The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

After hanging up Cong Lie, Yunji called Fu Qing again and asked about Liao Bingqiao's course matchmaking.

"Yunji, I told my brother about the recording studio. It's almost my guess. He is willing to pay half of the money, and we have to figure out the other half. And he also asked me to hand over the details and plans to him. I don't understand. Those?" Fu Qing's voice was soaked in bitter water.

"If your brother pays all the money, we will become laborers." Yunji advised her, "We rely on relatives and friends to raise funds, so are we doing business or playing house?"

"From what you mean, do you have a solution?" Fu Qing immediately became hopeful.

"Small matter. In terms of other fund planning, I will find time to have an interview with Brother Jiang, and you can just concentrate on managing Liao Bingqiao's practice." Yunjiyun said lightly, pinching Zha Xiaoli's ear and rubbing it .

"As expected of you!" Fu Qing immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "You are more reliable than my brother! From now on, I will earn a living with you!"

"Come on girl, brother Fu loves you so much." Yunji smiled and dismissed her too.

But he got a headache when he hung up the phone.

Fu Jiang's willingness to pay half is already a great way to save face, but the remaining half is not a small number.

Money can't grow out of the ground, what can he do.

It's just that he is used to taking care of things, and he doesn't like others not being able to help and then worrying about it.

According to the most convenient shortcut, Cong Lie invested as a partner.

Now that Yunji is starting his career, seven-figure living money is very difficult, but for Cong Lie, it shouldn't be a big deal to take it out.

But even if you don't say that Yunji can't get rid of this embarrassment, Cong Lie originally thought that he was a second-generation ancestor with no skills, and he had some opinions on Hanhai's special construction of a recording studio.

Yunji didn't want to go to his place to touch his nose in vain.

He scrolled down two pages along the circle of friends, and saw Xu Peng's piece of trash.

Dim Sum is drinking champagne with a few beautiful girls in his arms on the yacht, and his stomach is folded three or four times on the beach shorts.

Yunji remembered that Xu Peng had a good ability to invest and pay back.

No matter how much start-up capital Mr. Xu gave him, he couldn't even spend five of them. He was an extremely competent boy who spread money.

Especially in this case, his father gave him a sum of money, telling him to go directly to Europe to study violin if he loses all the money.

Then Xu Peng switched to the violin in less than a year, and came back unshaven in less than a year, stretching everyone's bladders and clamping their legs at the welcome banquet.

But he is very enterprising, and after repeated defeats, he becomes more and more courageous. In the past, he always wanted to compete with Yunji, and would come to him to speak harshly from time to time.

Yunji looked at his name and smiled slightly, and posted a circle of friends that was only visible to him: Hanhai is recruiting funds and intends to chat privately.

In less than half an hour, Xu Peng sent a voice message: "Mr. Yun, are there any seats left? [Shake hands.jpg]"

Yunji's seat was specially prepared for him, why not?

The next day, Xu Peng came to visit with a smile and brought the contract, and smiled with ulterior motives, "It's really an honor to be able to be the upstream of Mr. Yun's funds."

Yunji also smiled, "Mr. Xu is much rounder than last time I saw him. Has he made a lot of money recently?"

This shot had been stabbed in the heart. Xu Peng had just recently paid a big sum of money, and his face turned dark when he heard Yunji say that.

But he hoped that he could make a lot of money from Yunji, a benevolent boy, and he didn't dare to be as presumptuous as in the past, "Brother, don't laugh at me. I know that my buddy is reliable, but I came here with big money today." , I’m afraid I won’t catch up.”

Yunji smiled, "Xiao Boss is too polite, let's bring up the things we agreed to, how can we not catch up? After I made an agreement with you yesterday, I deleted that circle of friends, and you should be the only one who saw it." .”

Xu Peng was also ashamed to say that he had checked Yunji's circle of friends at that time, and pretended to caress his chest and let out a long breath, "It's still brother's loyalty!"

After saying this, he couldn't help but raise his tail, "Look at the meaning, I'm honored to help our Young Master Yun?"

Hearing such a non-deep sarcasm, Yunji just raised the corner of his mouth peacefully, "I can't say that completely. You also cooperate with some artists in my company. Even if we don't know the details of how much capital they have, The number, as a partner, should also know the approximate amount."

Seeing Xu Peng's body tense, Yunji knew that the prestige he had borrowed had worked.

