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The young master of the Zhengye Group came to Miya to make a fuss. Not only were the company employees worried about layoffs, but even Zhan Rong, who didn't come into the company often, immediately knew about it.He went back to Miya to meet his nephew, and gave him a check for two million yuan.

"Second uncle... this is..."

Sending charcoal in the snow, the snow is like goose feathers, but the charcoal is only a little bit thick.But Zhan Yifei knew that this amount of money was not a small amount for Zhan Rong.When Zhan Bo was young, he liked to monopolize power, and he was not very at ease with his only younger brother, and did not give him much real power to make money.In fact, as far as Zhan Yifei knew, the Rongxing Sheet Metal Factory that made the Zhan family rich was first founded by Zhan Rong, but for some reason, Zhan Bo took the top position.

"Your younger brother Yichen is studying abroad, so he knows how to ask for money from his family. Uncle doesn't have much cash with him, so he will give you what he has. You need to save it first. Later, wait until your father's affairs are settled, and then you can go back and coax him." Coax him, and he'll be fine." At this moment, Zhan Rong was still in the mood to joke, and said to his nephew, "This is your uncle's private money, please don't tell your aunt."

"Second Uncle, thank you." Everyone in the company was restless, and everyone outside was waiting to see the joke. Zhan Yifei had no other choice but to express his gratitude and accept the check. He said, " Second Uncle, I'm going to go abroad soon. I'll go to France first, and then to Holland. It's been planned long ago, but there are a lot of things recently..."

"You go, don't you still have me in the company's affairs?" Zhan Rong has always acted like a father to this nephew, he patted his shoulder gently, encouraged and comforted him softly, "If you want to do anything, just do it." go a head."

Zhan Yi unnaturally responded with a grateful smile.Ever since he was an arrogant but delicate young man, he never forgave the man who abandoned himself and his mother, but more than once he fantasized that Zhan Rong was his father. The water came, rinsed him, watered him.

"Did you go to Holland because Fang Funong hasn't come back yet?" Zhan Rong mentioned the name to his nephew for the first time, "Is the cooperation with that pop artist not going well?"

"No." Although Xia Weiming's assistant sent an email to tell him that the filming process was not smooth, Zhan Yifei was still not worried.He opened a small iron box, threw a mint candy into his mouth, and waited for the sweet and chilly taste to spread on the tip of his tongue, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Nothing can trouble him." .”

This year, Tang E appeared on the covers of fashion magazines, most notably an edition of "VogueMen's" and an edition of "Harper's Bazaar Men", which are unbelievable achievements among the newly popular idol stars. .Alberts didn't have the time and it was impossible to understand those idol dramas with hypocritical stories, but he got some magazines with Tang E on the cover from Xia Weiming, fashion or pure entertainment.It's a pity that he has no memory of that flawless face in the eyes of Chinese people. Compared with this kind of "mongrel" appearance that combines Chinese and Western, he prefers oriental beauties with black hair and phoenix eyes.

He once pointed to a man next to Tang E and asked Xia Weiming: Is this man also a model?

Xia Weiming gave him a negative answer.

Alberts shook his head again and again and sighed.

This entertainment magazine has been around for a while. This news article with pictures reports the opening ceremony of the Shanghai Theater Academy's Micro Film Contest. The man standing next to Tang E is Zhan Yifei.

It’s night in Amsterdam, the moon shines on the canal, the lights on the banks of the river are bright, the moonlight, the lights and the sparkling waves on the water complement each other, like sisters on a blind date.

Stomach pain first, and then diarrhea. Tange felt unwell, so naturally he couldn't meet Alberts.The protagonist of this trip to find Ya is lying on the bed and moaning, but his manager is unhurriedly picking out the clothes for the night out in the other party's cabinet - a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle. The best way to look like a stupid model yourself is to learn from the stupid model directly.

Judging by the facial features, the two men should be similar in stature, but Tang E is too thin, his body is thin and white, and his waist is not easy to hold. Fang Funong can only barely button up his shirt under his chest. If you buckle it again, it may collapse in a breath. In the end, he had to wear a light gray T-shirt with a dark gray formal suit—after all, he is a natural model, returning to basics, but also handsome.

Xia Weiming waited in the cafe for a while before Fang Funong arrived late.

Only him.

