After detonating the hot search

Zhong Wenyue almost didn't breathe oxygen.

This is the "new assistant" that Shen Han called?I really believed his evil!

After drinking a full cup of strong tea in the office and listening to a mantra for purifying the heart, Zhong Wenyue called Fu Lin.

After several rings, it was finally picked up over there.

Zhong Wenyue tried to be refined and easy-going, but...

"What's the matter with you and Wen Nian?!"

Failed to be easygoing.

Zhong Wenyue was really upset. The moment he saw Fu Lin's name, he knew it was over.

No matter which company or studio Wen Nian fell in love with, he had the confidence and chips to win them over, but Fu Lin couldn't, not only because of Fu Lin, but also because Fu Lin was behind Shen Huaijing.

"What's the matter with me and Wen Nian?" Fu Lin frowned.

"Shen Han said that you are Wen Nian's assistant." Zhong Wenyue scratched his head violently, "No, I said you have nothing to do as a temporary assistant for a small amateur? Now that your business scope has expanded to this point? It's the boss's business Is it not enough for you to be busy, or you will be directly demoted to retire?"

Fu Lin's expression changed, and he slowly put down the coffee in his hand.

On weekdays, he would be able to chat with Zhong Wenyue for half an hour just by saying "the former club contacted another artist", but now when he heard the name "Wen Nian", the high-voltage wire above his head crackled and flashed.

Fu Lin's voice quieted down: "You ask what Wen Nian wants to do?"

Zhong Wenyue was stunned when he heard Fu Lin's tone.

So straight to the point, don't you even mean to be sloppy?

"Then I won't talk nonsense with you. I've taken a fancy to Wen Nian and want to sign..."

Fu Lin interrupted him directly: "It's best not to let Huai Jing hear your words."

Zhong Wenyue: "?"

Fu Lin clicked his tongue: "Have you been looking for Niannian?"

"Niannian?" Although Zhong Wenyue was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he heard this familiar title.

"Don't talk nonsense, where did you get the contact information?"

"I asked for it from director Wu Guang." Zhong Wenyue felt that Fu Lin had eaten gunpowder today, "No, what kind of tone did you say? I want to sign a contract with Wen Nian, not break the contract. It makes me look like I'm lying to a child. .”

As soon as Fu Lin heard the word "sign a contract", he immediately said: "Don't talk about this matter, and don't even think about it."

Zhong Wenyue inhaled oxygen for the second time. He thought he could pull back and forth at least twice. The worst case would be that he was losing ground. Who would have thought that Fu Lin would directly give him a big fight.

"Don't tell me that you have already booked someone early in the morning, and you are going to sign under Huaijing's banner." Zhong Wenyue thought for a while, "That's not right, I heard Wen Nian's tone, and I don't seem to know about it, so you are preparing Wait until the second summer is over before signing him?"

Fu Lin was silent for a moment, and said, "What did Wen Nian tell you? Said he wanted to sign Ying Hai?"

"What's going on with you today, should I ask you or you ask me?"

"Just answer and don't talk about anything else."

"No, Wen Nian said he had to think about it," Zhong Wenyue understood. Knowing that signing Wen Nian was a no-go, he didn't plan to hide anything, and chose to sell Fulin to save face, "But I chatted with him for half an hour. We had a good conversation about the topics, but the contract signing... How to put it, I feel that he is not interested, and he is not very enthusiastic."

Generally speaking, when negotiating contracts with artists, everything else is false. What they care most about is the distribution of resources and income, but Wen Nian is just the opposite. As long as they talk about this aspect, they talk a lot less.

Hearing this, Fu Lin on the other end of the phone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine if you're not interested, and it's fine if you're not enthusiastic.

Zhong Wenyue said back: "Give me a promise. If you don't plan to sign Wen Nian, I'll talk about it again. This is a good seed. If you give him to me, I owe you a big favor."

"Give you a promise?"

"Ah."

"The exact word is that I can't make the decision on this matter, but signing the contract is free of discussion."

"..."

"Okay, for the sake of our friendship for many years, let me remind you for free, there are many people staring at him in the circle now," Zhong Wenyue said seriously, "I know no fewer than five companies, and Director Wu has already covered him for him." We intercepted a batch, but what about when Erxia's recording ends? Such a sweet pastry is placed here, there is no reason for everyone not to grab it."

"Now that you are his assistant, you should make plans for him in advance."

"Got it," Fu Lin went downstairs with the car keys, "Thanks, I'll treat you to dinner in two days."

"Come on, I'm still eating. If you really want to thank me, go and punch that bastard Shen Han twice. It's not big or small."

When the elevator arrived at the underground parking lot, Fu Lin walked out and said, "We're on our way."

An hour later, the main station of Jiangcheng TV Station.

