ideal entertainment circle

Qi Tianrui secretly finished his bad deeds, and planned to go to Zhang Dali's house for a meal tonight.

He told Zhang Dali, lying on the sofa in Zhang Dali's office, holding the mobile phone, and skillfully pressed the first four digits, seeing Chu Qiu's phone number jumping out, his fingers stopped on the dialed number. On the button, hesitated.

Qi Tianrui is well aware of how timid he is when it comes to feelings. The last time he was cowardly, he was cowardly for six years. Finally, he plucked up the courage to confess, but was beaten and forced by Chu Qiu's "Mr. Qi".

Qi Tianrui felt that he should change this time.

Mr. Qi stared fixedly at the number on the screen, and after a series of psychological construction with a face full of confusion, he pressed the green dial button.

After dialing out, Qi Tianrui felt that something was wrong, because depending on the time, Chu Qiu was probably attending a class, and it was impossible to receive his call.

Qi Tianrui looked at the mobile phone that had already sounded the call notification tone, and hung his finger on the hung red button, hesitating for a while, just like when he dialed, looking at the red circle, he couldn't press it anymore .

After finally mustering up the courage to dial the phone, there was no one on the other end of the line.

Qi Tianrui felt that he was almost dead.

Qi Tianrui got up from the sofa listlessly, looked disappointedly at the phone that still hadn't been connected, sighed, and slid his finger to the hang up button, ready to end this struggle.

A second before he hung up, the ringing on the phone suddenly changed to a timer.

There was a buzzing in Qi Tianrui's ears. He stared wide-eyed and watched the clock change from 00:00 to 00:03, and heard a clear "Hello" from the handset of the mobile phone that was not turned on.

He has heard this voice thousands of times.

Qi Tianrui woke up from his stupor, stood up hastily, holding the mobile phone like some rare treasure, rushing to Zhang Dali's side, and carefully placed the mobile phone on the table.

More than ten seconds passed, and there was still no voice on the phone. Chu Qiu was a little dazed, but he didn't dare to hang up.

Chu Qiu knew this phone number.

As for which phone numbers he memorized the most, it was Aunt Chu's first, and after Aunt Chu left, it was Zhang Dali's.

And Zhang Dali always told him to remember Qi Tianrui's phone number, and if he was not free for anything, he could ask Qi Tianrui for help.

Although Chu Qiu had never encountered a situation where he needed to ask Qi Tianrui for help last time, he still obediently memorized Qi Tianrui's phone number.

Chu Qiu stood in the corridor outside the radiology department, quietly waiting for the sound on the phone.

He didn't know why Qi Tianrui called him at this time, when he saw the number, he was stunned for a long time before he realized it.

So many things are different.

Chu Qiu didn't understand what was going on, but it was a good thing for him to be able to connect with Fenghuang as soon as possible.

Maybe God gave him another chance to make up for his regrets.

Chu Qiu thought optimistically, suppressing the little uneasiness in her heart caused by the silence on the other side of the phone.

Large hospitals are full of people even on weekdays.

Chu Qiu stood leaning against the wall in the corridor outside the department, lowered his head and tried to avoid the direct gaze of others, but still attracted a lot of attention.

Good-looking people are easy to become the focus of the crowd wherever they go, not to mention there are many people waiting in line outside the radiology department for examination.

Look at your pretty little brother when you are sick, it seems that the pain will be relieved.

Chu Qiu raised his eyes uncomfortably to look at the crowd looking at him, but he was unwilling to go far away, worried that Aunt Chu would not find him after the inspection, so he simply turned around and turned his back to the crowd in line .

Zhang Dali raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Tianrui with a sneer.

Qi Tianrui sat next to him, folded his palms together, and made an expression of "I beg you, big brother".

Zhang Dali glanced at the name displayed on the phone interface, and sneered again.

Qi Tianrui bowed to Zhang Dali again, and when the other party picked up the phone and was about to speak, he took the phone back, put it on the table, and pressed the speakerphone.

Zhang Dali: "..."

Qi Tianrui looked at him with a smile, using a standard smile for the public.

Zhang Dali took a deep breath, and said with a pleasant face on the phone, "Is it Chu Qiu?"

The young man on the other end of the phone was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at the phone number displayed on the phone in astonishment, put the phone back to his ear again, and answered yes in a low voice.

Under Qi Tianrui's winking gesture, Zhang Dali said, "I am Zhang Dali from Fenghuang Entertainment."

Chu Qiu hesitantly opened his mouth, looked at the pale corridor of the hospital, and opened his mouth: "Big..."

As soon as he started talking, he stopped in time and changed his words: "Mr. Zhang."

Chu Qiu's voice was very small, soft and warm, and pleasant to hear.

He was once commented that it was a waste of resources not to sing with such a clean voice.

But for a well-known reason, Chu Qiu only records a few songs occasionally, and has no real intention of getting involved in the singer circle.

After all, no one wants to have a singing accident where the accompaniment is played halfway and the singer is so nervous on the stage holding the microphone that he can't hold back a word.

Zhang Dali was very satisfied with Chu Qiu's voice.

"I went to the film and television city yesterday and saw you filming."

Chu Qiu slightly opened his eyes wide: "...Huh?"

