Boyfriend For Hire

Feng Xiang's illegitimate fan...Since she sprinkled renminbi in the video studio when she debuted, Yang Xiao secretly gave her a nickname in her heart, called Miss Qian Zabi.

Ms. Qian is a rich girl in her 20s. She has been spoiled by her family since she was a child, thinking that everything in this world can be bought with money.

Some people think that "appearance is justice", but she thinks that "rich is justice".

She made a big mess in the studio this time, lost her face, was taken home by her parents and banned her pocket money for three months.

Without money, how can she chase stars? How to buy VIP tickets for the first row on the basketball court?

Because of this, when Yang Xiao offered to refund the scalper ticket money, she hesitated for a while, and passed the other party's friend application.

Ms. Qian still has three points of common sense. She didn't ask the teacher to question her as soon as she came up. Instead, she asked Yang Xiao to send her work permit to prove her identity.

Yang Xiao took a photo in the office with a business card in hand. The name on the business card was clearly arranged, and the TV station could be seen in the background.

Seeing that she was indeed "Yang Xiao", Miss Qian immediately sent a series of voice messages to inquire about her crime.

"When will you refund the money?" Miss Qian was angrily.

Yang Xiao didn't speak, because she really couldn't learn Miao Mengchu's babble, so if she spoke directly, she would definitely help.

LOL: If you refund the money, it will definitely be refunded.

LOL: It's just that, I can only refund you half.

Yang Xiao said this deliberately. She had worked as a reporter and knew the psychology of such a person, and she had to provoke her to get the news she wanted to know.

Sure enough, Miss Qian took the bait: "A liar!! You must refund me all eight thousand dollars!!"

...Eight thousand? !

Yang Xiao was shocked. Miao Mengchu is really the lion's big mouth. You must know that the most popular variety show on Satellite TV is usually around two to three thousand tickets. If a well-known artist appears on the scene, the scalper's asking price is only four to five thousand! How can their small late-night show on weekdays be worth the admission fee of 8,000 yuan?

Is this Miss Qian too stupid or Miao Mengchu too greedy?

LOL: I didn't lie to you?

LOL: I promised to bring you in, and I did.

LOL: You yelled yourself in the venue, which caused the show to be suspended.

LOL: I think you are pitiful, so I promised to give you half back.

Ms. Qian’s voice came again: "If I only want to enter the venue, why don’t I find another scalper? You said that you are a staff member of the program group. Not only can you bring me in, but you can also guarantee me I have given you so much money by taking pictures with my brother and interacting!"

Yang Xiao: "..."

She really admired Miao Mengchu's courage! How dare she promise such a thing? Indeed, after the recording of the program, the guests will shake hands and take a group photo with the staff of the program group. If you encounter a more famous celebrity, the staff will quietly bring relatives and friends over to take a group photo.

Regarding the matter of taking photos together, although Taiwan regulations do not allow them, everyone keeps one eye open. After all, the star chasers are generally very young, and they are "the cousin of so and so", "the niece of so and so," and celebrities. I won't shake my face just because of a group photo.

Unexpectedly, Miao Mengchu took advantage of this loophole, and for the sake of eight thousand yuan, even the face was lost!

Although Yang Xiao grasped the news, she was not sure to move to Miao Mengchu in one fell swoop based on the other side's words. She must get a more powerful "real hammer".

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Xiao knocked and beat, and dropped a straight hook.

LOL: I promised you? When did I promise you?

LOL: Haha, do you have evidence to prove that I said this?

Three minutes later, Yang Xiao received a video.

She never expected that things would go so smoothly! !

The video sent by Miss Qian was recorded outside the TV station.

The camera shakes, and Miss Qian's big face appears in front of the screen. Looking at her movements, she turned out to be using the front camera of the phone as a mirror, drawing her eyebrows and carefully touching up her makeup.

An impatient female voice sounded in a corner that the camera couldn't reach.

"Are you alright?" Even though the voice was deliberately lowered, it still couldn't conceal the ridiculous temperament. "When you pass the gates for a while, you and I will be closer. The security guard changes at noon and no one is watching. "

"I haven't painted lipstick yet." Miss Qian murmured, "I'm going to see my husband! I wonder if he likes red bean paste or plum color?"