He doesn't need Cong Lie's money, but the name Cong Lie is really easy to use.

As if knowing what Xu Peng was going to say next, Yunji smiled, "Indeed, the relationship between Cong Lie and I is obvious to all, and it's not too good. But as you said, who doesn't like big money?"

Xu Peng was caught by him, and couldn't help asking: "Then why don't you just take this opportunity to build a good relationship with Cong Lie?"

Yunji's face was slightly cold, and he didn't answer.

Xu Peng thought he understood right away, so he slapped himself lightly, "Look at my stinky mouth, which pot is not opened and which pot is not opened. What else can be the reason why Mr. Yun left me the opportunity? It must be for the brothers Moral!"

He said this in a whisper, because the more Yunji said that, the more he felt that if he didn't sign the contract for a day, he would have long nights and dreams.

It's fine for others, if it is Cong Lie who kills halfway, things will become difficult.

After all, Xu Peng's own money was given by his father, so there is still some money.

But Cong Lie is a God of Wealth himself, and the bonuses given to the studio every year alone are enough for Xu Peng to block those walls.

If you want to ask how much money Cong Lie has, Xu Peng dare not say.

It can only be said that if Cong Lie wanted to bid for this contract today, the few steel coins in Xu Peng's pocket might not be enough.

"We grew up with pee and mud, let's not talk about the foolishness. Just the number we said yesterday, I will add 20.00% to you. As long as you bring your brothers to make money, you can do nothing." Xu Peng patted his chest and said.

Gathering but laughing silently.

"Let's take a look." Xu Peng opened the electronic version of the contract in front of Yunji, scrutinizing his expression from the corner of his eye.

Yunji slowly swipe the content of the contract on the screen, his face is still peaceful, and there is not much emotion in his eyes.

"There are a few small points that need to be revised. Mr. Xu, please sit down for a while." Yunji tapped the screen of his laptop.

"Hey." Xu Peng hurriedly agreed, his eyes fixed on Yunji's fingers.

He has recently learned some word games that bury holes in the contract. As long as this wave stabilizes Yunji, he will be able to double the share in the future as compared to the written one. Then he can show his old man, Mr. Jing How did benchmarking gather to give Xu Peng a free job.

"The proportion of breach of contract here and the delivery date here need to be adjusted." Yunji only picked a few small places, and seemed to have completely ignored the big and small holes that Xu Peng really dug.

When Yunji confirmed that the revision was correct, Xu Peng couldn't believe it. He suppressed his excitement and pretended to be profound, "Don't you take a closer look at the other things? You won't want to change it after signing it."

Yunji seemed to have been reminded, and took the contract over and checked it word by word, but there was still no change, "No problem."

This made Xu Peng so happy that he couldn't see his eyes when he laughed so hard that he immediately typed out the contract for notarization.

In the end, holding the contract that was still warm, Xu Peng could not hide his trepidation, "Brother, we will have a long life."

Yunji smiled flatly, "We are happy to cooperate."

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"Who is this Xu Peng...why does it sound so familiar?" Cong Lie rarely went to his work account in person, and happened to see the circle of friends where Yunji and Xu Peng interacted.

Xu Peng posted a status: [Dude, pay attention! @云集]

Yunji replied with a handshake emoticon below.

Three black lines hung down on Liang Chao's face, "It's the boss of your outsourcing studio...it's equivalent to hiring his team with money from Party A."

Cong Lie raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly lost interest, "Oh."

They came to the studio today to shoot a short video for a perfume advertisement, and there were still a few minutes before the shooting started.

"And it seems that he also wanted to participate in music production before. At first he said that he was interested in investing in music, but he didn't say anything later." Liang Chao said, and leaned over to take a look, "Oh, I remembered, He also knew Mr. Yun, as if he had known him since he was a child."

Hearing Yunji's name, Cong Lie turned his head back again.

The greasy fat man in the photo has indeed appeared with Yunji a few times, and each time he can say a few words of wealth and wisdom.He seems to be interested in everything, but he has a hammer here and a club here, and he has never really done anything.

When he first arrived at the livehouse that day, he happened to meet this Xu Peng walking out angrily, but he couldn't remember who he was at the time.

"Hmph, like attracts like." Cong Lie sneered.

"Huh?" Liang Chao looked at the Moments photo in his hand, "It looks...he's not in the same category as Mr. Yun."

