Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

"The contract is five years, and the activities during the period are negotiated between you and the company, and must be agreed by both parties. A new album will be released every year, produced and released by Guo Beilin himself, and many other details are written in the contract. You There is no big problem with his name, he will not smash his own brand."

Jian Shaomei over there has already cheered: "Thank you, Mr. Lan!"

Lan Mingsu checked the time by the dim streetlights. It was 11:[-] in the evening, and he had talked with Guo Beilin for more than nine hours.

Negotiation is an art, too soft or too hard. Lan Mingsu is much more well-trained than Guo Beilin in this area. After nine hours of talking, he can still be gentle, polite and orderly. Some can't sit still.

"Does Mr. Lan want to eat?"

"It's a bit late. I'm going to work early tomorrow morning, and now I'm going home to sleep." Lan Mingsu tightened his collar and got into the car, his face in the mirror finally showed a tired look.

"I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow night."

Lan Mingsu smiled: "Okay."

"Eat instant noodles."

There was another smile: "Okay."

Good, good, everything is good, one day someone will come out to confess his love to him, will he say yes without exception?

"Are you in the car?" Jian Shaomei asked again.

"Ah."

After hesitating for a while, he said, "Mr. Lan, after signing the contract, I have a basic income, and I don't need to continue in the future...um... I'll take the money from you."

Lan Mingsu said: "Well, I know. You can do whatever you want."

"No, what I mean is..." The more Jian Shaomei said, the more she felt that she had missed the point, and said after a while, "Mr. Lan, I can stand on my own from now on."

"Yes. Guo Beilin will give you emergency training. After signing the contract, you will live in the place he designated for three to five months. He wants to release an album for you in September next year. You will also be busy."

"Well. Fortunately, there are few courses in the senior year, so I should be able to handle it."

No matter how you say it, it's as if your chest is blocked.What on earth was he trying to say, and how did it get involved in college courses again?

"Mr. Lan, I'll wait for you at Restaurant Y at 8 o'clock tomorrow night."

It was a restaurant in the city center, not low-grade, and not low-cost.Lan Mingsu instinctively wanted to decline, but on second thought, Jian Shaomei was anxious to thank him, and it would be bad for him to refuse, and what was he doing to save him money in such a hurry?

"Yeah." Lan Mingsu said.

"Mr. Lan... I really want to thank you..."

Jian Shaomei closed her mouth again.I wanted to thank him, but I also wanted something else more, but he was the one who was taken care of from the beginning to the end, and I always felt a little hard to say what I wanted.

What can he give Lan Mingsu?

"Well, no thanks." Lan Mingsu said, "Calling so late, aren't you afraid of waking up your roommate?"

"I'm downstairs."

"Go to sleep, don't catch cold in winter."

"It's not cold." Jian Shaomei said after a while, "Mr. Lan, go home, we'll talk tomorrow night."

"Ah."

Lan Mingsu hung up the phone.

In fact, he thought a lot about the contract today.Jian Shaomei will definitely be the object of admiration and yearning for many boys and girls in the future, and the history of being a male publicist in Blue Screen cannot be passed on no matter what.

What about the history of having sex with men?

Lan Mingsu turned the car key.Don't think about it, some things are useless no matter how much you think about them.

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"Sir, your guitar is ready." The saleswoman asked someone to carry a huge box into Lan Mingsu's car, turned it around a few times and almost couldn't put it in, and managed to adjust and barely closed the door.

"Thank you." Lan Mingsu took out the card.

"Mr.'s fingers don't look like someone playing a guitar. Is this a gift for someone?" The salesperson greeted with a smile, and put the printed receipt in front of him, "Thirteen thousand and nine, see if it's right. "

"Ah."

"Who is so lucky? A girlfriend?" Such a handsome man has been unable to take her eyes off since he entered the door, and he is so generous in his actions. His girlfriend is really going to die of happiness.

"Brother." Lan Mingsu whispered.

The saleswoman sighed, "Sir, you really dote on my younger brother."

Lan Mingsu's eyelashes moved.Sometimes he wants to spoil Jian Shaomei, but he is also careful not to overdo it... Is it really so obvious?

