The winner is crowned king [entertainment circle]

The fate is very coincidental and delicate. Nan Qu, the new photographer of Huilan Magazine, is actually a junior who Xiang Ling asked about his problems in the school debate club. The two have different majors, but they have the same interest and like to debate. Xiang Ling compares Nan Qu One grade higher, he also performed well in clubs. He is responsible and kind. He is often favored by his juniors and younger sisters.

When Ling Mei saw Nanqu that day, Xiang Ling was taken aback, and almost blurted out asking him if he recognized himself. Unfortunately, he was no longer what he used to be. Asking him like this would scare people, so Xiang Ling stopped in time. got out of the car, no tragedy was caused.

Nanqu's attitude towards Xiang Ling is also very good, unlike other people who hear the name Chu Jiang and avoid it in disgust, when Xiang Ling subconsciously called out Nanqu's name, the latter smiled at him respectfully and politely, and then said Hello Mr. Chu.

Xiang Ling agreed that Nanqu's appearance was very old-fashioned, so his smile was also very gentle, like an otherworldly luthier standing with his qin on his back.

"Are you free recently? I want to ask you to take pictures of some of my actors."

In the early stage of the publicity of "Adventure of the Wasteland", the appearance and daily style of the protagonist should be exposed in advance. This adds a gimmick to attract the audience's attention. Besides, several of his actors are quite good-looking, and the photos taken must be good-looking .

Nan Qu nodded slightly: "Okay, let's make an appointment."

Xiang Ling said, "Then tomorrow afternoon."

"Row."

Nanqu graduated with a major in photography. During his time as a student at the school, his photographic works won many awards. Almost every event such as the school’s grand ceremony, the school’s academic affairs office will arrange for him to take pictures on the spot. Every creature has a perception and will choose beauty.

After bidding farewell to Nanqu, Xiang Ling turned the corner and walked towards the office of the general manager of the media center. He is going to the media promotion channel planning book of Zhuang Jin and others today. The welfare for the rest of his life allows him to have more time to rest.

The general manager of the media center is named Sun He. He wears square-frame glasses and looks very gentle. However, there are rumors that he likes to have affairs with the girls in the company. His sweet words have harmed many young and ignorant girls. But there are not a few similar things in the circle, most of them have real hammers, and I dare not say it if I am full of ten, but it can be true with seven or eight.

In Xiang Ling's vocabulary, he only has one word to describe Sun He, which is gentle scum.

Modern Internet literature cannot do without the use of this word as a compliment, to praise a person as provocative, but for Sun He, this word has played its original meaning, which is despicable and dirty.

Xiang Ling knocked on the door before entering, and pushed the door open after getting the answer.

Sun He looked up and saw him coming, found the plan submitted by the planning department on the table, held it in his hand but was not in a hurry to give it to Xiang Ling, but beckoned him to come closer.

"Chu Jiang, I read your information, and I think it's better to tailor the plan for you, and you can come back with your conditions."

Why didn't Xiang Ling know what he meant? Just by looking at his evil eyes, he knew his uneasy kindness.

"No, I've moved behind the scenes. All I want to do now is to improve my actors. As for myself, forget it."

Sun He shook his head and disagreed with him. He stood up and leaned over. Although he kept a distance from Xiang Ling, he still felt the malicious projection.

"Your looks and figure are better than them. I am a person who loves talent. I have also participated in the process of selecting stars over the years. I know this aspect. I will make a project for you. You will definitely be popular."

When it came to the end, Sun He finally couldn't help getting closer, keeping his eyes on each other.

Xiang Ling dodged without a trace, and declined again: "Manager Sun, I'm just here to get the plan. You said I will think about it in the future. Can you give me the plan."

Sun He couldn't afford to procrastinate any longer, and when he reached out to hand over the plan, he finally found a chance to grab Xiang Ling's hand. In order to prevent Xiang Ling from yelling, he took a step and whispered in his ear. Bian said: "Otherwise you follow me. Although I can't compare to Ji Ruohe, what I can give you will never be worse than Duan Kongqing."

Xiang Ling was quite interesting hearing this, and said, "Manager Sun also persuaded Duan Kongqing in this way?"

When Duan Kongqing was mentioned, Sun He was still a little angry. That person was stubborn, and he was unwilling to follow him no matter what. He could give the best, but also the best. Besides, following him, his privacy could be slightly protected. , but he just didn't want to, he had to follow Ji Ruohe, but he didn't have enough power, otherwise he had to let Duan Kongqing taste his own power.

"That brat doesn't know good from bad, so don't mention him."

When he said this, Xiang Ling would be able to guess the answer, and he smiled slightly, evoking a charming smile.

"I'm sorry, Manager Sun, I don't know what's good or bad."

He held the proposal tightly in his hands, and walked out of the office of the general manager of the media center without looking back.

Leave the wretched people behind.

Who is Xiang Ling? He can stretch and bend a knife on his neck. He doesn't care about frying and frying. He doesn't care at all. How can he be taken care of by others? This kind of field, surrounded by thorns, must also protect the red rose in the hand from withering.

But what Xiang Ling never expected was that in this company, not only Sun He was the only person who wanted to have such a relationship with him, but also someone from the public relations operation and artist planning department, relying on his own power, made a move against Xiang Ling Feet, no shyness.

Xiang Ling was so angry that he didn't give Good Face a slap in the face. He didn't even want all kinds of copywriting that they had planned, and all hiss turned into waste paper and scattered in the air.

-

It has been nearly three months since he was reborn into this body. In more than 90 days, there was not a single day without effort. His body seemed to be suspended in a hot air balloon and stretched in the sky, unable to relax for a moment. , the neck is stretched out, and if you are not careful, you will fall to the ground.

