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After the work was arranged properly, Xing Ming returned to his usual cold voice and asked Ruan Ning, "Is birthday interesting?"

"Interesting, very interesting." Ruan Ning reported several names one after another. These names have frequently appeared in various popular talent shows on East Asia TV in recent years. The former lead singer of the men's group, who was once a smash hit, has never appeared in the mainland since his solo career.

The stars are shining, and the birthday party is almost in time for the Spring Festival Gala.

Xing Ming couldn't help thinking that these rock stars and folk queens seemed to be not East Asian resources, but Luo You's own connections.Before knowing Luo You's wealth and background, he thought that he had taken advantage of Dong Ya, but now it seems that it is really hard to say whether Dong Ya has supported Luo You or Luo You has made Dong Ya in recent years.

When Xing Ming was thinking wildly, Ruan Ning continued: "These people are all Luo You's friends, and they seem to want to take this opportunity to discuss cooperation with our Pearl TV station, but Mr. Yu didn't show up from the beginning to the end."

A good business negotiation was messed up by himself, Xing Ming suddenly felt ashamed of his own naivety, coughed uncomfortably, and changed the subject: "He asked you to bring something to Teacher Yu, what did you take?"

"A Lange watch." Ruan Ning sighed, "Two 10,000+."

Xing Ming fell into a brief silence. He was not interested in luxury watches and cars, but he just didn't understand why Luo You gave Yu Zhongye something for his birthday?

"Boss," Ruan Ning heard that Xing Ming was silent, and continued, "I found that Luo You didn't look so approachable, and he seemed to be hiding a knife in his smile. Mr. Yu didn't show up last night. After laughing at people, he was always gloomy, and I secretly saw him throwing his face at Lao Chen, and Lao Chen dared not say anything like a grandson."

After hanging up on Ruan Ning, Xing Ming put Luo Yu to the back of his mind, called Su Qinghua, and told him about his new topic.He planned to take a group of people on a business trip on Monday afternoon, and the rest of them had to stay in the station to catch up on the production of the program. Before May [-]st, the third phase of the finished product would be finished. The time was pressing and he was dying. Only Su Qinghua was in charge of the group, so he could rest assured.

Early on Monday morning, Xing Ming drove to pick up Su Qinghua and drove him into the Pearl Garden.

As soon as he stepped into the big office area, Ruan Ning told him to go to the editor-in-chief's office, smiled and gave him a wink, saying that Editor Wang wanted to see him.

Xing Ming went with his new topic and outline, handed it in respectfully, and then stood up straight, waiting for the other party to teach.

"Come home on Saturday, why don't you sit a little longer?"

"I heard from my teacher that you are busy, so I dare not waste your time."

"Come here, what else do you bring?" Editor Wang pushed his glasses, carefully reviewed the outline brought by Xing Ming, and asked, "This outline is well revised, did you make it yourself?"

"It's not considered to be done by myself, but according to your old teachings, it has been perfected little by little."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xing Ming found that he had really changed, became more solid, and more at ease.In the past, he didn't bother to bow his head to others, even if he bowed his head occasionally, it was always with cunning calculations and ambitions - bowing his head meant compromise, and compromise meant showing weakness.He would rather die than die.

But now he is actually willing, still waiting for the other party to speak with a straight posture, sincere and humble.

Er Er, Editor Wang shook his head, sighed, and said that the topic selection was still too difficult and dangerous, but this world belongs to you after all, you are young, presumptuous, unwilling to admit defeat and not afraid of death, maybe you can really make it out.

Then he nodded again, waved his hand, and said that it was all right, and decided on the topic and outline. I wish "Oriental Vision" an immediate success and a blockbuster success.

Xing Ming exited the editor-in-chief's office, but couldn't restrain his inner excitement when he was still at the door, and clenched his fists vigorously.Before people had time to go far, they heard Editor Wang and his colleagues bragging in a triumphant tone: "This cigarette was brought back to me by Uncle Yu from England. Just the day before yesterday, he personally lit it for me..."

Xing Ming couldn't help laughing, and thought that this person's temper was also interesting, like an old child, he could only touch it smoothly, not against it.

After returning to the office and finishing the division of tasks, he pushed Su Qinghua's wheelchair and took him around the Pearl Garden.

Su Qinghua hadn't stepped into the Pearl Garden for some years, and kept frowning and squinting, as if he didn't know where he was.The Pearl Garden is actually the same as this city, half of which still maintains the simplicity and elegance of the beginning of its establishment, and the other half has developed with the times, turning into a reinforced iron frame, beyond recognition.Xing Ming pushed Su Qinghua to wander aimlessly, showing him flowers, trees, those buildings with a sense of time and the skyscrapers that have only been erected in the past two years.

On the way, Xing Ming saw that the laces of Su Qinghua's leather shoes were untied, so he knelt down in front of him and lowered his head to tie them for him.

After tying up his shoelaces, Xing Ming raised his face and looked at Su Qinghua from bottom to top.Sometimes he dare not look at him.Su Qinghua is a very emotional person by nature, and he is very prone to great sorrow and joy, but his smoky gray eyes are naturally very melancholy, and after he is injured, there is often a tragic and desolate expression on his face, which is unbearable to watch.

Perhaps the sun is good today, and the dense light sifts down from the branches, illuminating the white hair on the sideburns and the fine lines around the eyes, making this vicissitudes-worn face extraordinarily peaceful and serene.Xing Ming looked at Su Qinghua quietly, and couldn't help but think back to more than ten years ago, his father and this man were holding the guitar and playing and singing: Before this dark night, please come to my boat...

Su Qinghua also slightly lowered his head to look at Xing Ming, and suddenly he looked straight ahead, his expression changed from calm to strange.Xing Ming stood up, turned his head, and found that Yu Zhongye was walking towards him.

