Good Samaritan Mr Yu

The matter between Shen Yu and Wan Sheng still caused a small storm. Sitting leisurely in the office, Zhong Simo, who suddenly became interested in the hot search on Weibo for some reason, swiped his hand and found relevant news.

He raised his eyebrows, clicked in and scanned it all over.

"Moving love."

ary was sorting out the details of the cooperation project with Tianchen, and he brought it over to Zhong Simo, when he heard the boss sigh this sentence suddenly, his forehead jumped suddenly.

In this tone, who caused the death to provoke this unprovoked master

Before ary asked, Zhong Simo commented, "Throughout the full text, it is probably a masterpiece of a certain elementary school graduate who combined ancient and modern love classics at home and abroad, and left the bad to promote success."

"boss."

"Um"

"I can understand you swearing, but please speak normal people."

"I want to sign up for a Chinese training class for you," Zhong Simo smiled, pointing to the phone screen and said, "This headline article is really spicy."

With Zhong Simo's acquiescence, ary leaned over and glanced at the contents of the phone, nodding in agreement.

"Although my Chinese literature level is indeed limited, it can be seen that this is a typical piece of cheap marketing style."

"Shen Yu is also pitiful. There is no reliable assistant and team to manage. He was divided up when he was a little bit enthusiastic. He will not be a big hit with this team."

Zhong Simo didn't respond to ary's sharp comments. He was still looking at the phone page, the more he looked at his face, the more interested he became. Although he hasn't fully determined how he feels about Shen Yu, he wants to take care of it no matter from the point of view of selfishness or return.

"Boss, what are you looking at" ary couldn't help asking when he saw this.

"This female star is a bit familiar. Where did I meet Wan Sheng" Zhong Simo recalled, raising his eyebrows. He has a good memory, but it is impossible to remember everyone who has met.

Hearing this, ary opened the tablet he was carrying, and after a quick query, he said, "Wan Sheng is not well-known in the entertainment industry, but it is said that she has a gold master."

"I remember," Zhong Simo sneered here, tilted his head, "Half a month ago, the second generation who played with Yan Caizhu had his birthday, I went to show my face. Those young masters She was among the people who brought her, saying that she is a popular anchor and can perform live for them."

"What kind of performance?" ary has some understanding of the gangster circles in Beijing mentioned by Zhong Simo, and can't think of any form of performance that can be in the eyes of those wicked young masters. Even the performances in the National Grand Theater can't keep them. It's a quarter of an hour.

"I haven't seen it long ago, but I guess it should be an action movie."

"Ah" ary didn't react.

"Did you think of the live version of an action movie with a low-quality single lens and a few mosaics and Japanese subtitles?"

arry finally thought of something, his face was suddenly red and purple, speechless.

"No, arry, how old are you, so innocent" Zhong Simo asked at random when he saw this and took the initiative to break the embarrassment.

"Thank you, boss, popular science. Anyway, I'm innocent, I'm planning to get married, and you don't have a boyfriend if I'm not innocent." Ay didn't let Zhong Simo's chance go, and mocked by strength.

No matter how good Zhong Simo is, he is really short of breath on this issue and can only give up.

"I thought this was the place they brought Xian'er from, and the main job was to play with the young masters. I didn't expect that she would dare to act, and she had a gossip."

There is indeed a saying in the entertainment industry that it is supported by gold owners, but after all, celebrity is a public-oriented profession, and if you are not careful, your reputation will be discredited. Therefore, they will not play too much when they are kept, and most of them are half-covered so as not to leave a handle.

Wan Sheng's performance before and after, really can't correspond to it.

"Do you need me to arrange to check it out, boss" arry suggested when he saw Zhong Simo's interest in this matter.

"Don't be so troublesome," Zhong Simo shook his head, opened the phone address book, and found Yan Caizhu's name, "Just ask."

It was dinner time at this time, and the aroma of fireworks floated around the city. People regardless of their status or status, began to replenish their stomachs for a busy day.

The young man lay lazily in the corner of a coffee shop, with his hat half-buttoned on his face, half-dreaming and half-awake, waiting for the pasta he had just ordered. There are people coming and going outside the glass window, but he seems to be alone on a vacation beach with a sunny and cool sea breeze, relaxing and cozy.

However, the good times didn't last long. Just when he almost spread himself into a still oil painting, the phone ringing suddenly rang untimely. The lazy and relaxed havana floated into the young man's ears. After holding still for a few seconds, he slowly removed his hat and found the phone.

The youth's face was completely exposed with this action. He had a delicate face, thin eyebrows, fair skin, a pair of narrow Danfeng eyes raised naturally, with a natural blush, and thin and ruddy lips. His beauty is dazzling and domineering, almost as a boy or girl, but it doesn't feel like a girl.

The young man saw the caller ID of the phone clearly, and he was relieved. He changed the direction and continued to spread it out. The single ear chain on his left ear shook, flashing silver light.

"Hey, Zhong Simo, a busy person like you, actually called me during working hours. Let me first say yes. All business matters have nothing to do with me." The young man connected the phone and started to win.

"I think it's even more rare for Shao Yan to answer my call so quickly when the night life is about to start." Speaking of his venomous tongue, Zhong Simo hadn't been scared yet.

"Come on, don't mention the nightlife. You don't know what life I have been living these days, like an underground party, I don't dare to show my face." Yan Caizhu sighed and complained.

"Oh, this old friend is making trouble, making it so fierce." Zhong Simo laughed casually, knowing that Yan Caizhu was inaccurate in the truth and lies.

"It's easy if you are just an old friend. Buy a bag at most and treat it as a disaster." Yan Caizhu sighed again. He has been nestling near the apartment for several days and dared not see friends. "You remember me I told you half a month ago that a Chinese designer in the United States is going to find inspiration from traditional Chinese opera. Would Master Xie let me receive him?"

Yan Caizhu is a well-known young master in the dandy circle of Beijing. He has a good family background. He can play and dare to play. Therefore, he has won the support of a large number of second generations who also like to play. Rumor has it that Yan Shao stomped his feet and the Beijing circle would tremble three times. .

However, he has an advantage over those muddy playmates, that is, he has loved Peking opera since he was a child. Although seemingly unruly and unruly on the surface, he has never been ambiguous and respected his teachers and friends, thus gaining Zhong Simo's friendship.

After Yan Caizhu reminded Zhong Simo, he remembered that there was such a thing. That Chinese designer is quite famous in the fashion circle, and his own independent brand has developed very well in recent years.

"It's not that you haven't received people before, let the assistant arrange board and lodging, and accompany you around in the first few days. If you don’t match up, you will talk more. If you don’t match up, you will find excuses for not seeing you. How simple things will scare you like this."

"You don't know," Yan Caizhu seemed to be complaining about something, and swallowed when the words reached his lips, and changed the subject, "You have been so active with Tianchen recently, you must be very busy, and you won't contact me if you have nothing to do. Okay, what can I do for help"

Yan Caizhu didn't want to say, and Zhong Simo didn't ask again, everyone is an adult, so I know if I can handle things by myself, and I should leave some space between friends.

"I went to the birthday party of Master Luo's with you before and met a female artist named Wan Sheng. Do you know her situation?" Zhong Simo said his purpose of making the call.

"Oh, what's going on today, one or two people asked Wan Sheng to me." Yan Caizhu was taken aback when he heard the words, and couldn't help laughing.

"Who else asked her with you"

"One of my cousins ​​from a distant house is playing some TV series recently. Wan Sheng is her female number one."