Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

Before Song Ran could get her expression back, the door of the office opened, and she bumped into Luo Xiaochen directly.

Luo Xiaochen was slightly taken aback, and said with a guilty conscience: "You, when did you come? What did you hear?"

Song Ran was extremely embarrassed, and simply pretended not to have heard of her "dog licking story", and said with a slight smile, "I just came here, and I heard Mr. Liu asked you to go out."

"Hmph, Mr. Liu... Mr. Liu is in a bad mood today. He didn't want to get angry with me, so he let me out." Luo Xiaochen brushed his hair while putting gold on his face, pretending to be arrogant, "You now It's best not to go in, you are different from me, President Liu will not be polite to you."

"Really?" Song Ran raised an eyebrow.

In all fairness, Luo Xiaochen looks really good. Although there are slight plastic surgery marks on the chin and thinner eyebrows, he is still a little beauty.

Unfortunately, he violated Liu Qian's three taboos: first, Liu Qian looks gentle and beautiful, and was often harassed by others when he was in college, so he didn't like others to actively seduce him; Public affairs and private affairs are separated; thirdly, Liu Qian hates Song Qingshuang very much, and thinks Song Qingshuang is a hypocritical coercion.

Seeing Song Ran's half-smile, Luo Xiaochen said angrily: "Why, don't you believe it? I can't even handle Mr. Liu, you don't even pee and look in the mirror..."

Song Ran didn't bother to argue with him, so she simply said, "I'll go talk to him."

"Hey, 'chat'? What a big tone, who do you think you are..."

Song Ran ignored him, pushed the door open and walked in, and closed the door with a "bang" to block out Luo Xiaochen's chattering noises.

In the huge office, a slender figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, smoking a cigarette vigorously, without turning his head, he said, "Get out."

Song Randan said: "Zhang Yunteng of Huixing was exposed by the media for his cheating scandal a few days ago, Mr. Liu, you should have heard of it, right?"

Liu Qian was slightly taken aback, turned around slowly, and gave Song Ran a cold look: "What do you mean by that?"

Liu Qian has a slender figure and a gentle and beautiful appearance. Behind the gun-gray thin-rimmed glasses, there are a pair of slender peach blossom eyes, coupled with a pinstriped casual suit, the whole person is very flamboyant. No wonder those starlets are vying for him Pounce on me, tsk tsk.

Song Ran was slandering, Liu Qian asked again: "What do you mean?"

Song Ran looked straight at his old friend, and explained: "When Director Cui was very young, his father cheated and ran away, so he hates cheating people the most. After Zhang Yunteng caused such a scandal, whether it is from the perspective of public opinion or public relations, or from the perspective of Director Cui's personal point of view, I personally think that Director Cui's next movie will not use Zhang Yunteng, the queen male lead."

Liu Qian narrowed his eyes: "So?"

Song Ran patiently said: "Mr. Liu, although you and Director Cui have some friendship, you have not cooperated in depth. Although the male number four of "The Secret History of the Great Chen" is only a supporting role, we can use this as an opportunity to conduct business with Director Cui. The close contact will pave the way for further cooperation in the future."

Liu Qian said clearly: "You mean to say that we take the opportunity of the male number four of "The Secret History of the Great Chen" to get in touch with Cui Xue a lot, and take the role of Zhang Yunteng in Cui Xue's next movie - "Cheng Wang" come over?"

Song Ran shook his head: "Whether it's the male number four in "The Secret History of the Great Chen" or the male number one in "Cheng Wang", it's just the beginning, not the ultimate goal."

"Then what is the ultimate goal?" Liu Qian became interested.

Song Ran smiled confidently, and began to draw big cakes: "Mr. Liu, Yunzhong Media has done a good job in idol entertainment, but we have always been short of film and television, so when we talked about the acquisition with Song, The price is always difficult to negotiate. If you borrow "The Secret History of the Great Chen" and get "Cheng Wang", with Cui's reputation, our operation, and the ever-expanding domestic film market, the future is limitless."

Liu Qian really pondered.