Yu Zhongye and Su Qinghua were old acquaintances, and it was rare to see each other, so they asked him to have dinner together.

Just thinking about the scene where the three of them were sitting at the same table made Xing Ming feel awkward. Maybe Yu Zhongye didn't mind being pointed at his nose and scolded again and again, but Su Qinghua might not be at ease.

What's more, he has ghosts in his heart, paper can't wrap fire, Yu Zhongye's eyes every time he looks at him, often scalds his skin to pieces, as if it will ignite by itself in the next second.

Xing Ming didn't want to go, and said he was going on a business trip. In fact, he really wanted to go on a business trip, but Director Yu's attitude was indisputable.

This time it was changed to a different place, not Boss Mazi’s red shed, but a Japanese-style izakaya.

Entering the door is a warm orange light. At first glance, I thought the store was not big, but when I walked deeper, I found that there was something wrong with it.The concept kitchen is open and visible, but other places are in a typical Japanese style, simple and elegant. The description of the literary point is that it has a haiku style, and the consumption level is not low at a glance.

There are not many people, and some diners are sitting in the non-private room, talking in Japanese.

The boss here is Japanese, but he speaks Chinese fluently than many Chinese.It seemed that he knew the director of Mingzhutai early in the morning, and enthusiastically led the three of them into the private room, and asked Yu Zhongye if he wanted to take out the wine he hid here?

Yu Zhongye asked Su Qinghua what he meant, and Su Qinghua said: "Mr. Yu is too expensive, and the wine is too good. I guess he can't get used to the wine that ordinary people like to drink."

"Why speak angry words in front of your apprentice," Yu Zhongye said with a magnanimous smile, "I just want to accompany you."

There was no baijiu that Su Qinghua was used to drinking in the izakaya, so the boss went to a nearby convenience store to buy it.When Su Qinghua was young, he was not average or foreign, but when he was old, he was injured and sick, and he was only skinny and bony. Normally, his old-fashioned genes were not obvious, but when he was on the wine table, he was very powerful. .

The 90-degree vodka is nothing to worry about, but the 70-degree Laobaigan is nothing. They didn't chat a few words, and the food didn't come to the table. The two clinked glasses one after another and drank more than half of the bottle.

The air pressure was very low, and the atmosphere was weird. It was obvious that the two of them couldn't talk together at all.Xing Ming's mouth was dry, his bones were dislocated, and the city gate was on fire, causing the fish in the pond. These two old things are not happy, why do you make yourself feel uncomfortable?He swallowed to moisten his throat, got up and wanted to pour himself a glass of white wine.

Yu Zhongye stopped him with a voice: "You are not allowed." He leaned forward, raised his hand to stroke his forehead, and checked his temperature: "Your fever has not subsided."

This man's gesture is very strange, with a hint of lust. His fingers slid from his forehead to his temples, and then slid along the contours of his cheeks to his chin. With a shiver, he quickly turned his face away.

Su Qinghua's eyes pierced over, and Xing Ming didn't dare to meet his eyes, like a failed test paper that was secretly hidden at the parents' meeting, he interrupted in a panic: "Master, you should also drink less .”

"Your master should drink more." Yu Zhongye said, "Teaching such a good apprentice, you should celebrate it anyway."

"Ming Ming is really good, smart and hardworking," Su Qinghua answered casually, praising his apprentice for his dedication, "Not a professional background, but not inferior to those who are the top students in the class, they are born to be media professionals. "

Yu Zhongye nodded, and looked at Xing Ming with a smile: "Although the start was late, the stamina is full."

The topic turned to himself, but fortunately the waiter brought the food to the table in time.The dishes were exquisite, and the aroma of the food was faintly dispersed. Xing Ming let out a deep breath, and said to himself, if the three mouths of three people are all blocked by food, there may be fewer words.

When Xing Hong was imprisoned, Su Qinghua was running around doing business. He was more anxious than Tang Wan. It's a pity that a young tabloid reporter repeatedly overturned the case and failed. subsequent influence.Xing Ming is grateful to this master, but also always has a complicated emotion.Is every idealist who doesn't know the current affairs the same, burning and dying, unable to do anything alone.

After Su Qinghua's spine was injured and paralyzed, his fingers often twitched and numb. In severe cases, he couldn't even hold chopsticks.Xing Ming has always been considerate to his master, especially when the two of them were eating together at the same table, he saw that a sweet shrimp caught by Su Qinghua fell to the ground, so he immediately put the food on his own plate, removed the bones of the fish, and removed the seafood. After the shell, clip it back on.

He was sitting next to Su Qinghua, opposite Yu Zhongye, and he could clearly feel Yu Zhongye's deep long eyes staring at him all the time while doing this.very hot.

Su Qinghua's gaze pierced his face again, this time it was sharper than before, mixed with suspicion, bewilderment and suspicion.Xing Ming pretended to be free, but in reality his heart was already beating like a drum, thumping, and the impact made his entire chest resonate.After finishing the plate of Chinese food for Su Qinghua, he stood up, wanting to run away before his relationship with Yu Zhongye was fully exposed.

"Mr. Yu, I have to go on a business trip at night." Master for one day, father for life, the meaning of the word "Master" is self-evident. In front of Su Qinghua, his address to Yu Zhongye has changed.

Yu Zhongye drank half a cup by himself, didn't look at Xing Ming and didn't reply, Xing Ming didn't sit or walk, so he stood in front of him and added: "Everyone in my group will go first. No, I won’t go alone as the leader, no way.”

After a few minutes, Yu Zhongye finally looked up at Xing Ming, with a slight smile on his lips: "Let Lao Lin take you to the airport tomorrow morning - now, sit down."