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Because of Zhou Li's call, Zhang Weidong hurried back to the company. He pushed open the door of the lounge with a displeased expression on his face.

"Call me back in a hurry, what's the matter?"

Zhou Li raised her head from a pile of documents, looked at him lukewarmly, then pulled out a manuscript and threw it to the side: "Because of commercial reasons, the filming of this TV commercial will start tomorrow, so hurry up and send the manuscript By heart."

Zhang Weidong rolled his eyes, sat next to her, opened the manuscript and read out loud: "It only costs 99 yuan, really only 24 yuan! Internationally renowned brand ruby ​​pendant, inlaid with [-]k white gold, sold directly by the factory, each person can only buy one set , the opportunity is rare, please pick up the phone immediately..."

"It's noisy, shut up." Zhou Li interrupted him.

Zhang Weidong slammed down the manuscript: "Can't you get me a decent job?"

Zhou Li was speechless, and she couldn't make the decision on this matter. Any job that Zhang Weidong took over, no matter how big or small, someone would always review it carefully.

In fact, calling Zhang Weidong back suddenly was also someone's idea.

Zhou Li didn't know the specific reason, but she received a call from Xiao Jungu an hour ago, and the other party told her to do this.

Zhang Weidong knocked on the table angrily, and after a while, he picked up the manuscript again: "Damn, I'm telling you it's useless, you're just a salaryman, I should thank your boss and his family!"

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Zhou Li decided to avoid the limelight first, packed up the documents and held them in her arms: "I can't hear anything. You can scold me, but you have to memorize the manuscript today. I'm just a working class. Don't worry about it." Get me in trouble."

"It's a waste of saliva to scold him." Zhang Weidong restrained his temper and dealt with work seriously.

Zhou Li knew that Zhang Weidong felt aggrieved, but she just knew it. There was nothing she could do about it.

It’s gold that always shines—this saying doesn’t work at all in the entertainment industry, there are too many human factors, if Xiao Jungu is willing to praise Zhang Weidong, no matter whether he is gold or not, even a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron can wipe away It shines brightly; and vice versa.

It took Zhang Weidong two hours to memorize the lengthy manuscript, and read it twice more. It shouldn't be a problem to record tomorrow.The craving for cigarettes broke out, he got up and left the lounge, walked through the corridor of the office area, came to an open window, sat on the window sill and smoked,

Because smoking is prohibited in the company, he misbehaved and attracted the attention of passing staff.

Zhang Weidong didn't care about other people's eyes, he flicked the cigarette ash out of the window, looked at the fountain in the square in front of him, and the trouble in his heart dissipated slightly.

At this moment, he heard a voice coming from the concealed wooden door.

Someone was singing, it was a fast-paced Cantonese song, and there was always a pause after every one or two lines. Obviously, this person lacked control over the song, and Zhang Weidong could hear the end of the song drifting off without looking at the score.He judged that the singer was a young man, less than 30 years old, with a clear and pleasant voice, and he probably had no professional vocal training.

Not long after, the singing was interrupted, and another person scolded from the room: "What's wrong with you? It's been a week and you haven't practiced the song well. Didn't the vocal teacher teach you? Why do you always keep singing?" Is it out of tune?"

The person who just sang explained: "I'm sorry, what the teacher said is too complicated, I can't remember it."

"Can't remember? You don't know how to write it down with a pen? I don't care, you will be on the show tomorrow, no one can help you if you can't sing well."

"Yes, I see, I will practice hard..."

"I still have so many newcomers to take care of. It's impossible to just focus on you and find a way to do it by yourself." The man opened the door and came out. Seeing Zhang Weidong, he was taken aback, and then he turned his head and left without saying hello.

Zhang Weidong recognized him as one of the company's brokers. He had just entered the industry and was said to be rather snobbish.

It is rather unlucky for a newcomer to follow such an agent.

The unlucky guy in the room started singing again. Zhang Weidong had nothing to do, so he folded his arms against the wall and eavesdropped. Then, he shook his head.I knew that the other party must be practicing rigidly according to the song score. If this continues, let alone tomorrow, there will be no improvement even next year.

Zhang Weidong didn't know why he was going crazy, so he opened his mouth to meddle in his own business: "Refrain, the first sentence is on the eighth beat to breathe, and the second sentence begins to drop a key, hold your breath and finish singing."

The people in the room were stunned, and murmured: "But on the music score..."

He was stunned for a while, then flattened the score, pointed to the line of notes in the chorus, and sang according to the other party's prompts.

Originally, I just planned to give it a try, but I didn't expect to sing the last high-pitched part of the chorus, and I sang it all at once, with ease.

He immediately got up and chased out the door, looking left and right, only to see the back of a tall and stalwart.

Zhang Weidong had already walked a long way, and was almost at the door of the lounge when someone chased him and grabbed his arm.

"Excuse me, are you the one who taught me to sing just now?"

Zhang Weidong lowered his head and saw a white hand with five distinct fingers clutching his sleeve tightly.

