Pleasant wood into forest

The conference room was so quiet.

"For two years in a row, the impact of new media cannot be underestimated. There is no doubt that the traditional model of pure paper media is no longer in line with the market. I still suggest that the "Green Lemon" section be banned next year."

"According to what I have learned from other newspapers, except for the two supported by the government, almost all others are losing money. As a leader in the media industry, we should be at the forefront and set an example."

"President Yang, what do you think?"

It was Pei Hai who spoke, the director of Guangxin Group.

All eyes in the meeting room immediately focused on the other end of the meeting table, where a man was sitting.

Yang Yizun finally raised his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, and asked in a deep voice, "How much did you lose?"

He hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was slightly hoarse, and in this dull conference room, it was so crisp that his throat was a little itchy.

Someone reported a number below.

Yang Yizun nodded: "It's a loss, let's continue."

Pei Hai smiled reluctantly, seemingly helpless, then turned to the short man beside him and said, "Next, Mr. Xue will report on the progress of the film and television drama project."

Before the meeting was over, Yang Yizun left early.

"This is the third time President Pei has proposed to kick out "Green Lemon" this year." Assistant Su Jing pressed the elevator.

Yang Yizun's expression was calm, as if he didn't hear.

Su Jing glanced at him, and secretly counted in his heart, yes, at least he said four sentences at today's meeting-"Let's start", "How much is the loss?", "Let's lose, let's continue", "You guys continue".

Much stronger than last time.

"Tomorrow is the first day of the audition." Su Jing quickly followed him out of the elevator, "Do you want to spare some time to observe?"

"Need not."

As expected, Su Jing nodded, stepped forward to protect Yang Yizun's head and opened the car door for him.

The car drove out of the underground parking lot and quickly disappeared into the night.

It was still daylight, and Xia Wei was already fully dressed in front of the mirror.

"Housekeeper!" He packed his backpack and shouted downstairs.

No one answered downstairs.

He took his shoulder bag and changed his sneakers. When he went out, he saw an expired newspaper on the table. He paused, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash.

As soon as she opened the rolling gate, she was startled. A little girl squatted at the door with a teddy dog ​​in her arms. When she looked up, she saw Xia Wei, her reddish eyes lit up.

Xia Wei took two steps back subconsciously, making a defensive posture with both hands.

"my dog……"

Xia Wei stared at the dog in her arms, and forced a smile: "Is the dog sick? The boss hasn't woken up yet, so wait a little longer."

After finishing speaking, he walked away from her far away, stepped on the bicycle with long legs, and rode out without looking back.

The morning sun shines into the alley, and Xia Wei rides his bicycle through in the breeze, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, full of indescribable youthfulness.

"Speaking of this audition for actors, tsk tsk, you didn't see that the registration team has lined up for a full three blocks, and that formation—hey, Xiao Xia, it's so early today to deliver the goods."

Xia Wei pressed the brake: "No delivery today." After speaking, he jumped out of the car, picked a clean table and sat down, "Have a bowl of salted bean curd."

Boss Zhao, who was at the early shop, was in his early fifties, with a fat head and big ears, and his cooking skills were not very good, but his mouth was like storytelling material.It starts on time at 06:30 every morning, covering international current affairs and anecdotes, only you can't finish listening to it, and he can't tell it without him.

Few of the people living in this tube building are rich. Many people like to come here to eat a bowl of wontons that don't taste very good in the morning. It is also a pleasure to listen to him talk about the latest gossip news vividly.

"Tell me, old Zhao, what's going on?"

"Hey, don't worry." Boss Zhao filled a large bowl of tofu curds, put two spoonfuls of white sugar in his heart, and handed it to Xia Wei, and then said, "By the way, the boss of Guangxin Entertainment, do you know who it is? ?”

Xia Wei scooped up the piece of bean curd dipped in sugar with a small spoon expressionlessly.

"Isn't it called Yang Guangxin?"

"Look at your backward information." Boss Zhao shook his head with a heartbroken look, "Yang Guangxin died of cancer three years ago! The current boss is his son who was kicked out of the house back then——Yang Yizun! "

Xia Wei took a low-quality disposable chopsticks, muddied the bean curd, took a sip from the bowl, and frowned.

