Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

That afternoon, not long after Fu Qinghe left the company's shooting site, the solo poster he shot was hung on the company's artist wall. It was only then that employees from all departments of the company really saw the true face of the handsome guy who had a very special relationship with the boss and about whom the front desk lady had been driving the crazy in various groups since the morning.

After completing the entry formalities, A Le followed Li Ge to familiarize himself with the daily work that an agent needs to do. Fu Qinghe was memorizing his lines in the classroom arranged for him, waiting for the acting teacher to arrive.

After the afternoon meeting, Lan Simiao returned to the office. She wanted to call Fu Qinghe and ask him to wait for her in the classroom after class, but then she remembered that he didn't seem to have a cell phone at all.

So she decided to go over and see how he was doing with his studies.

Lan Simiao came outside the classroom and quietly watched Fu Qinghe learning acting with the acting teacher through the glass window.

Fu Qinghe's face was full of concentration and seriousness. He seemed to have completely become Yan Zhou, the disabled elder brother in the play who had to stay in bed for a long time due to illness. His every move, every line, and even his every cough, could move and distress people, and make people feel unfair for his rough experience.

Finally, his performance ended. Fu Qinghe did not immerse himself in the emotions of this role. He stood up and bowed to the teacher to express his gratitude. The teacher, who was impressed by his acting skills, came forward and patted him on the shoulder in encouragement, praising him for his good acting and sharply pointing out the points where he needed improvement.

For some reason, after the teacher finished speaking, Fu Qinghe's cell phone rang, so he had to fumble around on his own until the teacher came back. He couldn't help but look outside, but there was no one there.

He shook his head helplessly, perhaps he was overthinking it.

Miaomiao, she should be busy with her own things right now, so why would she come to watch him attend class?

"Boss Xiaolan, Fu Qinghe is very talented and has the potential to be a great teacher. I can assure you based on my years of experience as a teacher that he will definitely become a big star in the industry in the future."

"Really? Well, thanks for your good wishes. In the future, I'll have to trouble you, Teacher Li, to take the time to teach my artist." After Lan Simiao hung up the phone, she transferred a considerable sum of money for teaching him.

After the acting teacher finished the class and left, Fu Qinghe sat on the ground, confused for a moment, not knowing where he should go. He was hesitating whether to go upstairs to find Lan Simiao, when he heard three knocks on the half-open door. He turned around and saw Lan Simiao standing there with a faint smile on her face.

"Miao Miao, why are you here?" Fu Qinghe stood up from the ground and walked to the door.

Lan Si Miao reached out and gently took his hand: "I'm here to find you, let's go."

When Fu Qinghe heard her say that she was looking for him, his eyes sparkled. He nodded gently and followed her to the parking lot.

"Miao Miao, where are we going? Home?" Fu Qinghe thought of the key she gave him.

Lan Simiao answered him as she drove out of the garage: "Don't go home yet. I'll take you to eat something delicious, and then we'll go buy a phone. It will be convenient for me to find you if I have a contact number."

Besides, as an artist he also needs to use a mobile phone.

Fu Qinghe nodded: "Yes, I will listen to Miaomiao."

Along the way, Fu Qinghe told Lan Simiao in great detail what happened in class today, like a child on his first day of school.

Jiazhao Building.

"Hey, who is this? Isn't this Fu Qinghe who was fired from our company? Why are you also coming to Jiazhaolou for dinner?"