"Mr. Liu, think about it, as long as you make a phone call, it will be good if you succeed, and you will lose nothing if you fail, right?" At this moment, Song Ran is [-] to [-]% sure that Liu Qian will definitely help him make the call. this call.

Luo Xiaochen is simply too immature, what's the use of begging and begging, this kind of thing has to be turned against the customer, let Liu Qian know that this matter is good for him, and it is good for Yunzhong Media, so he will take care of it - business negotiations are the best The basic technique is to start from the other party's point of view and talk about the things that the other party cares about most.

To put it bluntly, if you want this role, what does it matter to Liu Qian?Why should he help you?You have to tell Liu Qian that this matter is good for him.

Liu Qian thought for a while, then looked up at Song Ran: "You are that... Song Xiaoran?"

"Ah."

"You are different from what I imagined." Liu Qian said thoughtfully, "Maybe some people are easy to be stupid emotionally, but they are still reliable in doing things."

"I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Liu." Song Ran really didn't want to mention the "dog licking incident" any more, so she simply pretended to be stupid.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Liu Qian hooked his fingers at him, "Come here."

What does Liu Qian, a bitch, want to do?But people had to bow their heads under the eaves, so Song Ran had no choice but to walk over, with an indifferent smile on his face, he really admired himself.

Liu Qian looked Song Ran up and down, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pinching his chin frivolously: "Look carefully, you actually look pretty good."

Song Ran shivered involuntarily, then pinched Liu Qian's wrist with his backhand, touched the delicate skin on the inner side of the other's wrist with his fingers, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Boss Liu is too."

Liu Qian stared at him, inexplicably getting goosebumps all over his body, feeling like he was flirting with his friends.

He hurriedly put down his hand, and unnaturally wiped his fingers on the front of his shirt twice, then barely suppressed the goosebumps, coughed lightly and said: "Okay, I see, I will call Director Cui later Call, let Luo Xiaochen hone his acting skills these two days, don't embarrass us Yunzhong Media."

Song Ran secretly laughed until her stomach ached, but on the surface she was very respectful: "Thank you, Mr. Liu."

After going out, Luo Xiaochen was still standing in the corridor, he looked at Song Ran suspiciously: "What did you say to Mr. Liu?"

As Song Ran walked towards the elevator, he casually said, "Think about the role carefully, and I'll take you to Director Cui's studio for an audition in two days."

Luo Xiaochen's eyes widened, and he quickly chased after him: "Really? Did you handle Mr. Liu? He promised to help you tie the knot? I think you're fucking bragging, just like you..."

Song Ran really didn't want to talk to this person, but thinking of the 10 yuan year-end bonus, he still stood firm and said to Luo Xiaochen seriously: "Luo Xiaochen, don't bring your personal emotions to work. Actually, I don't like you very much, but the two of us are Community of interests, I will help you get an audition opportunity, you work hard to get the role, everyone is happy, OK?"

Luo Xiaochen stared at him: "What are you talking about with such nonsense? Are you drinking your brains out?"

Song Ran said lightly: "It's not that you've lost your mind from drinking, it's just that you're sober. Actually, I don't have any hope for your acting skills, but now many young actors' acting skills are...haha. Have you heard that story? You don't have to Outperforming the tiger is enough to outperform the people around you, go back and think about it yourself."

"What do you mean?"

Song Ran didn't bother to talk to him any more, waved and left.

When we returned to Chunjiang Community, it was already very late, the evening wind in early winter carried a chill, and there were no pedestrians in the community, and a dim street lamp made a piercing sound of "chi la chi la", and it was bright and dark .

Song Ran gnawed on the hot pancakes, carried the two boiled eggs that the boss gave her, hummed a little tune, walked back slowly, and suddenly stopped in her footsteps.

"Meow~"

Under the dim street lamp, there was a skinny little black cat lying on its stomach. It was too small to stand up. Its green eyes were fixed on the pancake in Song Ran's hand: "Meow~"

Song Ran and Xiaoshi looked at each other for three seconds, and his chest suddenly became soft. He squatted down carefully, peeled the boiled egg, broke off half of the egg yolk and put it in front of the kitten: "Here, you can't eat finger cakes." , eat this."

