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

After being silent for a long time, Lin Cong shrank his fingers in embarrassment.But Fei Lang just stared at him for a moment and didn't say anything.

The two walked back to the car in silence. Lin Cong saw the box of cheap mooncakes he bought, and his thoughts moved.

"Mr. Fei, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival." He handed over the mooncake and quietly observed the other person's expression, "Thank you today."

The box of mooncakes he bought was the cheapest in the supermarket, and it was actually very shabby as a gift in return.However, Fei Lang didn't know that since he was a child, he had always been penny-pinching about money, and he never gave a gift at all.A small box of mooncakes is already the greatest kindness he can give.

Fei Lang gently pushed the mooncake box back in front of him: "Eat more."

Lin Cong: "..."

Why are people around him, fans and even Fei Lang so obsessed with letting him eat more? ? ?

Lin Cong sat in the co-pilot and saw "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival" sent by his parents on his mobile phone.

The next sentence is "we can't go back today, sorry".

A soreness rose from his chest, making him unable to breathe.He always felt that there was anger in his heart, but he couldn't burst out. After all, he had learned to keep his grievances and longing in his heart over the years.

So he sent a like emoji and said happy holidays to his parents, saying it was okay.

Fei Lang sent Lin Cong home, looking at the apartment in the old city under the streetlight.

"You live here?"

Such a house seemed dilapidated to him, and he couldn't imagine how the people inside lived.

Lin Cong said with a smile: "Yes, my house is quite big, and the place is relatively spacious, but it looks a bit broken from the outside."

Fei Lang didn't ask any more questions, but his heart felt sour.

There are many impoverished people in the world, Lin Cong is definitely not the most miserable one, and it is impossible for him to take care of all the people whose material life is worse than him.But seeing Lin Cong living in such a place, he just felt heavy in his heart.Especially after seeing the thin figure walking under the dim streetlights and stepping into the narrow entrance of the small building.

Public opinion labeled Lin Cong as a petty, selfish and stingy person, but Fei Lang knew that Lin Cong couldn't even show any hostility to people he hated, and his beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

He is just like all ordinary people, with a small flaw, but it is far from being attacked and ridiculed.

After Lin Cong went upstairs, he suddenly received a call, and the caller ID turned out to be Li Die.

As soon as he picked it up, he heard Li Die on the opposite side as if he couldn't breathe, his voice was full of despair: "Junior Brother Lin, help me, I know you can help me."

Lin Cong's heart softened for a moment, and then he became vigilant: "What are you talking about, senior?"

"Just because I offended you, I lost everything! Please help me, say something nice to Mr. Fei, and I will make it up to you, really—"

Lin Cong was puzzled for a while, and immediately interrupted him: "Senior, I am not familiar with Mr. Fei, you can tell Assistant Han about these things."

He heard a lot of noise on the phone and the sound of glass bottles colliding. He guessed that Li Die was probably drunk, so he dialed his number casually and started talking nonsense.

Li Die usually puts on a mature and steady air, and has never been so out of control.

Drinking during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Lin Cong asked subconsciously, "Is senior at home?"

"I've lost everything and was directly banned. How dare I go to see my parents—Junior Brother Lin, how could you not be able to help? President Fei didn't do it just because of you—"

Hearing that he was very drunk, Lin Cong hung up the phone halfway through listening, but clearly captured the last few words.

Surprised, he ran to look at the small window in the corridor, and Fei Lang's sports car had already driven away.He didn't dare to believe Li Die's drunken words, let alone ask Fei Lang about it.

But these days, a lot of black material should disappear, rumors should be refuted, all problems have been solved, and the smoothness is unbelievable. These are all due to a certain marketing account that is suspected to be operated by Ferran Xingxuan.

why?

No one would be nice to another person for no reason, and it was even more impossible for a young and promising person like Fei Lang who managed a lot of family property to spare his precious time for no reason to meddle in the affairs of a small artist.

Lin Cong thought of a possibility, the more he thought about it, the more he felt his heart beating violently, but he tried his best to suppress the sense of surprise.

Whether it's family background, identity, or personality, they are all too far apart.

……

Liu Xiao accompanied Lin Cong and Jing Qian to the LIM headquarters building to meet the founder of LIM.

She had a hard time along the way.

Han You reminded her ten thousand times, and absolutely could not say that Fei Lang deliberately arranged the encounter with Lin Cong on the day of Mid-Autumn Festival.But as Lin Cong's fan, she felt it was her responsibility to let Lin Cong know the truth.

Moreover, Fei Lang runs one of the largest and most extensive film and television entertainment companies. Her father is Fei Lang's driver, and she has been in the fan circle all year round. She knows more about the twists and turns between gold masters and celebrities than ordinary fans. much.

A person like Fei Lang has firmly held power and money in his hands since he was born. If he wants something, who knows what means he will use?

