm and transparent, and scriptures are engraved on it, "Is this a serious white marble scripture bowl?"

Seeing his infatuated appearance, Gu Jincheng glanced at the narcissus in the round bath: "How about using it for you to put narcissus?"

"Okay." Gu Wenyue was overjoyed, "I'm worried that I can't fit this litter, so I need to find something. Just send me this baby."

He sighed loudly, "These daffodils, which have been cultivated for several generations, are all made of good things that have been around for thousands of years."

Seeing him happy, Gu Jincheng was in a good mood. "Then you pack up early and go to bed early."

Gu Wenyue was studying the new gadgets, so he didn't pay attention to what he said, just nodded.

Gu Jincheng walked out slowly, and looked at him sideways

——Suddenly wanted to ask him if he would give up his love and give him a few.

The phone on Gu Wenyue's desk vibrated, and he opened it casually, because he really wanted to pick a few narcissus and put them in another new container, so he ordered to put them outside. "Hello?"

Gu Zhengyuan's loud voice went straight to the phone screen: "Gu Wenyue, what's the matter with you? You don't answer anything Ding Hai gives you? What do you mean?"

"Ah?" Gu Wenyue came to his senses, and actually answered Gu Zhengyuan's phone call. It seemed too late to hang up now, and he said slowly, "I told Ding Hai that I'm not feeling well, and I don't want to leave home too soon. Far away. Those shoots took a long time, or they were in other places, which was inconvenient.”

Gu Zhengyuan said angrily: "Heh, Gu Wenyue, do you really think you are popular? Are you still picking and choosing? Why don't you go on the show while you can now? Otherwise, don't wait until you are dead and come to me Kneel down and cry, will I care about you?"

Gu Wenyue let out a flat "Oh".

After a while, Gu Zhengyuan didn't hear the following, he asked: "Now there are two variety shows and one filming, you have to go if you don't. Your contract with the company stipulates that you have to cooperate with the work, otherwise it will be a breach of contract."

Just as Gu Wenyue had chosen the narcissus and was about to go to the bathroom, he asked, "I'm not in good health, do I have to go on it too? I'm on the ventilator tomorrow, do I have to go on it too?"

"Gu Wenyue! Don't be ashamed of yourself." Gu Zhengyuan was the first to be furious by his ordinary reaction, "Come on, are you planning to terminate the contract with the company?"

"No." Gu Wen was more surprised why he asked such a question.

Recalling what Kiya said during the day, Feiyue Media is a typical stocking company, and when the artist is a little bit popular, it will start to squeeze the artist to make money.

Gu Zhengyuan asked: "If you don't cancel the contract, you won't accept the job? Are you going to take care of you in our company?"

Gu Wenyue felt that he was finally smarter: "That's right."

Gu Zhengyuan cursed: "Crazy!"

The phone is hung up.

Whenever Gu Wenyue had something to do with him, he would go to the bathroom with two containers in his hands, and it was more important to separate the crowded narcissus first.

At this moment, the bedroom door was completely closed.

Outside the door, Gu Jincheng took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his assistant Zheng Ye.

The next day.

After Gu Wenyue had lunch, Ding Hai pulled him to Feiyue Media.

Ding Hai said in a hurry: "Brother, it's too bad, it must be Brother Gu. He has a problem with you for not accepting business, and scolded me."

Gu Wenyue had just had a full meal, so he rested sleepily: "He also scolded me last night."

"Ah? Then you didn't quarrel, did you?"

Ding Hai was very worried.

"No." Gu Wenyue would not quarrel with others, he was too lazy to say a few more words.

What's more, Gu Zhengyuan's voice is rough, and his voice is uncomfortable to listen to.

Ding Hai looked at the "internal news" on his phone, and kept saying, "Oh no, no, someone told me that the big boss, Mr. Zhu, was looking for us, and even asked Brother Gu to go with us."

"Do you want to talk about the contract? What should we do? Should we bring a lawyer?"

Gu Wenyue said in a daze, "We have bodyguards."

"It's okay, don't worry."

Ding Hai: ...How can I rest assured that you are like this? !

He knew that Feiyue Media's contract was indeed not good for the artist. If he took the legal route, the Gu family was indeed very rich, but even if he successfully terminated the contract with money, it would still cause a lot of trouble.

Feiyue Media.

The general manager's office of the big boss Zhu Qiang, in the elevator room.

Two elevators arrived at the same time, and four people stepped out.

