Mr. Fu is always too annoying

The golden light on the text in the frame is fleeting.

Wen Lang took a look: "What is this?"

"The task interface of the Monster Bureau, it is said that all the things within the jurisdiction will be displayed on it, and the function is probably similar to the automatic summary book and memo."

"Is it so smart?" Wen Lang felt that this black technology is very powerful, "But... what do the string of question marks behind it mean?"

In fact, Fu Tong didn't know either, but this didn't prevent him from fooling the kids.

Fu Tong opened his mouth calmly: "Probably because you didn't pay the money. After completing these tasks, there will be bonuses. You don't have to pay this part of the money. Is it possible that you still expect the Monster Bureau to pay you? Don't think about it, I won't accept your agency The fee is fine."

Wen Lang was shocked: "What about serving the people?"

Fu Tong laughed: "There has never been such a clause in the management regulations and purposes of the Monster Bureau."

Wen Lang: "..."

I have never seen such a brazen department.

Xiao Zai Zai grunted a few times in his heart, but he believed it because he had little social experience. He just wanted to ask Fu Tong about how much he got, when he heard the person in front of him laugh, with a lazy and joking voice: "Little friend, lie to me." your."

Wen Lang was silent for a few seconds, rolled up the script in his hand, and flung it mercilessly at Fu Tong's face.

He turned around and walked in the direction of the resting place. Fu Tong paved the script and followed with a smile: "Are you angry? Don't be angry, don't be angry, how about treating you to dinner?"

Wen Lang stopped and looked at him defensively: "What conspiracy do you have?"

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "Then how can it be, kid, don't think so badly of me, I can't cheat anyone if I cheat you, right?"

Wen Lang said indifferently: "Really?"

Fu Tong just laughed: "It's really nothing, I just have a meal and ask you how to raise your dog... How about Wuweizhai?"

His Majesty Taotie: Heh.

You don't really want to eat with me, you just want to learn how to raise a dog with me.

But if you don’t eat spicy chicken friends’ rice, you won’t eat it for nothing.

Thinking of this, Wen Lang glanced at Fu Tong, and said in a very cold manner: "Let's go then, I'll pick the most expensive order, and it's the kind of order that you can't finish eating, and you can take it away. Don't feel bad."

Fu Tong laughed: "No problem."

Wen Lang went to the front and told the crew that the director was a cheerful person, and it was still early for Wen Lang's subsequent scenes, so he agreed without thinking.

The two big monsters left the set, and came to Wuweizhai for a special social dog-raising exchange dinner.

Up to three hours.

Delicious.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Lang was going back to the set to catch up with the set, and a few minutes after Fu Tong sent him there, he also received a call from Lu Chuan.

The thing about the endorsement filming that was postponed until today.

Knowing that Fu Tong was not at home, the manager felt a pain in his head, but he had no choice but to hurry to him.

Twenty minutes later, Fu Tong stood by the side of the road and saw Lu Chuan from afar.

The original white car was replaced with dark gray, simple and elegant, and Fu Tong liked it very much.

He walked over, and the car window was rolled down, but it was not only Lu Chuan who appeared in front of him, but also Huang Lang and...

Cang Huai.

The two got out of the car and smiled at Fu Tong in a polite manner.

Fu Tong paused for a few seconds on their faces, then looked at Lu Chuan again: "What's going on?"

"New assistant." Lu Chuan said, "Didn't you introduce Huang Lang? I feel pretty good, with good looks and a lot of social experience. I'm still your little fanboy. Although his education is not as good as Shuhe's, he still graduated from a bachelor's degree. Do you understand the undergraduate course? It’s much better than you.”

What Lu Chuan said was the truth.

There are many monsters in human society now, but there are really few with a high level of education. After all, monsters were busy practicing when they first became spirits.

Therefore, monsters like Shu He and Huang Lang are a clear stream in the circle.

Fu Tong was speechless: "...What about him?"

This refers to Cang Huai.

Lu Chuan had expected him to ask this question a long time ago, and he laughed when he heard the words: "Shuhe is a hamster, and his racial talent is similar to that of Doraemon. Although Huang Lang doesn't have this kind of talent, Canghuai Xing, the two of them together are comparable." Yu the second Shuhe, boss, you deserve it."

At the same time, Fu felt that what he said made sense.

But this is not what Mr. Yazi wants to ask.

He tilted his head to look at Cang Huai: "Didn't you say you want to go back to Longxun Mountain? Why, don't you plan to go back?"

The person he was looking at stood there silently. After a moment, he opened his mouth in a low voice: "I've gone back, but... I feel like I can't go back."

Fu Tong meal.

Then I heard Cang Huai's voice again: "The spirits I used to be familiar with are now walking away and dying, and there is no one left, and Longmianjian is more than half dead, and the flowers beside it are withered , Dust everywhere, without the protection of you and Fu Qianyuan, only nine years have passed, Long Xun Mountain is no longer like the old Long Xun Mountain, you..."

