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"Mr. Zhuo, look at this contract. If you have no objections..." Weiman Animation was in charge of signing the contract. It was a girl with short hair. She was 25 or six years old. She was thin and tall. She wore a simple T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. , spoke softly and softly, as refreshing as the breeze blowing by the ears.Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the rapid ringing of the phone. She said sorry and got up to answer it.

In order to save time, Zhuo Muyang took the contract and read it one by one while she was away. He was very satisfied with this contract, whether it was the price or the promotion of the work. Compared with the previous work, he was very satisfied. It is a big improvement, and it is said that the anime image of this work is likely to appear on the outer packaging of some products in the future, which is something to look forward to.

When the girl came back from the phone call, she bowed to him, said sorry again, and sat down.

Zhuo Muyang said: "Ah, I have finished reading this contract, can I sign it?" He picked up the signature pen on the table with one hand, and reached for the contract with the other hand.

Unexpectedly, the girl interrupted him, and even pressed the contract, saying: "Mr. Zhuo, I'm really sorry, our leader just called to say that we can't sign the contract for the time being."

He couldn't believe it and asked: "Why? "As soon as the girl's words came out, Zhuo Muyang felt that the girl's voice was not so pleasant. Although Zhuo Muyang was very annoyed by some unhappiness this morning, after reading the contract, he felt that he could do it again. War, but what happened to this sudden change?

The girl packed up the contract on the table and put it in her bag. She didn't answer him, but said to Xiao Lu who was sitting next to him: "Sister Lu, I'm really sorry, you see we had a good talk... Our leader is here again. If you don’t want to sign, hey, I’ll go first.” After speaking, he prepared to leave with his backpack.

Xiaolu is still angry with Zhuo Muyang, since Zhuo Muyang came, she didn't give him a good look, she was in a state of not asking or talking when talking about the contract, but when something happened suddenly, she couldn't just sit idly by After all, the mood must be consistent with the outside world. She ignored the apology and asked, "Xiao Wei, what's the matter? You must speak clearly."

The girl named Xiaowei stood still, put her bag back on the table, and said seriously: "Sister Lu, we Weiman Animation has been established for almost ten years, and it is also one of the top animation companies in China, as you know The current situation of the domestic animation industry, how difficult it is for us to establish a brand. Finally, the year before last, we finally made an animation film a benchmark in the industry, and the box office performance is still unmatched. How much the company cherishes it from top to bottom This achievement. What we are doing is branding, not making quick money, and the review of works has always been the most stringent in the industry." Her soft voice was extremely firm, with confidence and pride in her company in her bones.

Xiaolu nodded, her face was full of doubts, she said: "I know this. When I contacted you, one was to identify your company's brand, and the other was to have confidence in Mr. Zhuo's works. His works The data on our website is very good. The previous one was a hot IP. Currently, the serialized data of this one has been ranked first. As for the reputation of the work, we dare to assure you that we have not found any plagiarism or reference so far. place, your company does not need to have any worries in this regard.”

Xiao Wei shook her head with a smile, and said: "There is no plagiarism or reference." Seeing Xiaolu talking again, she waved her hand to stop her, "But our leader received a report call 10 minutes ago. The work serialized by the teacher on your website is suspected of plagiarism. Of course, we cannot stop the cooperation just because of an unbelievable and unfounded call, so we immediately organized staff to verify the evidence provided in the report call. If not This problem exists, of course we are still willing to sign this work, and we are also willing to apologize to Mr. Zhuo."

Zhuo Muyang, who was silent for a while, kept enduring the anger that was about to burst out, and he was unwilling to control it when he heard this. His face was already flushed, and he had to stand up, and waved his hands and said, "You guys What's so arrogant about the broken animation company here? Why do you pour dirty water on me and say I plagiarized? You know what a shameful thing this is. How can you hang around in this circle, if you don't sign, you don't sign, who cares."

Xiao Lu pulled his clothes aside, and whispered: "Mr. Zhuo, don't be angry, he is only responsible for his own company, let's talk slowly when we have something to say."

"Say what you say, don't say anything." He opened Xiao Lu's hand regardless of gentlemanly demeanor, slammed the door and left, ignoring the two girls who were looking at each other in his anger.

Zhuo Muyang walked out of the gate of the office building. The sun was no longer so scorching, but the sweltering heat hadn't dissipated, and it was meeting with the cold air on his body, and soon covered his body with a layer of moisture, making it sticky.Regardless of his image, he stood in front of the building with his waist pinched, turned his head and looked up at the conference room on the sixteenth floor where he was just now, spit on the ground angrily, and spat: "Bah! What are you!" He happened to see the roadside A taxi was stopped, got on the left and drove away.