They were Gu Wenyue with Ding Hai and Gu Zhengyuan with his assistant.

Gu Zhengyuan turned his nostrils to the sky: "Hmph!"

He stepped forward dismissively.

Ding Hai was troubled and took a step forward: "Brother Gu..."

Gu Zhengyuan ignored him and went in with his assistant.

Gu Wenyue patted him on the shoulder and smiled instead.

He had only seen such a high-spirited person on the stage.

Today seems to be mainly to watch the show.

office.

The boss, Zhu Qiang, loves tea and is fiddling with tea trays. He wears a string of sandalwood beads and a string of giant clams in his left hand, and is twisting the beads to pour tea.

Gu Zhengyuan stepped forward and said to the boss: "Mr. Zhu hasn't had your Kung Fu tea for a while. You are good at crafting."

He stood respectfully with his people, and when he saw Gu Wenyue and the other two coming in, he said pointedly, "Mr. Zhu, you haven't come to the company for a while, maybe you don't know, the young artists these days are really dying. With the crab It’s like walking sideways. It’s too far away to participate in the show, and I don’t think I can’t go home. I really think of myself as an emperor, don’t you think?”

Zhu Qiang glanced at the door, the finger that was playing with the giant clam bracelet stopped, and said to Gu Zhengyuan lightly: "Little artist is ignorant, and you have been an agent for so many years and you are also ignorant?"

"Ah?" Gu Zhengyuan didn't understand the meaning of the words, and frowned.

——Why is he ignorant?

The next second, Zhu Qiang stood up and smiled politely: "Wen Yue? Sit here and try my Kung Fu tea."

Gu Zhengyuan & Assistant: ...

The trembling Ding Hai was shocked, what's going on?

Gu Wenyue always strolled in the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu, but I don't drink tea after noon, which affects my sleep."

"Oh, I understand." Zhu Qiang raised his hand to ask him to sit down, "I heard that Wen Yue, you have to go to bed at nine o'clock, right?"

"Hmm." Gu Wenyue glanced at Gu Zhengyuan, thinking it was him who said it.

Gu Zhengyuan was still standing dryly, but the big boss didn't let him sit, so he could only stand.

But I thought in my heart, what does Mr. Zhu mean?

Could it be that the people behind Gu Wenyue approached Mr. Zhu, and Mr. Zhu couldn't figure it out, so...

Fuck!

After Zhu Qiang took his seat, he leaned back in his chair and said to Gu Zhengyuan: "Xiao Gu, I called you here today to say that you are also a senior manager of the company, so be more professional."

Gu Zhengyuan was puzzled, and asked repeatedly: "Mr. Zhu, what are you talking about?"

"Communicate in normal times, don't swear when you make phone calls. Artists cooperate with our company, it's a friendly cooperation, not signing a contract of sale to our company."

Mr. Zhu said in an orderly manner, "Are you right? Besides, if you step back ten thousand steps, artists also cooperate with my company. As my employee, why are you still scolding my company's partners?"

"What if the scolding ran away? Are you going to be an artist yourself?"

Gu Zhengyuan cursed in his heart: I didn't read the almanac when I was fucking out, what kind of shit is Mr. Zhu doing today?

To say that the artist is a partner of Feiyue Media?

Is Mr. Zhu crazy, or is he terminally ill, and his brain is broken?

Gu Zhengyuan's face turned pale and blue, and after he figured out the situation, he consciously said to Gu Wenyue: "Wen Yue, I'm sorry, I scolded you in a hurry yesterday, I'm really sorry."

He couldn't hold back his tone, and said in a very strong tone, "Since Mr. Zhu has spoken for you, it is obviously not suitable for me to continue to take you. From now on, we will return to the bridge."

"It's better to ask Mr. Zhu to choose another more suitable agent for you. I am not capable enough to be your agent."

Gu Wenyue listened to his overwhelming emotional statement, raised his eyes to look at him, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't say a word.

Zhu Qiang hurriedly said: "Hey! Xiao Gu, don't speak so harshly. What bridges return to bridges. Wen Yue is still an artist of our company."

Gu Zhengyuan thought: If you are capable, you can open a studio for him.

I'm condemned by God for being strong, but I want to see if this lazy salted fish can turn around by fishing for three days and drying the net for two days!

Zhu Qiang said to Gu Wenyue: "Wen Yue, I thought about it, the company has an artist studio system. It just so happens that the company also has some people who can be used by you, so I will set up a separate studio for you from today, how about it?"