Zhang Xingxing was his follower, seeing that he would not be able to rest like this, and persuading him would fail, so he had to take care of him more in life.Xiang Ling is often too busy to have breakfast. Zhang Xingxing will bring a breakfast before going to work and watch him eat. Sometimes Xiang Ling is busy with work and doesn’t eat, so he supervises and forces him to eat. Xiang Ling is so annoyed by him, so he has to be good Eat breakfast, the body will not be destroyed by itself.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Xiang Ling completed the application for individual artistes in Zhuang Jinnong to attend the event, and it was to be sent to the supervisor's office for approval. Zhang Xingxing was arranged by him to do other things, so Xiang Ling sent it by himself.

Walking to the door of the supervisor's office, Song Yue, the supervisor's assistant, came towards her. She was holding a cup of hot water in her hand and a batch of documents under her right armpit. screamed and fell to the ground.

The cup full of water in her hand was poured all over Xiang Ling's body. The water didn't look very hot from a distance, but it was just boiling water. Xiang Ling's entire wrist was scalded red, and the nerve-irritating pain burned. Fortunately, Xiang Ling's rationality was well controlled, and he didn't lose his composure and yell.

It was Song Yue who poured water on him, sprawled on the ground, frowning, got up in a panic, patted her expensive skirt, and then went to pick up the scattered documents on the ground.

Water was also sprinkled on the document, and a large area was wet. Song Yue indiscriminately yelled: "You don't have eyes, how important is this document? Are you blind? You won't let people walk when you see them. You are sick." .”

The file in her hand was completely damaged, but the one in Xiang Ling's hand was not much better, it was also broken and unusable.

Song Yue Fangfo was greatly wronged, and his loud voice attracted all the nearby colleagues over.

"Why don't you look at the road when you walk, and look at the sky? You think you are so noble, but you are cheap. Look at the company, who is willing to talk to you, and don't look at your own virtue. Do you think that if you stay in the company, you will have nothing to do? Funny .”

The onlookers, those who knew about it or those who didn't, followed suit and pointed at Xiang Ling.

Xiang Ling clutched his reddened wrist, knowing that it would not work to reason with this woman who deliberately touched porcelain, so he deliberately stimulated her and said, "At least there is nothing wrong now."

"You damaged the file in my hand, you are responsible."

"We can adjust the company's cameras to know who is responsible."

"You..." Song Yue was speechless, just as the supervisor came out of the office, dispersed the crowd and said, "What are you doing! You don't have to work anymore!"

Song Yue saw that the backer was coming, and immediately acted coquettishly and felt wronged, and shouted: "Director, you see that Chu Jiang damaged the document, and he still doesn't admit it, it's really annoying."

The supervisor glanced at him, and the latter turned his head away stubbornly with his mouth pouted, as if he was being flattered, but Xiang Ling knew the comforting warmth in the supervisor's eyes.

He said: "If the document is broken, I will make another copy. If you are so noisy in the company, you won't be afraid of losing face, so I will dispose of it."

Who can lose face at the supervisor's words, and the document in Xiang Ling's hand is also broken, so he can't give it to him for signature now.

Zhang Xingxing came in from the outside and saw a lot of people around here. He glanced curiously and locked on to Xiang Ling. He pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. Xiang Linghong's purple wrist immediately snatched his attention.

"A Jiang? What happened to your hand?"

Someone said a lot: "I got burned." The brisk tone was a bit joyful, and Zhang Xingxing gave him a hard look, holding Xiang Ling's back, and protecting him to go out.

"Come on, I'll take you to pour cold water."

Taking advantage of the trend to go to Xiang Ling's office, Zhang Xingxing took advantage of the false pretense and took Xiang Ling out of the company, called a car and drove to the hospital.

Xiang Ling was a little dazed when he got in the car, he said to Zhang Xingxing who loved him dearly: "It's nothing serious, why go to the hospital, go back."

Zhang Xingxing retorted: "I won't go back, they treated you so badly, and they insisted on missing work, don't they have bad mouths, let them talk."

Xiang Ling was helpless: "It's me who can deduct wages."

"I... don't care, go to the hospital to treat the wound, shit, why are they doing this, scalding you with water this time, will they chop you with a knife in the future, it's so sinister and vicious."

"It's okay, I'll just pay more attention in the future." Thinking of the crowd watching but no one speaking for him just now, a feeling of coldness lingers in his heart. This feeling is no different from the whole world being against you. The saddest thing is It was empty behind him.

No support.

-

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor treated Xiang Ling's wound well, prescribed ointment and told him to apply it on the wound three times a day, so that it would not leave scars easily.

Xiang Ling has no obsession with leaving scars, but Zhang Xingxing has an unusually high obsession. How can a perfect person have ugly scars on his body? This is absolutely not allowed.

But Zhang Xingxing didn't know that Xiang Ling's previous body was covered with scars.

"The doctor said, you can't eat spicy, cold, or irritating things, go to bed early at night, don't be too tired, try not to move your hands sensibly, and it's best not to do any work..." Zhang Xingxing babbled about the prohibitions.

Xiang Ling couldn't bear it. "Then I'll just pack up and leave." I can't do anything, so why stay in the company.

Zhang Xingxing patted his chest and said, "It's not me, I'll make it for you, just rest."

Xiang Ling said casually, "Don't spoil me so much."

Zhang Xingxing stared and said: "I just spoil you, what can you do to me."

Xiang Ling stared into his eyes for a long time, and said in defeat, "It can't be done."