Our president is stupid and rich

A few minutes after the car drove out, Fang Zhiyi was still imagining whether the villa was similar to the description in the novel Sheng Changan gave him, but Sheng Changan suddenly said: "Okay, now is your off-duty time. "

Fang Zhiyi: "...???" Was it so sudden?OK, I should have gotten used to it by now.

Sheng Changan took out a small blank notebook from the storage box in front of the passenger seat: "Let me tell you about your next job."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." Fang Zhiyi nodded silently.

Sheng Changan first drew a form freehand: "You are still a newcomer, so it is not practical to enter a big movie. Some time ago, our company launched an IP incubation plan, which will make some small independent movies. I picked some It’s more appropriate for you to look back and see for yourself.”

Fang Zhiyi was at a loss for a moment—so the job you mentioned meant a literal job?

Sheng Changan continued: "After the filming of your TV series is finished, the company will also give you some variety show opportunities for you to choose."

Fang Zhiyi responded.

Sheng Changan reported an address: "Send me over there first, and I'll go change my clothes." Then he turned the page of the book: "Now let's talk about our... your job .”

Fang Zhiyi adjusted the navigation: "Say it."

"Well..." Sheng Chang'an settled for a while: "It's just... You still remember that, the description of the villa?"

"Remember." Fang Zhiyi nodded, thinking, could it be...?

Sure enough, Sheng Changan said: "Arrange the sheets and carpets in that villa according to that description. And that...that and so on. I'll send you the data sheet that I have measured before when I hard-installed it." Here you go."

Fang Zhiyi recalled the description of the novel, his expression was a little stiff.

So what exactly does Mr. Sheng mean by what he said?

After all, it really is more than one thing, it is indescribable!

Sheng Chang'an sat in the co-pilot in peace of mind and stopped talking. Fang Zhiyi didn't want to ask too many questions, so he could only think wildly about what could be what.

After Fang Zhiyi sent Sheng Changan to the place, Sheng Changan seemed to think of something after unfastening his seat belt: "Wait a minute."

Fang Zhiyi immediately turned his head to look at him—could it be that Mr. Sheng finally found out that I didn't understand what he meant! ?

Sheng Changan took out a key from his pocket and said, "This is the key to that house."

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Fang Zhiyi: "Oh."

Sheng Changan handed over the key to Fang Zhiyi, got out of the car and left.

Fang Zhiyi stared at the key for a long time, sighed and took out his mobile phone: "Hello, is this a moving company? It's like this..."

Fang Zhiyi made an appointment with the moving company for the next morning, and then drove back to the small apartment rented by himself, a poor college student.

Calculating that there are still about ten days before I join the group, I should be able to tidy up that villa—anyway, it is only a part of soft decoration, so it won't take too much time.

Fang Zhiyi spread out on his broken sofa, staring blankly at the white ceiling above his head, thinking why he was so tired since he didn't do anything today.

The phone rang again, but Fang Zhiyi was already very indifferent—it was just a money transfer message.

really.

“盛长安5月11日5时08分向您尾号2013的储蓄卡账户电子汇入收入人民币200000元，活期余额373219.65元。”

20... probably because I think I'm doing really well...?

Then there was another cold message from "the world's most cutie": "Fund for the event."

Forget it, it's useless to think too much, why don't you order a takeaway first.

Sheng Changan returned to his other residence, and when he sat on the sofa, he realized that he was still wearing the white T-shirt with childish cartoon patterns printed on it.

He walked to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and then went back to his room to change his clothes.

After changing, he looked at the clothes he had thrown on the stool beside the bed in silence for a long time before throwing them into the trash can.

For now... not yet.

It will take a while, he comforted himself in his heart, it has already improved a lot.

The next day, Fang Zhiyi got up early and went to the community.

Probably because he gave the money happily enough, the people from the moving company came very quickly and worked very efficiently, and even helped him move everything in and arrange it.

Fang Zhiyi wandered around the villa, most of the things inside were complete, and the furniture was ready-made, all he needed to do was to buy the bed sheets, quilts, pillowcases, curtains, pillows and dustproofs described in the novel cover.Carpet with flowers and small chandeliers, meaty and green radish doll bears... and the "that what" Mr. Sheng said he didn't know what he was referring to.

He called a housekeeper to clean up and drove to the mall.

These things may not seem like much, but it is very tiring to walk around.And he, a strong man with a height of almost 1.9 meters, asked the shopping guide in the mall: "Do you have... that is a very cute four-piece bed set with fluff... and pillows and so on, anyway Just show me all the cute things."

Shopping guide: "..."

Shopping guide: "Yes, which one do you want?"

Fang Zhiyi scratched his head in confusion: "It's the kind that is so cute that it can make people cry."

If the shopping guide didn't have good professionalism, his expression might collapse on the spot.

Finally, after ordering a bunch of things, he contacted the staff of the mall to send him back to the address of the villa—because there was no room in the car.

After finishing his lunch in the shopping mall, Fang Zhiyi went back to the villa and asked the housekeeping staff to arrange the pile of things he had brought.

By the time the basic layout was almost completed, it was almost dark.

He looked around, looked at the warm and lovely villa, and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like a snail girl descended to earth—wondering that when the next scene was going on, Sheng would always let himself live with him here, Or is it suddenly announced that it's time to get off work?Fang Zhiyi thought about it, and felt that it was more likely that he would leave work on the spot.

It's just... what the hell is that!

Fang Zhiyi finally realized what is called the unfathomable Sacred Heart, but the preliminary inference should not be the oversized bathtub, obviously there is no such space left in the bathroom.

It shouldn't be the mirror directly above the big bed in the bedroom... Maybe it's really a mirror?Mr. Sheng, what is your special hobby?

Fang Zhiyi walked into the bedroom with a solemn expression, looked at the room he had just arranged, and felt like crying.

This is too troublesome...or use other substitutes?He took out his mobile phone and called the staff of the mall: "Hello, do you have a larger floor-to-ceiling mirror, please send it over..."

Then he went out by himself and bought a bunch of other supplies and stuffed them everywhere.

Why would I, who would never have sex here at all, set up these things!Fang Zhiyi was thinking sadly and angrily while stuffing something into the gap of the sofa.

After finally finishing everything, Fang Zhiyi went out and drove away from this hurting and sad place.

Back in his small apartment, he took the initiative to send a text message to Sheng Changan for the first time: "Basically everything has been arranged, when do you think we will meet next time?"

It took a while for Sheng Changan to reply: "Did you join the group on May 5?"

Fang Zhiyi glanced at his schedule: "You need to join the team about three days in advance."

"Then if it's convenient for you, go to the place I asked you to send me to yesterday at 16:[-] noon on the [-]th. Let's meet. During the time in between, you can freely control it. If there is anything, we will change the time. "

"Ok."

Fang Zhiyi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, forced himself to wash up, thought that the domineering president was still working physically, and then fell asleep on the bed with his eyes closed.