upper [entertainment circle]

Terminal pick-up gate.

There were people coming and going around, and a tall middle-aged man in a polo shirt hurried over.

He held the phone by his ear with one hand, raised his other hand, and looked down at the time.

On the phone, a friend who is a program producer on a video platform is still nagging: "Old Wei, there are many young children in your place. No matter what happens this time, I will tell you, you must help me."

Wei Guangkuo maintained the posture of answering the phone, stood still, panted, looked up at the pick-up port, and said, "Okay, let me see if there is a suitable one in the school, and if there is a suitable one, I will call you."

Friend: "It needs to be good-looking. It doesn't matter whether you have signed with a company, debuted or not, whether you are an amateur or not, as long as it is good-looking. Recently, these entertainment companies have gone too far. They only participated in other drafts in the past two months, and they will soon return to the show." Arrange to continue to be in the draft, just a few faces, I am a viewer and I will get tired of watching it."

Wei Guangkuo kept his eyes on the aisle at the airport, and replied without saying much after hearing the words, "I see."

Friend: "What are you doing, panting, and absent-minded."

Wei Guangkuo: "Let's not talk about it, I will pick you up at the airport."

Friend: "That's fine, you're busy, I'll contact you later, don't forget about my business."

Wei Guangkuo: "No."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Guangkuo was still staring at the aisle of the pick-up gate without blinking, the surroundings were bustling with people's voices.

Suddenly, a group of people pushed their suitcases out of the passageway.

Wei Guangkuo immediately fixed his eyes and searched carefully.

Intertwining figures, the sound of rolling wheels, and the sound of talking, Wei Guangkuo stared until his eyeballs popped out, and he didn't see anyone, so he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: You brat, why didn't you come out? Are you wearing it?

Just as he was thinking, a figure came out from the passage.

It was a tall young man, wearing a white T, black trousers, carrying a bag on one shoulder, the simplest attire, clean.

He was looking down at his mobile phone, his eyes were lowered, and he was pushing a luggage cart in front of him, with two large boxes on it.

Walking out of the passageway, the young man raised his eyes, met Wei Guangkuo with a glance, immediately showed a bright smile, raised his hand and waved: "Uncle!"

An ordinary greeting, but it attracted the eyes of the people around the boy and the waiting area at the airport, and there was even a gasp and a few exclamations.

These few exclamations were near Wei Guangkuo, and when he heard them, he raised his brows, raised his chin, and greeted his eldest nephew with a proud face that was unique to him.

As soon as the uncle and nephew met, Jiang Zhan came out from behind the cart, raised his arms, and gave Wei Guangkuo a hug that only a family member could have: "Uncle."

Wei Guangkuo's nose was sour: "You brat."

Jiang Zhan smiled: "Miss me?"

Wei Guangkuo: "Think of a fart."

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, at least one and a half hours from the airport to the city.

When the car got on the elevated road, Wei Guangkuo said while driving, "You really can't live there?"

Jiang Zhan sat in the co-pilot, turned his head, and the shadows of trees not far from the elevated pass quickly passed by his eyes.

Jiang Zhan yawned, and said in a casual tone, "Yes, I don't live with older bachelors."

Wei Guangkuo was overjoyed, and said ferociously, "Okay, it's up to you."

After the murder was over, Wei Guangkuo began to nag: "I cleaned the house for you, and bought some daily necessities for you. You go back today, go to bed early, and get up before nine o'clock tomorrow. Young people, don't always think about sleeping late, sleep again Sleep until noon, don't eat breakfast."

Jiang Zhan: "Got it."

Wei Guangkuo: "Tomorrow weekend, I have no classes and I'm fine. Come over and have lunch together."

Jiang Zhan: "Well, good."

Wei Guangkuo: "Are you drinking?"

Jiang Zhan was happy, and turned his head: "Drink, you let me drink now?"

Wei Guangkuo snorted: "You're not seventeen or eighteen years old, you're already 25. What can't you drink? I just happen to have a bottle of Dream Blue over there. I'll open it tomorrow. I'll welcome you home."

Jiang Zhan smiled and nodded: "That's interesting."

Wei Guangkuo snorted softly, glanced away from the corner of his eye, but his heart was full of mixed feelings.

