The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

"She can act something."

Sun Gulan's mind flicked through the animation she just saw on the news, and she felt her temples throbbing violently.

Words squeezed out from between the teeth, "Splitting bricks."

When Sun Gulan thought that other wealthy wives would also see Jiang Nan's stupid appearance on TV, she trembled with anger.

A look of obvious disgust flashed in his eyes.

When Jiang Hanjiao heard this, she was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.

"Mom, don't blame my sister, she doesn't know anything, she tried her best to chop bricks."

"Forget it, don't mention her."

Sun Gulan pressed the center of her eyebrows, "Hurry up and go to school after breakfast, don't delay your studies."

Jiang Hanjiao glanced at the time and responded.

Suddenly remembered something, Jiang Hanjiao put down the spoon, and said with some embarrassment: "Mom, I may not be going home recently."

Sun Gulan: "Is there something wrong at school?"

"Yeah." Jiang Hanjiao squeezed her fingers and smiled obediently, "I heard that Dr. Lao wants to recruit students, so I want to work hard."

"Doctor Law?"

Sun Gulan's pupils shrank.

Even if she had always maintained her elegance, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Could it be Doctor Lao Yelei?"

Jiang Hanjiao nodded.

Sun Gulan's hands resting on the table trembled, her chest heaved slightly, and there was a hint of thought hidden deep in her shrewd eyes.

The Jiang family is in the pharmaceutical industry.

The assets are not bad, but it is not enough to put it in the huge imperial capital.

Over the years, with the changes in the economic situation, the Jiang family has also begun to decline, and they can only stay humble in front of other wealthy families.

If Jiang Hanjiao can get in touch with Lao Yelei, then the Jiang family will definitely be able to squeeze God's real upper class!

Thinking of this, Sun Gulan couldn't help becoming excited, she clenched her hands and said with a smile: "Okay, Jiaojiao, the future of the Jiang family depends on you."

"Mom." Jiang Hanjiao bent her lips sensiblely, "Don't worry, I will work hard."

After Jiang Hanjiao left, Sun Gulan still didn't calm down, so after thinking about it, she transferred 20 pocket money into Jiang Hanjiao's bank card.

Sent another message.

[Jiaojiao, if you are short of money, tell your mother, you can't wrong yourself by living in school. 】

After Sun Gulan finished all this, she was about to exit the mobile banking interface, but she caught a glimpse of the previous record of transferring 2 yuan to Jiang Nan.

She vaguely remembered that this seemed to be the living expenses she gave Jiang Nan a year ago.

It seems that this year has not been given?

Sun Gulan frowned, entered Jiang Nan's bank card number, and wrote 20,000 in the transfer amount.

After a few seconds, the money was not transferred, and he exited the transfer interface again.

Sun Gulan's eyes froze and her face was cold.

Put down the phone calmly.

Forget it.

There's no point in wasting the money.

There is no need to spend money to support a useless daughter.

***

The next day.

Idol 101 training base.

Jiang Nan's team got a good night's sleep because the arrangement was completed.

The mornings are full of energy.

"Jiang Jiang, we already talked to the choreographer W last night." Lou Shuyun looked at Jiang Nan, his eyes sparkling, full of anticipation, "They will come over to help us choreograph soon."

Choreographer w is a professional choreographer invited by the program group.

Little known in the industry.

Jiang Nan bent his elbows, rested his head on it, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

She hadn't heard of any w choreographers, so she didn't express her opinion.

Just a low "huh".

He didn't speak any more.

Others are still chatting.

Compared with Lou Shuyun's expectations, Ban Xia was a little worried.

"I heard that the choreographer w arranged by the program group has exactly ten people. It should be one for each team. I don't know which one we can get."

***

At this moment.

There are also endless debates within the choreographer w.

"Who wants to be the choreographer of Jiang Nan's group?"

The head of the group, Xi Die, tapped her hand on the table twice.

This time, there were ten people from the w choreography group, including Xi Die, a total of eleven.

Xi Die is in a semi-retired state and is only in charge of coordinating.

The other ten people are all good seedlings recruited by the w choreography company this year, and they are quite capable.

A few seconds later, Xi Die simply designated a person, "Song He, you..."

Before finishing this sentence, Song He hurriedly said: "Leader, isn't it a group for each person? I will take Lou Xingmeng's group, and I made a deal with them last night."

Xi Die frowned, her eyes focused, "What about the others, who else hasn't settled down yet?"

All around fell into silence.

No one speaks.

Choreography not only requires the acuity and flexibility of the choreographer itself, but also has great demands on the dancers.

No one wants the dance that they have worked so hard to make up to be danced to pieces.

They have also seen the first show video of Jiang Nan's group.

It is really unsightly.

Letting them dance choreography is a waste.

Therefore, when Lou Shuyun reported last night that he needed to hire a choreographer to do the choreography, they almost unanimously bound one by one with other teams.

So as not to be rubbed against by Jiang Nan's group.

Xi Die felt a headache, she could understand the thoughts of Song He and others.

It's just that Jiang Nan's overall singing and dancing skills are weak, and there is only one creative player, and the songs they compose may be unsightly.

But, is Jiang Nan really going to be alone?

Just when Xi Die felt embarrassed, there was a voice in the air, "I'll go."

Xi Die looked at him, raised her eyes, a little surprised, and asked again, "Gu Fu, are you... sure?"

Gu Fu's appearance is cold and hard, and he usually speaks a few words in a few words.

Introverted.

Dancing with women's troupes is simply a natural incompatibility.

Xi Die felt that it was against harmony to choreograph for a team that everyone hated.

"En." Gu Fu nodded, feeling a little depressed.

He also tried to choreograph for other teams, but because he was not good at words, he soon received disgusted eyes from the trainees.

There is nothing wrong with Jiang Nan's group.

Just choreograph.

Xi Die didn't say anything, and said gently:

"Then you go. Jiang Nan's group may indeed be weaker. If you can't solve it, come and find me."

***

When Gu Fu arrived at the rehearsal room, he put down his backpack without saying a word.

His back bounced straight, as if he was a little nervous.

"Hi, teacher." Lou Shuyun tentatively opened his mouth, and handed over the sheet music, "This is our sheet music, please take a look."

Gu Fu responded and looked down at the score.

Seeing this, I was stunned.