Cong Lie was angry when he remembered that Yunji threw himself in the hospital that day.

He also said that he would not go to the school celebration with him.

Also said he was a dog.

He said coldly: "Why is it not the same category? They are all rich who can't take any responsibility..."

"I'm sorry I'm late, there's a traffic jam on the road." As soon as Yunji's voice sounded, Cong Lie immediately shut up.

With a dark face, he pulled out a chair for Yunji.

But Yunji didn't seem to see the chair, he stopped and looked at Cong Lie's makeup, "Today is a men's perfume with the theme of 'Conquest', right? The leather jacket is very suitable."

There is nothing wrong with this, and Cong Lie also knows that he can wear anything.

But Yunji's tone and eyes were too businesslike.

His eyes swept across Cong Lie's body, as if he was inspecting a refrigerator that had just been unpacked.

After confirming that it was the style he needed and that there were no bumps or defects, he signed for it with a swipe of the pen.

"This photoshoot is the last time I worked together, and I know your situation better. I will review the short film before it is released. Now I need to deal with some other things. If you have any questions, feel free to call me." Yunji said After finishing, he walked to the coffee table on the side and opened the laptop.

Cong Lie was very displeased with his attitude, "If you are here to ring the bell as a monk, why do you come to such a far place to fish?"

"It is written in the contract that Party B is responsible for the supervision and production of all promotional products related to Party A. Therefore, Party B is required to be present during all necessary processes of designing and completing related works." Yunji explained to him concisely.

The word "Party A" sounded in Cong Lie's ears, as harsh as it could be.

Without another word, he turned and left.

Because the last cooperation was generally considered ideal, especially the response to the later film was particularly good, and the photographer was not so frightened.

But when she saw him approaching with a gloomy face, she still couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

Cong Lie is wearing crisp jeans and Martin boots today.

The black jacket with rivets was set wide by his shoulders, and narrowed at the waist like an inverted triangle.

He strode over like that, like a wolf on the grassland pounced on its prey at any time.

There is no need to wear any "conquer" perfume at all, as if he himself is "conquer" itself.

When shooting the video, Cong Lie had to do some throwing movements with the perfume.

"Teacher Cong, your eyes are too fierce, please take it easy."

After taking a few shots and failing to capture the ideal state, the photographer asked everyone to rest for a while.

The cameras stopped completely, and Cong Lie couldn't help but glance at the direction of Yunji.

Yunji was looking at the laptop screen intently, with his fingers sliding on the touchpad from time to time.

It seemed that because he had been looking at the screen for a long time, he pressed his fingers on his eye sockets, and his face looked a little unwell, and his lips even turned white.

"Okay, let's continue when everyone is ready." The photographer looked back at the little apprentice, "There will be a few close-ups later, pay attention to lighting."

Cong Lie couldn't help but look towards the coffee table until he held the slightly heavy glass bottle again.

"Okay, Mr. Cong, please get ready." The photographer took his place.

The perfume in his hand was thrown up and down.

Yunji's side face was illuminated by the light in the studio with a layer of soft light, and the broken hair pinned behind the ears looked particularly moving.

"Come again! Where is Teacher Cong looking? Turn your eyes towards me a little bit!" shouted the photographer.

Cong Lie looked in the direction led by the photographer, just in time to see the shadow of Yunji falling behind the wall.

The shadow turned around as if to grab something.

When he returned to the original position, a pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his straight nose.

Cong Lie couldn't remember when he saw Yunji wearing glasses and hurriedly looking at the owner of the shadow.

It was a pair of thin metal-framed glasses, the yellowish lenses reflecting pages scrolling on the screen.

The gaze that came out of it was calm and cold that Cong Lie had never seen before.

"Boom!"

Cong Lie lowered his head and found that the perfume bottle had fallen to pieces on the ground, and a strong fragrance quickly filled the air.

"Are you all right, Mr. Cong? Did you get scratched?" The staff immediately rushed over.

Cong Lie stood silently in the middle, looked through the crowd, and found that Yunji was not disturbed at all, and was still staring at the content on the computer.

"Teachers, take a break, the scene needs to be cleaned up." The photographer had a headache and opened the windows, the smell in the room was too strong.

Watching Cong Lie walk to the balcony without saying a word, Liang Chao followed carefully, "Brother Lie, what's the matter?"