His nephew, whom he watched growing up, has liked him since he was a child. There is no way, he looks good, has a good personality, is cheerful and outgoing, and can talk. No one doesn't like this kind of child.

pity……

Bad life.

The Jiang family has been rich for many years, but when they encountered a crisis in the industry, Jiang Zhan's father made a wrong decision, lost everything, and the company went bankrupt.

How old was Jiang Zhan at that time?

In my impression, I have already entered the university.

If nothing had changed, with Jiang's family's conditions, Jiang Zhan would be a well-off rich second generation, and he would go to a famous domestic school. In the future, he would study abroad and return home after graduation to take over the family business. There would be no problem at all.

But Jiang's family fell overnight, Jiang Zhan's father died in an accident in the same year, Jiang Zhan's mother was diagnosed with cancer when he was in his junior year, and died of illness in Vancouver a year ago...

Ugh.

Thinking of these things, Wei Guangkuo could only sigh and lament in his heart.

Fortunately, everything is over.

will get better.

Wei Guangkuo is very confident in this nephew. Jiang Zhan has such a good personality and good personal conditions. He has survived those few years, and the road ahead will only become smoother and smoother.

Jiang Zhan lives in the Meiwan community. The old house in his family has never been property rights. When Jiang's family went bankrupt, it was not used to pay off the debt.

Because it's an old house, I haven't lived in it much, so naturally there aren't many memories of home in the house.

Jiang Zhan didn't care too much. After so many years, he has survived the most difficult times. His mother no longer has to endure the torment of illness. She left peacefully a year ago without any more regrets.

Returning home is a new beginning.

Jiang Zhan just wanted to look forward, not look back.

As for what to do in the future, whether to find a job, Jiang Zhan didn't think much about it.

He is not short of money for the time being, and he also has lucrative jobs in his hands. Life is no longer hectic. After returning to China, there is no need to tighten it up too much. Let's take a step first.

Instead, Wei Guangkuo said, "If you want to work and there is no suitable one for the time being, I can arrange for you to come to our school as a counselor."

Jiang Zhan: "Farewell, I've spent enough time in school in my life."

Wei Guangkuo: "..." Brat.

Jiang Zhan was not in a hurry, and Wei Guangkuo couldn't help it. He could see that this nephew was not in a hurry, he was not in a hurry, he was sloppy, and his life was well organized.

Go to bed early and get up early, run for fitness, watch movies, go shopping and play ball, every day has arrangements.

So Wei Guangkuo didn't care about it and just let him go.

Little did he know, his nephew hadn't been idle since the night he returned to China.

Wang Paopao can fly a big plane: Tushen! !Are you there?

p picture: ?

Wang Paopao knows how to fly big planes: Ms. Frontline Station has an airport map again. Is it still the old price?

p picture: Well, the old price.

Wang Paopao knows how to fly a large plane: I have sent you the pictures, please collect them in your mailbox. I am in a hurry and need them at night. Can you catch them?

Sitting in front of his notebook, Jiang Zhan saw Wang Paopao's message, but didn't reply for a while, so he clicked on the attachment in the mailbox.

That's right, Jiang Zhan is a p-tutor, and people in the circle call him Tushen——

There are no pictures that he can't post, and there are no scumbag pixels that he can't handle.

No matter what the star being photographed looks like in the photo, as long as he p, he will always have a god-level appearance and a god-level style.

There is even a saying in the fan circle: Every time I see a sub-picture with a beautiful painting style, I can't help but wonder if it is the work of God P.

There is another saying: the picture of God P?Are you kidding me, is your website rich, can you afford God P?Do you know how expensive he is?

So much so that he has been abroad in the past few years, and he obviously doesn't watch TV dramas, let alone pay attention to celebrities, but the new developments in the entertainment industry are basically clear.

There is no way, the people in the p-picture and the fans are only one network cable away.

Before Jiang Zhan returned to China, he didn't surf the Internet for a while, and didn't take any jobs. After returning to China, he turned on his computer and had a bunch of orders.

Now that Wang Paopao sent the picture, he habitually looked at the original picture first.

After decompressing the photo, Jiang Zhan picked up the water glass at hand.

The enlarged original image stood still in the center of the screen, and Jiang Zhan raised his eyes.