Gu Zhengyuan wants to jump

——Damn, what do you want?Mr. Zhu, are you serious? !Open a studio for him?Ready to lose money until you have no pants to wear?

Ding Hai was completely dazed, he couldn't figure out the situation, and was very dizzy.

In short, looking at Gu Ge's face, he felt that he would be beaten to death with a random stick in a while.

But looking at Brother Wenyue's calm appearance, it seems that he can still get away with it?

After hearing what Zhu Qiang said, Gu Wenyue asked, "My studio? It means, what kind of work will I do in the future, and what kind of work will I not do, and I will decide for myself?"

Gu Zhengyuan sneered coldly: "Oh, make sure you have a job before you talk about it. Choosing a job is based on the fact that there is a job coming to you. Understand?"

Zhu Qiang clicked his tongue: "Xiao Gu, what are you doing? It's nothing for you now, you can go back."

"Understood, thank you, Mr. Zhu, for reminding me." Gu Zhengyuan turned his head and took one last look at Gu Wenyue's noble face like a wealthy young master.

—What a bloody bad luck.

After going out, the assistant asked in a low voice: "Brother Gu? What do you mean, Mr. Zhu wants to praise him?"

Gu Zhengyuan finally cursed, and said excitedly: "Sooner or later, God will punish you!"

As soon as the words fell, the door of the back office was pulled open, and Zhu Qiang's voice came: "Xiao Gu, I told you to have a better attitude, why are you swearing at the company all day long?"

Gu Zhengyuan was taken aback, turned around and bowed in disgust: "No, I'm sorry Mr. Zhu, change it immediately. I will never say dirty words in the future."

Zhu Qiang nodded and waved his hands: "Go and do your work."

He said to the assistant outside the door, "You send a notice to everyone. In the future, the company will not allow swearing in internal communications, and internal reports can be made anonymously. There will be rewards for verification."

Gu Zhengyuan who didn't go far: I have a sentence... I don't know if I should say it or not!

Zhu Qiang sat down in the office and explained the company's artist studio system to Gu Wenyue in detail.

In fact, Gu Wenyue was not very interested in these things, he only heard him say that "artist studio" can sign artists by himself, so he slowly glanced at Ding Hai.

This matter was finalized just like that, Zhu Qiang even prepared the agreement, and asked Gu Wenyue to take it back for review, and changed from the ordinary artist cooperation mode to the studio cooperation mode if there was no problem.

After leaving.

Gu Wenyue and Ding Hai drove, and Ding Hai kept looking through the contract, and said in disbelief: "The company divides so much into the studio? That's too much."

Gu Wenyue rubbed the center of his eyebrows, guessing that it was Gu Jincheng who contacted Zhu Qiang.

Ding Hai frowned, and began to worry: "Brother, but Gu Ge is right. Even if we have a studio, if there is no work...how can we cook and eat? And it is impossible for me to be the only one in the studio, and I have to feed Others, if..."

In a hurry, Ding Hai received a call.

Although it was an unfamiliar number, he never refused to call.

After answering the call, the other party asked, "Is this Mr. Gu Wenyue's manager? This is "Breezy" magazine. The editor-in-chief of our magazine would like to invite Mr. Gu to take a group of photos."

Ding Hai was taken aback, looked at Gu Wenyue foolishly, and confirmed with the other party pretending to be calm: "Is "Breezy" the breeze?"

But he was screaming in his heart: one of the six major journals!

Breeze!

The other party said: "Yes. May I ask your surname, if it is convenient, I hope we can have an interview. Because time is tight, we hope to confirm the shooting schedule of Mr. Gu as soon as possible."

Ding Hai swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said some polite words first.

After he hung up, he hurriedly said to Gu Wenyue: "Brother, hurry up! Get this artist studio done first!"

Gu Wen was more puzzled: "What's the matter? Didn't you just worry about not being able to support people?"

He was also thinking, if it doesn't work, then don't need other people, just keep Ding Hai, and if there is no livelihood, he will pay Ding Hai some salary from his pocket money.

"You can live and live!" Ding Hai said with a smile, "Well, first find a lawyer to read the contract, and then sign, and we will start a new business after the studio is established! Brother, you can do it! I believe in you! As long as you work hard , we will definitely make a name for ourselves in the entertainment industry!"

Gu Wenyue: ... Help, why is he here again? !