The kitten lowered its head, sniffed the egg yolk, and began to eat with a purr.

Song Ran stared at it for a while, seeing that it was devoting itself to eating, and looked defenseless, so she secretly stretched out her hand, trying to touch him.

Before touching it, the kitten suddenly screamed "meow", and gave him a paw backhand, and a few thin bloodstains appeared on the back of the hand.

Song Ran let out a "hiss" in pain, and then flew into a rage: "You white-eyed wolf... no, white-eyed cat! If you eat other people's things, you have to let them touch them. This is the rule of the world! Do you understand don't know?"

The kitten didn't bother to talk to this idiot Twolegs, and continued to eat the egg yolk with its head down.

"Damn it, what's wrong with Momo, you won't lose a piece of meat if you touch it." Song Ran was very depressed, but he was too scared to touch him anymore. He liked cats very much since he was a child, and the sad thing is that cats don't even like him. , changed the body is still the same.

On the roof not far away, a young man was lying on the railing, gnawing on the cold hard steamed bun in his hand, while watching everything that happened under the street lamp.

"Stupid." The boy sneered.

His eyes are very good, and he can tell at a glance that the person who feeds the cat below is the person in 601 opposite the door—that person is obviously a poor man who lives in a resettlement house in the urban-rural fringe area, and even wants to take back food for 30 yuan. Such a poor ghost still has the leisure to feed wild cats?

People can't get enough to eat. What is there to feed that useless beast?

The young man took a mouthful of the hard steamed bun with resentment, and swallowed it with his saliva, only to feel his throat hurt so badly, he couldn't help repeating in a low voice: "Stupid..."

He won't admit it, he suddenly envied that little black cat in his heart, at least there is a poor and stupid person who is willing to feed it with fresh and tender egg yolks.

Song Ran naturally didn't know that someone was watching him secretly on the roof. He tentatively stretched out his hand a few more times, but he didn't dare to touch it. In front of the kitten: "Forget it, if you don't touch it, don't touch it. Adults don't remember villains... kittens."

The little black cat "meowed", didn't even bother to look at him, and purred and ate the egg yolk with its head down.

"Little heartless." Song Ran muttered.

Song Ran returned home, took a casual shower, found a bunch of keys in a drawer, and came to the locked bedroom door.

What will be inside?Damn, don't be some perverted thing, he can't afford it.

Song Ran took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to open the door.

It was pitch black inside, and Song Ran fumbled on the wall for a long time before turning on the light with a "snap", and then he froze.

This is a very small bedroom with only a single bed and a desk. The curtains are tightly drawn and the floor is covered with a thin layer of gray. It looks nothing special except for one thing that is different - the room The four walls, even the ceiling, were plastered with posters of the same person.

Song Ran's poster.

Song Ran is not a celebrity, so naturally there won't be any official posters. Those posters were obviously secretly photographed and printed by a printing shop.

Smiling Song Ran, serious Song Ran, beaming Song Ran, silent Song Ran, Song Ran in a white shirt, Song Ran in a camel-colored cashmere coat... There are dozens of photos, Song Ran's scalp is numb, I feel surrounded by all kinds of "Song Ran".

There was also a cotton doll on the bed. Song Ran picked it up and saw that the amber almond eyes and lead gray suit looked like a miniature version of Song Ran. He looked very cute. He opened the suit and saw the doll's white belly There is a pink "X" shaped belly button and a pink dotted Mimi.

"...I didn't see anything." Song Ran threw the doll back unacceptably.

He looked around, and saw another familiar thing - the lead gray suit jacket on the back of the chair, it seemed to be his own... Could it be that Song Xiaoran really stole something from him?He has been secretly paying attention to himself, even stealing his clothes, but he doesn't know anything?

Song Ran resisted the feeling of goosebumps and opened the desk drawer. There were only two things in it, a magazine clipping and a diary.

