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Looking at the time and seeing that it was almost time to get off work, song Tingchen grabbed his suit and went out. He wanted to meet a very important person.

The car soon stopped in front of an international hotel.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Zhuo has been waiting for you upstairs." A man in a suit and a briefcase was waiting at the door.

Song Tingchen ordered the car and followed him into the elevator.

"What do you call it?" Song Tingchen glanced at the man next to him. He was about 40 years old and looked very young.

"Surname Yu." The man said politely, "Mr. Song, just call me Yu Zhu directly. Everyone calls me that."

"Yu Zhu?" Song Tingchen repeated.

"Yes."

"President Zhuo arrived this afternoon, didn't he?" Song Tingchen adjusted his tie. What he wants to see today is a big customer.

"Yes, the plane arrived in s city at two o'clock in the afternoon, checked in at three o'clock, and just woke up." Yu Zhu calmly replied that his voice seemed to be calm without a ripple.

Song Tingchen looked at the time and nodded: "then take a rest and just wait for dinner. I've asked someone to book a place here. The dishes of this family are still good."

"Hard work, Mr. Song." Yu Zhu nodded politely. His attitude was both polite and alienated.

Seeing Yu Zhu's indifference, song Tingchen looked at Yu Zhu with some appreciation: "assistant Yu, you should have children?"

"Yes, a son and a daughter." When it comes to children, Yu Zhu's mouth rises slightly, and his eyes have some light, instead of rejecting people thousands of miles away like just now.

"Should have gone to primary school?" Song Tingchen asked with a smile, "assistant Yu, with both children, makes people envy."

"Yes, one child can go to primary school and the other child can go to kindergarten." Yu Zhu has put down some of his vigilance.

"What school do you study in?" Song Tingchen pretended to say unintentionally, "they should all go to international schools. I have a very close friend. He always said to let my children go to school there in the future."

"President song, do you know anyone from international school?" Hearing song Tingchen's words, Yu Zhu asked in surprise, "I don't know what position your friend holds in the school?"

Song Tingchen nodded and said calmly, "yes, he is the director of the school's admissions office. I also said whether he wants to make my money all day, or the school is not good. Otherwise, how can he encourage me to send my children every day."

Yu Zhu sighed a long time. He said with some loss, "President song, you really misunderstood. International schools are definitely the best schools in s city. No other schools can match in S City in terms of teacher resources and hardware equipment. "

"Really?" Song Tingchen looked at the elevator and said, "I don't have children, so I don't care about school. So, Yu Zhu's children must be in this school? "

"Alas." Assistant director Yu sighed and shook his head, "no, because the school is good, so the quota is limited. Although the tuition fee is no problem, it is allocated by region, and my children still can't go in. "

"Like this." Song Tingchen said with loss, "it's really a pity. Children's education should be good since childhood."

"Yes, I follow..."

Yu Zhu's words were not finished yet. With a "Ding" sound, the elevator door opened and reached the floor where President Zhuo went.

"Right here." Yu Zhu stopped what he had just said. He knocked at the door, "President Zhuo, President song is coming."

Before President Zhuo came to open the door, song Tingchen took out a business card and handed it to Yu Zhu: "if you need help with school affairs, assistant Yu can speak."

Yu Zhu was stunned at first, then nodded gratefully: "thank President song. If President song needs my help, I must be duty bound."

"President song!"

"President Zhuo!" Seeing the man open the door, song Tingchen quickly smiled and stretched out his right hand. He said slightly excitedly, "President Zhuo, I haven't seen you in some days."

"Yes." President Zhuo let song Tingchen in.

President Zhuo, whose full name is Zhuo Shengtian, is a famous investor. He invests in many large films. Any crew, as long as they pull him as the producer, the crew's shooting process will be guaranteed, that is to say, they don't have to worry about money.

Entering the presidential suite, song Tingchen quickly glanced at Zhuo Shengtian's room, which is the most expensive room in the hotel. The floor was covered with flannel carpet and the space was very large.

"Sorry, there's some chaos here." Seeing song Tingchen glancing at the table, Zhuo Shengtian quickly winked at Yu, "Xiao Yu, let the waiter come up and clean it."

There were two red wine glasses on the table and one with lipstick on it. Song Tingchen understood at once.

"Mr. Zhuo, I came here after work just to let you have a rest." Song Tingchen sat down with Zhuo Shengtian, "Zhuo won't blame me for not coming earlier."

"Of course not." Zhuo Shengtian smiled awkwardly. He picked up the mobile phone on the table, looked at the time and said, "President song, you shouldn't have eaten at this point. Let's go to eat first."

