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Lan Yinhui's words made Yao Yufei's face even worse, and he blurted out, "Does it have anything to do with you!"

Lan Yinhui frowned.

Yao Yufei had a boyfriend when he was a trainee, he knew it.

It was many years ago when the company was established, and the trainees who signed up were just like the bamboos in the mountains. They were good, bad, and uneven.

Among so many trainees, Yao Yufei is neither top nor bad.

Just rich.

He should be one of the trainees with the best conditions. He wears all brands of clothes and shoes, a full set of skin care products, and occasionally some luxury goods.

Compared with those young children whose pockets were so poor that the bells were ringing, Yao Yufei's life was relatively smooth.

Maybe it's just so moisturizing and jealous. It didn't take long for the company to report that Yao Yufei had a boyfriend, and his money was all given by his boyfriend.

Lan Yinhui was busy with the company's development at that time and didn't care much at all. It was only when Yao Yufei participated in the draft and suddenly became popular that he remembered this.

Breaking up is a must.

After breaking up, Lan Yinhui quickly put these little things behind him.

until now.

Lan Yinhui was a little funny, especially seeing Yao Yufei's frizzy appearance.

He shook the mobile phone in his hand and asked Yao Yufei, "It's all in the past, why are you still staring at other people's photos?"

After Yao Yufei shouted, he calmed down a bit, but his face was still bad: "I didn't stare, someone in the previous classmates posted it, I just saw it."

It's best.

Lan Yinhui didn't say anything. He threw the phone back and changed the subject: "How is your dance practice?"

Yao Yufei took the phone: "It's done."

Lan Yinhui's expression was as usual, as if nothing had happened just now: "I practiced today, and there is no announcement tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so you can take a rest."

Yao Yufei: "Okay."

After Lan Yinhui finished speaking, he left without any development on the topic of ex-boyfriend.

The dance studio returned to silence.

Yao Yufei sighed, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and sat down cross-legged again.

Swipe to unlock, and the airport photo just now is still on the phone screen.

Yao Yufei didn't lie, he didn't deliberately pull out Jiang Zhan's photo and stare at it, he did open a WeChat group at random to see it.

It was a high school alumni group, and the group was full of high school alumni of the same level as him.

Someone suddenly posted a photo in the group, and all the members asked: Is this Jiang Zhan?

A group of people exploded.

Yao Yufei saw it, clicked into the group, and naturally saw the photo.

The person who all the staff asked was right, it was Jiang Zhan, that was him.

Carrying a bag and pushing a luggage cart, it looks like you are at the airport.

The moment he saw the photo, Yao Yufei's heart jumped, and his first reaction was: Has he returned to China?

Looking at the chat records in the group at the moment, sure enough, the photo was taken at the pick-up port of the domestic airport.

The person who took the photo was also an alumnus of No. 3 Middle School. Although he was not at the same level as Jiang Zhan, he was also fascinated by the demeanor of several major schools in No. 3 Middle School. Therefore, he knew Jiang Zhan, but Jiang Zhan did not know him.

The alumni accidentally saw Jiang Zhan at the airport, secretly took this photo, posted it in an alumni group, and after spreading it, it was reposted by a classmate in the group.

At this moment, the chat page of the high school class group is still turning pages.

[Fuck, Brother Zhan has returned to China? Isn't it rumored that he has settled abroad? 】

[Yes, no, I don't know. 】

[Yes, there must be, didn’t some classmates meet him in Vancouver back then? 】

[Also, I don't know about it. 】

[Ask Song You, he used to be so familiar with Jiang Zhan. 】

【Song You】

No. 3 Middle School, Jiang Zhan, Song You...

Yao Yufei pinched the phone, looked at the screen, seemed to recall something, frowned, and exited WeChat.

The past has long since passed. Jiang Zhan can't come back, what does it have to do with him.

Anyway, they'll never see each other again.

Just the second after Yao Yufei left the group chat, a message popped up, causing the alumni group to fry again.

[Jiang Zhan has returned to China? 】

【? ? ? who are you? The note name has not changed? 】

[Bai Tianheng. 】

【! ! ! 】

[Boss Bai is actually in the group? who pulled it! ? 】

After Jiang Zhan returned to China, he even took a picture for a week, and his eyes were lost. He made fun of Wang Bubble online, saying that she was a broker who could compete with ruthless capitalists.

