I won't give you a dime [entertainment circle]

Li Die and Cheng Mian went out, and the tense atmosphere in the room relaxed.

The female editor-in-chief of the magazine who had a serious face just now seemed to have changed. She immediately stood up and walked around the table to shake hands with Lin Cong, smiling happily: "I have been to Mingtu several times, why haven't I seen you before... ...I wish I had seen you sooner, you must have been very effective in magazines..."

Lin Cong smiled politely: "I only signed the contract last year, long time ago."

After sitting down again, Lin Cong met Fei Lang's gaze, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought: Are they acquaintances now?

Borrowed an umbrella, returned it, liked it in Moments.Fei Lang also deleted a comment to his circle of friends.

In general magazine covers, after a few artists are finalized, the staff will negotiate the schedule separately, and the president himself will not spend so much time meeting people everywhere.

Is there anything special about this issue of the magazine?

Lin Cong, who was originally calm, suddenly became a little nervous.

However, in the end it turned out that he was overthinking, and they only held a meeting for more than 20 minutes, mainly to confirm Lin Cong's schedule.Because of Lin Cong's "stingy" hot search in the past two days, the announcements were all in vain. Of course, it was easy to arrange.

After the meeting, each left.

Jing Qian mysteriously called Lin Cong aside, and whispered: "You took the opportunity today, and they should take action. If he provokes you again, you don't have to be polite, just go back at ease. "

Lin Cong blinked: "Shouldn't you maintain a calm surface and show good feelings?"

This was the impression he had of the entertainment industry when he didn't sign a contract. Except for the conflicts that were too deep and too intense, even if they competed secretly, they still had to be called brothers on the surface.

Jing Qian shook her head: "Of course you don't need to tear your face apart, I'm just worried that you will be pinched by him. If you were replaced by another manager, you might be advised to be patient, but sometimes when you bend down, your posture is too low You can no longer hold your head up in this circle. The company has long planned to support you, so you can be kind, but you must be firm and not allow others to bully you, you know?"

She exhorted and exhorted, summed up in those four words: don't be bullied.

He spoke as if Lin Cong was a little sheep at the mercy of others, completely powerless to fight back.

Lin Cong was amused by his manager: "I know."

As the saying goes, come here when you're afraid, and when Lin Cong was about to take the elevator, he ran into Li Die again.

Having just experienced embarrassment, neither of them had anything to say, and the greetings between the two were cold and blunt.

This time, their managers were not around. Lin Cong inadvertently noticed that Li Die's dark circles were darker than before. It was probably caused by too much work and too little rest time. Vicissitudes of fatigue.

The relationship between Lin Cong and him is not good, there is no need to pretend to be intimate and warm inside the company, and he will leave after being perfunctory.Li Die grabbed his wrist suddenly, with little strength, but Lin Cong staggered and missed the elevator.

Lin Cong didn't want to argue with him in the company, so he turned around coldly: "Is there something wrong, senior? There are surveillance cameras installed in the corridor."

Li Die also seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate, so he let go of his hand in embarrassment: "It's raining outside, how do you go home?"

Lin Cong said: "Don't bother, my friend will pick me up."

"My concert in the second half of the year, you..."

"I wish the senior's concert a complete success."

Lin Cong seldom shows a cold face to others, but Li Die's deep smile is always full of calculations. Half a year ago, Lin Cong and Li Die collaborated in filming, and they came and went. Knowing this man's methods, he didn't bother to put on a smile .

Li Die was blocked and speechless, and Lin Cong's disgust was temporarily reduced by his deflated appearance.

Lin Cong said with a smile: "Senior, if you need it, you can ask me for some throat tea. Maintaining your throat before the concert is the most important thing."

He could hear that Li Die's voice was much hoarse than before, and he was startled when he first spoke, wondering if he could recover before the concert started.

After Lin Cong said half-truths and half-false polite words, he quickly pressed the elevator. Fortunately, the elevator was still on this floor, so he hurried in and pressed the "close door" button.

……

Under the gray sky, the wind whistled through the gaps between the buildings, and the glass curtain wall reflected the thick clouds. From a distance, it looked like a canvas made of rain clouds, and a silver-white shadow stopped at the foot of the towering canvas.

Fei Lang's driver, Uncle Liu, parked the car at the gate of Mingtu, looked at each other with Han You in the co-pilot, and finally turned their heads to look at Fei Lang in the back seat.

Han You asked, "Boss, what are you doing here?"

Fei Lang rolled down the car window and looked towards the door. A thin figure in a deep blue windbreaker came out of the revolving door. Lin Cong's hair was messed up by the blowing wind, and he curled up subconsciously with his arms folded, and buried half of his head in the windbreaker. The neckline is pulling out the phone from the pocket.

There is not much space under the awning at the door, and he stands out by himself.The three people in the car looked at him together, and Lin Cong turned his head slightly as if he felt his gaze.

"Mr. Lin, the weather forecast says it will rain later, is it convenient for you to go home?" Fei Lang asked in his usual polite tone, "If necessary, I can give you a ride."

Lin Cong walked closer with doubts on his face, and said apologetically, "I already asked my friend to pick me up in a car, so I won't bother Mr. Fei. Thank you Mr. Fei for your kindness."

The smile on Fei Lang's lips froze, and he whispered after a while: "Okay."

As Lin Cong said, another ice-blue Bugatti sports car quickly came over from the left, and stopped impatiently in front of Lin Cong with the harsh sound of brakes.

Fei Lang caught a glimpse of the young man in the driver's seat and murmured, "Driving so carelessly."

Lin Cong smiled and waved goodbye to him.