"Is there any smoke?" Cong Lie asked him.

"Do you want to smoke?" Liang Chao looked at his expression and was even more worried, "Is something wrong?"

"No." Cong Lie hooked his fingers at him again, "Give me one, I'll think about something."

"Then you can ask Mr. Yun if you can smoke." Liang Chao didn't dare to give it to him.

He looked back into the room, Yunji was still looking at the computer.

"He doesn't care." When Cong Lie was speaking, he lowered his head and kicked the floor tiles on the balcony.

Liang Chao hesitated for a while, then handed him a cigarette, "What's going on? Did you quarrel?"

"Why am I arguing with him?" Cong Lie bit his cigarette and turned slightly towards Liang Chao.

Liang Chao had no choice but to light the fire for him, "You don't know how to smoke, this choking is very uncomfortable."

Cong Lie was also mentally prepared, but his mouth and trachea seemed to be completely familiar with the process of smoking, and the smoke diffused skillfully into his mouth, nose and chest cavity.

bitter.

The smoke has a strong bitter taste, but it brings peace when it is immersed in the lungs.

This familiarity reminded Cong Lie of some scenes that he seemed to have seen somewhere.

He wasn't sure.

Very strong sunset.

He sat cross-legged on the balcony floor.

In front of him were crushed empty wine cans and cigarette butts all over the floor.

He inhaled the smoke tirelessly into his lungs, and then breathed it out reluctantly.

It's as if you are angry with someone, and you want to persuade him not to smoke after the person admits defeat.

The man must have been a little bit annoyed, but he couldn't bear to get angry and asked him: "You don't want your voice? Singing is not the most important thing for you anymore?"

"You are" seems to be blurted out.

Cong Lie didn't understand.

I obviously don't drink alcohol on non-essential occasions, and I haven't touched a cigarette before today.

In my mind is the side face that has gathered concentration just now.

Cong Lie took another deep puff of the cigarette, suppressing the unexplained agitation in his heart.

"Brother, it's almost done." Liang Chao couldn't hold back a word of persuasion.

He didn't know when Cong Lie learned to smoke, and he still smoked so fiercely.

The lighting of the studio is orange, reflecting the slender figures of Yunji.

The light of the setting sun is also orange, but it is dazzlingly bright.

Cong Lie looked straight into the red sun that was slowly pressing into the horizon, letting countless tiny black spots appear in his painful vision.

"Brother Lie?" Liang Chao's voice was extremely cautious, "Is your eyes uncomfortable?"

Startled, Cong Lie blinked violently.

Where is the sunset, it is clearly a sunny morning in spring.

He wiped his face violently, and even wet his hand.

He shook his hands half in distaste and half in confusion, "Why are you daydreaming about him?"

"Another one?" Liang Chao spoke like dismantling a bomb, not daring to breathe.

Cong Lie took out his mobile phone and let out a casual "hmm".

After taking Liang Chao's cigarette, he opened his mailbox and clicked on the "sent" list.

Inside is a neat string of "unread by the other party", and the recipient is the same encrypted mailbox that can only be contacted by reply.

Even just lying quietly in the recipient column, the name "Mr. C" is enough to make Cong Lie feel calm.

When Liang Chao brought the fire over, Cong Lie waved his hand slightly, "Forget it."

The balcony door opened and closed, bringing out a scent of ebony and amber.

The smell is not domineering, but in the softness, it faintly reveals the calmness and arrogance of the superior.

"Cong Lie, are you smoking?" Yunji's voice was soft and slow, he said he was concerned but seemed to be asking casually, and he said he was condemning but his tone was too flat.

"Smoking is fine, but try not to affect your work status." Yunji was still wearing glasses, and looked at Cong Lie without any selfishness. "And if it is caught on camera, it will not affect you well."

Cong Lie looked at him for a long time, as if he must distinguish some other meaning from his calm eyes.

"Liang Chao, give me the fire." Cong Lie looked at Yunji provocatively, and put the cigarette in his mouth.

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The author has something to say:

I received the liquid from the quilts! !many! !But for breaking the chapter, this two-in-one is a little short, and I will make up for you in the next two days~

Then I studied the essay for a whole day today, and found that if I worked harder these days, I might be able to update five chapters on the day I entered V——

Is Zhengqi peach worth the liquid reward

There are a lot of babbles today, the list of thanks will be posted together tomorrow~