After detonating the hot search

"Dong dong dong", three crisp sounds, Fu Lin walked in from the back door.

As if to match something, a gust of wind just picked up, with drizzle mixed in, blowing in from outside the door, which made Fu Lin shiver, and at the same time, half of the hazy atmosphere in the room was blown away.

Shen Huaijing rolled his eyelids, and gave him a glance.

Fu Lin: "..."

He didn't want to just come in like this, but he had no choice.

Who knew that the rain would be heavy, he didn't bring an umbrella, and he didn't choose a good place. There was no shelter at all in the courtyard at the back door, but there was one in the front, but he had to go through the glass curtain wall in the living room when he went around. , being able to get wet until now is to let the heavens know that he will not admit defeat.

"Uh... cough, come in and take a look when you're done smoking." Fu Lin didn't dare to look at Shen Huaijing, and walked over quickly, "Where's the contract? Have you signed it?"

Wen Nian forgot to answer for a while, and looked up at the water stains on Fu Lin's body and head.

...is this two laps in the rain?

Wen Nian took out a few tissues, paused, and simply handed over a pack: "Brother Lin, did you smoke while standing in the rain?"

Fu Lin: "..."

From the moment Fu Lin entered the door, Shen Huaijing's emotions faded a lot, but at this moment he got up, went to the kitchen, took a towel from the closet, and threw it to Fu Lin.

Fu Lin wiped his head thoroughly, only to see the words "Magpok kitchen utensils not for sale" printed on the bottom of the towel, and then remembered where it was stored.

"Aren't you a rag???" Fu Lin was suspicious.

Shen Huaijing shouldn't be able to do this... maybe.

Teacher Shen said, "Yes."

Fu Lin: "..."

Wen Nian glanced at Shen Huaijing.

Teacher Shen seemed to have absolutely no intention of explaining.

Wen Nian: "..."

Wen Nian had no choice but to speak for him: "The towel is brand new, never used."

The brand new ones are also dishcloths. Brother Lin, who has a lot of quality requirements for daily necessities, thought about it, but he couldn't keep his body wet, so you, Brother Lin, chose to compromise.

After his hair was no longer wet, Fu Lin came over with a cup of boiling water.

"After signing the contract, put it away by yourself. I will talk to Yinghai, and I will also inform Director Wu by the way. If someone contacts you later, they will say that they have signed the studio, you know?"

Wen Nian shook his head: "Brother Lin, I didn't sign it."

"Not signed? This is not—" Fu Lin picked up the contract on the table and looked at it.

brokerage contract.

This is not what Shen Huaijing wanted Wen Nian to sign.

Fu Lin understood, looked at Shen Huaijing: "What about the contract? Haven't shown it to him yet?"

What were the two talking about for so long before that?

Wen Nian could tell that besides this agency contract, there seemed to be another one.

"Is there still a contract?" Wen Nian asked.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Lin took out the new contract from the partition under the coffee table with sharp eyes.

Compared with the one on the desktop, there were only a few thin pages, and it took Wen Nian only a few minutes to read the entire contract.

Fu Lin: "Why don't you talk, do you feel dissatisfied?"

Wen Nian lowered his head, Fu Lin could not see his expression clearly.

Wen Nian turned the contract to the last page.

It is not so much a contract, but more like a statement of anchorage, a contract.

It clearly states not to accept plays, not to publicize, not to participate in any commercial related announcements, the strangest thing is...

"The contract period is only half a year?" Wen Nian checked the start and end time of the contract again.

Fu Lin: "Yes, half a year."

Wen Nian was puzzled, what kind of contract was only signed for half a year?

Fu Lin looked at Shen Huaijing, and was even more puzzled about what the two of them were doing in the house when he was outside to let the sky know that he would not admit defeat.Why does Wen Nian look like he doesn't even know this?

Fu Lin was about to explain, but Shen Huaijing spoke first: "There will be a round-up recording in Erxia's follow-up."

Wen Nian said "Yes", "Director Wu told me."

Shen Huaijing asked softly, "Do you want to participate?"

Wen Nian remembered what he had promised Shen Han that day, and thought, but...

"If time permits." Wen Nian replied.

"You can participate if you want," Fu Lin said, taking a sip of water, sitting on the sofa on the other side, "don't worry about other things."

"Didn't you just ask why the contract period is half a year?"

"Because the recording time for the second summer round is estimated to be half a year."

Wen Nian: "?"

A few days ago, Shen Han asked Director Wu privately about the details of the group show, but Director Wu failed to give any definite answer, saying that he didn't want to say it, but he couldn't say it. Taiwan to discuss.

"Is the time fixed now?" Wen Nian asked.

Fu Lin nodded: "The result of the discussion with the director team is that it will be half a year, but the total recording time is less than twenty days, but the timeline is a little longer, from October to February next year."

"At the beginning of each month, three consecutive days are selected for recording, probably one day on Friday and two days on weekends."

Wen Nian was startled.

Recording three days a month, including two days on weekends, means that there is no conflict with his schoolwork.

He has already completed his credits, and the most important thing for the next semester is the tutor's tasks. There are only a few optional and limited elective courses on the schedule, and the course selection is not scheduled for Friday.

"What's the matter, just tell me if you have any questions." Seeing that he was silent, Fu Lin asked.

Wen Nian's voice was very clear in the quiet living room: "No."

Fortunately, if he promised Shen Han, he would not miss the appointment.

