I earn merit in the entertainment industry

In the blink of an eye, several days have passed since the "Seven Days to See You" incident.

Zhan Haiyang followed his plan and went back to his grandma's house to do some simple cleaning.

The rest of the time, I basically ran between the dormitory and the hospital.

Zhan Haiyang obviously felt that he was talking and laughing as before, but he didn't know how his grandma could tell.

At noon that day, grandma suddenly asked.

"Yangyang, are you worried about something these days?"

Zhan Haiyang raised his head in surprise and looked at his grandma with silver hair.

Grandma was sitting on the hospital bed, looking much better than she had been a few days ago.

"You've been in a daze these past two days."

Grandma smiled softly, "Grandma just cares about you. If you don't want to say it, it's okay. Just pretend that grandma didn't ask."

Zhan Haiyang hesitated for a few seconds, and finally just picked up the script in his hand and showed it to his grandma.

"Nothing's wrong, I just feel a little nervous about going to class."

"Grandma, you know, I have been most afraid of being scolded by the teacher since I was a child."

Grandma didn't know whether he believed it or not, but she didn't ask any more questions and even encouraged him a few words.

Zhan Haiyang joked with his grandma for a while, then his eyes fell back to the mobile phone placed aside.

In fact, he didn't know how to tell his grandma about it.

Could it be that I, a man who has served in the military, can’t stand it because netizens said a few unfair words?

Or is it that because of the overwhelming slander, I have given up and no longer want to be an artist?

He himself felt that he was being hypocritical.

He knew that Mr. Zhou and Sister Lan's handling of the matter was extremely appropriate.

Panying didn't dare to send out the "meet you at seven o'clock" manuscript that he had originally prepared.

Brother Nan and Xiaorong's second senior brother, Director Guo, all stood up to speak for him.

But he didn't know why, he just felt aggrieved and felt something was wrong.

How has the Internet become a tool for malicious people to slander others?

The cost of crime is too low, and it doesn't matter at all if you confuse right and wrong and make up random things.

There are also those netizens who hold themselves to be righteous. They generalize about things they hear and criticize them with words and writings.

In the evening, he called Jiang Bolin and wanted to ask him how to adjust his mentality.

"If you can be hacked by others, it means you are famous!"

"I'm sorry, I don't have this experience. I am a fool who has never been hacked by the entire Internet. I said, Zhan Haiyang, are you coming to me for comfort or to stimulate me?"

Jiang Bolin didn't give him any advice. Instead, he pulled him over and talked about what he had.

"Ah, did you know that it turns out that the so-called family banquet of the Lin family is something that many artists want to join in on?"

"It's just a pity that I can't go to the family dinner with you."

"My agent informed me that I will join the team directly tomorrow morning."

For Jiang Bolin, no matter how many opportunities there are for the Lin family's family dinner, it is better to be down-to-earth and participate in this talent show.

Before Zhan Haiyang had time to comfort him, he started chattering again about his nervousness.

"This is really the last chance I give myself, what should I do? I'm too nervous."

He was always as happy as someone who found money all day long, but every time this topic was brought up, he would be visibly depressed.

He was afraid that if he didn't form a group, he would not be reconciled and would want to give himself another chance.

To put it nicely, he was chasing his dream.

To put it bluntly, he is actually consuming his parents' love for him.

"But this time I went back and looked. My parents are really old. I can't bear to see them working early in the morning and late at night again."

Zhan Haiyang was silent for a while.

Jiang Bolin is different from him. Jiang Bolin really loves singing and dancing.

He enjoys being on stage.

"Then you should try your best and don't leave any regrets to yourself."

After encouraging Jiang Bolin, Zhan Haiyang hung up the phone and sent another WeChat message asking Gao Junqi.

Unexpectedly, Gao Junqi, who had a full schedule, actually responded to his message instantly.

"If you like to talk, just talk. If you like to scold, just scold."

"They can scold me, but I don't have to read it. If I don't read it, I'll treat it as if I don't know."

"Besides, this kind of software on my phone has been deleted by my agent, so I can't even look at it."

Zhan Haiyang thought for a long time and actually thought his method was good.

I don’t know how to solve it yet, so let’s be an ostrich first.

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This was the first time he saw the little fool dressed so formally.

Zhou Jingyun's eyes moved away from the open laptop and quickly glanced at the young man who was getting into the car.

Sure enough, a man is made by his clothes. With this suit, which cost more than 100,000 yuan and was borrowed from a brand, the little fool seemed to be surrounded by gold.

Zhang Xianglan is indeed a face control person who can sign people into the company just by looking at their faces.

The navy blue slim-fitting suit jacket seems to have a simple and ordinary design, but it clearly outlines the owner's wide shoulders and narrow waist.

The shape of the little dork really fits the lens very well.

Otherwise, the original stills of the fifth senior brother would not have aroused heated discussions among netizens.

Zhan Haiyang got into the car and looked at the interior of the car curiously.

Mr. Zhou did not drive his own car today, but also changed to a Range Rover.

What man doesn't like cars?

Zhan Haiyang was about to ask Zhou Jingyun about the car. When he turned around, he saw the man staring at the computer screen intently.

Immediately, I didn't dare to move any more, for fear of disturbing the boss's busy work.

Zhan Haiyang had nothing to do and could only look out the car window.

The Lin family's family banquet was held at a villa of the Lin family in Deyu Villa. It would take almost an hour to drive there from the company in the city center without traffic jams.

Sister Zian called him yesterday.

When he arranged to go back to the company to try on clothes and do styling at noon today, he really realized that the level of this family banquet was probably equivalent to some kind of party.

In the afternoon, he finished styling, and Sister Lan came over to take a look.

She muttered, "Sure enough, the horse relies on the saddle and the man relies on the clothes." Then she told him with a strange expression that he would ride there tonight in Mr. Zhou's car.

"In our company, the artists who received invitations have their own professional teams, and they do not return to the company for styling."

After all, the Lin family's family banquet is not just for cats and dogs.

Those who can receive the invitation letter are probably already famous and have families.

Only her Zhan Haiyang is a little fool who doesn't even have a special car.

She could only apply for a car from logistics.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhou found out about this from somewhere, and asked his assistant to call her, saying that Zhan Haiyang would go with him in his car.

Oh, I understand. Mr. Zhou, who rarely lets people use his car, this time you are just doing it to save gas for the company!

It's definitely not "I just want to ride in a car with him."

"Mr. Zhou said that he is going anyway, so you can just take his car."

"Row."

Zhan Haiyang didn't notice anything wrong and nodded straightforwardly.

In fact, as long as the company reimburses him, there is no problem for him to take a taxi.

I just don’t understand why Sister Lan looked at him even weirder after he agreed.