Sitting in the car, Zhuo Muyang’s anger didn’t dissipate, and he was unwilling to talk to the taxi driver. He was thinking about his bad luck recently—first he was threatened by Shang Fei with his braid, After finally getting rid of the person, this poured dirty water on Jiang Xu and his works before he died, but stuffed himself with dog hair, let the deer see the clue, now it’s okay, for no reason. The shit pot of plagiarizing the work, seeing the duck flying away from his mouth...all the good things he thought did not come.Suddenly the cell phone rang, interrupting his thinking, he took it out and saw that the call was from Xiao Lu, and hung up. He held up the cell phone to ponder for a while, and then dialed Jiang Xu's number.At this moment, he desperately needs someone to calm his irritable mood, counting the people around him, only Jiang Xu can trust him.

Jiang Xu's timid voice seemed to be a kind of comfort. This man was very smart, and he knew his mood by hearing the sparkles in his voice, and asked him cautiously: "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Well, things haven't been going well recently. Are you free? Drink with me..."

Jiang Xu seemed a little hesitant, and said, "I still have work here."

When Zhuo Muyang heard this, he simply vented his anger on Jiang Xu, "I'm so kind to you, can't you come and accompany me even if I'm in a bad mood?"

Jiang Xu was very embarrassed, but finally agreed, "Okay, where are we going?"

"Come to my house."

Jiang Xu was wearing a yellow peaked cap, a yellow T-shirt, and a huge bag on his back. The name of the courier company was printed on the hat, clothes, and bag. This outfit was really not foreign enough.When Zhuo Muyang opened the door for him, seeing his attire, he felt a sense of familiarity from the bottom of his heart. What he was looking for was exactly this kind of fit.

There was a box of big Qingdao at Jiang Xu's feet, his chest heaved and his mouth was panting heavily.Although he came up by the elevator, it was a labor-intensive job to move the case of wine from the elevator to his house. Sweat dripped down his temples and onto his clothes, and he wiped it off the tip of his nose. Khan, showing a very simple smile, said to Zhuo Muyang: "Sorry, I'm late, and I just sent a courier."

His smile always comforted Zhuo Muyang, and Zhuo Muyang was in a better mood. He wanted to help Jiang Xu move the beer box in, but Jiang Xu stopped him and said, "I'll do the rough work."

The weight of a box of beer is enough to make Jiang Xu's arms tense up with strong muscles, which made Zhuo Muyang's heart beat suddenly, but he didn't want to show it too obviously, so he just stared at him as he put the wine box under the dining table .Zhuo Muyang pointed to the fast food box on the table and said, "I'm not in the mood to cook, so I ordered takeaway and thought you could deliver it to me."

Jiang Xu scratched the back of his head, smiled shyly, and said, "My brother said he didn't want me to be so busy, so he stopped doing takeout." He conveniently tucked the broken hair that fell out of the hat behind his ears, and No intention of taking it off.

"Wouldn't that mean that your income will decrease?" Zhuo Muyang still remembered that Jiang Xu had an older brother who had bad legs and no ability to work, so he asked.

Jiang Xu bent down to open the beer box, put bottles of beer on the table, and said, "I told my brother about you..." Zhuo Muyang was about to show a joyful expression, but Jiang Xu quickly changed his words , Said: "It's not about you and me, but I told him that I know a friend, that is you, who made a lot of money writing novels, so I asked him to try it too, and he thought it was quite feasible. , so now I’m working hard on that. If it works, can you recommend it for me, I think you’re so famous.”

Jiang Xu's request was very timid and humble, and his voice was even quieter.

Zhuo Muyang wished that Jiang Xu finally had something to ask him, so he quickly patted his chest and assured him: "Of course it's no problem, your business is my business." Then he grabbed his hand regardless and said, "Then we What are you thinking about it?"

Jiang Xu pursed his lips, pulled his hand out with great effort, and said, "Mr. Zhuo, don't be like this. I have always regarded you as a friend. If you are always like this, then, then I will leave." Then he turned around leave.

Zhuo Muyang knew that he was being rude, so he smiled awkwardly and said, "I won't say anything, just wait a moment, I'll get the cup."

Zhuo Muyang felt that he could drink a lot, but for some reason, he couldn't do it after drinking three bottles of wine today. His anger had just been half tilted with Jiang Xu.Jiang Xu listened so earnestly, and gave him some comfort at the right time. Is it because the comfort is too soft?He actually felt so drunk that he didn't even have the strength to speak, and he collapsed on the table in a blink of an eye and passed out.