There is still too much sugar, it is too sweet.

"I think Guangxin is developing very well now. The stocks I bought last year have increased several times. His son is quite capable. Why was he kicked out of the house back then?"

Boss Zhao smiled mysteriously: "You don't know this, do you know? There is an old saying in China that there are three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest is to have no descendants." This Yang Yizun is good at everything, but he offended the old man on one thing alone taboo..."

Xia Wei put down the bowl, knocked the bottom of the bowl on the table, and made a muffled "dong" sound: "Boss, collect the money!"

"Hey, two yuan."

When he was on the wrong side, Boss Zhao took the two steel coins and remembered: "Send two boxes of beer to my house tomorrow?"

Xia Wei stepped into the car and smiled: "I quit my job, and I won't give it away in the future."

Every city has an iconic building. It may not be the latest and tallest, or even not that conspicuous, but it must be the local residents who will immediately build a map of the surrounding area when they mention it.Guangxin Building is such an existence, timeless and unshakable.

The old man of the Yang family spent the first half of his life in politics and the second half of his life in business. He was a remarkable figure in both the business and political circles. He has passed away for three years, and the building and square named after him are still developing vigorously.In the past two years, through the operation of the subordinates, the area of ​​the square has been doubled, almost catching up with several football fields.

The registration point for the audition was set up on the square, and it was full of people at the moment.

Xia Wei rode slowly through the crowd, and saw the daydreams of turning over from salted fish written on the faces of young men and women queuing up.He watched it for a while, gradually got bored, turned around and left.

Before the people could squeeze out, the crowd behind them suddenly pushed and shoved.

Xia Wei's car was hit by a girl, he hurriedly supported himself on one foot, the girl had already pushed him away and ran out, lying on the railing to look around.

A black Land Rover drove over from a distance, and the speed was fast. He heard people whispering around him, and the excitement could not be concealed in their tone.

"That one?"

"Yes, that's the one."

Xia Wei followed their gazes, and his breath stagnated.

The black body was washed shiny, and the rear window was opened a crack, and a black outline could barely be seen inside.It was just a glance, and his whole body turned cold, as if a mass of black fire was burning in his chest, wrapped in dangerous flesh, ready to go.

The people in the car didn't move, they rested their chins carelessly, as if they saw them or didn't.The shadow of the car passed by in a hurry and quickly disappeared from sight.

The crowd sighed for a while, Xia Wei lowered his head and pursed his lips, trying to loosen his clenched fists, and stepped on the pedal.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Su Jing knocked on the office door with a thick pile of documents.

"The list of those who participated in the audition for the past few days is here," Su Jing put down the information, "The screening was carried out according to your requirements."

"En." Yang Yizun rubbed his palms after signing the document.

"It's hurting again?" Su Jing caught a glimpse, and skillfully bent over to find a tube of ointment from the cabinet, "You've been working too hard recently, old doctor Liang has urged you to go for acupuncture several times."

Yang Yizun ignored him, did not take the ointment, leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly took off his gloves.This can be regarded as a pair of very beautiful hands, with well-defined joints and slender fingers. Because they have not been exposed to light for many years, their skin has an abnormal whiteness.However, the terrifying scars on the palms and backs of the hands are really unsightly, one front and the other reverse, the position is just right, it looks like it was pierced by a sharp weapon.

It was almost late at night, there was no one in the building, and the surrounding area was very quiet, only Su Jing was sorting out the materials, occasionally making the sound of flipping through papers.

"Has anyone passed the film school recently?" After a long time, Yang Yizun broke the silence.

"Not yet." Su Jing collected the signed materials neatly and sorted them into categories. His eyes fell on the stack of audition lists, he paused, and carefully chose his words, "Excuse me for asking, what did you spend so much money on?" After years of searching, what kind of actor do you want to find?"

Yang Yizun glanced at him, lowered his head and put on his gloves again, without answering.

The electric gate of the parking lot has been closed. In the security room, the old man in charge of charging is lying on a chair and listening to the radio. Today is the famous Beijing opera "A Dream of a Lady in Spring".

"I don't expect to find a mandarin pillow again today, and the happy reunion may not be a dream..." He sang along while listening, shaking his head.

