The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

Song Xuyao ​​has been racing all the way, and there are no people at Soochow Entertainment, so it's very suitable to come to the day to announce = prostitution, come to an office PLAY to make up for the shadow in his heart these two days, it's really a good reincarnation!

Song Xuyao, who was in need of a pack of decontamination powder, tidied up his appearance... There seemed to be nothing to tidy up. Song Xuyao ​​glanced at his shorts and slippers, then sneaked to Qiao Zhiyuan's office, preparing for a daily surprise .

Huh?Wait a minute... there are people inside.

Song Xuyao, whose dreams were shattered, withered immediately, and he would have swaggered in as Second Master Song on weekdays. He might have gotten used to eavesdropping recently. Song Xuyao ​​grabbed the door and squatted down reflexively, and pricked up his ears through the gap in the blackout curtain. Set up the antenna and listen to the most professional corner with the most professional posture.

Then he found that there was an extra person behind his butt.

A plain-looking woman in her 30s with black-rimmed eyes made a "shh" gesture to Song Xuyao ​​who turned her head, and then pointed to the office as a signal.

Song Xuyao ​​understood and nodded to her to express his understanding.

It seems to be a good feeling to have a comrade listening to the corner together.

So the two of them moved closer, held their breath and listened intently...

The atmosphere in the office was confusing and awkward, Qiao Zhiyuan sat on the chair and sipped his coffee expressionlessly.

Next to it, there were two people sitting on the sofa that Song Xuyao ​​often lay on, one big and one small.

A big middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. He is tall and well-maintained, and the details are also carefully taken care of. He looks like a popular Korean version of uncle.The younger one is not as imposing as the uncle. He looks about sixteen or seventeen years old. He wears ripped denim and a hip-hop top. He has dyed brown hair. His bangs are almost pierced into his eyes. He has a shiny earring on his left ear. , different from the perverted dress, this person has a fair and delicate face, at first glance he looks quite like a few male stars.

The eyebrows and eyes of one big and one small are exactly the same, as if a big fox brought a little fox to knock on the door of little chick.

Of course, this little chick is Wu Dong, that is, Boss Wu, the founder of Soochow Entertainment.

As for Qiao Zhiyuan, to paraphrase Song Xuyao, he's a vixen.

So the vixen and the two male foxes, one big and one small, had a brief exchange of eyes, neither of which was easy to mess with.

Wu Dong, who stood aside, had no choice but to speak, trying to create a good atmosphere: "Zhiyuan, this is our major shareholder, Mr. Zhou, and this is Mr. Zhou's son, Zhou Hao."

Previously, Soochow Entertainment almost went bankrupt because of Yu Feiran's job-hopping and Everbright Media's suppression. Fortunately, Mr. Zhou injected funds to tide over the difficulties, and then Mr. Zhou became one of the largest shareholders.

Like all goofy stories, the big shareholder of Zhou did this for his bohemian young son to enter the entertainment circle.

As for why they chose such a small workshop as Zhongdong Wu Entertainment, it is probably because the shareholder structure of a large company is complicated, and there are really no operational difficulties that require financial help.

Under Wu Dong's frowning, Qiao Zhiyuan finally responded: "Oh."

Wu Dong: ...Old friend, can your reaction be any more enthusiastic? ? ?

Qiao Zhiyuan looked at his watch: "So what's the matter? I was supposed to be on vacation today."

Coming here early in the morning has already given you, an old friend, a lot of face, OK?

How could Qiao Zhiyuan not know what the hell he was up to?

"It's like this..." Zhou Hao couldn't sit still.

However, Zhou Laohu blocked Zhou Hao's words in time: "Zhiyuan, you are the pillar of our Soochow, so I will ask you, that Yu Feiran just quit. Zhiyuan, you don't have to feel too sorry, Haohao is still young, but The qualifications are good, and more training and training will definitely not disappoint."

Outside, Song Xuyao's face turned green when he heard people say "Zhiyuan". Is Zhiyuan an old man like you? !

