Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Actor Yet

The 32nd floor of the Ruici Group Building, the president's office.

Xie Beiwang leaned on the large leather chair, his eyes half closed, hiding the tiredness between his brows and eyes.

A mobile phone was thrown on the desk. In the power amplifier mode, the chattering and preaching voice from the receiver echoed clearly in the office.

The owner of the voice sounded quite old, but he was very angry when he scolded people, and he didn't look like an old man at all.

"Xie Beiwang! If you still treat me as a father, you will immediately send your sister away!! Fire her etiquette teacher!!!"

Xie Beiwang asked calmly, "What happened to her?"

"You still ask her what's wrong?! I invited some female models to my house as a guest, but she was lucky enough to cut off their hair while they were drunk, and threw them all on the street, only giving a blanket! It's winter Is she going to freeze people to death?"

Xie Beiwang said calmly, "If they dress properly when they are guests, they won't freeze to death even if they don't have blankets."

"You...!" Xie Changan scolded angrily, "You are the one who used her to be lawless!"

"No matter how lawless she is, that's my sister, Xie Beiwang. I'm willing to spoil her whatever she wants, as long as she doesn't break the law." Xie Beiwang didn't speak like he was talking to his blood-related father. White minks are more pleasant-looking. "I said 15 years ago that Xie Yingying would not leave this family with me here."

Xie Changan was so angry that he was so angry that he shouted loudly: "Then get out of here too!! Do you think I am your only son? Don't forget that you are only the acting president, and I haven't officially retired yet!!"

Even under such a threat, Xie Beiwang's cold voice did not fluctuate.

"No problem, I can leave at any time." He said coldly, "But after I leave, which of your sons can stand up? Is it the one who owed [-] million in gambling and then had his hand cut off? Or the one who hangs around The seed of infatuation in a woman's belly? Or is it that third-rate web writer who makes a living by writing lace memoirs and making up "The Biography of Xie Chang'an" and "Legend of Sirius"?"

Xie Beiwang paused, then chuckled: "Or...do you want to 'train' another one? But you are already 60 years old, how much time do you have left to train an obedient 'dog'?"

Xie Changan was left speechless by his question.

The creator of the entertainment empire, who was once regarded as a "giant" by countless people, finally got old and fell at the feet of a new giant.

Xie Changan tried in vain to tie his son by blood relationship, just like a dog, but he did not expect that the son he picked up was not a dog, but an arrogant and domineering "head". Wolf".

Xie Changan had no choice but to bluff and say harshly: "If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have recognized you 15 years ago!"

Xie Beiwang didn't answer him, just hung up the phone and threw it aside.

He sat at the very top of this entertainment empire, overlooking the entire capital through the glass curtain wall behind him.He loves the challenge of breaking new ground, but occasionally...he feels lonely.

This loneliness was brought to him by the man called his father.And he couldn't tell his young sister about the irritability in his heart.

He sighed deeply, and suddenly opened the table, looking at a ginkgo leaf specimen lying in the drawer.

A ginkgo leaf is tightly clamped between two pieces of thick and transparent glass. It is very wide and large, fully as big as the palm of an adult male, without a trace of creases.

However, the most peculiar thing is that this specimen is transparent!

This specimen does not have flat and beautiful leaves, but only golden veins.The leaf veins outline the appearance of the ginkgo one by one, and between the veins are transparent cell tissues, just like glass.

If an uninformed person sees it, they may think it is a glass handicraft made by a famous artist, but in fact, it is indeed a real ginkgo leaf!

Many, many years ago, it was hand-picked by an eight-year-old little brother, carefully sandwiched in the letter, followed by the postman through several cities, and finally reached the hands of another teenager.

The young man is talented and intelligent. He used the chemical technique he learned in class to soak ginkgo leaves with reagents. After several weeks of patient waiting and careful wiping, he finally obtained this rare transparent specimen of ginkgo leaf veins!

This leaf has been kept by his side for 15 years, watching him change from a country boy to the silent man he is now.

Xie Beiwang gently rubbed the golden leaf through the glass with his fingertips, wondering if the other owner of this ginkgo leaf would recognize it when he saw it?

... He is so stupid, he must not.

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Xie Beiwang took the elevator downstairs.When the elevator reached the artist management department on the tenth floor, the elevator door opened.

Jiang Zicheng was struggling with the zipper of his coat with his head lowered, not even noticing who the other gentleman was in the elevator.

He is wearing a bomber jacket today. The outer layer is brown-black soft lambskin, and the inner layer is thick lambskin. It is the hottest style this winter. It is warm and stylish, and is the most fashionable.

It's just that the zipper of this kind of jacket with fleece inside is easy to get stuck with the cashmere. He tried for a long time, but he couldn't pull out the cashmere stuck in the zipper pull.