He paused for a few seconds, and his voice was a little lower than before: "If you have time, go back and have a look. Maybe in a few years, you and I won't even be able to find the way back."

Fu Tong's heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed by something, and it hurt densely.

But he didn't say anything.

The surrounding area became extremely quiet for an instant.

Although Lu Chuan didn't know what happened to Fu Tong on Longxun Mountain before, he could get a glimpse of it from his attitude of not mentioning the past in the past nine years, and Huang Lang's nest in the monster bureau for a few days, that kind of feeling Stronger than he came.

The two of them looked at each other for a while, and after a long while, the savage little Huang Maoer went out and pretended to check the time: "Brother Tong, there is only less than an hour left before the shooting time. In the past, we had to go off the scene to put on makeup, or we Get in the car first? Otherwise it will be too late."

The voice was clear and clear, and the panic-stricken range just now disappeared in an instant.

Fu Tong raised his head and hummed lightly.

Feeling relieved, Lu Chuan hurriedly greeted a few people and got into the car. Huang Lang was a winking little weasel. He told jokes and played funny videos along the way, and finally managed to make Fu Tong laugh when he was approaching the building.

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The literacy of fans is so online.

scissors hand.

It was just two o'clock when we arrived at Longjing Building.

What Fu Tong is going to shoot this time is the endorsement of an international luxury menswear brand in China. The brand name is [illusory], which means illusion.

The request from the brand side is lazy and noble, not a superficial disguise, but the kind that is engraved in the bone, and no one else can imitate it anyway. It is inherently noble.

Among the younger generation in the circle, Fu Tong is probably the only one who can deserve this term.

A few people went to the agreed place, there was already someone waiting there, it was Xie An, the China director of [illusory].

He looks like he is in his 30s, with a normal business style, and looks very ordinary.

The two parties shook hands in a very pompous manner. Xie An was a talkative person. He led them to the shooting room, and he also told the history and basic situation of [illusory] along the way.

After listening for a few minutes, Fu Tong turned his head to look at Lu Chuan, the meaning was obvious—he was so strange.

Lu Chuan is very innocent—I don’t know, after all, I also heard it from hearsay, and it’s normal to make mistakes.

--Pooh.

——Don't don't don't.

--Ah.

--calm down.

--roll.

——No no no.

The two people communicated with each other unscrupulously in the back, and the meaning they wanted to express was accurate throughout.

Soon, the shooting room arrived.

Xie An stopped in his tracks: "The inside is the shooting room. The photographer has already arrived. I have something to do, so I won't go in. I wish you success."

With that said, he turned his head and smiled slowly at Fu Tong.

The very formulaic smile made Fu Tong take back all the words he was going to say later, and the people next to him also showed astonishment, staring blankly at the person in front of them.

Xie An's appearance at this time was really too weird.

His complexion was pale, his eyes were rolled up until only the whites remained, and the smile on the corner of his lips almost reached his cheeks, it was very weird.

But his voice was normal, and he didn't seem to know what he looked like. After seeing the expressions of Lu Chuan and the others, he was taken aback for a moment, and said a little helplessly, "What's wrong with me?"

At the same time as the words came out, the appearance had returned to its original state.

Fu Tong watched it for half a minute, feeling that the doubt and bewilderment in his tone and expression seemed fake, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something and wanted to ask you."

Xie An laughed: "What?"

Fu Tong met his eyes: "Have you encountered any abnormal or supernatural things in your family or on you recently?"

Xie An's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a small step back almost unconsciously, but he quickly reacted and smiled casually: "Of course not, I've been doing well recently, besides, where in this world Those supernatural and unscientific things are all imaginary."

Fu Tong didn't make a sound, just looked at him for a moment.

Xie An barely looked at him for a few seconds, then turned his eyes away, and said in a slightly flustered voice, "It's getting late, I really have something urgent to do here, so I'll be leaving now...see you later."

The sentence ended in a hurry, and he turned around in a panic without waiting for Fu Tong's response after he finished speaking, but he was stopped by Fu Tong again just after walking two steps.

Xie An turned his head and looked at him nervously.

But Fu Tong didn't continue to ask any more questions, and just casually handed him a card: "Mr. Xie, take this first, it might be useful, but remember it... don't be too late."

The whole body of the card was pitch black, with only an address written on it in small golden letters, and no other contact information.

Xie An was taken aback, but when he came back to his senses, the person in front of him had already entered the shooting room, and he was the only one left in the corridor with a pitch-black card in his hand.

He lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, carefully put away the card as if he were some kind of treasure, turned around and entered the elevator.

And Xie An's actions naturally caught Fu Tong's eyes exactly.

Fu Tong withdrew his gaze: "Okay, what are you looking at when everyone is gone, work is important."

The three people next to him turned their heads and followed him a few steps forward. After all, Xiao Huangmaoer couldn't hold back and asked aloud.

"Brother Tong, what happened to him just now?"

After the words fell, Fu Tong's voice rang out in the surrounding silence.

"Dementor."