"You are very good, I...Fenghuang Entertainment admires you very much." Zhang Dali paused, glanced at Qi Tianrui who was staring at the phone with burning eyes, and said, "That's right, Fenghuang Entertainment wants to cooperate with you. I want to ask if you have any intentions in this regard?"

Chu Qiu looked back at the cards of the radiology department, thinking of the money black hole that might follow, he replied without hesitation: "Yes, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Dali was a little surprised, but Qi Tianrui was not.

Chu Qiu is shy and introverted, not stupid.

He is very aware of his situation, and Angel Entertainment is like a fire pit to him. When Fenghuang Entertainment offered an invitation last time, Chu Qiu agreed without hesitation.

It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. No matter how dull Chu Qiu is, he also knows that Angel Entertainment, which always wants him to accompany him to drink and withholds resources if he doesn't go, is not a good place.

Zhang Dali looked at Qi Tianrui's confident plan, restrained the surprise on his face, and asked, "You will have a part in the film and television city tomorrow, right? After the part is over, can you come out for a meal and chat face to face?"

"Yes." Chu Qiu trusted Zhang Dali very much, without any doubts or entanglements.

He recalled his role arrangement, and replied: "Tomorrow afternoon."

"That's fine, let's have dinner together tomorrow." Zhang Dali liked Chu Qiu's crisp style very much, and hung up the phone very simply after speaking.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he turned around and taunted Qi Tianrui: "I can't tell, Qi Tianrui, you are so cowardly?"

Qi Tianrui, who had listened quietly to Chu Qiu and Zhang Dali's phone call with his face propped up, could not refute. He silently took back his phone, set the previously saved street photos of Chu Qiu as a screensaver, and swipe back and forth on the screensaver contentedly.

Zhang Dali had a panoramic view of his movements.

"You like him so much?"

Qi Tianrui raised his eyes: "Hmm."

"I didn't have any impression of this kid before." Zhang Dali recalled it carefully, but he still couldn't erase the traces of Chu Qiu from his memory, so he simply asked Qi Tianrui, "When did you know him?"

Qi Tianrui looked at Chu Qiu's photo on the phone, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and replied, "In the last life."

Zhang Daxin said that Qi Tianrui didn't learn this nasty routine.

He patted the armrest of Qi Tianrui's chair, and when he was about to continue caring deeply about his young love life, there was a knock on the office door.

Zhang Dali withdrew his gaze regretfully, and straightened his sitting posture: "Please come in!"

Pushing the door open was a public relations manager with a bitter face and exhaustion and breakdown written all over his body.

When he saw Qi Tianrui was here with Zhang Dali, his expression was grim for a moment.

Now Fenghuang Entertainment's public relations department hates Qi Tianrui, who is entangled in all kinds of news, causing their department to work overtime and break their legs.

As for Qi Tianrui, the former crown prince of Fenghuang Entertainment and the current Long Live Lord, no matter how much the public relations department hates him, he can only smash his teeth and swallow it.

The public relations manager originally came to discuss matters with Zhang Dali, but after seeing Qi Tianrui, he finally couldn't restrain the fluctuations in his heart.

"Ancestor!" The public relations manager shouted at Qi Tianrui in a broken state, "At this time, can you please stop messing around with your Weibo!"

As soon as Zhang Dali heard it, he understood that Qi Tianrui probably did something secretly again.

He slapped the table hard, and with his face that could frighten and cry a whole street of children, kicked on the roller under Qi Tianrui's chair, his eyes widened: "What are you doing again?!"

Qi Tianrui was kicked far away with his chair.

Long live Fenghuang looked away from the phone, looked at his hair, then at the PR manager, and waved his hand: "Isn't it just a thumbs up?"

He said earnestly: "Swipe Weibo, like it, how normal is it? It's worth such squeaks?"

With a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, the PR manager could slap Qi Tianrui in a matter of minutes.

Why don't you take a look at the news on the Weibo where you announced your retirement!

Fans want thousands of blood letters to beg you to come back!

You are so flattered to give a passer-by a street photo a thumbs up!

Are you short-sighted or your brain is flooded!

Can you hear the sound of the waves when you shake your head?

The PR manager didn't dare to say a word of these words.

He kept telling himself that the most important thing now was to discuss a solution to the conflict.

In the end, he calmed down and asked rationally: "Do you know the person in the street photo, or the one who posted the street photo?"

Qi Tianrui admitted very generously: "The person in the photo."

The PR manager asked again: "A newcomer to our company?"

Qi Tianrui thinks that the manager is really up to date.

He said confidently, "I'm going to change jobs soon."

The PR manager nodded. After knowing that it was the relevant person, he knew how to deal with this person's affairs more appropriately.

The people in the public relations department have been very tense recently. After asking a few key questions to judge the situation, the public relations manager turned around and left, not wanting to spend a few more seconds with his immediate boss.

Zhang Dali was still staring at Qi Tianrui, he said: "Qi Tianrui, aren't you worried that Chu Qiu will be entertained by angels and cause trouble?"

"Don't worry, do you misunderstand my little Qiuqiu?"

Qi Tianrui stretched out his two long legs, stretched out his fingers and tapped his head lightly.

"He's shy, but he's smart here."