The protagonist of the newspaper clipping is naturally Song Ran. The content mainly comes from mainstream financial paper media such as "Fortune" and "Financial Report", as well as some printed online reports. It is three to four centimeters thick, and a lot of colorful paper tape is pasted on it. It takes a lot of effort to see it.

In addition, it is a thick diary.

Song Ran did mental training for half a minute before turning to the first page of the diary.

The handwriting of the diary is very delicate, it doesn't look like a pervert's diary.

"September 9, sunny. I went to the Song Group headquarters for a meeting with my fat brother today. It was the first time I participated in this kind of meeting. I accidentally misread the name plate on the table and sat in the seat of Mr. Song. , In fact, a small character like me doesn’t have a name tag, and I don’t have a seat, so I have to move the chair by myself and sit at the back.”

"The secretary pulled me up and scolded me loudly. There were so many eyes looking at me in the conference room. I felt like my face was going to burn. I actually cried. I couldn't help it. I'm still a man, okay. Embarrassing... Later Mr. Song came, he didn't laugh at me, he passed me a tissue, and said that it was just a trivial matter of sesame and mung beans, no big deal. He also told me that there is a chair next door, so I can move over to sit on it."

At this point, the diary has a blank line. It seems that the owner hesitated for a while, and then wrote a few words shyly: "He is so good-looking."

Song Ran faintly remembered something, it seemed that there was indeed such a thing, but it was too long, and he had almost forgotten it.

"Song Ran", "Song Xiaoran", there is only one letter difference between their names, it's okay for newcomers to accidentally misread the name tag, Song Ran never pays attention to these boring rules of respect.

He continued to look down.

"October 10th, Yin. I saw Mr. Song in the elevator today. He and Mr. Liu have been chatting about stocks and so on. I don't understand them well. He doesn't seem to pay attention to me, and he may have forgotten me. I was a little disappointed, but I was relieved again, I am so ugly and dressed so rustically, what the hell am I thinking..."

"It would be great if Yunzhong Media was acquired by the Song Corporation. I can see him every day."

"Should I go to college and study a secretarial major, in case I can be his assistant?"

"November 11th, rain. The quarterly meeting was held today, and Mr. Song also came to attend. I bravely went to pour tea for him. He said "thank you" to me and smiled at me. I was so happy. The air conditioner in the meeting room was a bit hot, President Da Song put his suit aside and forgot to take it away, so I secretly took it back."

"I feel disgusting, but I really like the smell of his suit, like cedar in winter, it's refreshing and clean, and I can sleep peacefully with it, as if I don't have any troubles anymore."

"Today is his birthday. I spent the last 6 yuan, bought a pair of platinum cufflinks, and sent them to him secretly. Will he wear them? Those things that were sent to him before, and put them in his drawer I have never seen him use it... Is it not good enough? I should buy diamond cufflinks, but I don't have enough money. "

"Something happened to him."

There were several blank pages at the back, and then some very scribbled words, almost unreadable, as if they had been scribbled drunk: "I miss him so much, I miss him so much, I miss him so much..."

"If only I could make him a vegetable."

Song Ran stayed for a long time before slowly closing the diary. Unlike the nausea he imagined, he felt heavy and breathless.

He lost his mind for a while, put the diary back in the desk drawer, re-locked the bedroom door, and put the key into the mooncake box under the bed.

That night, Song Ran actually suffered from insomnia. He has always been big-hearted and is a person who can fall asleep by sticking to a pillow, but now he can't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

Such feelings are too humble and heavy...is it worth it?Does it make sense?He has never liked anyone, and he really can't understand such feelings.

He didn't even know each other.

I don't know how long it took, half asleep and half awake, Song Ran vaguely heard something, it seemed to come from the balcony next door, it was the sound of a fist hitting the flesh, and the sound of a man yelling hysterically, mixed with " Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dull sound of hitting the wall, it seems that someone's hair was ruthlessly pulled, and they hit the wall one after another...

what happened?Is there domestic violence next door?Do you want to call the police?Song Ran thought in a daze, but he was too sleepy, as if there was a huge vortex that kept pulling his consciousness down, and he fell asleep in a daze.