"Let's sign the contract." Fu Lin pushed the stack of papers back in front of Wen Nian, and said with a smile, "During the half-year recording period of Tuan Zong, there will be many people like Zhong Wenyue who will come to you, and it will affect your class. It’s not good, so it’s the easiest solution to declare to the outside world that you’ve signed a contract with the studio.”

Fu Lin opened the signature pen on the table, moved two steps forward, and stuffed the pen into Wen Nian's hand.

"When the time comes, whether it's me going out with you, or... your Mr. Shen going out with you, it will be justifiable to be photographed."

Shen Huaijing's words about going to see Wuyuan with him flashed through Wen Nian's mind again.

His fingers loosened unconsciously, and he almost lost his grip on the pen.

Wen Nian did not sign for a long time, and looked at Shen Huaijing: "Can this contract regulation be revised?"

He heard Shen Huaijing say "hmm": "Which one do you want to change?"

Wen Nian turned the contract to the second page: "Article [-], payment method."

He studied finance. Although he has never been in the entertainment industry before, he has a certain sensitivity to commercial contracts. If the last contract was a "concession", then this one is definitely a "unilateral benefit". .

That "unilateral" is him.

"I don't bring any benefits to the studio, so I don't need to be paid."

Not to mention such a high salary.

Wen Nian looked at Shen Huaijing without blinking, and Shen Huaijing let him look at him for a long time before smiling.

"But it's not the studio that signed you."

Wen Nian was a little dazed for a while, Shen Huaijing took the contract in his hand and turned to the last signing page.

Wen Nian looked down.

What Party A wrote there was not Shen Huaijing's studio, which was the same as the previous contract, but Shen Huaijing.

There was a trace of bewilderment in Wen Nian's eyes.

...So he is signing a contract with Shen Huaijing?

If he signs a contract with Shen Huaijing, he doesn't need any compensation.

Yes... I don't need any compensation.

Wen Nian lowered his eyes.

If you have to ask for some kind of compensation, then just go and see for five yuan every month, Wen Nian thought to himself.

He is not greedy, just...once a month, if he is busy, then change it to once every two months.

If not, three months... Three months may be a long time. In the world of cats, three months for five yuan is equivalent to a few years for humans. If you don’t see each other for a few years, it’s not very good. Five yuan is very sticky People, like him very much, will miss him.

Yes, five yuan will miss him very much, Wen Nian is playing games with himself, telling himself to himself.

A few seconds later, the self-game was defeated.

What was he thinking about?

Isn't he greedy?

That's Shen Huaijing. It costs five yuan to visit once every two months. Isn't that greedy?

Based on that person's worth, he could buy "five yuan" for a train for one trip.

Wen Nian: "..."

Five bucks is a bit too cheap.

Let Aunt Li change the name of "Five Yuan" to "50" next time.

Just after the self-game was decided, Wen Nian heard Fu Lin's voice clearly teasing.

"Did you see, your Party A is Mr. Shen."

"...That doesn't require any reward." Wen Nian pursed his lips.

"Why not, anyway, you will be the one from now on..." Fu Lin reined in, silently swallowing the last word "的".

Wen Nian was puzzled halfway through the speech: "What is it all about me?"

"It's nothing, you, Mr. Shen, have a lot of money." Fu Lin said.

Wen Nian: "..."

Before Fu Lin finished editing, Shen Huaijing spoke first: "Apart from this, is there anything else you want?"

Wen Nian wanted to say no, but "five yuan" "meow" in his mind again, "meow" made him lose his mind, and "meow" missed the best time.

Saying no now doesn't seem so "no".

Wen Nian didn't know how to answer for a moment.

I am going to change the worth of five yuan from "50" to "five yuan" again.

Wen Nian didn't speak, but Shen Huaijing smiled. He stretched out his hand, took the pen from Wen Nian's hand, crossed out the tenth item, and drew a horizontal line beside it.

"Then leave it blank and fill it in when you think about it."

Fu Lin: "..."

Is this filling out the contract as a check? ? ?

It's still empty.

Okay, anyway, this contract is signed to Wen Nian, let alone draw a horizontal line, it is not too much for Mr. Shen to write a couple of love words on it.

"Have you heard that every year? If you think about it, fill it in as soon as possible. This is a rare opportunity. Don't miss the deadline." Fu Lin said.

"It's not overdue." Shen Huaijing handed back the pen, looked at Wen Nian, and chuckled, "There is no deadline for this one."

Wen Nian blinked.

The five yuan in my mind seemed to be "meowing" more intensely, as if shouting "I want Shen Huaijing to visit me every month...every half a month...every week", Wen Nian took a little effort and turned it back .

He didn't answer, didn't say yes, and didn't say no, he just picked up the pen and signed his name.

Wen Nian went over empty-handed and brought back a contract.

As soon as Shen Han saw the blank paper in Wen Nian's hand, he immediately became anxious: "Didn't you say that you will sign the contract? Why did you sign it?"

"I can't even sign my brother's studio! Show me quickly!"

Without waiting for Wen Nian to speak, Shen Han immediately turned over the contract.

Turning to the first page, Shen Han: "?"

On the second page, Shen Han: "??"

On the third page, Shen Han: "???"

On the last page, Shen Han: "emmmmmm."

He closed the contract, patted the non-existent dust on the cover, and returned the contract to Wen Nian completely and piously.

"I thought you signed yourself to my brother's studio."

"It turned out that he signed himself to my brother."

Wen Nian: "..."