Jiang Xu curled his mouth, pulled the lump of mud onto the sofa, tugged at his wrinkled skirt, and then went to the desk, pulled off the power cord of "Alei" on the table, and carried the big I took a new one in my bag, and after connecting and setting it up with my mobile phone, I put the previous one back into my bag.Then he swiped the mouse a few times, and Zhuo Muyang's computer turned on.

He inserted the USB flash drive he carried into the case, tapped the keyboard a few times with his dexterous fingers, and a program writing box appeared on the computer screen. After he finished typing a command, a window popped up and asked : "Do you want to permanently cancel the writing collaboration function?" Without hesitation, he operated the mouse pointer and clicked "Yes".Immediately afterwards, he closed the running writing page, choosing to permanently delete it.Then he logged in to Zhuo Muyang's literary website. There were more than a dozen drafts that had been completed and ready to be published in the author's interface. He clicked the clear button in the lower right corner, and also cleared the trash bin set up for accidental deletion of manuscripts.Immediately afterwards, he cleared his browsing traces and login records, restored everything to its original state, as if nothing had happened, and walked to the sofa with a smile on his face.He took off the ugly hat that was on his head. After hanging down, his half-long hair almost covered his entire face. In order not to affect his sight, he habitually tucked his hair behind his ears .

He stared at the person lying on the sofa, it was this person who filled the heart of his loved one with hatred, lost the ability to love, and became weird and violent.

At this moment, there was a knife in his bag, and he even touched the handle of the knife with his hand. He only needed to use the knife to stab the man's chest, and everything would be over.But he was still calm, he told himself that he couldn't do this, he couldn't destroy this perfect plan, he couldn't let his loved one lose the complete pleasure of revenge, and he couldn't let himself fall into the abyss and predicament.

Jiang Xu, no, from today onwards, Jiang Xu will no longer exist in this world, he is only Bian Zeming.

Bian Zeming went to the hospital to get medicine for Gong Xu. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Gong Xu sitting in the darkness with a guitar in his arms.Bian Zeming put the medicine on the table, walked over, and squatted halfway beside Gong Xu's wheelchair. Although the blackout curtains completely blocked the early spring sun outside, he could still see the faint tears on Gong Xu's pants.

"Why are you crying?" Bian Zeming asked distressedly as he wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

Gong Xu stopped playing the guitar, turned his head away stubbornly, and said through gritted teeth, "Who is crying?" Then he threw the guitar directly on the ground, and ignored it with a bang.

This person's mood is always so cloudy and uncertain, Bian Zeming is obviously used to it, but he still feels wronged in his heart, he dare not let Gong Xu see it, he lowers his head and picks up the guitar, gets up and puts it on the coffee table, Then he pushed his wheelchair, came to the bright place, and said, "The weather is getting warmer, do you want to go for a walk? I saw grass sprouting from the ground."

Gong Xu ignored him, but picked up a stack of materials from the coffee table and threw them to him, saying, "You read this."

Bian Zeming looked at Gong Xu suspiciously, then at the document in his hand, and asked, "This is?"

"I'm going to start a company. These things are plans. It's not convenient for me to come forward. Everything will be done by you, and your technology will not be wasted."

"Xuyang Mingze?" Bian Zeming muttered as he flipped through the thick plan, and saw the company name that linked their two names at a glance, and he was instantly amazed.

"I've been planning this matter in my heart for a long time, and I don't think I can let him go."

"...Zhuo Muyang?" Bian Zeming said the name that seemed unfamiliar to him.

Hearing these three words, Gong Xu's fingers trembled slightly, even the word "right" was filled with hatred. "If you don't want to participate, then I won't make things difficult for you. I'll ask my sister to give you some money, and you can just go away."

How could he be willing to leave Gong Xu, and said without thinking, "I will help you." Bian Zeming only gave him this answer, and then asked, "What is your plan?"

"Do these first, and I will tell you later. But there is one more thing..."

"what?"

"After the plan starts, I want you to approach him, get to know him, understand him, and gain his trust."

"...Okay." Bian Zeming only hesitated for a moment, and despite all kinds of reluctance in his heart, he still agreed.

It was a summer noon, and Bian Zeming, dressed in sweaty takeaway clothes, rang the doorbell of Zhuo Muyang's house. The door opened, and there was a young man with disheveled hair inside. Handed him the meal set, tried to show the sunniest smile, and said to him: "Mr. Zhuo, remember to give me a good review."

Before he could take a closer look at this person, the door closed with a "bang" in front of his eyes.