"Don't drag me." The female voice outside the camera urged, "After you go in, go to the bathroom and stay. You can paint as long as you want. When the group performance comes, you follow them and enter the studio. That's it."

"When do you take a group photo?" Miss Qian frowned.

"Don't worry, my sister is definitely not a liar. After the recording, I will arrange for you to take a photo with him!" After saying this, the woman outside the camera stretched out a hand and patted Miss Qian on the shoulder-and that one On the ring finger of the hand, there is a particularly conspicuous drop-shaped pink diamond ring! !

Yang Xiao immediately jumped to Miao Mengchu's WeChat circle of friends, and as expected, on the background picture of her circle of friends, she saw exactly the same diamond ring! !

——Finally caught it! !

...

"Feng Xiang, in view of the turmoil outside, the team decided that you will not accept any commercial activities in the next two months and prepare for the game with peace of mind." In the dormitory of the CBA Hwaseong team, the coach looked at the forward pillar of the team. The order was issued.

"..." Feng Xiang was silent. He was mentally prepared for the above decision, so there was no difference between "accepting" or "not accepting".

Since he entered the Hwaseong team, he has been a topical figure in the team. At first, the media laughed at him for sitting on a cold bench, and the fists and legs that he learned in school were useless; when he started to show up in the CBA arena, fans immediately put him on the altar, saying that he is a rare talent in ten years; in the team The green light has been given to him all the time, other team members are not allowed to participate in commercial activities, are not allowed to have private agents, and are not allowed to have endorsements, but these rules have no binding force on him.

Only this time...Feng Xiang was put on a hot search because of his illegitimate fan making a fuss in the studio, and it got more and more intense, and there was no momentum at all.

In this matter, Feng Xiang is the "victim" and the most innocent. But who made him romantic and passionate, female fans rushed to him, causing many people to look at him like a thorn in the eye.

On the one hand, the team leader wanted to keep the cash cow before the storm ceased, and on the other hand, he wanted to use this to kill his scorn, so he decided to ban Feng Xiang from participating in commercial activities.

The coach asked him: "Do you have any objections?"

"No." The half of his broken eyebrows raised high. "I respect the opinions of the club leaders."

This is the end of the matter.

He said that he had no objection, and the coach regarded him as having no objection. Two adults pretending to be deaf and dumb, maintaining the last decent here.

"That's right," said the coach. "Just now the guard at the gate said that someone has reported your name and is looking for you."

"Look for me?" Feng Xiang said indifferently, "Fans, just stop it."

"No, it's a young boy, the security guard said, he can play basketball at a glance."

Feng Xiang's heart moved.

The coach continued: "I didn't remember his name, but he said he was the junior of your Huada basketball team."

Feng Xiang blurted out: "Is it called Meng Yufan?"

"Yes, yes, it seems to be the name. Do you really know?!"

"I know." Feng Xiang put on his coat and walked out, "I guessed it, what is he looking for me."

...

Meng Yufan waited outside the dormitory area, with his hands in the pockets of the down jackets.

The Hwaseong Men’s Basketball Club bought an entire dormitory building two kilometers away from the home stadium. Every morning, the men’s basketball players line up to the home training ground chanting slogans, which has become a very famous sight in the local area. Some fans will even deliberately wait on this commute to and from get off work, presenting gifts to idols, or simply chatting and cheering.

When Meng Yufan arrived, three or five fans gathered at the door. There were men and women with New Year's goods in their hands. They were talking to the uncle security guard, hoping that he could accompany him and deliver these festive gifts to the players.

Because Meng Yufan's height and physique looked like a basketball player, the fans looked at him more.

"Brother, are you from the youth team?" a male fan asked curiously.

Meng Yufan shook his head and explained: "No, I am from the Huada basketball team."

"...Oh, CUBA." The male fan smiled, with a dismissive tone of contempt when he said the four letters.

For CBA audiences, CUBA is simply a play for children, and it is not worthy of them to take a high look.

Even if that person's attitude was so frivolous, Meng Yufan was not angry.

