Broker, take me~

Meng Qiushui is undoubtedly a proud person. Even though Song Xingran is not uncommon around women who are dedicated to their careers, she is still a typical example.

As a manager in name, Wen Shangke had to show up even if he didn't want to.After an announcement, he would always come over to listen to the situation report. Whenever Meng Qiushui changed his previous behavior of pushing everything to Song Xingran, he went up and explained the process in detail, which contained a lot of There are still some small actions that are indistinct in my own mood and view.Seeing her like this, Song Xingran suddenly remembered that when he first became a manager, he also went up to talk excitedly when he saw Shen Zhenhai after work every day.The smile on the adoptive father's face at that time, now that I think about it, it was not a compliment of approval, but the relief of seeing his child so happy.It's like being given an expensive toy, no matter how serious it looks, it's just a toy.Anyway, it's just for fun, so it doesn't matter what the result is.It wasn't until he had been working as a broker for so many years that he suddenly realized how ridiculous his actions were.If the other party is a slightly more professional senior, he will definitely be scolded for reporting without focus and efficiency.

"Miss Meng, what do you think is the use of what you said?" Song Xingran just thought of this, when Wen Shangke sarcastically said, "What you said is not only worthless , I’m still wasting the oxygen around me. If you yourself are worthless like this, I don’t think I need to waste my energy standing here.”

His words obviously dealt a big blow to Meng Qiushui, the woman turned pale and wanted to say something, but Wen Shangke didn't want to listen anymore.He glanced at Song Xingran who was standing aside, and said, "You don't have to be her assistant anymore, come with me now."

"Free will be reorganized soon, and I don't have much energy to focus on here." The man walking in front of him casually said: "In the future, you can listen to him for temporary arrangements on the company's side."

The person Wen Shangke was talking to was Chen Yifeng, a model he was bringing recently, and the staff he had assigned.The meaning of this sentence is tantamount to equating Song Xingran's rights with Wen Shangke himself.And as if he didn't think it was enough, he turned around and patted Xingran's shoulder with a rare familiar expression: "If they are disobedient, it doesn't matter if they torture them to death."

As soon as these words came out, several of them who had felt sorry for Song Xingran all looked this way in panic.

Song Xingran didn't know why Wen Shangke suddenly defended himself like this, especially after he deliberately rationed himself to Meng Qiushui.However, being able to be entrusted with a heavy responsibility at this moment still made him feel a sense of being trusted inexplicably.But thinking about the fact that the other party is still on the suspect list, I suddenly feel a little headache.

"I see." This is considered a response.

Chen Yifeng has debuted for three years, so he is no longer a rookie.He was dug under by Wen Shangke a year ago, and he has left glamorous footprints in many fashion circles.His type is different from Huang Liangyu's more neutral one, and he is a real masculine representative of an oriental man.And because of the youth, many small and fresh types of flat photos can also be controlled.

Although the person in charge was suddenly replaced, he felt a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything.With a sophisticated and polite look, he told Song Xingran a little about his precautions and requirements, and then plunged into work.

In this circle, Chen Yifeng can be regarded as a half-senior, and Zhen Guo has newcomers joining in every year, so whenever he shoots in the company, there will always be some newcomers around to get close to him during the break.In addition, his manager is Wen Shangke, and there are many artists who want to try their luck or dig some personal information.Originally, Chen Yifeng didn't want to talk to them too much, and it didn't mean that he was high-minded. Although climbing up to Wen Shangke is equivalent to climbing on a high branch, but if he is not careful or makes him look down on him, he will definitely be passed in minutes. Rhythm.I still can't take care of it, how can I still have the time to take care of them.But this time when someone came up again, he glanced at Song Xingran who was checking the shooting effect in the distance, and suddenly changed his usual way of speaking in circles doing Tai Chi, and said directly: "Don't you know? That Song Xingran is Boss Wen specially dug it from Mr. Ma, and they are still very close."

Sometimes the chain effect of a sentence is always very extensive, even if the person who said it just wanted to throw a bag with an inexplicable emotion.And Song Xingran was completely dazed when he was suddenly invited to a dinner party by a group of artists he had never seen before at the end of the day.

Although he had a lot of things these days, he didn't forget why he came here.He has limited contact with artists, so he will naturally not refuse such an activity with such a group of goals.

When entering the box, there were seven or eight people sitting in it, and they were discussing something in full swing, but when they saw Song Xingran's unfamiliar face, they suddenly fell silent.Until a man suddenly walked in behind him, grabbed the pine and walked in while yelling: "What are you doing, I asked Xiao Li to bring this man here. Didn't you read the recent news?"

As soon as his words came out, everyone present showed a look of understanding, and immediately warmed up again.But Song Xingran was covered in cold sweats, he didn't know this man, he was stared at just now when he arrived here, that man didn't come over until he pushed open the door of the box and quietly blocked all escape routes.

There is definitely something wrong with this party.

Song Xingran showed a friendly smile on his face, turned around and said to the man who was still holding him, "Who are you?"

The man was wearing a black jacket, smelled of alcohol and tobacco, had sunken cheeks, messy hair, and a layer of stubble on his chin, making him look particularly haggard.He looks good, and if he takes care of it, he will definitely be an eye-catcher.At this moment, after listening to Song Xingran's words, he smiled slightly, his red and phoenix eyes showed a little light, and he said very familiarly: "Oh, friends always have to be mean when you make friends. I like bold friends, come, let's sip this glass of wine Now, to express my sincerity, I will tell you who I am."

