My ceo wife

Female artists in the economy company's seniority is relatively old, is a plane model, although the dress is bright. But it doesn't make much money. And they have to be deducted by the brokerage company.

Shen Lang's first shot was 200000 yuan. The female artists feel that they are lucky today and tell him with a smile, even if they tell him where Mr. Jin is. You may not be able to find that place.

"So you can find it?" Shen Lang asked.

"Of course, he was my godfather."

Shen Lang smiles but says nothing. I almost understand the relationship.

This gold rich and noble depends on the star brokerage company to make a fortune. Relying on the understanding of several directors in the circle, he began to deceive the newcomers. There is no investment in brokerage companies. But it is a high return industry. Once there is a star fire, it will be prosperous. Brokerage firms will also make a lot of money.

In this way, the scale of Venus brokerage company is growing. The circle is also flourishing.

"The directors of a film and television play are all recommended by the agency when they look for actors and actresses. They have almost all the information about the artists. It's average. Like me, I earn 100 yuan and get 80% commission from the brokerage company. I only have twenty dollars left. "

Inside the operation of the brokerage company, there is also a hidden profit. Not every artist has an announcement. In order to maximize the interests, brokerage companies often do some matchmaker things. For example, Zhou yudie. It's introduced to Qian Jinxiu through his agent. When they formally date. Qian Jinxiu will pay the agreed remuneration as a thank you.

This graphic model once recognized Jin Fugui as a godfather. However, the businessman valued profit more than separation. After a year or two, the relationship became so weak that she was on the bench.

The female artist opened the L * * bag and put on a lip gloss. As far as she knows, Jin Fugui's life is booming. There are many celebrities and acquaintances in foreign countries, and rumors are flying all over the world about the female stars who have relations with him.

Shen Lang nods in secret. It seems that Chu Wanjun's indecent photo has been published in the newspaper. It's the agent's ghost.

"Turn left on the third ring road." The female artist said, "have you heard of Jiaxi community?"

"No Said Shen Lang.

"No wonder there are few people in Jiangling who can find this place."

Shen Lang understood her meaning and said with a smile, "ha ha, how about I send you a bottle of Lafite after I finish my work tonight?"

The female artist was overjoyed and told Shen Lang that there was no Jiaxi community in Jiangling. It was a stage name given by the people in the circle. It was actually a village in the city. Just because it was ordinary, no one knew it. It was a place that Jin Fugui and others liked to stay.

According to her instructions, Shen Lang drove the car to a door room inside the village in the city. It was still an old-fashioned tube building, which looked dilapidated from the outside.

"Handsome man, don't be so small here. There's something hidden inside. Well, I'll be waiting for you in the car. "

Shen Lang pulled out the key to the car, said goodbye and walked into the community. According to the female artists, entering a four story house from the third bridal chamber, it suddenly becomes clear that it is not a residential unit building, but a house similar to a single family villa.

Entering the hall is a small golf course, with a building area of at least several villas. There are karaoke rooms and restaurants on both sides of the course, and even small outpatient clinics.

When Chu Wanjun awoke, he rubbed his temple and found himself sitting in a dark and strange room. The red light was not very bright. He could see the whole room clearly. The censer, the desk, and several statues looked gloomy and terrible.

On the sofa under the red light, there is a man in suit and shoes. It is Jin Fugui, the boss of the brokerage company. Next to him is an old man who is over 60 years old. The old man is wearing a gray robe and looks at himself with a strange look.

"Ha ha, Miss Chu is awake?"

"Mr. Jin? Where is this... "

"Don't worry about where it is. Let me introduce it to you. This is Mr. Xin. He's a fan of yours. He wanted to see you for a long time

Chu Wanjun glances at Yao Hua, the agent at the door, and finally realizes that he seems to have been cheated.

"Mr. Jin, I'm here today to terminate my contract with the brokerage company."

Jin Fugui said with a smile: "don't worry, I'll ask you to solve it, and there's no need to collect liquidated damages. It's just..."

Jin Fugui stood up with a cigar and red wine in his hand, walked a few steps, turned back and said, "the topic still has to start with Xin Lao. He is in poor health recently and is on his 60th birthday. As the younger generation, we have to pray for him. "

Chu Wanjun couldn't understand him.