He has serious things to do here today, there is no need to conflict with this group of laymen. After all, true respect does not come by slaps, but needs to be won by strength.

Meng Yufan knows that CUBA players are far away from real CBA players. Among the current CBA players, less than one percent are from CUBA, and the remaining 99 percent are clubs. A youth team reservist trained by himself after digging from a sports school. But Meng Yufan didn't think that he was born short of those people.

When Meng Yufan was silent, the door outside the dormitory was suddenly pushed open.

A shadow over two meters tall appeared there, and the fans waiting here immediately opened their eyes, wanting to see if the player they supported was-"It's Feng Xiang!" "It's Team Feng!"

Feng Xiang nodded hastily at them, then raised his hand and waved in the direction of Meng Yufan.

"Meng Yufan, come here." The weather was very cold. When Feng Xiang spoke, the heat formed a small mist in the air, "I will take you into the dormitory area for a stroll."

In an instant, countless envious eyes were cast on Meng Yufan's body. The boy straightened his back and threw all those eyes to the ground.

After the two registered in the security room, Feng Xiang took Meng Yufan to the open space behind the dormitory building.

There is a small playground downstairs in their dormitory. It is not big enough to fill a standard basketball court.

It was freezing cold, and no one was seen on the basketball court, making it the best place to talk.

Feng Xiang asked straightforwardly: "Junior Brother Meng, why did you suddenly think of looking for me?"

Meng Yufan also replied straightforwardly: "How are you going to respond to the online disturbance?"

Feng Xiang smiled, that kind of indifferent smile with a trace of boredom. "I don't care about this kind of thing, my agent will handle it."

He thought for a while and said: "He talked to me on the phone before and said that he would post a statement on my Weibo at 7 o'clock this evening, and seriously warn those illegitimate fans not to harass me anymore, and will do so whenever necessary. Recourse to the law...oh, to be honest, if the'serious warning' is useful, the scalpers who sell private itineraries will not exist."

Feng Xiang's answer did not satisfy the boy.

Meng Yufan asked: "Is there only these in the statement?"

Feng Xiang: "Then what else do you want to have?"

"...Where are the program crew and all the staff involved in being abused and attacked by netizens?" Meng Yufan curled his eyebrows and looked at the man on the opposite side. "

Feng Xiang finally understood Meng Yufan's suggestion.

"Little Junior Brother, it turns out that this is the reason you are looking for me——" Feng Xiang amusedly scratched his chin and put on the stubble, "Let me guess if it was because the illegitimate fan made a noise in the studio and affected the shooting mission. As a result, Caused your girlfriend to be punished by the station? You wish I could give Yang Xiao a few words in the announcement, right?"

He had eaten more than Meng Yu for several years, and his thoughts were so careful that he hit the core at once.

The boy looked at the senior, his eyes sharp.

"Yes, the purpose of my coming here is to hope-no, I beg you to stand up and say something fair to Yang Xiao." The boy said every word and every sentence very stably, presumably, he Before exporting, he had been typed countless times. "She is the director of the program. She conceived the entire plan alone. She coordinated in such a short period of time to make the project move forward quickly. Now, there is an error in the recording of the program, and the station must hold her accountable. Feng Brother, I beg you, you can tell me a few words of justice for her because of her hard work."

Although Meng Yufan said the request, he did not deliberately put his position in the dust. He has a straight body and bright eyes. This is not like a "request", but like a "negotiation."

He dropped on his left wrist on the side of his body, wearing a small bracelet made of three colored ropes. The bracelet was very thin, not obvious on the boy's wrist, but it unexpectedly attracted Feng Xiang's gaze.

Feng Xiang averted his gaze and finally said, "...Junior Brother, you really don't seem to be asking for someone like this."

Meng Yufan asked: "Then what is the attitude of asking for help?"

"You don't need to beg me." Feng Xiang suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the basket next to him, "Let's play a game with me. Just the two of us, right here. I'll give you half an hour, I just can't prevent it. Attack, as long as you can score five goals, I will agree to your request."

...

At six o'clock in the evening, the meeting room on the eighth floor of Hwaseong TV Station.