Qiao Zhiyuan's complexion was not much better in the inside, and Yu Feiran was mentioned only to give him a bad impression, but unfortunately, this Zhou Hao Zhoutian classmate is far worse than Yu Feiran, there are too many teenagers who have soaked in the adult world early Well, if you have a good appearance, you can grab a lot of them, you don't even have the aura of a teenager, and you have good qualifications. Do you want to become a teacher and cultivate immortality?

Just don't know where to complain.

Qiao Zhiyuan squinted his eyes: "Mr. Zhou means... want me to help train trainees?"

"No, we want you to be my manager." Zhou Hao was anxious, "Dad, you said it so implicitly that I didn't even understand it."

Qiao Zhiyuan smiled, "I'm sorry Mr. Zhou, maybe Mr. Wu didn't introduce you, but I'm currently Xiao Yan's manager."

Zhou Laohu glanced at his impatient young son, successfully silenced him, and then said with a smile: "Of course the company has other arrangements for Xiao Yan, you just need to be in charge of Haohao."

Qiao Zhiyuan suppressed his smile when he heard the words, his face sank, and he didn't answer.

Wu Dong didn't expect Mr. Zhou to say that, so he couldn't help but said, "Mr. Zhou, we didn't discuss it before. Haohao was temporarily taken by Zhiyuan, but he didn't say that he would change Xiao Yan's agent."

"Xiao Yan just showed his face just now and wanted to retreat for the final exam. He didn't consider the interests of the company at all, and it was a waste of previous resources and cultivation." Mr. Zhou said lightly, "Who will remember him a month later?" .”

Terrible!Song Xuyao ​​almost didn't jump up, actually wanted to pry Xiaoyan's corner and slander Xiaoyan, shameless!

Song Xuyao ​​was gnashing her teeth when she felt someone poke her back and was taken aback. When she turned around, she saw her "comrade-in-arms" pointing at herself.

"You mean..." Song Xuyao ​​suddenly realized, and lowered his voice, "You are another arrangement? They want you to be Xiaoyan's manager?"

The female agent nodded excitedly.

Song Xuyao ​​patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't let this happen."

The female manager winked at him desperately: ... Please be honest, please? ?Who in the company doesn't want to be Xiao Yan's manager, and who wants to be the "nanny" of that dude Zhou Hao Sunday? !

Song Xuyao ​​received the "grateful" look from the female manager, and shook his head chicly, "You're welcome."

Female manager: "..."

As the saying goes, if you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore, it's time for the hero to save the beauty!

Song Xuyao ​​was about to break in the door, but in the next second he was pulled back by a strong force from his back... The female manager hugged him by the waist, and would not let go of him even if he was beaten to death.

Didn't I just say it, how can I temporarily betray the water? !Song Xuyao ​​held his breath and stood up again, hey, he doesn't believe he can't beat a woman!

The female agent dragged him back to the ground with all her strength, she didn't want to be a babysitter, and she didn't want to die!

The fight between the two made a lot of noise outside.

Qiao Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze from staring at the door, sat back on the chair, and cast a sidelong glance at Old Fox Zhou, "President Zhou, do you know who my benefactor is?"

Old Fox Zhou froze for a moment, then frowned fiercely.

"Fund master? Who is it?" Zhou Hao was not surprised by it, but his expression was a little disdainful. His cronies also like to keep small stars for fun. This is a compulsory course for entering the entertainment circle, but he didn't expect Qiao Zhiyuan to be an agent. People are not too young, and they still like to play this game.

"It's me, my lord." Song Xuyao ​​broke through the door with difficulty, dragging a female agent around her waist, who was holding onto her tightly. Seeing that there were all bosses inside, the female agent let go of her hand in a panic.

Song Xuyao ​​breathed a sigh of relief, shook his T-shirt and sat down on the desk even more dissolutely, crossing his legs, "What? This... er... What's your name? What's your name?"

Mr. Zhou's face was so dark that ink could be squeezed out: "Mian's surname is Zhou, what about Song Ershao? I have admired you for a long time."

"Admiration soon." Song Xu waved his hands frivolously, "Mr. Zhou, do you have any objections to our Zhiyuan family?"

"How is it possible." The corners of Mr. Zhou's eyes twitched, "Otherwise, I wouldn't want Zhiyuan to teach the dog."

