I earn merit in the entertainment industry

The two of them entered the door almost front to back.

When Zhou Jingyun entered the house, Zhan Haiyang had just put the millet porridge in the pot.

Watching the man enter the house, Zhan Haiyang turned on the gas stove and came over eagerly.

After holding it in all night, he still wanted to show off to Zhou Jingyun that he now had a spokesperson.

He reached out proactively and helplessly to help the man take off his coat.

Holding the coat, just as he was about to hang it on the hanger at the door, a faint scent of perfume hit his nose.

Zhan Haiyang's hand hanging the clothes stopped immediately.

No wonder the boss went to eat that ridiculously expensive Western food today.

It turned out that I was going to have an appointment with a beautiful lady.

Zhan Haiyang tried his best to ignore the strange feeling rising in his heart.

Didn't the boss have someone to accompany him and eat high-end steak again? Why do you still send him a message telling him that he wants to eat millet porridge?

Are you really just treating him as a tool to vent your anger?

As a result, he made various excuses while eating the hot pot, and hurried back under the very puzzled looks of those people.

If he had known this was the case, he would have stayed and continued playing with Gao Junqi and the others.

Zhan Haiyang's eyes dimmed, he put on a smile and deliberately teased, "Boss, I have a beautiful woman to accompany me to dinner today."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt a little regretful.

He has no right to ask who the boss eats with.

Moreover, these words sounded sour and a little bit like that.

When Zhou Jingyun heard this, he stopped to change his shoes.

His eyes swept around the coat in Zhan Haiyang's hand.

Recalling Pei Yanyan's strong smell that seemed to have been caused by an overturned perfume bottle, it suddenly became clear.

He asked funnyly without answering, "Why, so you still have a dog nose?"

Seeing the annoyed look on the young man's face, Zhou Jingyun unconsciously added a few more words.

"He is an inconsequential person. He just dealt with it."

"The smell is so bad that I can't even eat." He wrinkled his nose in disgust and reached out to touch his stomach.

"When will the millet porridge be ready?"

Zhan Haiyang didn't know why, but he suddenly felt comfortable.

If you don't treat him as a tool and just play around with him, then it won't be considered a wasted trip if he rushes back like this.

"Millet porridge cooks quickly, but it will taste better if you cook it for a few more minutes."

Zhou Jingyun nodded and simply went in first to change out of the clothes that were still stained with the smell of perfume.

When he came out in home clothes, millet porridge was already on the table.

Zhan Haiyang was sitting at the table, peeling a salted duck egg he bought at some point.

Zhou Jingyun is used to seeing all kinds of food at his home.

He took one look at the golden and oily duck eggs, and suddenly felt that his appetite had returned.

"These duck eggs were given to me by my grandma's neighbor. Grandma Li is very good at pickling salted duck eggs. I brought a few for you to try."

Zhou Jingyun nodded and picked up the porcelain spoon.

Under the warm yellow chandelier, the two sat quietly opposite each other.

For a few minutes, no one spoke, but the atmosphere still felt natural and comfortable.

The millet porridge has just come out of the pot and is still a little hot.

Zhou Jingyun didn't eat very fast. When he had eaten less than half of the bowl, he heard Zhan Haiyang's slightly proud voice.

"Boss, do you know about our live broadcast this afternoon?"

In fact, everyone in the company usually calls him "Mr. Zhou", and few people would use such a down-to-earth name as "boss".

When Zhan Haiyang first called him that, he was a little uncomfortable.

Every time I feel like a contractor with a hard hat on his head, a cigarette in his mouth, and his trousers covered in mud on the dirt road at the construction site.

Later, when I heard him yell more often, I actually developed a somewhat strange sense of intimacy.

It's like when a person is wandering alone on the streets of Paris and catches sight of the Northeastern lady's big flowered coat among the crowd.

Zhou Jingyun nodded.

The overbearing president's baggage was a bit heavy and he didn't admit that he had watched almost the whole thing.

"You have made such a big fuss and it has become a hot search topic. How can I still know about it?"

Zhan Haiyang was used to Zhou Jingyun's way of saying good things and bad things, and he didn't care at all.

"Last time I went to the Lin family, Master Zhang said that I had some small successes. I think he was exaggerating."

"In my opinion, people who build schools for children like you, boss, and people who selflessly dedicate themselves to children like Principal Chen are the ones who have great merit."

"Also, now I feel that it is better for people to have money."

"In the afternoon, Gao Junqi opened his mouth and said that he would donate 100,000 yuan to Hope Primary School. I remember the snow disaster fundraiser before, and he also donated several million in one go, without blinking an eye."

"Boss, tell me, will I ever have such a day?"

Zhan Haiyang said, laughing a little sheepishly.

I don't know why, but in front of Zhou Jingyun, he always accidentally said his true feelings.

Zhou Jingyun raised his eyebrows, "Do you know about money?"

If other artists said this in front of him, he would definitely think that they were engaging in green tea literature.

Overtly or covertly, he accuses the company of giving him few resources, or asks for resources from him.

But this was said by the little idiot, so he can be sure:

The meaning of this little idiot's words is really just envy of other people's wealth.

Sure enough, the young man sitting opposite him nodded matter-of-factly.

"On the way back, I listened to them calling their agents to contact the merchants, and I felt envious."

After saying this, Zhan Haiyang realized that he seemed to be asking for resources, and he touched the back of his head and laughed.

"Hey, boss, don't get me wrong. I'm not asking you for resources. Just now -"

Zhan Haiyang was about to tell him about Lin Rong's call when Zhou Jingyun raised his hand and interrupted him.

The man continued to drink his porridge casually, "What kind of resources do you want, I'll ask Deng Zian to help you arrange it."

Zhan Haiyang was stunned. Didn't he just say that he didn't need resources? Why did the boss still give him resources?

He quickly said, "Boss, I'm not here to ask you for resources, I -"

Zhou Jingyun looked a little impatient, "I know the plan Zhang Xianglan made for you before, and I don't want to accept the endorsement so soon. But plans are dead, people are alive."

"Just because you accept an endorsement, it doesn't mean that your work is no longer solid, and your path will be unstable."

A dork is a dork.

If other artists had the opportunity to come to his house all day long, they probably wouldn't have known that they would have asked for resources hundreds of years ago.

Only he, not only himself, said nothing about it.

Now that he has taken the initiative to say that he wants to give it, he is still pushing back and forth.

Zhou Jingyun glared at Zhan Haiyang with some hatred.

I heard the young man say aggrievedly, "Boss, I really don't need you to help me make arrangements anymore."

"Lin Rong called me in the afternoon and said that Lin's company has two resources for me. I have already agreed."

Zhou Jingyun twisted his eyebrows and looked unhappy.