BOSS turned me into a dog [entertainment circle]

In front of Lin Chuan, Fu Ming called the leader of his agency and told him that Zhao Ru had accepted the variety show "Actor's Advancement" for Lin Chuan and asked him to deal with it.

The leader's name was Kong Pengcheng. The general manager surnamed Kong was startled, and then flew into a rage: "She didn't even discuss it with me! It's too much!"

A normal brokerage company would not be so strict with an artist. What plays to accept and what activities to participate in are mostly made by the agent. But Lin Chuan can’t be measured by a normal artist. For him, the company directly changed the major shareholder. The first thing the big boss Fu Ming did when he took over the decision-making power was to personally poach Lin Chuan from other places. Kong Pengcheng thought that the company would make a fortune with this amazing artist, but he was too naive to realize that. The situation turned out to be so weird.

Kong Pengcheng has been immersed in the entertainment industry for a long time, and of course he understands the twists and turns in it. After careful observation for a while, he finally had to admit that Lin Chuan let Fu Ming be raised as a canary, and it was not just a normal foster, it was... ...He couldn't say what it was for a while, but he thought it was quite serious, not like raising a lover, but like raising a son.

Now that the "son" of the big boss is going to participate in a variety show and show his face, Kong Pengcheng is very nervous: "Yes...have you signed the agreement?"

"Yes." Fu Ming's voice was flat and he didn't sound angry at all. He reached out and stroked Lin Chuan's head as he spoke, like petting a puppy, and then wrote lightly, "Do you want compensation and how much? Let me know when it is clear, and I will pay the liquidated damages privately."

Lin Chuan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He jumped up and knelt down on the sofa, holding Fu Ming's arm with both hands: "Don't!"

Fu Ming covered the microphone, turned to look at him, and smiled in a good mood: "Are you acting like a baby?"

Lin Chuan nodded without integrity: "Can you let me participate? You make a request! Just ask!"

It's a big deal to accompany|sleep!I am not afraid!

After all, it smells good... I seemed to enjoy it when I was kissed before...

Lin Chuan was shocked by his lack of bottom line, but he still held back his shame and said, "You let me participate..."

Fu Ming made him look like this, and his chest was instantly on fire. He collected himself, pulled his neckline, let go of the microphone and said to the other end: "I'll wait for your results."

Kong Pengcheng vaguely heard Lin Chuan's voice before, and he was in a bad mood.

It was rumored outside that Fu Ming didn't have emotions and desires, he really wanted to complain to those people, but because of his high salary, he could only hold back.

Fu Ming hung up the phone quickly. He listened to the busy tone on the phone, came back to his senses, picked up the landline in a hurry, and said to the assistant outside the door: "Tell Zhao Ru to come over as soon as possible."

Zhao Ru came very quickly, and the high heels stepped on the floor tiles with a brisk and firm rhythm, and she was full of energy, as if full of confidence in the future.

Zhao Ru is a strong woman, but she is not Mrs. Miejue. She knows how to deal with people and is very popular in the company. Even the assistant to the general manager couldn't help but open the back door for her, and whispered to remind her: "Mr. Kong seems to be in a bad mood. Okay, go in and be careful."

Zhao Ru is Lin Chuan's manager. I don't know how many times it is. He has been an assistant for several years. How could he not know about Lin Chuan's frequent change of managers? He couldn't help but feel a little worried about her.

Zhao Ru smiled and didn't take it seriously: "Don't worry, I know."

The assistant couldn't say much, so he could only watch her push the door and go in with a worried face.

Kong Pengcheng's face was dark, and he didn't mention letting her sit down. He even patted the table angrily when she approached: "What's the matter with you? What should you pay attention to when I asked you to be Lin Chuan's manager?" I told you clearly, are you forgetful or something?"

Zhao Ru stood in front of his desk with a calm expression: "Mr. Kong, did the big boss ask you to break the contract?"

Kong Pengcheng: "..."

Zhao Ru smiled: "You should know that when Lin Chuan signed a contract with a small broken company, Mr. Fu specially hired him here."

Kong Pengcheng said angrily, "Of course I know."

"The Haina Capital created by Mr. Fu covers a very wide range, but he has never set foot in the entertainment industry before. He specially invested in our company for Lin Chuan, which is very unusual for Lin Chuan."

Kong Pengcheng shook his hand, and a string of ashes fell from the cigarette between his fingers: "You did your investigation very carefully."

"It's not hard to find out." Zhao Ru smiled, "He doesn't like Lin Chuan entering the entertainment circle, but he still does it for him. Do you know why?"

Kong Pengcheng was stopped by her question, frowned and thought for a while, then sneered: "Of course you have to pamper a little lover. If the little lover wants to make a movie, he creates conditions for him to make a movie. What's so strange about that?"

Zhao Ru shook her head: "Mr. Fu's treatment of Lin Chuan is definitely not that simple. He doesn't like being exposed to the media, and he doesn't let Lin Chuan show his face. Lin Chuan's position in his heart is more important than you think. I don't know why he treats Lin Chuan like that. He is so persistent in this aspect, but I can be sure that he will never be ruthless towards Lin Chuan."

Kong Pengcheng frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Lin Chuan wants to make a movie, he makes concessions, Lin Chuan wants to participate in variety shows, he can continue to make concessions."

"No..." Kong Pengcheng interrupted her, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Zhao Ru smiled confidently: "Mr. Kong, do you want to obey orders all your life, get a fixed salary, and be a manager with little decision-making power, or do you want to rely on Lin Chuan to create brilliance, be a great leader, and be respected in the industry?" People admire?"

Kong Pengcheng firmly pressed the unfinished cigarette into the ashtray: "You..."