As soon as the words came out, the people around him booed.Song Xingran glanced at the assorted cocktails brought in front of his face, turned his eyes slightly, and said with a louder voice: "I'm a newcomer and I'm late for the appointment, and it's a bit cheap for me just to drink. Let's do it." He I took the chili water and mature vinegar that seemed to be punishment for the failure of the game on my table: "I am willing to punish myself." After speaking, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

The taste of the seasoning was really strong, and Song Xingran was aroused to tears immediately, and the entire eye sockets were flushed.Even so, he was still smiling and looked very sincere.He was already small, and once he took off that suit, he looked a little fledgling.Coupled with the extremely low posture, some newcomers suddenly felt a little sympathetic, and said to the man: "Oh, brother friend, don't embarrass him. Let me tell you, this is Yi Xueyou, Brother You, follow him for sure!"

The man glared at the man, but still greeted him: "Oh, take your seat."

Yi Xueyou, the boyfriend of the young lady of the Lan family, Lan Chengmei, and the lover of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Lan family, Mi Fangxue, have a lot of background.Song Xingran maintained a smile on his face, but he couldn't hold back a cold snort in his heart.He seemed to understand what the other party was trying to pour into him just now.

This is a crowd drugging.It didn't take long for some artists to take out some white powder and start smoking with drinks, while some people's consciousness had already begun to trance.

"Oh, Song Xingran, you said you have been Qin Jin's manager for so long, isn't that guy a super-stinky fart?!" A young man next to him who had just given himself an injection suddenly howled.

Before Song Xingran could answer, the other woman immediately said indignantly: "Of course, okay! Last time I wanted to hand him a towel but was ignored!! You said he is a movie star Is it?! I think he bought those awards because he is the son of the Qin family!"

I think you don't just want to pass the towel but want to stir up gossip.Song Xingran replied silently in his heart, without saying a word.As a result, at the beginning, all the grievances around him began to scold.

After several rounds, they almost scolded first-, second- and third-tier entertainers in the entertainment circle, and even some popular niche students were not spared.Song Xingran didn't know where he heard the "shameful" things they said, but he just listened.As a result, one of the many voices suddenly came: "Speaking of which, Huang Liangyu only has a good-looking face."

"Which Huang Liangyu?" Someone immediately asked.

"It's a dark horse that suddenly rushed out of the models recently, and he has taken up a lot of our resources." The one who spoke should be a model, but the standard handsome appearance looks a little hideous at this time: "Only his looks Not a man or a woman, I think sooner or later the photographer will fall asleep! No, he might have fallen asleep long ago!" As soon as the words came out, there was another wave of screaming.

Song Xingran suddenly felt the vinegar and chili water that he drank just now surged up again, the hot and sour stimulated his taste buds and nerves, making him very nauseous.You guys don't know anything, why are you deliberately insulting others like this?

"The entertainment industry is also divided into upper and lower levels." Yi Xueyou next to him suddenly said that he hadn't touched any drugs and didn't drink much alcohol just now, so he looked very clear compared to the other group: "This is the lowest level, because of jealousy And unwilling, full of filth and unbearable. They also want to survive, so they have to do everything they can. But it’s useless for me to say these things, what do you know, little doll.”

This person is obviously not very old, at least from the outside it looks like he is still in the prime of his life, but his words contain endless vicissitudes.

Of course I understand, because I climbed up from those places.For a moment, Song Xingran wanted to say that, but the opening turned into: "Are you also like this?"

"Me?" The man raised his eyebrows, and then laughed: "I just think all this is very interesting."

Lure others to fall, fun?Song Xingran suddenly felt the nausea in his mouth a little bit heavier.

Because of the previous news, many people present obviously regarded Song Xingran as an addict in their circle.Seeing him sitting next to him without moving anything, he immediately surrounded him and stuffed his bag with a smile: "I know you are addicted too, it doesn't matter if I didn't inform you that you didn't bring it this time, next time return."

Only then did Song Xingran realize that he couldn't stay here any longer, and deliberately expressed a look of longing but regret: "But I'm driving today..."

"It's okay, fortunately, I'll take you back later." Yi Xueyou who was next to him kindly posted over at this time, and said temptingly: "It's okay, suck it." Then he whispered to his ear: " If you don't smoke, you won't be able to get out of this door today."

Song Xingran glanced at the neurotic person in front of him who was stuffed with drugs, and estimated in his heart how likely it was that he would rush out of here.But the next second the phone in his pocket rang.The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone obviously frightened everyone present, and all the people with excited or dazed eyes looked straight to this side.

Silently thanking the caller in his heart, Song Xingran took out his mobile phone and stood up, wanting to make an excuse to call and leave.But the person in front of him who was clearly high on his phone snatched his phone.I don't know if it's because of the medicine, but his strength is surprisingly strong, no matter how fast he reacted, he left three scratches on his hand.And it has been picked up over there.

"Hey, no matter who you are, let me tell you that Song Xing is not..."

The following words were stuck in my throat abruptly, because a voice from the other side of the phone was very familiar to everyone present.

"I'm going to hear his voice in three seconds."

The tone was cold, even if there was no threat, but the one holding the phone felt as if a knife was hanging around his neck.One of the unwritten survival rules of Zhen Guo Entertainment, even if you provoke President Ma, don't try to provoke Wen Shangke.

The mobile phone was respectfully returned to Song Xingran, and just now he said that he would not let it go, but now he was pushed out like a plague god.Song Xingran picked up the phone, and just after feeding, he said, "I only give you 2 minutes, go out through the back door immediately."

Although he didn't know why, Song Xingran still did it honestly. He subconsciously felt that Wen Shangke would not harm him.As soon as he walked out the back door, he heard a piercing siren cut through the night, and the nightclub behind him immediately became a mess.