At this moment, he received another call, and the jubilant ringing of the mobile phone filled the small elevator, deafening.He couldn't move his hands, and another passenger in the elevator offered to help.

"Shall I pick it up for you?"

"Thank you!" Jiang Zicheng stuffed the phone into the man's palm casually, and continued to struggle with the crooked coat with his head down.

The man glanced at the contact person on the phone screen—"Tianxin Boss Wife"—he picked up the phone and turned on the power amplifier function thoughtfully.

The woman from the mountain city greeted the shop warmly.

"Chengwa, where are you? The hot pot is waiting for you!"

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly said: "Madam Boss, I'm here, I'm here, I'm downstairs!"

The proprietress Tianxin spat at him: "Come on! I'm downstairs!"

Jiang Zicheng: "I mean, I'm downstairs in our company!"

Boss lady: "..."

Jiang Zicheng Yile: "Miss Boss, the hot pot restaurant hasn't opened yet, how many times have we celebrated? Don't ruin the restaurant before it opens!"

"Guawa, don't talk nonsense!" The proprietress urged him a few more words before hanging up the phone, to the effect that he should not be delayed on the way, the hot pot has already boiled, and if he arrives late, he will have nothing to eat and can only drink The hot pot base is over.

For Sichuan-Chongqing people, no matter what big or small festivals they encounter, no matter what they have to celebrate, they must eat hot pot. This is just like Beijingers who eat dumplings when they encounter everything, which makes no sense.

Jiang Zicheng will join the filming team the day after tomorrow. Thinking of the next three months, he will have a clear soup and little water for self-cultivation, so he naturally wants to take advantage of this to eat a lot.

The elevator went to the first floor, and the phone just hung up.Jiang Zicheng had no choice but to put down his disobedient zipper, and raised his head to thank his companions: "Thank you!"

The last word was swallowed back into his stomach before he could utter it—how could it be like this?Why was the person who answered the phone for him just now Xie Beiwang? ! !

Xie Bei saw his eyeballs moving wildly, his whole body stiffened, and even his slightly trembling eyelashes were filled with surprise. This appearance was really stupid and funny.

The elevator door opened and closed, and Jiang Zicheng was alarmed by the "ding" sound, and finally recovered his body.

As soon as he wanted to move, Xie Beiwang held him down.

"Stand still."

Xie Beiwang stuffed the phone back into Jiang Zicheng's pocket, and pulled his useless clumsy hands from the zipper, telling him to stand up obediently.

The man lowered his head and approached, so close that his breath sprayed on Jiang Zicheng's forehead.Jiang Zicheng was infected by the heat, and the heat spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears in a blink of an eye.

He didn't dare to move, his hands pressed tightly to the seams of his trousers, and he stood up straight, as straight as his sexual orientation.

Xie Beiwang didn't know that in just a few seconds, Jiang Zicheng's inner drama played out the whole scene by himself, and he was concentrating on studying Jiang Zicheng's zipper.

The man's big hand picked up the zipper that was entangled with cashmere. He lowered his head and studied it for a while. Suddenly, he made a mistake with both hands and somehow twisted it. The zipper clip and the cashmere were separated instantly!

The chain teeth are clean, and the cashmere is intact, and it is impossible to see how "lingering" they were before.

Jiang Zicheng exclaimed: "How did you separate?!"

Xie Beiwang said: "It's very simple. You can separate them when they are not paying attention and are not prepared."

Jiang Zicheng: "..." What kind of new cold joke is this?

Jiang Zicheng quickly pulled the skirt of his clothes out of Xie Beiwang's hands, and fastened the zipper obediently.

This time he was very careful, and the previous tragedy did not happen again.

Not only that, but he also deliberately zipped up the top of the collar, hiding everything below the nose in the jacket.All that's shown is a pair of eyes, two ears, and a tousled ("It's fashion! It's fashion!") hair on top.

The elevator door opened again, and Jiang Zicheng rushed out, but Xie Beiwang stopped him before taking two steps.

Xie Beiwang asked, "Are you going to eat hot pot?"

Jiang Zicheng pretended to be stupid: "Huh? Ah? Who eats hot pot? What kind of hot pot?"

Xie Beiwang said: "You want to eat hot pot. You are going to eat hot pot at the hot pot restaurant opened by your former employer."

"..." Jiang Zicheng said angrily, "Why, this time the company has a new rule that male artists under the age of 30 cannot eat hot pot?"

"That's not true." Xie Beiwang raised his eyebrows, "It's just that the current president of the company wants to have hot pot with a male artist surnamed Jiang under the age of 30."

"..."

"Let's go, the driver is already waiting at the door."