Wang Bubble replied to him: I am an agent of a pictorial artist, standing at the bottom of the entertainment industry. Comparing me with capitalists, our pictorial gods really flatter me too much.

He added: You can't blame me. In recent years, the stars in the entertainment industry have become popular again and again, and their popularity is faster than that of assembly line production. There are so many idols and stations, this one needs to be p, that is also p, of course there is a lot of work.

Then he said, "I heard that there will be another talent show at Goose Factory soon."

Jiang Zhan no matter what goose factory, chicken factory, bird factory, after finishing the last picture in his hand, he turned off the computer and rested.

Just lying down on the sofa in the living room, the phone vibrated.

It was Wei Guangkuo's phone number.

Jiang Zhan picked it up: "Uncle?"

Wei Guangkuo: "Are you free now?"

Jiang Zhan: "I'm fine again, of course I'm empty, what's the matter."

Wei Guangkuo: "You come to me."

Jiang Zhan: "Now?"

Wei Guangkuo: "Now."

Jiang Zhan didn't know what was going on over Wei Guangkuo's side, but he sounded like something was going on.

He took the subway to Wei Guangkuo's house, and when he entered the door, he found that there were other people on Wei Guangkuo's side.

The man looked slightly younger than Wei Guangkuo, in his early forties, with a big blue-pink back, a long Hermes scarf, gold and silver, and perfume.

Well, still very strong, the kind of strong man.

The man originally sat with Erlang's legs crossed and faced the door with an indifferent face. When Wei Guangkuo went to open the door, he didn't respond at all, but when Jiang Zhan entered the door...

The man sat up with his buttocks, and his expression changed. It was a shocked face that was three-pointed surprise, three-pointed overjoyed, and four-pointed scrutiny.

Jiang Zhan: "?"

Wei Guangkuo coughed and let Jiang Zhan enter the door, then turned his head and said to the sturdy man beside the sofa, "Sit back and calm down."

Qi Meng's heart: Can't calm down!

Qi Meng is Wei Guangkuo's friend who worked as a producer on the video platform. His original name was Qi Meng, and he called himself Qi Meng. Under the appearance of a strong man, there is a soul of a cute girl.

Qi Meng called Wei Guangkuo a few days ago. Their platform was going to create a variety show for a talent show. There was a shortage of people. They asked Wei Guangkuo to select a few suitable students in the art academy.

Wei Guangkuo helped, and the students also introduced them. The results were sent to the platform for interview, and none of them were qualified.

In Qi Meng's words, a few boys are good-looking and good-looking, but you are an art academy, how can the students admitted to be just more beautiful than ordinary ones?

Is it absolutely gorgeous? Stunning do not understand! ?

Wei Guangkuo said bluntly: I don't understand, the art college recruits students for comprehensive strength, not just for face.

Qi Meng has already licked her face to find Wei Guangkuo, and even the students of the art school are not spared. Where else can they find it.

No, at the team meeting yesterday, the big leader dumped his face on the interviewee's information and criticized him as the person in charge of the program. Qi Meng was half-dead with anger, and turned to Wei Guangkuo to cry.

Crying and trembling his strong muscles, he said, "Old Wei, just say, this time, you don't have any reservations about this recommendation, right?"

For so many years, Wei Guangkuo has a headache every time he sees Qi Meng cry like a motherfucker: "No, no, absolutely not."

Qi Meng cried and said, "Is there any top-level looks, or good-looking ones?"

Wei Guangkuo: "I've introduced all the ones I think are suitable. If you don't believe me, you can learn them by yourself..." Before he finished speaking, a face suddenly flashed in his mind, and he stopped.

Qi Meng's personal essence, immediately grasped this detail, and asked: "Yes! Is it?"

Wei Guangkuo frowned.

Qi Meng stretched out his half-legged arm and grabbed Wei Guangkuo's collar: "Old Wei!"

Wei Guangkuo hesitated.

Qi Meng grabbed his collar and started shaking: "Brother Wei!!!"

Wei Guangkuo's brain was almost shaken out, and he slapped Qi Meng's hand away quickly: "Yes, there is one."