"OK, I've booked a seat." Song Tingchen stood up. He nodded slightly and said, "President Zhuo, I'll go down first and wait for you downstairs."

"OK." Zhuo Shengtian seems to be impatient to let song Tingchen go.

Song Tingchen looked straight ahead and didn't take another look at the hotel. He went straight out. When he reached the door, he heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.

As soon as he walked out of the door where Zhuo Shengtian was, song Tingchen's mobile phone rang.

"How's it going? Mr. Song, what about the information I provided? " Huang Zhiming asked anxiously, "time is too anxious. We can only find so much information for a while. I've found some more now. I've sent them to your mobile phone. "

In the elevator, as soon as he asked the identity of assistant Yu, song Tingchen sent a message to Huang Zhiming asking him to send the information of assistant Yu. Huang Zhiming pointed out the situation of his two children. Song Tingchen just used Yu Zhu as his father to get close. Of course, the result was quite successful.

Song Tingchen has always adhered to the style of not conducting unprepared negotiations.

"Well done." Song Tingchen raised his mouth with satisfaction, "also, check Zhuo Shengtian's situation outside."

"Mr. Song, what do you mean?" Huang Zhiming did not recognize the meaning of song Tingchen's words for a moment.

"Woman." Song Tingchen lowered his voice and said, "as soon as possible, and don't let people know."

"Yes."

After hanging up his cell phone, song Tingchen sent a message to Qin Youle: come back later in the evening. You have a rest first.

Yes. Qin Youle replied with two simple words.

Seeing the words on his mobile phone, song Tingchen took a deep breath. He knew that if the film "agent 7" could start shooting successfully, Qin Youle would usher in the spring of his career.

Forty minutes later, Zhuo Sheng's genius came late.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Song." Zhuo Shengtian kept waiting, but he couldn't hear a trace of guilt in his eyes and tone.

However, Zhuo Shengtian was the gold Lord, so song Tingchen had to swallow his anger and feel aggrieved. He said calmly, "Mr. Zhuo, please sit down and I'll send the waiter to serve immediately."

"Mr. Song, I'm a little tired by plane today. We won't drink wine." When the waiter was about to pour Zhuo Shengtian wine, Zhuo Shengtian waved his hand and whispered, "Tonight we're like talking about business in the company. We'll avoid this polite entertainment."

There are only three people in the whole private room.

Hearing Zhuo Shengtian's words, song Tingchen nodded to the waiter and signaled that they could all go out.

"Eating like this seems to relax." As soon as the waiter left, Zhuo Shengtian leaned back in his chair wearily. His eyes narrowed slightly at the rich dishes on the table and said, "unfortunately, it seems that I can't eat such a table."

"Mr. Zhuo, I'm afraid it's uncomfortable?" Although song Tingchen was unhappy, he still had to keep smiling, "drink some soup to nourish it."

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry to bother you when I'm here s." Zhuo Shengtian said with a smile. He is famous for his cunning in the circle.

"Where?" Song Tingchen shook the red wine in his hand, "Mr. Zhuo, when you have a rest tonight, I'll arrange you to walk around s city tomorrow. There are still many places in s city that are good."

"Yes, Mr. Song, a young talent in S City, suddenly became famous in China."

"Zhuo always laughed." Song Tingchen looked at Zhuo Shengtian and said, "President Zhuo, I don't know if you read the script agent 7 I sent you a few days ago?"

Zhuo Shengtian put down his spoon and said slowly, "yes, it's the script recommended by Director Song da. Of course, I'll finish it in the shortest time."

"I don't know. What does Zhuo always think of this script?" Song Tingchen asked carefully. He chose to persuade Zhuo Shengtian to join the production, because Zhuo Shengtian has abundant funds and can ensure excellent production. He wants to make a conscience film for the audience.

"Well..." Zhuo Shengtian hesitated, neither good nor bad.

"Mr. Zhuo, if you have any comments, please feel free to mention them, or whatever you have." Song Tingchen was a little nervous. He was very optimistic about the play.

"President song." Zhuo Shengtian straightened his back. He looked into song Tingchen's eyes and said seriously, "President song, in fact, I'm not sure about reading the script. However, your reputation in the industry is well known, and I naturally believe in your choice. "

Song Tingchen was not excited. He knew that Zhuo Shengtian had more to say.

Sure enough, Zhuo Shengtian paused and said, "but I heard that you held the board of directors at dawn this afternoon. We don't have much interest in agent 7, do we?"

Song Tingchen was silent. He didn't expect that Zhuo Shengtian's news was so well-informed. The board of directors was just two hours ago, and Zhuo Shengtian knew it immediately.