After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

"I will have a model at the end of March, and I want to take less work during this time."

After Song Zhulan finished speaking, she saw a trace of surprise and disdain on the middle-aged man's face.

Zhao Bin sneered, and leaned forward slightly: "Do you have any concerns, you might as well tell me."

"However, brother Zhao reminds you that the contract between you and the company has not yet expired, and you still need to abide by the above terms. If you violate it..."

He pushed the mirror frame: "I'm afraid you can't afford the liquidated damages."

contract?Song Zhulan frowned imperceptibly.

He has not been bound by a contract for a long time.People who tried to make a fuss about this kind of thing before, now they don't know where their ashes have gone.

Song Zhulan wanted to attack subconsciously, but thinking of the different conditions in this world, he had no choice but to suppress his killing intent.

"Perhaps you plan to take another look at the contract?" Zhao Bin said.

Although he asked such a sentence, it was just a polite way.

But Song Zhulan laughed: "Okay, thank you Brother Zhao Bin."

Staring at people with amber eyes made Zhao Bin a little nervous for no reason.

He found a copy and handed it to Song Zhulan.

The young man looked down carefully at every clause of the contract with a serious expression.

Zhao Bin looked at him, hiding a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The contract has Song Zhulan's own signature and his guardian's signature. It is written clearly and cannot be faked.

It's not that the company can't control Song Zhulan, a starlet with a good skin.

Song Zhulan flipped through the pages one by one, and found that the contract was more stringent than he imagined.

He really couldn't imagine why the original body and the guardian signed such a contract.

The above even clearly stipulates that for the artist's better development, the artist must not refuse any work arrangement from the company, otherwise he will have to pay a sky-high liquidated damages.

Song Zhulan only glanced at the number, and knew that with his original financial resources, he would definitely not be able to pay it back.

"Do you understand?" Zhao Bin asked him.

Song Zhulan naturally understood beyond comprehension.

Under the contract, he must take over all the work.

But he was very upset.

Song Zhulan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head, and showed an extremely bright smile at Zhao Bin.

"I see. Thank you Brother Zhao Bin for thinking about me."

"I will definitely repay you well in the future."

The words "repay well" are very heavy, mixed with some dangerous meaning.

Zhao Bin panicked and looked at Song Zhulan suddenly.

His smile was so bright and dazzling, with a bit of youthful willfulness, he didn't look unusual.

"You go out."

For some reason, Zhao Bin suddenly didn't want to be in the same room with Song Zhulan, so he waved him out.

After leaving the manager's office, the smile on Song Zhulan's face disappeared immediately.

He had just walked a few steps, and his footsteps were a little sloppy, and he could barely stand still by leaning on the wall.

Since the conversation with Zhao Bin just now, the stomach pain has become more and more serious. It is the end of his strength that he can hold on until now.

Song Zhulan struggled to reach into his school uniform pocket, took out his mobile phone, and was about to call Jiang Xiaofeng's number when another call came in.

The contact's name is "The Bottomless Pit".

Who is this?

Song Zhulan walked out while leaning on the wall, and connected the phone at the same time.

A sharp voice came from the microphone immediately.

"Xiaolan! Why haven't you sent the money for this month? Did you forget it?"

Who is asking for money so confidently as soon as they come up?

Song Zhulan frowned, and suddenly remembered the original account with a small balance and the overlord contract signed by his guardian.

With a guess in his heart, he turned on the call recording, and then asked, "Are you...?"

"Little bastard with no conscience! If you have money, forget about your mother!" The woman speaking in a local accent yelled at the opposite side, and the sound made Song Zhulan's eardrums hurt. "Do you want to do that kind of ungrateful thing again? Damn! We gave birth to you and raised you. If you don't give us money, we'll make trouble!"

Followed by a string of words that Song Zhulan couldn't understand, he was probably yelling, and the background sound was very noisy, and he could barely make out the words "[-]", "Si Tiao", and "Give money".

Song Zhulan pressed the on-hook button with one hand, and the world was finally clean.

He rubbed between his brows, wanting to find a place to vomit more than before.

The author of the original work is really cruel to Song Zhulan.

In the plot, there is no property, and the negative reviews on the whole network are nothing. In the place where the plot cannot be seen, there are also the overlord contract signed when the teenager was ignorant, and a pair of parents who don't care about their son and only want to gamble. .

For such a person, no matter where he is, it is really difficult to get ahead.

He always seems to encounter this kind of life.

Song Zhulan laughed at himself, suppressed his nausea, and called Jiang Xiaofeng.

The other party answered quickly: "Xiao Lan, are you finished talking? How is it? Are you going back to school in the afternoon?"

Song Zhulan clasped the phone tightly with five fingers, and said in a weak voice, "Brother Xiaofeng, take me to... the hospital..."

Beiyang Central Hospital, VIP Ward.

Jiang Xiaofeng sat beside the hospital bed and checked Weibo, sighing one after another.

Song Zhulan closed the review materials "Necessary Ancient Poems and Essays for College Entrance Examination (75 Poems)" sent by his classmates, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Xiaofeng?"