"Oh, that's it." Song Xuyao ​​changed the subject, "That week, Xiao Yan, the artist from Zhiyuan in our family, the CA brand spokesperson hand-picked by my brother Song Jing, Xiao Yan?"

Mr. Zhou: "This..."

"Mr. Wu!" Song Xuyao ​​interrupted him domineeringly, "How much is Soochow Entertainment's total assets?"

Wu Dong, who was called out for no reason, was a little confused: "Second Young Master, why are you asking this?"

Song Ershao raised his chin, "Tomorrow I will... I will let my brother inject money in! Double, no, triple the money!"

No need to save money for his brother!

Wu Dong's eyes lit up: "That's really great, welcome!"

"I don't know if Mr. Zhou has anything else to do." Song Xuyao ​​rolled his eyes at Qiao Zhiyuan, "My dear and I are going to have dinner."

"Then I wish Er Shao Song a happy meal." Mr. Zhou said with a grim expression, "Haohao, let's go."

Mr. Zhou paused when he passed by the female agent, "Miss Chen, I hope you will take care of me from now on. Come to my office and talk about it." It was as if Qiao Zhiyuan hadn't asked Zhou Hao to take him with him just now. .

Zhou Hao looked her up and down, and snorted, "Dad, she's too old-fashioned."

The female manager gave Song Xuyao ​​a desperate look, forced a wry smile and walked away with the two father and son.

Wu Dong also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling sorry for his old friend, and blamed him for being useless and not managing the company well.In order to make up for the crisis he caused, and for the prosperity of the company, Wu Dong said: "It's better to hit the sun than choose the day, Song Ershao, why don't we find a place to talk about the company's financing?"

"Get out!" Qiao Zhiyuan slapped him out of the office.

Wu Dong wailed: "Zhiyuan, I was wrong. Hey, I didn't expect Mr. Zhou to come up with such an idea. You know, it's impossible for me to bring him to you..."

Song Xuyao ​​closed and locked the door very coolly, keeping all the bad things out of the door.

Qiao Zhiyuan leaned back in the chair, squinted his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Song Xuyao ​​stepped forward to help him press his shoulders.

The scene was a little warm for a while.

Song Xuyao ​​shook his invisible big tail, "Honey, how is the strength?"

Qiao Zhiyuan said lazily "Yes", teasing him, "I didn't expect Second Young Master Song to also massage."

"That's it~ I'm a professional massager." Song Ershao put his nose on his face typically, and was a little proud, otherwise, how could he get four allowances from his parents, mother, grandma, and brother at the same time?It's all thanks to his industrious and skillful hands!

Song Xuyao ​​secretly glanced at Qiao Zhiyuan's collarbone, sucked his nose that suddenly became hot, made up his mind instantly, and leaned into Qiao Zhiyuan's ear and said, "From now on, I will be your exclusive masseur."

Is there the exclusive gentleness of a domineering president?

Feeling moved?

"Reject." Qiao Zhiyuan held Qiao Zhiyuan's hand down, and squeezed it hard, "Stop watching stupid dramas."

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

He was reading novels!Song Xuyao ​​knelt down and blew on his red paws aggrievedly.

Qiao Zhiyuan stood up, brushed a lock of Song Xuyao's hair, "Let's go, treat you to dinner."

Song Xuyao ​​resisted the excitement in his heart, bowed his head and circled without looking at him, "Honey, let's discuss with you, there must be a little more variety in the way of thanking you, right? And you still owe me a supper."

Qiao Zhiyuan looked at Song Xuyao's obedient little hair, and raised the corners of his lips, "Then invite you to eat at home."

"Really?" Song Xuyao ​​looked up at him immediately, and opened his arms, "The baby fell down, and Zhiyuan needs to hug him to get up."

Qiao Zhiyuan rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand to pull him up, Song Xuyao ​​held his hand and never let go.

When the two got into the car holding hands, Qiao Zhiyuan glared at him, "Let go."

Song Xuyao ​​clasped the fingers of the two, "Don't let go."

"Loose or not."

"It's not loose, it's not loose, it's not loose, hehe."

Qiao Zhiyuan grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and his veins exploded: "Go back to your own car."

"QAQ!"