He asked again: "If he doesn't like it, can he change it himself? I don't know much about musical instruments."

I don't understand, so I picked an expensive one, and I don't have to post money when my brother comes to change it.The saleswoman's heart turned into a stream of spring water again: "Don't worry, except for the store manager's collection and not-for-sale items, he can choose any guitar he wants."

Lan Mingsu nodded and paid the money, then looked down at his watch again.

06:30, the time is still early, there is still an hour and a half before dinner, he can take a stroll around first.

He imagined Jian Shaomei's expression when he saw the guitar... The old man at the noodle stall was right, he was young and simple, if he did anything for him, he would be extremely grateful and adoring.

The phone in his pocket was vibrating, Lan Mingsu took it out to take a look, it was a photo sent by Jian Shaomei.

A black blazer, a black slim tie loosely worn, and hairsprayed.Below the photo was written: [Does it look good? 】

The corner of Lan Mingsu's mouth curved.She was born to be in the entertainment circle, so if this kind of photo is posted on Weibo, it will probably make people go viral.

Send the next photo again.

The white shirt was lifted up, and the belt was loosened a bit, revealing a good-looking eight-pack abs, half covering a red bean on the chest, two mermaid lines submerged in the trousers, with a lazy and mischievous expression on his face.

【Mr. Lan, do you want to continue watching?I also have a picture of you. 】

His picture?What picture of him?

There was a vibration, and a new photo was sent.

The heat on Lan Mingsu's face instantly surged upwards.

It was a pretty good photo of his angle, but it was a pity that he didn't wear any clothes, his body was naked, and he was pressed against the wall by Jian Shaomei.The photo only has the upper body, but the posture and expression can be seen to be making love.His face couldn't be seen clearly in the photo, and Jian Shaomei's head was also buried on his chest, secretly not clear, sucking a small bean on his chest.

[Does it look good, Mr. Lan? 】

Suddenly hurried footsteps came from all around, Lan Mingsu moved his ears, and instinctively deleted the last photo.

He raised his head, and at some point surrounded by four or five strange men, they dragged him back without saying a word.Lan Mingsu only felt that these people had great strength, and he couldn't shake them off. His mind was in a mess for a while, but he couldn't make any sound, so he could only be dragged back by them.A few passers-by around glanced at him, not knowing what happened, just pretending they didn't see anything.

Lan Mingsu was thrown into a car, the door was closed, and she immediately fell silent.

Sitting in front of him was a familiar man.

Lan Mingsu immediately understood what was happening, pulled up his suit jacket, and respectfully said to the fat man sitting opposite: "Mr. Qian, you are looking for me."

"Have you figured it out?" Mr. Qian asked with a smile.

Lan Mingsu said softly in an unquestionable tone: "Thank you, Mr. Qian, for your kindness. I have thought about it for a long time, and I feel that I am still young and not suitable for opening a law firm. I should give this opportunity to others."

"Mingsu, I admire you so much, why are you so ignorant of flattery." Mr. Qian smiled, "I wanted to get along with you, but now I'm afraid it won't work."

As he spoke, he took out a briefcase and threw it on Lan Mingsu's lap.

Lan Mingsu also knew that things would not be so simple, so he lowered his head and took out the contents of the briefcase.

It was stack after stack of photos.

The first few photos are okay, they are scenes of him going in and out of the company, eating and talking.The people inside include the boss, colleagues, and friends, each of which is different.His life seemed to be completely monitored, not only himself, but even the trivial matters of his friends were recorded.

The photo shows a woman kissing a strange man in a car.Mr. Qian pointed at the woman and said, "I accidentally photographed it. That's your boss's wife. Your boss is so family-minded that he doesn't even want to play outside, but his wife will enjoy it. Spend your boss's money to have a relationship with a woman." Boyfriend has been dating for more than a year."

Lan Mingsu's chest rose and fell.

Mr. Qian pointed to another photo and said, "This is your colleague. She works dignifiedly and generously in your company during the day, and earns extra money as a lady at night. I asked someone to buy her for a night, and she passed out after drinking less than two bottles." , let people take any photos.”

"Money always goes too far."