The familiar face in the center of the photo suddenly appeared in front of my eyes without any warning——

Jiang Zhan paused while holding the water glass, and stared at the screen motionlessly.

A few seconds later, he put down the water glass, turned off the photo, and clicked on the dialog with Wang Bubbles.

p picture: I take back what I just said.

Wang Paopao wants to fly a big plane:? ? ?Clam?

p picture: not the old price, ten times.

Wang Paopao wants to fly a big plane: big big big big brother, why did you suddenly increase the price?

p picture: no rise.

Wang Paopao wants to fly a big plane:?

P picture: The films of other artists are still at the old price.

Wang Paopao wants to fly a big plane: I understand.You mean, other artists are at the original price, except Yao Yufei.

p picture: Yes.

Wang Paopao wants to fly a big plane: why.

p picture: Ugly rejection.

Wang Paopao wants to fly a big plane: ...

The id of Wang Paopao used to be the website sister of a certain star, because he was rich and free, so he often looked for Jiang Zhan's P pictures.After the star was exposed to cheating and domestic violence, Wang Paopao became a fan, but he didn't quit, and started to take charge of Jiang Zhan's list.

What pictures to post, what orders to accept, and how to settle the money are all discussed by Wang Paopao, and Jiang Zhan is in charge of the pictures.

At this moment Jiang Zhan threw out the word "ugly refusal", Wang Paopao almost didn't react.

ugly?

Is Yao Yufei still ugly?

He's the most handsome in the talent show this year, isn't he!

But Wang Paopao didn't argue with Jiang Zhan, and it was ten times the price, and he refused ugly, probably because he didn't want to take the order.

If you don't want to pick it up, you don't want to pick it up, and I didn't force you.

Wang Paopao came back with an emoticon of nodding to express his understanding, and stepped back to reply to the customer.

Wang Paopao wanted to fly a big plane: Dear, I'm sorry dear, God P has too many orders, and I don't have much time recently, so I can't take this order, I'm really sorry.

"Oh." Lan Yinhui snorted coldly and put down the phone.

He thought to himself that he had a brain twitch too. Most of the companies, photographers, and circles of friends knew how to post and understand p pictures. He had a brain twitch and took a trumpet to find someone with money?

On second thought, can this be his fault?

It's not that Yao Yufei is asking too much.

When the original film came out, he was dissatisfied here and there, and it was obvious that the photos that everyone thought were good after the photo was finished, but in his hands, he insisted on typing it back and re-posting it.

He tried p again, but he was still dissatisfied, and even said that he didn't get the temperament he wanted.

If you ask him about his temperament, you can take pictures of other celebrities as an example, but he himself can't explain why.

There are so many pressing things, Lan Yinhui gets angry when he thinks about it.

Walking out of breath to the dance practice room.

When I got to the practice room, I didn't see anyone practicing dancing.

Yao Yufei just got off the plane and went back to the company. Maybe he was tired. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his back arched, holding his mobile phone in his hand, his eyes staring at the screen for a moment without moving, as if he was in a trance.

Lan Yinhui deliberately walked over with light steps, wanting to see what he was looking at. After approaching, he bent down and lowered his eyes, fixed his eyes on the screen, and was stunned for a while.

Yao Yufei was fascinated by it. Is it a picture of a man?

"Who is this!?"

Yao Yufei was taken aback, and she didn't know why she was guilty, her palm-sized face turned pale, and when she raised her head, Lan Yinhui grabbed the phone.

Lan Yinhui straightened up, held the phone, and looked down again, only to realize that the photo was enlarged.

The angle of view of the original picture is a bit far away, but the picture is fairly clear. In the picture, there is a man in white T, pushing a luggage cart, carrying a shoulder bag, with clear eyes, bright expression, and handsome appearance.

Lan Yinhui raised his eyebrows, raised his mobile phone, and asked Yao Yufei in a questioning tone: "Who, have you seen the gods?"

Yao Yufei frowned, and raised his hand to grab the phone: "No one, give it back to me."

Lan Yinhui avoided his hand, with an inquiring expression: "Someone I knew before? Classmate? Friend?"

Yao Yufei didn't answer, ready to grab it.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Lan Yinhui was startled when he thought of something, and surprise flashed in his eyes: "Could it be the ex-boyfriend you broke up with?"

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Subject: Jiang Zhan

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