Zhao Ru continued: "Don't you want to make a lot of money? Lin Chuan's future business value is immeasurable."

Kong Pengcheng was silent for a moment, and said very conservatively: "What big talk, Lin Chuan's character is not popular in the entertainment industry."

After finishing speaking, I was a little awkward, someone covered me, so what if I could eat or not, I felt powerless when I said these words.

Zhao Ru saw the vacillation on his face, and said with a smile: "This matter should not be difficult to solve, you go and tell Mr. Fu, if you stop this step, Lin Chuan will always be a useless person, and he will be looked down upon if he goes out."

Kong Pengcheng's eyelids twitched: "...Why don't you say it?"

Zhao Ru pushed the glasses: "It's okay for me to say it, Lin Chuan will be grateful to me."

Kong Pengcheng got up suddenly, the words rolled around his mouth a few times, swallowed them back, and finally said sullenly: "You go back first, I'll think about it later."

Zhao Ru gave him reassurance: "Don't worry, Mr. Fu will definitely soften his heart towards Lin Chuan. If he still disagrees, you can add another sentence."

Kong Pengcheng looked up at her: "What?"

Zhao Ru smiled: "Just say, if you interfere with his freedom like this, he will be afraid of you."

Kong Pengcheng: "..."

*

Fu Ming took Lin Chuan out and directly held his hand, interlocking his fingers.

Lin Chuan's face was flushed, and he looked around flustered and short of breath: "What are you doing? Are you too high-profile? Let go! Let go!"

His first reaction was that he was afraid of being seen, rather than disgusted by this move. Fu Ming was in such a good mood that his face softened a little. When he got out of the elevator, he let go of his hand and pressed the top of his head affectionately. A pinch of dull hair: "If you don't agree, I won't hold it."

Lin Chuan cried and said: "I didn't agree to live in, why don't you let me go."

Fu Ming straightened his collar again. It seemed that his hands were very busy, and he wished to take care of him from head to toe: "Except for this one, everything else is up to you."

Lin Chuan felt that he should have a bit of backbone, paused, and said with a stiff neck: "You didn't agree to me to participate in the variety show, why should I listen to you, which funder is as picky as you!"

Fu Ming turned his head to look at him with deep eyes: "I'm not your benefactor, even if I were, there is no benefactor as generous as me who won't even sleep."

"..."

Lin Chuan almost choked to death.

After a while, Lin Chuan, based on self-deceiving thoughts such as "the arms can't hold the thighs", "the one who knows the current affairs is the hero", "take a step back and the sea and the sky" and so on, said weakly: "There is no need to buy anything, what do you want to use to get to my residence? Just take it..."

When the two of them got into the car when they said this, Fu Ming was dumbfounded, and suddenly turned to look at him when he came back to his senses.

Lin Chuan felt ashamed and angry.

ah ah ah ah ah I did not compromise!I just... just want to use the excuse of taking something to hide once I get home!This is a plan to delay the attack!Absolutely no compromises!I have principles!

Fu Ming suddenly leaned over, holding his head in both hands, his fingers and voice trembling uncontrollably: "What did you say?"

Lin Chuan yelled without thinking: "Don't get me wrong! I just want to go home!"

Fu Ming stared at him fixedly, his eyes slowly dimmed after a long time, and finally pinched his chin with one hand, and whispered in a strange voice mixed with melancholy and gentleness: "Your residence is assigned by the company, I have the key, you There's no use hiding there."

Lin Chuan: "!!!"

Fu Ming leaned over and kissed him on the forehead: "Be good, let's go to the mall now."

Lin Chuan: "..."

At this moment, Fu Ming's cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the weird atmosphere in the small space. Fu Ming let go of Lin Chuan, took out his cell phone and pressed answer: "It's done so soon?"

Kong Pengcheng said something at the other end, Fu Ming suddenly frowned, opened the car door and walked out.

As soon as he left, the dazzling atmosphere around him immediately became thinner. Lin Chuan gradually regained his sobriety as if he had taken a hallucinogen. Go, he didn't consider the feasibility at all, and wanted to sneak away while Fu Ming was on the phone.

But before he could move, Fu Ming suddenly turned around and looked at him.

"!!!"

Lin Chuan quickly retracted his paws on the doorknob.

Fu Ming's eyes were cold. He didn't know whether it was the person on the phone who made him unhappy, or he discovered Lin Chuan's attempt to escape. Lin Chuan's scalp was numb, and he cowardly gave up his escape plan and sat down obediently.

Fu Ming didn't look back, just stared at Lin Chuan all the time.

Lin Chuan: "..."

Brother, look around, life is full of scenery!

Feeling uncomfortable being stared at, Lin Chuan had no choice but to take out his phone.

It's amazing that although Fu Ming didn't let him go, he didn't confiscate his mobile phone. Was he not worried at all about him calling the police?

But it seemed useless even if the police were called, the police came over to see that there was nothing wrong with it, so they went to sit at a friend's house for a while!captivity?Where do you see the captivity?Young people don't have persecution paranoia!

Lin Chuan made up a scene by himself, swiped his phone in despair and clicked on Weibo.

Before he posted a photo of breakfast, Weibo was logged in with a large size by default. This time, he clicked on it and saw that there were many likes and comments. Unexpectedly, he hadn't updated the blog for several months, and he posted a few pitiful Ten thousand zombie fans were all killed.

Lin Chuan was about to reply to a few comments, but suddenly he was attracted by a strange comment in the front row.

Continuous flow v: Am I reading that right?There is a custom logo on the corner of the table, which is custom-made furniture from a BC private hospital. The style of the tableware looks like Xiao Linlang's private restaurant near the BC hospital. Could it be that we, Chuanchuan, are the sons of wealthy families?

Lin Chuan: "???"

WTF?