Qi Meng opened her eyes wide and looked expectant.

Wei Guangkuo still hesitated: "But... he's not in the circle."

Qi Meng: "No problem for amateurs."

Wei Guangkuo pondered: "I'm not too young, I'm twenty-five."

Qi Meng: "What is 25!"

Wei Guangkuo: "Just returned to China."

Qi Meng: "Is this the problem?"

Wei Guangkuo: "He doesn't necessarily want to."

Qi Meng: "Would you like it or not, see it first and then talk about it!"

In this way, Jiang Zhan was called home by Wei Guangkuo.

Jiang Zhan came in and met Qi Meng, wondering if it should be called uncle or aunt, Qi Meng raised her hand and covered her forehead, lying on the back of the sofa, mumbling with her eyes closed, looking dizzy : my god, my god...

Jiang Zhan: Well, this is an uncle. He saw his Adam's apple.

Wei Guangkuo stood aside with a miserable face and motioned Jiang Zhan to sit on the sofa.

Jiang Zhan walked in and asked Wei Guangkuo with his eyes: ?

Wei Guangkuo replied with his eyes: You will know right away.

As a result, Jiang Zhan had just sat down, and the uncle of the outer fierce and inner mother sat up straight with a carp, and leaned over to face Jiang Zhan across the coffee table, with a serious face: "Introduce myself, I am a variety show producer of the video platform Goose Factory. Filmmaker, Qi Meng."

Jiang Zhan was a little surprised, variety show producer? His uncle specially called him over to see the producer?

Jiang Zhan nodded: "Hello."

Qi Meng stared at him for a moment, with a serious face: "Young man, have you ever thought about being a star?"

Jiang Zhan was stunned for a moment, but said the truth: "No."

Qi Meng: "Then let me ask you now, if there is a chance to make you a star, do you want to be?"

Jiang Zhan smiled: "I don't want to."

Qi Meng: "Being a star can make a lot of money."

Jiang Zhan said generously, "I'm not short of money."

Qi Meng: "You will still have fans who chase after you every day, screaming, calling your brother and your husband."

Jiang Zhan said frankly: "I also have no shortage of fans."

Qi Meng persevered: "Then what are you missing?"

Jiang Zhan: "I seem to..."

Qi Meng: "?"

Jiang Zhan smiled: "Nothing is missing."

Qi Meng: "…"

Qi Meng almost had a heart attack.

Looking at this world, there are still people who don't want to be a star?

Bai Fumei, who has a lot of money, is crowding into the entertainment industry, okay?

Qi Meng came with a purpose, and took another look at Wei Guangkuo's nephew. Naturally, she tried her best to bring people over.

He was in a hurry, and he had no malicious intentions. Wei Guangkuo was afraid that he would be self-defeating, so he explained the draft to Jiang Zhan for him.

After speaking, he explained: "In recent years, there have been a lot of drafts. Some companies have spent money to train trainees. They don't want to be in their hands, so they participate in the draft again and again. Face, I originally introduced the students in the school, but none of them were suitable, so I thought of you."

These Jiang Zhans all understand that the same people in his P's pictures in the past two years, who are in this group today, may arrive in another group in two months.

But the question is...

Jiang Zhan: "This is a talent show. I can't sing or dance."

Wei Guangkuo was about to speak, when Qi Meng blurted out: "But you have a face! You can make your debut while sitting at the top!"

Wei Guangkuo: "…"

Jiang Zhan: "…"

Jiang Zhan has been good-looking since he was a child, and was praised a lot. He was called a school girl when he went to school.

But the evaluation of "top appearance" and "you can make your debut while sitting" is still from a producer, which seems to look down on him too much.

But Qi Meng didn't feel that he was exaggerating, he justified himself: "You must believe in the vision of TV people and show people, a little good-looking, ordinary good-looking, very good-looking, top-level good-looking, we can all tell the difference, good-looking People also need to look at their temperament, whether there is an eye relationship, which is commonly known as audience relationship, and we can also tell the difference.”

"I've been working in Qi Meng for more than 20 years. I said that if you can become popular, you can become popular!"

The author has something to say: Bai Tianheng, an attacker with three characters