The rich and powerful

Chapter 8 When Love Has Ended 3
The phone rang, it was Zhou Wei.

"Boss Lin, Miss Rong Ya's operation was very successful, and she is recuperating in a nursing home in the UK. When will you take Miss Rong Ya back to China?"

After a pause, he still said calmly, "Arrange for a few days of recuperation in England first, and then return to China...I will make arrangements."

Zhou Wei was a little dazed when he heard this, "Boss Lin...couldn't be because of Song Yan..."

Zhou Wei couldn't see it. On the other end of the phone, Lin Muchen's face darkened, like dark clouds overwhelming the top, gloomy and terrifying.

"You should know what to say and what not to say."

"Uh...yes, I see..."

Putting down the phone, his lips pursed into a line.

Why does it make her feel annoyed to see her so humble?

Is it because she has become Song Yan whom he doesn't know?

No, no, no, he just didn't want to see her being so humble in front of others, to be humble, and to be by his side.

Under his nose, he saw it.

Squinting his eyes, he clenched his hands, damn it, how long will this woman pretend to refuse his kindness, refuse to meet him, refuse everyone around her, ah, this is not Song Yan at all.

Song Yan accompanied his mother to do the last checkup of this month, and sent her home.

Before closing the door, she said with a smile, "Mom, I found a part-time job and I have to go to work. You should have a good rest."

Chen Guixiang nodded and said, "Well, don't be too tired."

The door closed, and the people outside finally froze their smiles, and secretly touched their pockets, as if... there was no money left.

The person inside the door leaned against the wall and sighed.

Chen Guixiang knew that the family had no money.

Because of her oil bottle, how much money can they spend?No matter how busy Song Yan is usually, he can't save anything. Originally, his family was barely able to live on the government's subsistence allowances. After Song Yan was released from prison, for some reason, their urban subsistence allowances were suddenly and inexplicably canceled.

Probably someone who has offended him before?

But since Lao Song dismounted and passed away, he has never had any contact with those people. After thinking about it for a long time, he still doesn't know who is so cruel.

Now, three people, one student and one sick child, all rely on Song Yan alone.

Think about it, how can those small shoulders support it?

When I got home, I was so exhausted that I didn't know that my steps were vain. I stood for several hours, but it was only a few tens of dollars, which was not enough for a day's expenses, but Song Yan couldn't help it. Now, she still can't find it. Work.

She walked into the room cautiously, but she didn't see Chen Guixiang. Xiao Xiao wanted to go to bed early and get up early, so she was already asleep. Mother should also go to bed early, so why didn't she see anyone.

She went out to search around, but couldn't find it. When she came back, the neighbor on the other side was walking over. She was usually busy and rarely saw her. When she saw her, he came over with a strange expression and pulled her over. , and said, "Xiao Yan, do you know what your mother is doing?"

Song Yan shook his head blankly.

She glanced at the distance with a strange expression on her face, "Go and have a look."

Song Yan suddenly felt uneasy, nodded, and hurried out.

After running two streets, she finally found her mother.

Chen Guixiang was on the other side of the street, which was the night market, and there were people everywhere. She didn't see Song Yan, or, she thought that Song Yan was working part-time outside, and she really wouldn't be back until twelve o'clock.

So she was there very relieved, never thinking that Song Yan would come back.

She was rummaging through the trash can with her head down. She was wearing white half-sleeves, and she looked very old. She was only in her 50s, and half of her hair was already graying. She was looking for it carefully, and someone was throwing it Rubbish, she hurriedly dodged carefully, those people looked at her indifferently, there was no sympathy in their eyes, only contempt full of superiority.

She smiled softly, and waited for the people to leave before going to pick up the mineral water bottles they dropped.

In the bag next to her, there were obviously a lot of bottles.

Song Yan didn't know how many trash bins she had rummaged through in order to accumulate so much.

She almost bit her lips tightly and clasped her palm fiercely. It was not until the pain became numb that she finally resisted the urge to rush over.

Silently back, silently, back home.

When mother came back, she was surprised to see Song Yan.

As if nothing had happened, Song Yan brought her the prepared sour plum soup, "Get off work early today."

Chen Guixiang concealed her embarrassment, sat down hurriedly, and said, "Oh, I'm at your Auntie Li's next door. She brought some small needlework back to do, so I'll do it together."

Song Yan nodded and said nothing.

Seeing that she didn't ask, Chen Guixiang felt relieved.

The next day, Song Yan finally returned to the program group to report.

Su Chenchen was very happy to see her come back, and put his arm around her and said, "Why did you leave without saying a word? We all thought that Producer Zhang deliberately got you away because Mr. Lin took an extra look at you."

Song Yan still just smiled and let them gossip.

Without saying a few words, Zhang Yalan came over, "What are you all doing together? I don't know that the recording will start tomorrow. Is everything done? Or wait for the onstage and offstage tomorrow, and wait for you to finish chatting together?"

Everyone hurriedly dispersed, and Song Yan also bowed his head and walked towards the props group.

But Zhang Yalan stopped her, "Go to the props team, Assistant Zhou said, you go to the production team."

Song Yan raised his head to look at her, and saw that she had an ambiguous disdain on her face, tilted her head, and smiled maliciously, "I just said, in our industry, which one can only come out of relying on the backing, Assistant Zhou is good, yes Lin is always right-hand man, if you do well in the future, you will be promoted step by step." The word "to do" deliberately elongated the tone, making people uncomfortable.

Song Yan bowed his head, "Assistant Zhou...has nothing to do with me..."

Zhang Yalan snorted, "Okay, I don't care if it's irrelevant or not. When you get to the production team, you can do it for me. The production team is no better than the props team. Just do it with your hands. This requires brains. Don't go out." What's wrong."

Song Yan is busy all day.

Because she just came to the production team, she is not familiar with many things. The work of the production team is very chaotic. They have to prepare the program plan, write the program plan well, and cooperate with various departments, including announcements, scripts, props, and directors. I also made props for half a year, so I got started quickly and slowly.

Meetings here are not like big companies. There are decent conference rooms, and meetings are held in a serious manner. Here, everyone sits around the warehouse and talks about their ideas.

Zhang Yalan was at the top, and naturally no one below dared to express any real thoughts, Su Chenchen said, let's not say anything, just sing praises when necessary, and that's enough.

Surrounding him, he saw Lin Muchen coming from a distance.

(End of this chapter)