Liu Xiao was full of guilt and uneasiness, fearing that he would have made a mistake by letting Lin Cong and Fei Lang alone that night, so he asked cautiously, "Brother Lin, what did you and President Fei talk about on the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Jing Qian's eyes widened: "What? Have you seen Mr. Fei?"

Lin Cong thought for a while: "It's just a chance encounter... Mr. Fei told me that the moon was round and bright that night."

Liu Xiao: "...This topic is really difficult to talk about."

Lin Cong smiled helplessly: "Yes."

Liu Xiao looked at Lin Cong's helpless but relaxed and natural expression, and felt that her worries were unnecessary.

LIM's headquarters building has a glass curtain wall appearance, and it is only one street away from several famous buildings in Yanjing City.The hall is brightly lit and the decoration is simple and atmospheric.

Sitting on the leather sofa next to the reception desk is a middle-aged man with a strong aura. He has neatly combed black hair with a few strands of silver in it, but he is in good spirits and has sharp eyes.

As soon as Lin Cong stepped into the hall, he felt his right eyelid twitch and rubbed his eyes.

The staff at the front desk looked up at him: "May I ask who you are?"

Jing Qian helped him answer: "This is Mr. Lin Cong, I am his manager, and this is her assistant. We have made an appointment to meet Mrs. Lin Zonglin."

The staff looked at the sofa in embarrassment, and the middle-aged man got up and walked towards Lin Cong, with a contemptuous tone and no good intentions: "I heard that Mr. Lin is here to talk about endorsement today."

Lin Cong smiled gently and stretched out his hand: "Who are you?"

"I'm the Sales Director of LIM Asia, Qi Hai."

The other party didn't even look at it, Lin Cong's hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly.

Qi is not a common surname, Lin Cong caught a glimpse of his work certificate hanging by his pocket, and immediately understood.

The person in front of him was Qi Yun's father, and it was he who revoked the endorsement agreement with Lin Cong and gave the opportunity to his son Qi Yun.

Seeing that Lin Cong was silent, Qi Hai raised his lips with a look of complacency: "It seems that I don't need to say more, Mr. Lin already understands that even if you win the chance to meet Mr. Lin himself, there is no hope , I am the overall person in charge of sales and endorsements.”

Jing Qian was afraid that Lin Cong would not be able to deal with this kind of conflict, so she was about to speak, but Lin Cong said with a smile: "I didn't fight for this opportunity, it was President Lin and Mrs. Lin who invited me to meet. Maybe you have the final spokesperson power, but they can also invite a young man to the company for a cup of tea?"

Qi Hai was suddenly blocked and speechless, he turned around and sat back on the sofa after being stunned for a while.

Even if the young man was furious and spoke out, he could easily deal with it, but Lin Cong's words were very polite and demeanor, and it seemed that Qi Hai was unreasonable and completely disrespected the wishes of Lin and his wife.

The more Qi Hai thought about it on the sofa, the more angry he became, his entire face flushed red with anger.Jing Qian quietly praised Lin Cong, and said softly, "Well said."

The staff over there answered a call, and smiled cautiously at the few people present: "President Lin and his wife are already waiting for you in the conference hall. Director Qi, they also want to see you. They want you to be with Mr. Lin."

Qi Hai was stunned for a moment, and Lin Cong was also stunned, not knowing what happened.

The staff led them through the spacious corridor and pushed open the heavy door of the conference hall.Qi Hai walked in first, followed by Lin Cong.

Then his feet seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move, and even the rhythm of his breathing seemed to be frozen.

Sitting on the other side of the conference room were his parents.

He has been away from home for many years on business trips, earning the wages of an "ordinary working class" and living a frugal life with his parents.

He decided to give up looking for a job that matched his finance major, and try his luck in the entertainment industry, because once he started in the entertainment industry, it would be worth the hard work of many people for several years.

He worked hard to make money from filming and wanted them to live better, but they lied to him for so many years.

Lin Cong lost his words for a moment, Jing Qian patted him on the shoulder from behind, and whispered, "Don't be nervous, I'll talk."

"Okay...thank you, sister Qian..." Lin Cong took a few steps forward, "I don't know what to say anyway."

This sentence was heard by everyone present, and the faces of others changed.Lin Yingshan and Zhong Lanying's expressions were particularly stiff, with guilt and embarrassment entangled in clenched teeth.

Qi Hai felt that Lin Cong was too impolite, and when he saw the expressions of the Lins and his wife were not right, he unconsciously raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Mr. has a tutor."

Now the faces of the Lins and his wife became even worse. Zhong Lanying didn't like to be patient, so she glanced at Qi Hai on the spot: "Director Qi, who do you say has no tutor?"

Qi Hai hadn't realized why Zhong Lanying was angry, and added with a compensatory smile: "It's Mr. Lin Cong you invited here. My son Qi Yun doesn't dare to shake his face in front of you."