Officially unannounced [entertainment circle]

The elevator slowly jumped up one floor.

But no one came out of the elevator, and it quickly continued to go up slowly.

You Yi's whole body was stiff, allowing Wen Cheng to put most of his weight on his shoulders - the man who was so close to him was as light as a piece of paper, You Yi didn't even dare to breathe hard, for fear of his own strength A small gesture blew this man away.

The elevator of Yinhe Films is very stable, in fact, there is no particularly obvious sense of weightlessness, but Youyi can clearly feel that Wen Cheng's body trembles unconsciously and his breathing becomes more and more rapid as he goes up from layer to layer.The scorching heat hits Youyi's neck from time to time, dyeing that small section of the overly fair neck a tinge of red.

"Drip—the 28th floor is here."

I don't know how long it took before I finally heard the familiar mechanical female voice.

When the elevator came to a complete stop, You Yi hesitated and put his hand on Wen Cheng's back, as if he was afraid of scaring anyone, he said softly and cautiously: "Wen Cheng?"

...The back is also very thin, and the hard bones can be felt with the palm of your hand.

You Yi was thinking in his heart, the weight on his shoulders suddenly lightened.

The breath belonging to the other person went away a little bit, as if a gust of cold wind came from nowhere, which made You Yi shiver.Only then did he realize that in less than a minute just now, he was inexplicably sweating.

Wen Cheng took a step back slightly, with a pale and morbid expression that had not fully recovered, he stretched out his hand to lift the handle of the thermos in You Yi's arms, and forced the corners of his mouth upwards, with a hoarse voice: "Go and get busy." .”

You Yi looked at his face, complex emotions were piling up in his chest, full and sour.But when he opened his mouth, he still only said one word: "...OK."

"Go directly to the thirteenth floor." Li Bao, who had never said anything, glanced at Youyi, and said helplessly, "The artist management department is in District F."

Wen Cheng had strode out of the elevator room, and disappeared from Youyi's sight within a few steps.

Only then did he look away, and reluctantly nodded to Li Bao: "Okay, thank you Brother Li Bao."

"Well," Li Bao glanced sideways at Wen Cheng who was still not far away, then looked at the beautiful young man in front of him who did not hide his worries, and said a few more words, "Wen Cheng, you don't have to If you are too worried, I will take care of you...you can come to me if you encounter any difficulties in the company in the future."

"……Oh."

You Yi didn't know what regret or dissatisfaction she felt when she heard Li Bao's words.His finger that was supposed to be on the thirteenth floor paused on the floor, but still pressed on the basement floor.

After the elevator door slowly closed, Li Bao looked worriedly at Wen Cheng who was not far from the elevator.Wen Cheng held the thermos tightly with one hand, while the other hand leaned his elbow against the cold wall, his head drooped slightly, and he was forcibly suppressing his rapid panting.Even because of the psychological suffocation, the corners of his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

Before Li Bao wanted to say something, Wen Cheng said softly, "I'm fine."

He knew before that since he decided to take this step again, he had to overcome his psychological fear.

Fear of heights, fans, performances, being in the public eye, etc.

I don't know how long I waited, it seemed that after the most difficult stage, Wen Cheng's breathing finally calmed down slowly.He straightened his back slowly, turned his head to Lin Jingke who was standing at the door of the office at some time, and raised one corner of his lips: "Brother."

Lin Jingke secretly heaved a sigh of relief after witnessing all this, he raised his hand and pushed open the office door.This workaholic, who has no expression most of the time, now has a rare smile in his eyes: "Come in."

There are still guests in Lin Jingke's office.

It's a regular customer.

The middle-aged woman covered in jewels was pushed away seven or eight times by Lin Jingke, and she sat on the sofa waiting for guests with a very ugly expression.Seeing Wen Cheng come in, he snorted unabashedly: "A busy man is finally willing to take the time to meet our orphans and widows?"

The man next to her who had a similar appearance to Wen Cheng was a little embarrassed when he heard this. He stood up and asked unnaturally, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, how are you doing?"

"Not bad." Wen Cheng glanced at his outstretched hand, chuckled without responding, turned around and sat down in the room farthest from the window, "I don't know if you two came to find me in your busy schedule What do you want?"

What he said was blunt, not to mention the middle-aged woman with a bad temper, and even the standing man couldn't maintain the smile on his face.

Xu Jing stood up directly, pointed at Wen Cheng and said angrily: "Wen Cheng! I am your eldest aunt after all, you..."

"Mom!" Wen Mingyang frowned and interrupted her, "Wen Cheng is not in good health, can you stop being so aggressive?"

Wen Cheng didn't interrupt, and looked at Wen Mingyang with a half-smile that seemed to be defending his posture.He may really have been ill for a long time, and this kind of clichéd scene can make him watch it with gusto.