"Everyone is not a saint, who hasn't done anything against their conscience?" Mr. Qian turned out another one, "This is your former classmate, right? They said that they married a high-ranking woman, and they made it to the top. Now He's already in a relationship, but he actually cheated outside. His wife is not a person to mess with, and if she finds out, it may ruin his reputation."

Lan Mingsu said nothing.The photos here, once spread, will cause more than one person to commit suicide.

He continued to flip through, then stopped suddenly, his eyes fixed.

The person above was wearing casual clothes, and was standing at the door of Mr. Qian's house looking in. It was taken when he went to Mr. Lan's party that day, and it was none other than Jian Shaomei.

Lan Mingsu's heart stopped.

"This is the boy under your blue screen bag, isn't it? I heard that he is going to be a singer?" Mr. Qian smiled, "It's pretty good, I think it will be popular."

Lan Mingsu said nothing.

There are many photos of Jian Shaomei, all of which are daily life, going in and out of the dormitory, shopping in the supermarket, and chatting with classmates.

Mr. Qian said with a smile: "I wanted to take pictures of you, but unfortunately you are very careful, and the pictures are not very useful." He took out a photo: "How about this one? When he released the album, I Also posted, the title is "When a popular star participates in a gay crazy SexParty when he is a male publicist."

It was a photo of Jian Shaomei kissing Boss Qian at his house.He was wearing a mask, but Jian Shaomei didn't. She put her hands around his neck, lifted half of his mask, and pressed him against the wall for a kiss.At that time, both of them were affected by drugs, and they didn't take the surrounding environment into account too much, so they made such a wrong step.

Oops.

Lan Mingsu's face became serious.It's easy to talk about other things, but when this photo got out, Jian Shaomei couldn't tell with a hundred mouths.

Fans may accept that he likes men, but they can't accept that he used to be a male publicist, let alone accept his promiscuity.

People's words are terrifying, no matter how talented they are, they can't stand being so slandered.

"What a talented kid, the future is ruined like this. If he has a strong background, no one will dare to say anything. Unfortunately, his family can't help him." Mr. Qian threw a document in front of him.

"Jian Shaomei's father is a soldier, and his military rank is not low. He is also a famous person in the local area, but he just keeps his word at home. When Jian Shaomei was in middle school, he liked to listen to music and play the guitar. His father threw the guitar down, saying that he was not doing his job properly. He He wanted to choose music as a subject in high school, but his father refused, and then he didn’t know what happened, and he promised not to take the road of songwriting again.”

Lan Mingsu was silent.

"When he was in college, he told his family that he chose the engineering department, but no one knew that he secretly studied music. When he was in his junior year, the family found out, and his father was furious, cut off his financial resources, and refused to let anyone support him. Studying." Mr. Qian changed the subject, "Actually, he is a very persistent child. He has worked hard to pay the tuition fees by himself, but he still perseveres. Now that he has finally made it through, you said that you really want to cut off his future. ?”

"Do not want to."

Mr. Qian said earnestly: "Mingsu, the conditions I offer you are quite good, with high salary and easy work. I don't mean to hurt you, please accept it well. We have cooperated for a long time, and you will be smooth sailing for the rest of your life. "

Lan Mingsu lowered his head.

He silently put away stacks of photos, only the sound of Mr. Qian pressing his cell phone was heard in the car.After a long time, he raised his head again and said, "Mr. Qian is right. I didn't think about it clearly before. Mr. Qian has put his best intentions on me. From now on, I will work hard for Mr. Qian."

Mr. Qian laughed: "Just think about it clearly. I just like your sense of time and intelligence, so I knew you would be obedient. Are you going to have dinner with Jian Shaomei? Hurry up, he's been here since four o'clock in the afternoon. Went out, dressed up so handsomely, everyone on the way looked back at him."

"Thank you, Mr. Qian, I'm leaving."

Lan Mingsu opened the car door and walked between the two guarding the door, with his hands in his pockets, unconsciously looking at the street under his feet.

There were many people on the road, and he didn't know how long he had been walking. The mobile phone in his pocket seemed to ring a few times, and then there was no sound.At some point, he noticed that there were fewer and fewer people, and he had passed the end, so he turned around and walked back. When he reached the entrance of the restaurant, it was already dark.

