Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub

Xue Ping didn’t get along with the two of them, but there are some things to say clearly: “Under the company, I don’t know when there will be someone squatting. When that happens, people don’t care if you’re squatting or not, you can take a picture first.”

Duan Congzhi comforted him: "Don't worry, Qin's legal affairs are very powerful."

Seeing Xue Ping staring at him, Duan Congzhi promised: "Pay attention next time."

He looked at Xue Ping's face, "Do you still want to have another time?", and added: "Next time you will get out of the car after holding it in the car."

Xue Ping: "..."

When they returned to the office, the people in it greeted them one after another. After asking, they continued to do their own thing. Only Mr. Orange pulled Duan Congzhi's trouser legs and wanted to climb up. Duan Congzhi bent over and hugged him.

The moment he hugged him, he paused and asked Xue Ping, "Is it fatter again."

Xue Ping couldn't say that he liked the cat, but he didn't feel any ill feelings. He stretched out his hand and squashed his orange head: "Feed like a pig, can it be heavy?"

He took Duan Congzhi into the small meeting room.

Xue Ping deliberately turned the lounge into a private space entirely owned by Duan Congzhi, so that he can relax in it when he gets busy in the future, so usually no one enters except Duan Congzhi and Ju.

Xue Ping took a stack of scripts and put them on the table, in addition to the invitation letter and some other documents. He pointed to the invitation letter and said: "The company had a charity dinner a year ago, and you have to attend it."

Duan Congzhi didn't feel much. This is a face-saving project for the wealthy. The Qin family has a charity fund, and Qin Ke personally supervises the operation. The accounts are regularly published on the website, and only long-term volunteers are recruited.

He has never attended this kind of charity dinner, but he has heard of it somehow and knows the routine.

"Should I prepare a lot?"

Xue Ping reminded him: "Your current fame and the amount of the lot doesn't matter. If you don't want to be overshadowed, just keep a low profile."

Duan Congzhi nodded and said he knew it.

Xue Ping showed him a few more endorsements, and then said: "These endorsements are actually pretty good as a starting point. They have limited advertising costs, so they are optimistic about your development and make an investment."

Duan Congzhi took a brief look. It is basically fast-moving consumer goods such as beverages and snacks. The unit price is low, the audience is wide, and the endorsement time is short. They will start next year.

This is investing in his "Deduction of Life" and "Wenjian 2".

He intuitively felt that Xue Ping had something to say, so he put it down after reading it and waited for his next words. The last thing Xue Ping has in his hand is the preliminary clause sent by Kyushu.

"This is of course the highest weight. If you have no concerns, I suggest you pick up Kyushu directly. The public does not know your relationship with Qin, but you have natural trust in a company like Kyushu. If you take the endorsement, yes. Your business value will be greatly improved."

Xue Ping said that, and Duan Congzhi would of course take it.

"Then I will contact that side, I signed it a year ago, and I will announce it when the variety show is broadcast."

"You decide."

"There is also a stage invitation, the Lantern Festival Gala on the local station, not too big or too small."

Duan Congzhi was surprised: "Is there anyone else asked me to sing?"

Xue Ping couldn't say enough: "How is it possible? Just your voice, they dare to invite me, but they dare not answer, they invite you to perform martial arts."

There is no pressure on Duan Congzhi. For the time being, he has no scenes to shoot. The projects Xue Ping brought over are all projects that Chuangshi may prepare for next year. It is still early.

"Then go."

Xue Ping added a note to the first draft of his itinerary, while saying: "It's a collective performance, you take the lead, and then you can practice and cooperate with others."

Having said this, Xue Ping motioned him to look at the script: "There are movies and TV series, you can watch them first." He explained to Duan Congzhi, "These are invested in from outside. After a preliminary screening, Chuangshi may not The meeting will be held, and the company will have a meeting to discuss it... If you are particularly satisfied, you can also put it forward as a reference."

Duan Congzhi knew that this was his task for the next period of time. Xue Ping was actually very accurate in reading the script. Even if he was optimistic about it, he would not rush. He wanted Duan Congzhi to choose how many things he wanted.

Dress is a very important part of the dinner. Duan Congzhi's current worth and what brand he wears are too conspicuous, so he decided to wear his own tailor.

Even if he is not in Qin's house, his cloakroom is being updated on time. If he needs anything, someone will send him a call. But Duan Congzhi didn't. He asked Qin Ke to call him when he was at home and asked Qin Ke to go to his cloakroom to pick him clothes.

Qin's house is very large, and after living together for so many years, they generally do not enter each other's private space.

The cloakroom is connected to the bedroom, and of course it is also a private space. Qin Ke came in for the first time.

Most of Qin Ke's clothes are formal, Duan Congzhi has everything here, mostly bright colors, just like him.

Duan Congzhi clearly can directly open the video to choose by himself, but relying on Qin Ke not to take the initiative to mention it, he asked him to pick it for himself: "Trouble Mr. Qin to pick me a hand-made one without a brand logo."

Qin Ke took one piece from a shelf. There was no brand logo, only the signature of the tailor.

"Mr. Zhang's."

Duan Congzhi didn't actually think of Master Zhang's style. Qin Ke chose him and said yes, leaving himself a little surprise. Anyway, the clothes sent to Qin's house cannot be topless.

Qin Ke had no good eyes and had a bottom line. Duan Congzhi didn't really care about his figure and what his clothes were.