He took painkillers, and his stomach pain was mostly healed, but his face was still unsightly, and under the sunlight, it was frighteningly white.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the sick artist, and thought about what he said on Weibo, feeling distressed for a while.

It took him a while before he handed the phone to Song Zhulan with a sad face: "Take a look at the trending searches."

Song Zhulan opened Weibo, and there was a #宋梧兰许林甜青春# in the front row of the hot search, and a #醉明月剧团起了宋梭兰# in the back row.

Based on his understanding of Weibo hot searches in the past two days, Song Zhulan judged that the first hot search was bought by the company, and the one with more than 30 people in the back row was posted by netizens spontaneously.

There is indeed a lot of black traffic on the entire network.

Song Zhulan clicked on the top one.

[I just got kicked out of "Drunken Moon", and went to harm other crews? ? ? ]

[The fans of the original book are crying, can you not let these traffic come to harm my original book]

[Rong Lin is alright, he's always been good playing campus male gods]

[u1s1, I think Song Zhulan’s job as a graphic model is better than filming a drama]

[Thanks to "Sweet Youth" for giving Rong Lin the opportunity to [爱心][爱心], let him be the male lead, and thank Brother Song for being willing to play Xiaolin as a supporting role.Actor Rong Lin has a promising future! ]

[Thanks to "Sweet Youth" for giving Rong Lin the opportunity to [爱心][爱心], let him be the male lead, and thank Brother Song for being willing to play Xiaolin as a supporting role.Actor Rong Lin has a promising future! ]

Looking further down, it is basically the same comment.

Although copying and pasting is a bit dizzying, the content is much gentler than the Heichao and entries that Song Zhulan read before.

He looked at Jiang Xiaofeng with some doubts.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at him desperately: "It's not a good thing not to scold you, Xiaolan!"

"Look at this Rong Lin, who sucks blood against you. This empty bottle of copywriting is written by them themselves, it smells like lotus seed! I don't know why the company accepted this drama for you..."

"And the trending search below is all rumors. The more you talk about it, the more it goes too far! I don't know when Director Qin will come out to refute the rumors. It would be great if I could show another video of the sword dance. I'm sure I'll be slapped in the face. "

"You don't have to take things that are groundless, so don't take it too seriously," Song Zhulan said, "The sword dance video crew will probably choose a more suitable time, Brother Xiaofeng, don't worry."

Jiang Xiaofeng was still listless.

"It's okay," Song Zhulan smiled, and changed the subject, "I'm all focused on getting good grades in the exam, and I don't have time to care about those things."

"By the way, there is something to be copied here, can you help me?"

Do your own artists really love learning so much?

It can't be that I was discouraged by being hacked, and I really plan to go back to the college entrance examination.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked shocked, but still took a thick stack of materials and went out to print.

After sending Jiang Xiaofeng away, Song Zhulan took out his mobile phone and looked for information about the contract.

The terms Zhao Bin proposed are too overbearing, and it is a bit wrong to restrict the artist's personal freedom to that extent.

No matter how gentle and easy-talking Song Zhulan looked, he was always pretending.Those who fought against him in the apocalypse knew very well that Song Zhulan's methods were ruthless, and he would take revenge. This time Zhao Bin made him suffer such a big loss, and he had to pay it back.

The original body has always been unreliable in doing things, but at least there is an electronic version of the contract in the phone.Song Zhulan compared the terms of the contract with the laws of this world.

The laws of this world are extremely strict on artists, and the terms restricting personal freedom like those given by Zhao Bin are also in compliance.Through legal channels, even if Song Zhulan appealed, it would be difficult to win the case, at most he could terminate the contract with the company.

Fighting a lawsuit is nothing to the company, but to the artist itself, it will consume a lot of money and time.With a contract like Yuanshen's expiring in one year, doing so would outweigh the gains.Zhao Bin was also sure about this, so he went to pick out the artists.

It is also expected.

There was no joy or anger on Song Zhulan's face, but the air pressure around her was very low.

In the original world, he was always the one who made the rules, but when he came here, he had to live according to the rules set by others.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers on his knees once and for all.

Since there is no legal way to go here, it is better to go another way.

Not long after, a series of footsteps sounded outside the door.

Song Zhulan cleared her browsing history, put down her phone, picked up her cup, and took a sip of water.The door of the ward was pushed open at the same time.

Jiang Xiaofeng carried a bag of photocopies of documents and pushed open the door with great effort.

His chubby face is no longer the sadness and regret when he first went out, but replaced with a kind of joy like winning 500 million in the lottery.

"Xiao Lan!" He yelled at Song Zhulan, "Look who came to see you?"

Needless to say, Song Zhulan also saw the second person outside the ward.

The man was tall and long-legged, with black hair untouched, but kind of wild and uninhibited.He has deep eyebrows and clean facial lines. At first glance, he can give people a sense of oppression, but a huge red fruit basket in his hand destroys the temperament of the whole body, which looks very funny.

With such a sassy and naive look, there is probably no other person in the book.

It is the legendary director who kicked Song Zhulan out of the crew

——Qin Jingye.