who called him an onion essence

In early November, there was a heavy snowfall in Zhongjing.

Yang Cong was falling asleep in the general education class, when he suddenly felt the drawer shaking, reached out to touch it, and saw the message Qi Kuang sent him: "Should we shoot commercials? There is a lot of money."

Suddenly sober, Yang Cong took a peek at the teacher who was spitting on the podium, and replied to Qi Kuang, "What advertisement?"

The other side answered quickly: "Perfume. Low-end. Sigh, I'm about to become your manager now, looking for all kinds of jobs for you to make money..."

"Hey, I'm sorry, Uncle Qi, I've been busy writing scripts recently, and I'll forget to go to Weibo for a while." Yang Cong twitched his fingers.

"Don't be poor, come to the interview on Friday, the same location as the previous show, on the fifth floor."

Yang Cong sighed: "They all like being in hotels...it's really nothing new."

Qi Kuang complained about him: "If you have money, you will get it."

"Right."

"Ha ha."

On Friday, Yang Cong went out early in the morning, skipped a class without psychological pressure, and arrived at the fifth floor of the hotel almost half an hour earlier.The interview took place in a small banquet hall on the left, and there were not many people who came to the audition. Perhaps because the brand was about to enter the Chinese market, and there was not much information released to the outside world, it was soon Yang Cong's turn to line up.

He kept wearing the earphones until the person in front left, and then he took them off, and soon he heard his assistant call his name.Because it was an ad with a modern background, no clothing was provided, and Yang Cong only had a perfume in his hand.People from the advertising side lined up, sitting in the banquet hall, a blond woman waited for him to bow and salute, and spoke in Mandarin: "You were an actor before, I also watched that... The one playing the leader of the Demon Cult is very beautiful inside. This time our perfume theme is 'secret love', if you want to express that kind of ambiguous emotion, you can use it freely."

"No script?" Yang Cong blinked.

"Correct."

Since he can act at will, Yang Cong will of course use his best crying scene, and he plans to act in two scenes, one is the boy who wants to give away perfume but hesitates;It just so happens that the perfume is a complete set, and the two bottles fit together, which is quite in line with his idea.

"Then I'll start."

As the words fell, Yang Cong lowered his head, and when he looked up again, he had turned into a boy who had a crush on someone.He was holding the bottle of perfume in his fair hand, and opened it gently, as if he smelled an ambiguous and shy smell.The boy blushed suddenly, as if he had passed by a girl by chance and smelled the fragrance from the ends of her hair.He looked at the half-opened perfume bottle, like looking at the person he had a crush on, and slowly shed tears.

The foreign woman suddenly sat up straight. Although Yang Cong's performance was very simple, it was very natural, as if it really reminded her of the boy who once pursued her. .

Then, Yang Cong gave her another surprise, restrained his sad expression, put on another bottle of perfume, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.Although there was only one person, he stood there as if he was facing the girl he liked.The other party accepted his love and offered perfume in return.The young man wept with joy, with tears in his eyes, and just by looking at him, he could feel the youthful and beautiful emotion.

After the audition, Yang Cong went back directly.When he received the news again, he was not surprised at all, and even negotiated with the other party to get a free set of perfume after the shoot.

The advertisement is a small matter, he just likes the smell of this perfume, and brought it back to Yang Sheng... It's also good as an air freshener.

Of course, Yang Sheng was reluctant to use it, and put the perfume in a glass cabinet for collection, that's another story.

There were not many professional courses in his junior year. After filming the commercial, Yang Cong gradually reduced his work in this area, and started to concentrate on writing scripts. With Qi Kuang's introduction to him, he got to know many screenwriters in the circle.His previous advertising experience also gave him a little inspiration, so he tried this type of writing a little bit, but he was really liked and bought.

After Qi Kuang found out, he clamored for him to treat him, without even considering that he was the older one...

"Does the elder understand?" Qi Kuang was very shameless.

Yang Cong retorted: "You don't love children yet."

Cheng Jun, who was in charge of ordering, looked up for a few moments, then continued to choose what Kuang liked to eat, and checked each one carefully.

At the dinner table, the two guys who were almost 20 years younger kept bickering. Cheng Jun served Qi Kuang with food as usual, and took care of Yang Cong by the way.Stimulated by their show of affection, Yang Cong curled his lips: "Oh, I also want to bring my uncle here..."

Cheng Jun suddenly remembered something, paused, and turned to ask him; "Is your uncle still opening shops around the film and television city?"

Yang Cong nodded: "Well, the business of several stores is very good."

Qi Kuang also realized something, swallowed the vegetables in his mouth, and patted the table: "Is it the one you want to invest in and develop?"

"Investment?" Yang Cong's eyes widened curiously.