"Oh, please pick me a pair of pants and a shirt with the same color."

The phone was very quiet, and the room was carpeted so that I could not hear the footsteps.

After a while, Qin Ke said, "Okay."

Duan Congzhi envisioned Qin Ke walking in his cloakroom and picking clothes for him. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he continued to support others: "There are accessories, ties or bow ties... brooches, collar clips, cufflinks, handkerchiefs, watches. ."

"Right, there are belts."

Duan Cong said in one tone. This time, Qin Ke hadn't spoken for a long time, and Duan Congzhi couldn't help urging, "Are you okay?"

Ordinary people may report the progress, or how long it will take, Qin Ke no, he will only say, "No."

After another two minutes, Duan Congzhi asked again: "Okay?"

"No."

Duan Congzhi has fun, and asks him from time to time, okay?

Being so urged by him, Qin Ke still did not rush, his gaze stayed on the brooch, and after selecting it, he stretched out his hand to remove it, and his tone was not impatient: "No."

Duan Congzhi laughed: "Is it so long?"

Qin Ke glanced at the time for thirteen minutes, without speaking.

It didn't take long, but what he did had no practical significance. He could find someone to match it and send it to Duan Congzhi.

But Congzhi wants him to choose.

Qin Ke chose a tie clip and a bow tie. After another five minutes, he finally said, "Okay."

Duan Congzhi smiled: "Then I will go to Qin before the dinner tomorrow."

"Great."

The next day, Duan Congzhi arrived at the company at nine o'clock and took it until the evening. Xue Ping reminded him: "Don't forget it at night."

"I didn't forget, my clothes are at Qin Ke's."

Obviously it is more convenient for him to send it, but he has to pick it up by himself. Xue Ping has become accustomed to his endless little tricks, and only tells him not to be late at night.

In order to avoid wrinkles, a three-dimensional hanger was added to Qin Ke's lounge, on which clothes Qin Ke picked for him hung.

Duan Cong looked at the white suit with a little sequins, and turned to look at Qin Ke. The little one was very meaningful: "San Ye likes white?"

The shirt is white, and the pants are of course also white. He didn't expect Qin Ke to pick one for him.

Qin Ke said: "Appropriate."

Duan Congzhi didn't know where he could see that he was suitable for white, but since Qin Ke picked it...white should be white. He changed his clothes in the lounge.

He didn't wear a tie. This suit ranges from a shirt to a suit. Obviously a bow tie is more suitable. The tie clip is probably because he mentioned that Qin Ke chose it.

Qin Ke is also in a suit and tie at the company. Duan Congzhi rarely sees what he wears as a formal dress, at most a casual suit and shirt.

He suddenly thought of Qin Ke with a black silk flower on his chest that he saw when he floated on the tombstone. He felt a little sad. He took off the brooch at random, walked over to Qin Ke and put it on him.

In fact, it is not very suitable, and Duan Congzhi is not ready to take it down.

He explained: "Brother Xue asked me to keep a low profile."

Qin Ke didn't say anything, the value of the watch in Duan Congzhi's hand was much higher than this brooch, which was all finely divided gems.

Duan Congzhi blinked and looked at Qin Ke: "I heard that there are a lot of people at the auction, and you make me look so conspicuous, what should I do if I am seen by others? What if a bad guy follows me..."

That would probably be taken to the hospital by him.

Qin Ke said: "Come to pick you up."

Duan Congzhi did not leave the Qin family until he reached his goal. The lot he had donated had been handed over to Xue Ping the day before.

Transcision’s dinner is not only attended by people from Transcision. There are a lot of people in the circle. Transcision will invite the media, and there are no donations at the banquet. Only auctions. Lots are donated anonymously. The camera poses the risk of moral kidnapping.

Lin Han also came.

Duan Congzhi hadn't seen him for a long time, and he was a little strange. Xue Ping mentioned to him that Lin Han's fairy tale drama was finished, and he would definitely come out at the end of the year.

Unfortunately, he also wore a white dress.

However, Duan Congzhi, as an internal member of Chuangshi, is not a big celebrity. He entered the scene early and did not appear in many shots with him.

Duan Congzhi was sitting on his seat and eating a small fruit plate, recalling the few people who had been pressed by Qin Ke and kneeled before his grave. One was Lin Han, and the other two were older than Lin Han.

One does not look very healthy, with half-length hair, and can't see the face clearly, but the hair is a sign.

The other one has tattoos, tattoos...

It suddenly occurred to Duan Congzhi that most of those people on that ship also had tattoos.

Unlike ordinary people's tattoos, their tattoos are not decorated out of personal preference, but a certain totem, which is a symbol of certain organizations or families.

That third person, like those on the ship, was from a foreign organization.

The person's complexion was darker, and his face was fierce, and he did match the characteristics of those people. He was also a yellow-skinned person. Duan Congzhi had never thought about it. Now it makes sense. He was in a foreign country, and there should always be a local person.

Lin Han, tattoos, and a long hair.

...

He had to go to Lin Yu to find out if he belonged to the Lin family. The simplest way is to find a Lin family to do a kinship test.

Duan Congzhi was unnecessary and didn't want to get involved in the Lin family affairs.

Behind him is the Qin family, Qin Ke, and the Lin family's family business, which is completely unattractive to him, but he has to know his identity, and he does not want to die unclearly.

The author has something to say: It was two hours late yesterday, and it is two hours early today.