"Boss, there's no need for you to come here in person for such a trivial matter as the magazine cover." Seeing that Fei Lang was not in good spirits, Han You thought that he was too tired from working all day.

Fei Lang looked at the retreating figure in the rain, and said in a low voice, "I just want to come."

After closing the car window and restarting the ignition, Han You came back to his senses.

The boss actually took the initiative to ask others to take his own car twice.

The boss actually said so much.

The boss is actually laughing.

The more Han You thought about it, the more shocked he became, as if tomorrow was the end of the world.

But after thinking about it carefully, he found it quite reasonable to connect all of Fei Lang's recent behaviors.

Han You asked cautiously: "Boss, you helped Mr. Lin before, do you need to tell him?"

Fei Lang contacted the small media that did the two-person interview, and after watching the sideshow, he asked them to re-edit it to show Li Die's painstaking efforts to smear Lin Cong.

Whether in the business circle or the entertainment circle, helping others is all about asking for something in return.Han You also "reached out" for Fei Lang countless times in the past, and each time he asked the other party to pay a price in exchange.

However, Lin Cong seemed to be kept in the dark, heartless, and didn't even know that he owed such a big favor to Fei Lang.

Fei Lang said in a low voice: "It's easy to do, don't say unnecessary words."

Han Yu was at a loss for words.

But he had been Fei Lang's assistant for so long, and he knew that Fei Lang was just taciturn and sharp-minded, not cold-blooded.There must be a reason for him to do so.Moreover, Fei Lang's behavior was impeccable, and it was not his turn to worry about it as a special assistant.

Ferran turned his head and looked out the window.

Unknowingly, the rain curtain had already merged into a trickle on the glass, blurring the vision, and the building was too far away to be seen.Raindrops slapped on the roof of the car, and there was a lot of noise all around.

From the first day they met, when he saw Lin Cong flying up to save a stranger, and begging for a bowl of noodles with his eyes blinking, Fei Lang had a lingering feeling in his heart.

Fei Lang wanted to ask Lin Cong if he was afraid of danger, if he was hungry, and if his frugal life was really as smooth as he pretended.

But he was too busy and too silent to ask.

……

Huo Hui stepped on the gas pedal, and Lin Cong suddenly leaned back, with the back of his head pressed against the passenger seat, startled.

"Slow down, this is not your racing car." Lin Cong felt a little helpless in disgust.

Huo Hui smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, I forgot this is your car."

Lin Cong was full of doubts: "Uncle Huo bought it, how could it become my car?"

Then he remembered that night Huo Hui's father, Huo Liang, was driving the sports car and solemnly handed over the two car keys to him, and said helplessly, "Is this problem going to be hard?"

Huo Hui also looked puzzled: "No, my dad said that your parents bought this car for you and asked me to drive it to you. He said that if I complete this task, he will give me 1000 million yuan. Start-up capital, let me start a business. If the business fails, go back and see him.”

Then Lin Cong heard Huo Hui muttering softly: "What is only 1000 million enough for..."

Lin Cong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You don't know how to be blessed when you are in the blessing."

"To be honest, Lin Lin, my dad told me everything about your family. He said that Uncle Lin and Aunt Zhong are actually very rich. They have been on business trips because their business has expanded to the world. They kept it from you because they were afraid of you. It will swell after learning badly.”

The more Lin Cong listened, the more he felt that it was nonsense: "My parents made up this to comfort me after they saw the trending search saying that I was stingy. My parents told me already, do you believe it?"

"No, Lin Lin, I think it's true." Huo Hui said earnestly, "I didn't know the brand of wallet and clothes before, but recently I did it specifically for you. The old wallet you used in elementary school seems to be It was a limited edition of Cuggi a long time ago, and it was sold at a sky-high price back then."

Lin Cong: "My parents told me it was imitation."

Huo Hui: "...My dad said that you already believe that your family is rich."

Lin Cong was puzzled: "When did I say that?"

The two communication channels did not match, Huo Hui said helplessly: "Then if, if this is true, what will happen to you?"

Lin Cong was categorical: "There are no ifs in this world, and I will not dream about things that do not belong to me."

Huo Hui didn't know which sentence he said made Lin Cong stubborn: "University bully, why do you live so clearly? At least allow yourself to daydream?"

Lin Cong imagined it seriously, but the image of his parents leaving home in a hurry was still in his mind.Only then did he realize that the pair of backs that knocked the door lightly and left had left such a deep imprint on his heart, and it is still as clear as yesterday.

——Don't go, stay with me, I will make money in the future, earn a lot of money to support you.

The children's whispers were blocked behind the door, but the adults did not hear them.

After a long while, Lin Cong smiled softly and said, "If my parents have worked hard all their lives, and the result is not barely food and clothing, but wealth and wealth, I will be happy for them."

"Wow." Huo Hui marveled, "I'm convinced, you don't want to think about how to spend money. If I had your level of consciousness, my dad wouldn't dislike me so much."

After driving to the door of Lin Cong's house, Huo Hui took out the two keys: "Don't care if it's real or not, you pick up this car first, otherwise my dad won't even give me 1000 million."

"I don't have a driver's license. Are you going to let the 3000-[-] million car be left in the basement of my house?" Lin Cong asked with a thought, "Why don't you drive the car first? Your father bought the car anyway. Now you have moved back to the apartment you used to live in when you were in junior high school, it is close to my house, if Uncle Ho checks the post, you can just drive the car into my garage."

Huo Hui couldn't believe it: "I, I, I, I, I can do it? My dad asked me to give you this car... What if I break it?"

Lin Cong shrugged and said with a smile: "If it's not broken, you can continue to drive it. If it's broken, you'll pay me, and it's like cashing in for me."

Huo Hui: "..."

The momentary emotion disappeared without a trace.