As soon as Shen Han finished rehearsing, he received a message from Fu Lin asking him to go to meeting room 102 downstairs. Shen Han didn't pay much attention, and replied with a "received" emoji until Fu Lin sent the second message.

[Brother Lin: Come here alone, don't tell Wen Nian. 】

Shen Han held the phone in a daze for a long time before finding an excuse to go downstairs.

"Brother Lin?" Shen Han pushed the door open a crack, carefully squeezed his head in.

"Come in." Fu Lin waved his hand, signaling him to close the door.

Fu Lin has always been very talkative in front of Shen Han, Shen Han seldom sees him so serious, and he is not used to it, but he probably guessed what it is.

"Did Brother Yue say something?" Shen Han asked.

Fu Lin tapped him on the head: "Why did it take so many days to talk about such a big matter?"

"The main reason is that Brother Yue just called today, and there is no certainty." Shen Han covered his head and hissed, "What's wrong? Did you not agree with that side?"

"What is it? If Wen Nian wants to sign a contract, it will be Yinghai's turn?"

Shen Han put down his hand: "Yeah, I know, isn't this the moment Brother Yue calls, I will forward it to you? I also think that signing Yinghai is worse than signing with my brother directly."

Standing in front of the transparent glass curtain wall of the conference room, Fu Lin suddenly called out, "Xiao Han."

"Ok?"

"Er Xia has been recording for almost two months, right?" Fu Lin asked suddenly.

Shen Han nodded.

Fu Lin: "It's been two months, and Wen Nian hasn't even opened Weibo, why do you think?"

Shen Han seemed to be stopped by the question.

Fu Lin continued: "I have been with Wen Nian for more than two months, and I have never mentioned the signing of the contract. Why do you think?"

Shen Han's mind was a little confused for a while.

He knew that Wen Nian didn't take much interest in Weibo, and he usually only read it a few times during the two days when Er Xia was broadcast, but he really didn't think about the second thing Lin Ge said.

That's right, what Brother Yue knows, there's no reason why Brother Lin doesn't know.

why?

If it's not that Brother Lin doesn't want to sign, then it's because he doesn't have the intention every year.

Shen Han is also a little confused now: "But he said he would consider it, and he is also willing to record the group drama."

"When did he tell you that he would record a group performance?" Fu Lin asked.

Shen Han thought for a while: "On the day Director Wu called."

Fu Lin turned around and smiled: "Soon, right?"

Shen Han nodded.

"What about the signing? He hesitated for a few days? Wen Yue called him today, did he agree? No."

Fu Lin couldn't open his mouth for a series of words, and after a long while, he repeated dryly: "He said... he was thinking about it."

Fu Lin hardly gave Shen Han time to think: "What things have you seen that Wen Nian would think about for so long?"

Shen Han sat on the chair, his mind became even more confused, but he knew that Brother Lin was right.

Wen Nian has never had to think about anything for so long, he has always been able to make a decision quickly.

Just like when he was first invited to participate in the show, Director Wu said that Wen Nian had rejected him twice clearly and flatly. No matter how generous the terms he proposed, it didn't affect his decision. It took a "one phone call", in Director Wu's words, "I went out and made a phone call, and when he came back, he was ready to sign the contract. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with me during the period."

There was also that time when they played golf. Not long after they proposed to play, Yuhang was still looking for an arena, so Wen Nian said to go to Jiangda University.

He never seemed to have such a "hesitating" time.

He hesitated, indicating that he didn't want to.

"Now you know the answer?" Fu Lin's voice relaxed a little.

Shen Han was silent for a long time, then nodded.

Originally, he thought that the delay in making a decision every year was because there were too many things to consider in signing the contract.

Knowing that he probably didn't want it in his heart, Shen Han couldn't sit still: "Then I'll go and tell him right away."

"No need." Fu Lin held him back.

"No need?" Shen Han was stunned, "Brother Lin, you came up to me alone, didn't you just want me to talk to Niannian?"

"I came up to you alone to tell you that you are close to Niannian, no matter what happens in the future, especially this kind of thing, you must greet me in advance, you know?"

"As for the contract..."

Wen Nian was unwilling, but hesitating, probably because of that one reason.

"Let your brother tell him."

Until the end of the training and returning to the villa, Shen Han didn't wait for his brother to find Wen Nian, but during training in the afternoon, he received a message from his brother asking him to give him Zhou Jiayi's contact information. Shen Han was puzzled, but he still behaved obediently gave.

The next day, the second autumn rain fell in Jiangcheng.

Shen Han waited for a day, and when he couldn't help but call Fu Lin to ask if he forgot to tell his brother, he saw Wen Nian coming down the stairs.

He took an umbrella and seemed to be going out.

"Are you going to my brother's place?" Shen Han said immediately.

Wen Nian: "."

Just when he thought that Shen Han was going to question him like before, the man only said "then go quickly" and ran to the door to open it for him.

Wen Nian: "?"

