Gold Medal Director [Entertainment]

It was exactly 8 minutes when Song Yu arrived, and as expected, he saw Sheng Yuan whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Although he was in the gym, Sheng Yuan had no intention of sweating at all. He was wearing a black high-definition tight-fitting casual suit, covering his good figure and slender thighs.

If Song Yu's figure can be described as a beautiful work of art, then Sheng Yuan is handsome and masculine.Compared with three years ago, Junyi's eyebrows were slightly more mature and peaceful. Unknowingly, they had grown up.

"Long time no see, Sheng Yuan."

Song Yu took the initiative to say hello, and Sheng Yuan stood beside the treadmill with one hand in his pocket, leaning on the left handle.

——He still remembers everyone's ridicule back then, saying that no matter where Sheng Yuan went, it was as if he was going to shoot the cover of a magazine, it was a living pictorial life.

Seeing Song Yu approaching, Sheng Yuan smiled, opened his arms and hugged him, "Long time no see, Song Yu."

"Did Mr. Sheng shoot a pictorial today?" Song Yu teased him with a smile, but suddenly remembered that they were no longer the relationship they used to be able to make jokes and make jokes. After three years of separation, many things have gradually changed. Now, with the years and the fork in life, it is getting farther and farther away.

"Of course, I'm a man who shoots pictorials every day, Xiaoyu, I didn't expect you to remember this."

Sheng Yuan continued without a second's pause, as if they had just made this kind of joke yesterday.

In fact, Song Yu is not the youngest among them, Song Yu is two months older than him, but Sheng Yuan looks mature, everyone's first impression is that Sheng Yuan is older, and as time goes by, Sheng Yuan started calling him Xiaoyu , he blew his hair at the first yell, but he got used to it later.

Song Yu didn't intend to reminisce about the past with Sheng Yuan, not because he didn't have good memories, but because he couldn't avoid some unspeakable points.

"How have you been in the United States for the past few years?"

"It's pretty good, it's a relaxing trip." Sheng Yuan shrugged, "I got in touch with my uncle after landing, he was surprised to see me, and then with great enthusiasm, he took me to play in New York After a circle, I helped to rent a house, and I settled there later.”

"Then you come back this time..."

"I came back for a vacation, and I will only stay for a month. I opened a music studio in the United States, but I really don't have any talent for business. Now it is still a small studio."

Sheng Yuan shared his hands with him, and made a classic American helpless reaction,

"By the way, Xiaoyu, I do have another reason for returning to China this time besides vacation."

"What reason?"

"I want to invite you to join my studio."

After Sheng Yuan finished speaking, he felt inappropriate, so he quickly explained,

"Ah, don't get me wrong, not as a subordinate, but as a friend. You don't need to take orders from anyone, including me. No one is your boss. We are the same as before."

Song Yu looked at this familiar friend. In the past three years in the United States, his brows have faded from his greenness and youthful impulsiveness. The only thing that has not faded away is his sincerity.

Sheng Yuan said it was a small studio, but he wouldn't be so stupid as to think it was a small workshop with only tens of square meters.

Sheng Yuan has his own halo. No matter where he stands, even when he has nothing, he still has a desire to make people look up to him. This is the Sheng Yuan effect.

Song Yu was a little moved, it doesn't feel bad to be missed.

"What's wrong with you, you're getting emotional as you get older?" Sheng Yuan slapped his shoulder, "I heard that men will slowly secrete estrogen after the age of 30. Are you secreting it in advance?"

Song Yu kicked him, "Get out, I'm only 25, and I'm still in my prime."

"I won't go to the studio. Now...my life is quite stable and I don't want to change it."

"Damn, you don't really become lazy as you get older, oh no, you were just as lazy before."

Sheng Yuan quickly dodged, Song Yu had kicked him for four years, and he had already gained experience for him, now dodging kicks is completely a conditioned reflex, and there is no need to think about it.

"Okay, so what are you doing now?"

"..."

For the first time, Song Yu felt the disadvantages of this job.

However, Sheng Yuan was used to being heartless, and Song Yu and Song Yu even talked without thinking, and they didn't see each other's embarrassment at all.

"Hmm..., I guess, the producer?"

Song Yu shook his head.

"Then...you changed your career to become a director? Or a screenwriter?"

Song Yu shook his head again.

"Neither? It won't be an agent, right? You can't do that again..."

"I'm—, cough, I'm helping others manage their shops." Song Yu embarrassedly said the most eloquent answer he had brainstormed in a short period of time. He sincerely hoped that Sheng Que would not ask any more questions.

"Take care of the shop, what kind of shop?" Sheng Yuan's eyes were bright, as if he would never give up until he dug up a coffin.

...Sheng Que's mind is really not for nothing.