This is a medium-sized conference room large enough to accommodate thirty people. By the long table in the conference room, the staff of the "Midnight Heart Road" program group and the staff of the photography group, director group, technical group, logistics group, etc., are all gathered in this.

The employees of other groups are not under the jurisdiction of the "Midnight Heart Road" program group, and they are just the most common partnership. They have to serve two or three programs a day. How unlucky to think that an accident happened on the first day of the new year !

The leading broadcaster and the photographer next to him whispered the introduction; the technical team leader seemed calm, but was actually refreshing the computer desktop extra mechanically; the logistics team was worried, their salary was not high, and they were worried about being caught.

As the meeting time got closer, slowly, the whole meeting room gradually became quiet, and everyone's eyes were cast on the tall and thin back at the long table.

Yang Xiao was still wearing the women's suit yesterday, with a pair of long legs hidden in wide-leg trousers overlapped. She lowered her head and couldn't see her expression. Both hands were leaping quickly on the keyboard of the notebook.

Liu Yueyue leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Sister Yang, you haven't changed your clothes... won't you stay in the station all night, right?"

"Yeah." Yang Xiao looked at his watch, "I haven't slept for nearly forty hours. There are too many things to go home."

"Is there anything I can help?" Liu Yueyue asked impatiently.

"I really need your help." Yang Xiao closed the computer calmly and turned to look at her, "Promise me, when the meeting is over, don't forget to applaud."

"……what?"

Without waiting for Liu Yueyue to ask the meaning of this sentence, the door of the meeting room opened again.

The three leaders and a secretary in the channel walked in with a calm face, and behind them were Huang Laoxie, who nodded and bowed his waist, and Miao Mengchu, who was holding a tray of tea.

Seeing their flattering appearance, Liu Yueyue muttered: "It's really like two pugs."

"You are not allowed to say that." Yang Xiao stopped Liu Yueyue's words softly, "How can they compare with dogs? Dogs are good friends of mankind."

"..."

Liu Yueyue hurriedly covered her mouth, for fear that she would laugh out loud.

The three leaders were seated in the chief seat of the conference table, and Huang Laoxie sat one below them. According to the order of the program crew, it should be Yang Xiao after Huang Laoxie, and the cheeky Miao Mengchu had to move a chair and inserted it beside Huang Laoxie.

Yang Xiao followed her.

The meeting officially started.

This accident happened during the New Year, and it caught up with the peak of network traffic. The peak was once reached, and the amount of network discussion remained high. The chief leaders of the channel also had no intention of celebrating the festival. They hurried to conduct an internal self-examination before continuing to report to the station.

The channel director’s face was green, and he asked the secretary to read the public opinion records of the past two days. From online feedback to radio complaints, the more the secretary reads, the more ugly the channel director’s face becomes.

If it was said that his face seemed to be constipated for three days at the beginning, after he listened to the public opinion report, it had become seven days.

"Okay, don't read it." The channel director raised his hand to interrupt the secretary's report, and cast his gaze at Yang Xiao. "You are Yang Xiao? The responsible director of "Midnight Road"?"

Yang Xiao got up immediately: "Yes, I am the director of this program and the actual executor."

The director is over fifty years old. He has spent almost half of his life climbing up to the position of channel director step by step: "I ask you, how many years have you been in this program group on our channel?"

"It's been three years. I used to be on the news channel, and then I transferred to the "Midnight Heart Road" column group. It was Angkor who dug me up."

"Three years!" the director coldly snorted, "What is the status of Hwaseong TV in the domestic TV broadcasting media, don't I need to say? Now the program group has caused such ugly incidents during recording. Almost all social platforms are I was captured by netizens, tell me, how are you going to be responsible?"

"Director, this is the reason why I applied for a face-to-face report today." Under the heavy pressure of the general surveillance line, Yang Xiao stood tall, and he was not ashamed of it. Just listen to her replied bluntly, "After my investigation, someone is indeed responsible for this recording accident-but it is not me, but ignoring Taiwan regulations, embezzling eight thousand yuan, and bringing the illegitimate powder into the station. Miao Mengchu, and the yellow producer who sheltered her!"

Now that the face was torn, she would tear it apart.