"Yes, I heard that the local area will invest in the reconstruction of the film and television city recently, and the surrounding area will also be included. When it is completed, there will be a special food area inside." Qi Kuang racked his brains, recalling what he heard from his elder brother.

Cheng Jun echoed, "It looks like there may be news of demolition at the beginning of next year. If you decide to stay and open shops there, it would be nice to have a few shops in the film and television city."

Yang Cong didn't know much about this aspect, so he subconsciously looked at Qi Kuang.Surprised by him, Qi Kuang coughed a few times, and said, "Our family... someone below is in charge of this project. If necessary, I can just talk to my brother." Speaking of this, his eyes lit up, Shouting: "Come, come, come and hug your Uncle Qi's thigh."

"Then I might as well find Brother Cheng." Yang Cong laughed at him mercilessly.

"What's the use of you looking for him?" Qi Kuang knocked on the rice bowl with his chopsticks, and was stopped forcefully within a few strokes.

Cheng Jun looked serious: "No knocking on the bowl."

Qi Kuang bowed his head: "Oh..."

Yang Cong looked amused, and gave Qi Kuang a "really so" look: "Brother Cheng can blow the wind on the pillow, so that Uncle Qi is willing to do anything."

Immediately his cheeks were flushed, Qi Kuang faltered and didn't say a word, so he gave Cheng Jun a hard look.

Cheng Jun smiled.

Qi Kuang was defeated.

"It's okay if you don't stay there, come to Zhongjing, I'll cover you." After a while, Qi Kuang teased Yang Cong restlessly, "It's also convenient for you to stay here, big screenwriter?"

Yang Cong fell into deep thought and put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Cheng Jun, who was pouring tea for Qi Kuang to relieve his tiredness, felt a little regretful, he shouldn't have blurted out just now, so he had to persuade him: "Eat first, we will talk about business later."

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With something in his mind, Yang Cong thought about it, and secretly asked for leave to go home, dragging his luggage and shocking Yang Sheng.

"Why did you come back suddenly?" Yang Sheng thought he was wronged, and his expression was serious.

Yang Cong threw the luggage on the ground, and pulled Yang Sheng to sit on the sofa: "Uncle, do you plan to stay here forever?"

Yang Sheng felt suddenly: "What's wrong?"

"I heard from Uncle Qi that soon this place will invest in a film and television city, and the surrounding areas may have to be relocated. If you want to stay, he can help us get a few more beds in the film and television city. You can also move directly to Zhongjing, then It's the territory of the Qi family, so it's easy to do anything." Yang Cong drank his saliva, and poured out the matter all at once.

Having never considered leaving this small city, Yang Sheng froze for a moment, frowning in distress.However, if he could go to Zhongjing...he glanced at Yang Cong, he would definitely have more room for development in Zhongjing in the future, and if he came back, it would only hinder the other party's performance. "I have to think about it carefully." Yang Sheng pinched the position between his eyes, unable to make a decision for the time being.

Yang Cong knew that this shop was left to him by Master Yang Sheng, and this house was full of memories.He didn't say anything more, leaned over and hugged each other, rubbing his head lightly on his shoulder to show comfort.

In the end, Yang Cong didn't stay for a few days and hurried back to school, leaving behind the two bottles of perfume he got for free last time.Yang Sheng put it away carefully, and then began to inquire about the surrounding planning of the film and television city.It just so happened that the owner of the spice shop in the market had a relative in the city hall, and heard some specious gossip.After Yang Sheng combined the information from both sides, he had to admit that maybe these shops and houses would not be able to stay soon.

There are advantages and disadvantages, and the money he will get at that time should be a lot, enough for him to develop in Zhongjing.

After half a month of deliberation, Yang Sheng finally dialed the phone and told Yang Cong the good news: "Let's stay in Zhongjing together." Although he doesn't like the guy named Qi very much, he should stop being jealous when it comes to business.

"Really?" Yang Cong didn't feel happy, but immediately asked Yang Sheng how he felt, "Uncle, don't you like it there..."

"I don't particularly like it, I'm just used to it." Yang Sheng sighed.

Yang Cong twirled the pen in his hand, and when he heard it fall on the table with a "click", he suddenly came back to his senses: "I'm also used to being with my uncle."

Yang Sheng could hear the excitement in his tone: "Okay."

"Anyway, there's still a long time... I celebrate my birthday this year, uncle, are you coming?" Yang Cong didn't intend to talk too much about this matter, so he changed the subject abruptly and asked a little nervously.

Suddenly remembering that this is the child's nominal "" birthday, Yang Sheng's eyes darkened, but his expression remained calm: "Well, I'll accompany you."

Hearing this veritable good news, Yang Cong burst into laughter, but he was afraid of disturbing his roommate who was concentrating on studying, so he had no choice but to suppress the urge to scream: "I'll wait for you."

Yang Sheng also became inexplicably nervous: "Yes."