"Ahem, love, a sex toy store."

"puff--"

Song Yu's pure white sportswear was sprayed with saliva, most of it came from Sheng Yuan, and a small part came from Jiang Qi.

Sheng Que's mind was choked for a long time due to the impact, and Song Yu, who suffered for no reason, had to pat him on the back to comfort him.

This case tells us that when you chat with a friend who is as mentally disturbed as you, please don't drink water.

Jiang Qi, who was also shocked, also opened his eyes wide. Compared with Sheng Yuan, his communication with Song Yu was mostly based on tacit understanding.

He has been in the business field for a long time, and his ability to see is very high. Every time he mentions Song Yu here, it is a bit perfunctory. Pass.

I didn't expect..., this is really not an easy job to mention.

"Song Yu, you...why did you choose to do this?" With Song Yu's ability, even if he didn't work in the entertainment industry, he wouldn't be reduced to... this kind of work.

"I like it," Song Yu glanced at the two of them indifferently, and then continued to dry the damaged clothes with a paper towel, while answering casually, his temperament was mixed with the playboy's idleness and the transparent and casual nature of seeing through the world, See through and seem invisible.

"Can you two don't look disgusted? I think this job is very good. The salary is high and the work is less. The most important thing is that the customers don't look at the face, even if they do, they won't think about it."

After all, who would associate SONGYU back then with a sex toy store manager. "

"Fart's salary is high and there are few jobs. Back then, you could hum a song casually and earn more than that. You..."

Song Yu threw the used tissue on Jiang Qi's body, stopping his next words.

"As the saying goes, money can't buy happiness."

Most men in daily life hardly wear eyeliner. Sheng Yuan looked at Song Yu's unpolished skin and those single-lidded dog eyes with slightly drooping corners.

In a trance, he seemed to see this person wearing a microphone and leading the dance again, singing a perfect high note with a look of disgust.He is so dazzling on the stage, the highest evaluation given by the media is that SONGYU was born for the stage.

He was the one who brought up the buzzword of beautiful men with eyeliner, but now the founder no longer needs to wear eyeliner.

Sheng Yuan suddenly felt a little sad. When they were young, they were all impulsive and passionate, but in the end they ended up being burned and others set themselves on fire.

If I had made different choices at that time, would there have been a different ending?

"You..., I remember you liked music quite a bit, wouldn't it be a pity to leave like this? I promise you, that studio in the United States will never have those messy things, you are just a producer, nothing else Don't worry about..."

"Sheng Yuan."

Song Yu looked directly at him. After getting along for so many years, he could see what Sheng Yuan was thinking at a glance.

"I'm really fine now, you don't have to feel pity for me, it's an insult, I don't want my friends to have such feelings for me."

"Of course I like music very much, but there are many other things that can make people like it. People... always change their hearts."

The stage at that time made me feel proud and proud, but now even if I set foot again, all I can realize is incompleteness and desolation.

Song Yu beckoned the fitness trainer to come over, hooked his neck and walked into the rest room, he would squeeze the old man's shoulders and beat his back, for fear that he would be half disabled again this time.

He vaguely heard Jiang Qi asking Sheng Yuan behind him, "How are they doing, are they all okay?"

Sheng Yuan answered him with a heartless smile, "Don't worry, everything is fine."

Du Wenzhou returned to the company early in the morning, asked the secretary to buy breakfast, and then sat in front of the computer to start working.

He personally agrees with the warning statement. If there is no personal grievance, then this represents a declaration of war in business.

In fact, just a few years ago, Tianyu was not the only company in the entertainment industry, and there were old companies like Lecheng and Jinzun.Lecheng, like Tianyu, followed a stable and fundamental route. Jinzun was established a few years later, but it has made continuous progress. The three companies have been advancing side by side for a while.

It is said that they are going hand in hand, but everyone knows that there must be open and covert fighting, after all, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

Later, accidents happened to both Le Cheng and the top artists of Jin Zun's family. Tianyu seized the opportunity to stand up in one fell swoop, and suppressed the other two to the point where they couldn't even get on the show. This is how the current situation came into being.

Accidents happen to artists by coincidence...

Du Wenzhou closed his eyes and began to recall everything that happened recently.

Cheng Fei..., and that day he accidentally bumped into a certain actor who was playing with a car shaker on the side of the road...

He didn't understand those inexplicable coincidences a few years ago. At that time, he didn't pay attention to the entertainment industry at all, but now a few years later, Du Wenzhou has a feeling that the news is not good.

Something is turning like a wheel, and after turning around, it turns back to its original point of origin...

For some reason, Du Wenzhou suddenly remembered Song Yu's last sentence, "Let the artists avoid touching things given by fans."

Especially... for drinking.

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