"Where is Tange?"

"He's not feeling well, he may have eaten something bad, and he's resting right now."

"So? Do you want to reschedule?" Xia Weiming reminded Fang Funong that changing the agreed time rashly would make that art freak very unhappy.

"No rescheduling."

"No rescheduling?" Xia Weiming frowned. He looked at Fang Funong carefully again, and suddenly realized something, "Could it be..."

"Don't keep that artist waiting." Fang Funong put the wide-brimmed woolen hat on his head, clearly urging others to be late, "There is no Tang E tonight, we can still go to smoke." Time to have some fun in the red light district."

The two men have already reconciled tacitly. During these years of working together, Xia Weiming fully realized that Mi Ya's public relations gentleman is not just an embroidered pillow that can only be seen. Some sympathy.When he walked out of the cafe, Xia Weiming suddenly asked, "I have a question, if I don't agree to cooperate with Mi Ya at that time, will you really let those rogue photographers touch my daughter?"

"Friends must be honest with each other." Fang Funong turned to look at Xia Weiming, his eyes were serious for about ten seconds, and then he smiled flirtatiously, "So let's not talk about this."

Xia Weiming reminded Fang Funong not to touch Ebbs' inverse scales - two years ago he parted ways with Thomas, his partner of 20 years, and Thomas opened his own studio in the same place in a fit of anger. Xun's old men would go to each other's territory every now and then to find fault, pointing their noses at each other like shrews and abusing each other.

The world-renowned luxury goods group LVMH once strongly invited Ebbs to be its creative consultant, but because the other party asked "Where is Thomas" jokingly, Ebbs punched the design director on the nose and punched him Broken his straight nose.

The white old man lived an artist-specific life of drunkenness, drinking and taking soft drugs all the year round, and looked much older than his actual age.With an unsmiling and wrinkled face, tied with a sparse white braid, this old man is as thin as a crane, but he wears a very ill-fitting and strangely shaped coat, which is still the most eye-catching fiery red.

In a room with repeated paintings of male and female genitalia on the walls, even someone as defiant as Xia Weiming respectfully and respectfully calls this man a teacher.

Ebbers looked up at him, then went back to work—he was lying on the floor, painting a giant soft sculpture, when they entered.

Until the meeting in Aibosi's studio, Xia Weiming always felt that this matter was a nonsense, but he didn't expect that Aibosi really didn't realize that the Chinese in front of him was an impostor.There were several half-full paint cans on the ground, and there were half-dry paint everywhere. Fang Funong sat down on the spot without any hesitation, and soon began to chat with this strange old man in English.They talked about painting and literature, about Warhol and Duchamp, about the similarities and differences between Pop Art and Dadaism, and even talked about the fact that the theme of the pavilion at the Venice Biennale is getting more and more fucking nonsense.Ebbers was as surprised by the Chinese man's erudition as by his fluency in English. He had come into contact with some Chinese stars on some very grand occasions. What a standard "yeah".

Are you Chinese?

Yeah

Are you here to support Director Ang Lee?

Yeah

Are you a moron who sells meat for a living?

Yeah

……

Seemingly having a happy conversation, Ebbers asked Andrew Xia to leave temporarily, he wanted to talk to this Ennis Tang alone.

Xia Weiming waited alone for half an hour in another room with no other colors except black and white, and then Fang Funong came out.He looked very embarrassed, with red paint all over his chest, and a lot of it on his face and hair.Like being splashed on.

"What's going on?" Xia Weiming was taken aback and asked, "How did you do this?"

"Ebbs saw through me, he was very angry." Fang Funon smiled nonchalantly, stretched out his slender index finger stained with paint and rubbed his nose, "Fortunately, the bridge of my nose is still..."

"I just said you're going to mess it up like this! It's okay now, he won't cooperate with us anymore..."

"He will." Fang Fu Nong answered very positively, turned and walked outside, "Come again next time."

"Aren't you going to wash up first?" Xia Weiming called this guy behind him, "You are terrible now!"

"No, I'm so handsome now." Fang Funong turned his face away, put the wide-brimmed fedora hat on his head again, spread his hands, and walked backwards, "Look at me, I was caught Jeff Ebbers splattered paint," he laughed, showing his white teeth, "and I'm a work of art now, priceless."