The temperature in Jiangcheng has dropped a bit fast in the past two days. When passing the outer wall, Wen Nian stopped. Maybe it was raining, and the aroma of the rose was diluted a bit, mixed with the chill of early autumn, and there was a kind of cold fragrance.

He probably knew why Shen Huaijing was looking for him.

Not long after Shen Han went out yesterday, Xu Yixin said that he saw Brother Lin's car in the parking lot.

As soon as Wen Nian entered the room, Fu Lin stood up immediately: "I'll go to the backyard to smoke a cigarette, you guys talk."

Wen Nian was too late to say hello.

After the sound of closing the door, the living room returned to silence.

A stack of white paper about half a centimeter thick was placed on the pure black Italian-style slate coffee table, and Wen Nian saw the words "Broker Agency Contract".

Sure enough, he guessed right.

"Why don't you wear a coat?" Shen Huaijing asked softly.

"It's not very cold." Wen Nian replied subconsciously.

Shen Huaijing warmed up a glass of milk for Wen Nian and brought it over: "I added some oatmeal to pad my stomach."

"Thank you, Teacher Shen." Wen Nian took the milk and sat on the sofa.

The conversation between the two was as usual, but for some reason, Wen Nian felt something was wrong.

...and even vaguely smelled the smoke on Shen Huaijing's body.

It was very faint and not unpleasant, and it was even more difficult to detect when it was washed by the smell of milk and oats, but he still smelled it.

It's only eight o'clock, did he smoke one in the morning?

Shen Huaijing seemed to be waiting for him to finish the glass of milk before he said, "Did Zhong Wenyue call you yesterday?"

Wen Nian nodded.

"Want to sign Yinghai's contract?"

Wen Nian tapped the cup with his fingertips, and said for a long time, "I'm still thinking about it."

"The brokerage contract is not bad," Shen Huaijing smiled, "Do you want to have a look at this first."

Wen Nian took over the contract from Shen Huaijing, and saw six characters written in the column of Party A - Shen Huaijing Studio.

Wen Nian: "."

Wen Nian read it carefully, turning the pages one by one.

Compared with what Zhong Wenyue said on the phone that day, the treatment was more generous, even to the point of "concession", but...

"Generally, the signing period of brokerage contracts is more than five years," Shen Huaijing said in a soft voice, rather than coaxing, "the shortest two years."

"In the past two years, artists will have endorsements, live broadcasts, promotions, commercial announcements, and even filming."

"Be prepared for the announcement at all times, it can take up class time and not even time to go back to school."

This is the first time Wen Nian has understood this circle so intuitively, from the black and white words, from Shen Huaijing's words.

It was also the first time to really understand why Shen Han said that Shen Huaijing was "difficult to move an inch".

It's true, it's hard to move an inch.

Wen Nian suddenly felt very tired.

That kind of powerlessness made him feel that he was still far away from Shen Huaijing.

"If you are afraid of delaying the class, the contract can be postponed for one year." Shen Huaijing closed his eyes lightly, his eyes drooping slightly, but he looked at Wen Nian very seriously, "The studio can wait for you to graduate."

He had just held a cup of boiling milk, but now Wen Nian's fingertips were already a little cold.

He stamped the contract and put it back on the black coffee table, just like it was in the first place.

Shen Huaijing just looked at Wen Nian like this, and smiled lowly at the moment he put down the contract.

He really wanted to resist the urge to touch him, but in the end he couldn't. He gently hugged him in his arms and comforted him, "Say, I don't want to."

The moment he was surrounded by Shen Huaijing's breath, Wen Nian seemed to suddenly lose his ability to think.

"What…"

Shen Huaijing smiled, let go of his hand, and tapped on the agency contract with his fingers: "Say, I don't want to sign."

What Wen Nian didn't have time to say, was just said by Shen Huaijing.

Shen Huaijing looked at him, and said word by word: "Don't do anything you don't want to do for anyone."

Even if that person is him.

Shen Huaijing was also most afraid of him being the person.

"Otherwise, next time we go to see Wuyuan, we will wear hats and masks together." Shen Huaijing's low voice rang in Wen Nian's ears.

Wen Nian's heartbeat was even louder than the hug just now.

"Will you still go to see five dollars with me?"

...Even if he is in a completely different circle from him.

Wen Nian's voice was very soft, but Shen Huaijing could hear it clearly.

"Is it only five yuan?" Shen Huaijing smiled, "Doesn't the 'next time' that I said at the entrance of the attached middle school last time count?"

The person in front of him has already taken the first step towards him, and let him take every next step.

"...to count."

Wen Nian's heart, which had been hanging on for a long time, completely fell at this moment.

He seemed to have had a very long dream. He woke up in this early autumn, the sound of the rain was getting louder, thinking that the summer was over, but when he turned around, he bumped into the evening when the roses were in full bloom in his memory.

Summer is not over.