The man also realized that he was impolite, so he withdrew his hand, but he still did not give up and asked: "It's you, right? I only saw you when I chased it out, that... I have no other intentions, I just want to be with you." You say thank you."

Zhang Weidong turned his head and looked at the young man. He opened his mouth, and the word "no" stuck in his throat.

The person standing next to him was of mixed race, and his complexion was much fairer than that of ordinary Asian men, so his eyebrows were set off even more black, and his eyes were even brighter obsidian, revealing an earnest and sincere light.Zhang Weidong subconsciously swallowed his saliva, feeling his heart beating wildly. For some reason, he became nervous involuntarily, and at the same time was a little dazed.

"Hello, my name is Bei Miaomiao, and my stage name is Andy. I'm a newcomer who just joined the company. Please take care of me."

Zhang Weidong recovered his voice, turned his eyes away, and said softly, "Zhang Weidong."

"I know you." Andy rolled his eyes and smiled, and raised the corners of his mouth: "You are much more handsome in real life than on TV."

This is a very clichéd polite word, but when it came out of Andy's mouth, there was no hypocrisy in it, and it was extremely sincere.

Zhang Weidong felt embarrassed for the first time in his life. He didn't even know where to put his hands. He scratched the back of his head, and the other hand had already pushed open the door of the lounge. The action didn't go through his brain at all, so he was startled.He had no choice but to fake a cough, and said calmly, "I'm memorizing a manuscript, come in and sit down."

Andy said "excuse me", and followed him into the door openly.

After the two sat down, Zhang Weidong actually didn't dare to look at each other's face, his eyes wandered intentionally or unintentionally.

Andy's appearance is not very good, there are some small brown freckles on both sides of the nose, his complexion is white and his facial features are delicate, giving people a natural sense of intimacy.But Zhang Weidong didn't feel kind when he saw Andy—this person made him flustered for no reason.

"Thank you for your guidance just now, but is it really okay to modify the singing method of the song score?" Andy asked.

Zhang Weidong shook his head slightly: "The fast song has a strong sense of rhythm. With music, even the arranger may not be able to hear it. Even if you can hear it, it's nothing. Such small changes will not affect the coherence of the whole song."

"You are amazing!" Andy clasped his hands, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at him with admiration: "The vocal teacher said a lot of mixed nasal and air sounds... It's a mess, I didn't understand it at all, I don’t even know how to sing well.”

Zhang Weidong was embarrassed again, and smiled: "I'm just a monk halfway, it's better to sing according to the orthodox way, so as not to hurt my throat."

Andy nodded, taking note of his words very carefully.

Zhang Weidong has never met for the first time, and he talked so much with each other. Since the two hit it off, let's just be a good person.

He said to Andy: "Go and get the sheet music, the melody of this song is not complicated, you can practice it well today."

Andy waved his hands again and again: "How can I trouble you anymore, it's getting late, you hurry up and memorize the manuscript, I can do it myself."

Zhang Weidong finally set his sights on Andy's face, and saw that the other person's expression was genuine, without the slightest sign of polite refusal, he must be a thin-skinned person who knows how to advance and retreat, so he stopped insisting.People like Andy are undoubtedly likable. He looks pleasing to the eye and has a humble attitude. When he smiles, dimples appear around his mouth, which makes him a little more playful and childish.

Andy did the courtesy that a junior should have, thanked him again, even shook hands and bowed to leave, making Zhang Weidong blush.

Zhang Weidong watched him close the door softly, and let out a long breath.

It is best not to compare people with each other, because the difference between the two can be hundreds of thousands of miles.

The same is true for wine. Zhang Weidong drank a bottle of Moutai national wine from tens of thousands of oceans. When Zhang Weidong drank it, he felt acrid and pungent, with the smell of fermented rice bran.He still likes cheap beer, slightly bitter, cold, refreshing after a sip.

So Zhang Weidong didn't touch liquor anymore, he put his legs on the coffee table, leaned back, and lay on the leather sofa like a corpse.

Xiao Jungu came out of the bathroom without any clothes on, a white bath towel was wrapped around his waist, his whole body was covered with water vapor, and his wet black hair stuck to his face.He sat next to Zhang Weidong, stretched out his hand, and stroked his stubbled rough jaw, creating an ambiguous atmosphere under the evening light.

"Dongzi, I bought this bottle of wine as a gift. If you open it and refuse to drink it, you will have to pay me for it."

Zhang Weidong knocked off his hand, tired and impatient: "Hurry up if you want to do it, I'm sleepy, I need to go to bed early."

"You won't be able to sleep tonight." Xiao Jun so tore off his bathrobe, stroked his firm and hot chest, and played with his tits erotically: "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, at least I have to go to ten It's been half a month, I have to play a good game with you tonight, we will fight for three hundred rounds."

Zhang Weidong was extremely bored, but he couldn't refuse. He picked up the white wine bottle and gulped himself a few mouthfuls, wishing he could die of drunkenness.

Xiao Junso didn't stop Zhang Weidong, but just licked along the opponent's neck all the way up to the corner of his mouth, and wiped away the spilled wine with the tip of his tongue.

His breath was hot and lingering.