Two waiters were cleaning the tables and chairs inside, one of them saw him standing at the door, and immediately said in a well-trained way: "Sorry, we are closed, why don't you come back another day?"

Lan Mingsu looked down at his watch.It's eleven o'clock.It is closed.Jian Shaomei went back too.

Actually...do we still want to meet?What should I say when we meet?

Lan Mingsu felt that he had nowhere to go.

He returned to the car, plugged the dead phone into the socket, and looked ahead quietly.After a while, several text messages popped up in the phone "beep".

【Mr. Lan, are you here yet? 】

[Mr. Lan, where are you? 】

[Mr. Lan, are you angry?I have destroyed that photo.Mr. Lan, don't worry, it won't spread. 】

【Mr. Lan, I called your company and they said you left at 5 o'clock.Listen to me, I really don't mean anything, I just took that photo for fun, and I won't dare again in the future. 】

【Mr. Lan, don't scare me.I didn't mean to make you angry, are you okay? 】

[I heard no car accidents anywhere, I called several nearby hospitals, and there was no emergency.Mr. Lan, if you see this text message, please give me a call, and we will explain clearly if you are unhappy. 】

Lan Mingsu's Adam's apple moved, and he typed a line on the phone.

[Sorry, I have some work to do temporarily, I had dinner with a client, and I accidentally forgot today's dinner.I didn't notice that my phone was out of battery. 】

Not long after, Jian Shaomei sent a text message.

[It's okay, it's good that you're okay.I'm at your door, we'll have a good talk when you come back. 】

Lan Mingsu took a deep breath.

[You go home first, I have to go to the company again.I'm sorry about what happened tonight, and I'll make it up to you when I have a chance. 】

[Are you angry with the photo? 】

[No, not angry. 】

【I'll wait for you to come back. 】

[You are going to meet with Guo Beilin tomorrow to formally sign the contract, and to discuss future plans, so you need to recharge your spirits.You go back first, that client is in a hurry, I may not be able to go home tonight. 】

There was no movement for a long time.After a long time, Jian Shaomei's text message finally came.

[Send me a photo of you now, please?I want to see that you are all right. 】

The corner of Lan Mingsu's mouth curved into a faint smile, he pressed the shutter button to himself, and sent it to Jian Shaomei.

[I'm really fine. 】

His face looked tired and haggard, but his clothes and hair were in neat order, with no signs of being hurt.Jian Shaomei's text message finally came.

[Okay, I'll go back to the dormitory first.We'll meet again after you're done. 】

[It may take a few days, you put your mind on the signing of the contract. 】

【Um. 】

Lan Mingsu hesitated, then typed a few words slowly.

[You can be regarded as a small achievement now, remember to tell your family more or less. 】

There was no news again, and after a long time, a text message from Jian Shaomei was sent.

[Okay, I will.Thank you Mr. Lan. 】

Lan Mingsu put down the phone, started the engine, and the car left the empty street and drove slowly.The expression on Lan Mingsu's face became lighter and weaker, and suddenly he stepped on the accelerator and flew away.

The black car sprints like a leopard.

His character is polite and polite, but he is not the kind of person who will remain indifferent after being threatened, especially those he cares about.

The car flew quickly around the corner, slammed on the brakes, and stopped in front of the gate of his office building.Lan Mingsu got out of the car, followed the elevator to her own floor, and sat down at the desk.

He was typing on the keyboard in front of the computer.

【Letter of Resignation】

This is the place where he has worked for several years. There are many memories and reluctance of him, but now he has to throw them all away. What is the reason?

He printed out the resignation letter, folded it and put it in an envelope, took out a photo from his briefcase and put it in, sealed it with glue and a letter stamp, walked to the office next door, and put it in the boss's drawer.

He took out the phone, turned to the last number in the address book and pressed it.

Soon, a man's voice came from the opposite side.

"Mingsu?"

"Ah."

The other party hesitated for a long time and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Well. Tell Mom that I've been in some trouble recently. I guess it's because of her. "