The window was slammed, which interrupted the rare comfort. He poked his head out impatiently, and was about to curse when he saw a boy with the appearance of a college student standing outside, looking anxiously at the window. he.

"Brother, my bicycle was stolen, can you check the surveillance for me?"

This boy looked young, wearing a simple T-shirt and sneakers, his skin was very fair, and there was a hint of softness between his brows, which was a very easy-to-love appearance.

"What's going on?" the security guard asked.

Xia Wei calmed down, and begged: "I accompanied my friend to sign up this afternoon, and after leaving for a while, the bicycle was stolen. I searched all over the place, but I couldn't find it. Brother, please help me, my bicycle Quite expensive."

After hearing this, the security guard glanced at him, and reluctantly opened the door: "Where did you lose it?"

Xia Wei hurriedly followed in. He was tall and almost bumped into the door frame when he entered: "The pergola behind is locked, and it will be gone in 10 minutes, after six o'clock in the afternoon."

The security guards slowly called out the monitoring, and moved back along the timeline.

"This is it, look." Xia Wei pointed to the bicycle lane on the screen, "Huh? Why is it gone?"

The security guard gave a "tsk" sound, and patted the monitor that had turned into a snowflake screen: "It must have been damp due to the rain in the past two days."

"Then, what should I do?" Xia Wei's face turned pale, "I borrowed this car. I heard that it costs more than 1 yuan. If I can't get it back..."

The security guard remembered: "The surveillance in the building can also see this area."

The front door of the building was locked, and the two of them went in from the first floor. There was an elevator there. It was only a few hundred meters away, and Xia Wei had already chatted with the security guard.

"No wonder I was kind to you at the first sight. I haven't listened to "A Dream of a Lady in Spring" for many years. When I was young, my dad often played it to me."

"It's rare, there are young people who like Peking Opera."

Xia Wei smiled and shook his head: "It's not really like her. When she was a child, she just felt that Mrs. Zhang was pitiful. After waiting and looking forward to it, year after year, she finally hoped for her husband to come back, but it turned out to be just a dream. The people who thought about it at night died before the army and became a pile of bones."

The security guard chuckled: "You can't say that, at least they can be reunited in their dreams."

Xia Wei bowed his head and smiled: "The one who came back is just a dead soul, without flesh and blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door opened.

They looked at each other for only a moment - at that moment, Xia Wei felt the black fire in his chest explode with a bang, and the flames shot into the sky.

"President Yang, Assistant Su." The security guard obviously didn't expect to meet the two leaders here, his expression changed, and he hurriedly stepped aside to make way.

The people in the elevator didn't move. The security guard thought it was because they didn't have enough space, so he stretched out his hand to pull La Xiawei again.

Su Jing stood in the elevator, surprised for a while. The leader didn't come out, so he didn't dare to move, so he had to test: "Mr. Yang? Did you leave something?"

No one answered him.

Su Jing poked his head out curiously, only to see a boy in front of him who looked like a student smiled at him, and slowly moved aside: "Sorry, it's blocking the way."

The air was quiet for several seconds, Yang Yizun looked away from the person in front of him, as if he had just recovered, he walked out of the elevator quickly without looking back.

"Tsk, how unlucky to meet the big leader at such a late hour." The security guard babbled, "I knew I had to take the stairs, and I didn't have two steps. By the way, you don't know him yet, he is the boss of our company, Yang -"

"Yang Yizun." Xia Wei interfaced, slightly raising his chin, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "How could you not know me?"

Along the way, Su Jing could feel the chill emanating from the person in the back seat through the seat.

"Mr. Yang..." Su Jing couldn't help asking, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Yang Yizun lowered his head, and squinted at him when he heard the words, his expression was a bit scary.

"Your hand..." Su Jing was shocked.

Even wearing gloves, it still couldn't hide the obvious trembling of that hand.

Su Jing quickly realized: "I haven't had an attack for several years, should I call you a doctor?"

"It's okay." Yang Yizun quietly looked at the unconsciously shaking right hand, as if looking at a monster that came back from the dead, and said in a deep voice, "Send a copy of today's audition file to my mailbox."

Su Jing was very surprised, and immediately replied: "Okay."