Seeing his own mother sitting back angrily, Wen Mingyang seemed to have completed such an important thing, turned his head and smiled and said to Wen Cheng: "Wen Cheng, we really have no other purpose in coming here today... ..."

"Oh," Wen Cheng interrupted him sincerely, "Then what's the point of your coming yesterday and the day before yesterday?"

Li Bao, who was dutifully standing at the door as an assistant, almost couldn't help laughing when he heard this, he turned his head to the side to try to make his sense of existence weaker.

Wen Mingyang's smile was only stiff for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the hypocritical smile that made Wen Cheng bored was put on again: "It's like this, next month is the company's annual shareholders' meeting. In the past few years, because of your I missed all the physical problems. This time, I think if you are in better health, you’d better go and have a look. After all, you are also one of the major shareholders of the company, and you always don’t attend the company’s meetings... The people below may have opinions .”

It's still an uninspired script.

"Brother, you have managed the company very well." Wen Cheng leaned back with a smile on his face, "My dad said that I am not suitable for business, so I just stand behind and eat some dividends. The company's major event I still have to leave the small things to my elder brother...and my cousin, I don't have much interest in these."

"That's it," Wen Mingyang glanced over Lin Jingke who was busy with his own affairs, and then looked at Wen Cheng with regret on his face, "If you have time, of course, you should visit the company. Although the company's development in [-] was not bad, it still needs your guidance on what needs to be improved."

Wen Cheng even smiled perfunctorily.

Seeing that the mother and son Xu Jing and Wen Mingyang were finally willing to leave, Wen Cheng, who didn't even say a word, was so exhausted that he sank back on the sofa, and said weakly: "I really want to know the relationship between these two people. Where did the paranoia of persecution come from?"

"I'm afraid it's not persecution paranoia," Lin Jingke said without raising his head, "greed disease."

It is true.

After getting some things that didn't belong to me originally, I was worried that these things would be taken away by the original owner, but also wanted to attribute all these things to myself.

Talking to these people is really tiring.

They never believe that what they care about is really not that important in the eyes of others.

Wen Cheng didn't bother to think about it anymore, anyway, he had made his statement today, at least he could be clean for a few months.

"Your enthusiasm a while ago may also have something to do with your brother. It may be because you are afraid that you will really go back and compete with him for the family property, and deliberately said to the outside world that you are actually planning to come back. These days, just asking me about this matter has not stopped calling me. , and also received dozens of scripts by the way." Lin Jingke also felt a little funny when he said this, "So if you want to disgust him, I will help you take away the copy from his hand..."

"I don't want it." Wen Cheng, who was opening the thermos, refused without thinking, "I don't even know how to read financial statements. Your idea is obviously disgusting me."

Hearing Wen Cheng's unmotivated and straightforward words, Lin Jingke put down his pen and looked up amusedly, only to see Wen Cheng sipping porridge with a thermos in his arms.

He rarely wondered: "Where did you get the porridge?"

"Sent by fans."

The porridge in the thermos is still hot...of course, so is the bitter medicine.

Wen Cheng pushed the bowl of dark Chinese herbal soup away in disgust, out of sight and out of mind.

"Fan?" Lin Jingke frowned, "Which fan do you have such a close relationship with?"

Li Bao can answer this question quickly!

"It's that entertainment! And it's not just cooking porridge, but eating three meals a day with Wen Cheng, I wish I could spend the whole day with Wen Cheng!"

"It's not that exaggerated." Wen Cheng was busy drinking porridge, his voice was a little vague, "He still has to go to class every day."

"Brother Lin," Li Bao glared at him from a place Wen Cheng couldn't see, and continued to complain, "I really think this entertainment scheme is illegal, and now he still wants to sign with our company..."

Lin Jingke raised his hand to interrupt him: "You said he wants to sign with our company?"

"That's right, just sign the contract today, and it's still the company we sent him here."

"Who is it signed to?" Lin Jingke asked casually, "What kind of contract?"

He retrieved the background signing information from the computer, but he hasn't seen any news about Youyi yet, so it should be that the contract hasn't been formally signed yet.

Li Bao couldn't understand what Lin Jingke meant when he asked this question: "...he doesn't have any works, so it must be the lowest type of rookie contract."

"You should contact the artist management department first, and the entertainment contract will be released first." Lin Jingke tapped the table lightly with a pen, and looked at Li Bao, who was still in a daze, "What do you think of this entertainment?"

"This man..."

"It has potential." Wen Cheng, who had finally finished the medicine with sugar in his mouth, interrupted Li Bao, who wanted to sue, "Not bad."

"I think so too." Lin Jingke looked at Li Bao and spoke more clearly, "How about letting you bring entertainment?"

"……what?"

Li Bao was dumbfounded.