Agent Yao Hua said: "Xin Laozhai is kind-hearted. This blessing ceremony needs to spend one night with a young woman. It happens that you are a movie star, and there are millions of fans on Weibo. Not only do you accept your blessing, but also your millions of fans, Lingrui. No one is more suitable than you. "

Chu Wanjun was shocked to find that the house should be a basement with no windows. No wonder it's so dark in the daytime. It's like a hell. And Jin Fugui and Yao Hua's words, she only understood the general meaning, thinking that she might have been betrayed.Where did Chu Wanjun think that in broad daylight, he was a public figure, and he was locked up here to pray for an old man.

"Sister Yao, is there a magic drug in that bottle of water you gave me?" Chu Wan Jun asked coldly.

"Which is the overpowering drug? How can something harmful to the body be used by Xin Lao? It's the spirit Rune water specially configured by Xin Lao. It's the way to purify the soul."

"Shut up

"Well! Chu Wanjun, the company is very popular with you. Do you want to change your job? Mr. Jin said to let you go, but at least you have to do the last thing. It's a good thing. It's also very helpful for your future development. Mr. Xin does not know how many rubber plantations and shipyards there are in Southeast Asia alone. Many people are begging for this opportunity

As the saying goes, a mistake has become eternal hatred. Now it's useless for Chu Wanjun to regret it.

This 60 year old Xin looks strange, and his behavior is more strange than his appearance. Although he does business in big shipyards and mines, he is over 60 years old, but he is obsessed with becoming an immortal. Today, he brings Chu Wanjun here to show his so-called collection of Yin Qi and supplement his Yang life.

"Richness, it's time to start. It is a good time to pray for good fortune. Said the grim old man in the seat.

Although Jin Fugui didn't know what the sun and the moon were on the same day, he knew that time was tight. After praying for blessings in an hour, the elder Xin would fly away from Nanyang by plane.

Jin Fugui gives Yao Hua a wink. They go outside the door. It's his business to pray for Xin Lao. Who knows whether the cultivation of immortals is true or not, but the money is real. And Jin Fugui is also making his own way back, looking back and taking some good pictures for Chu Wanjun. With these things in hand, he is not afraid that she will dare to change her job.

Two people just out of the basement door, head-on a suit bodyguard with popular run over.

"No, Kim."

"Keep it down!" Jin Fugui looks back at the door for fear of quarreling with the God of wealth.

The bodyguard panted and said, "there's a man upstairs looking for Mr. Jin. We don't know him, so let him go out. Who knows... "

"What's the matter?"

"That boy is so good at fighting. Four or five people haven't hit him."

When Jin Fugui was shocked, he hurried up to the second floor from the side door and was speechless.

Upstairs on the golf ball, lying on its own people, and that figure is naturally waves. Jin Fugui has a wide range of social contacts, so it is inevitable for him to have enemies.

"President Jin..." Agent Yao Hua said nervously.

"Go ahead, get out of here, find out his details, and call the police if he dares to follow. In a word, we can't delay Xin Lao's blessing. "

Jin Fugui leaves from the side door of the stairs in fear. When he adds up in his heart, he knows that the boy who can fight is probably for Chu Wanjun. Mr. Xin is still in the basement. In case of any accident

Thinking of this, Jin Fugui smiles. If Xin Lao dies, the boy who comes to make trouble will be in trouble. Anyway, it's not so easy to take out the money after it's in your pocket.

In the basement, Chu Wanjun looked at the old man in panic. Seeing that there was no one else in the room, he comforted him a little. He was not an old man. What could he do with himself.

Chu Wanjun, on the contrary, was not afraid of it. She quietly retreated to the bedside table and touched a bottle of foreign wine with her hands on her back.

"Miss Chu, I'm going to start the blessing ceremony. I'm your fan. Please cooperate."

"Ha ha..." Chu Wan Jun sneered: "see your big head ghost go!"

Chu Wanjun threw the bottle at Xin Lao's head with all his strength. He wanted to knock Xin Lao unconscious, and then he tried to call the police.

Who knows, that seemingly old-fashioned Xin Lao's reaction is extremely calm. He covers his face with his grey robe and wraps the flying wine bottle head on. He makes a circle like playing Taijiquan. When the robe falls, the wine bottle falls in his hands peacefully.

At this time, Chu Wanjun understood why Jin Fugui left and how these heinous people could relax their vigilance.

Looking up at Xin Lao again, I'm afraid that Chu Wanjun's face will never be forgotten in his whole life. Like a walking corpse, his face is bloodless, his eyes are dull, and he looks at himself strangely. He is more like a ghost than a human being.

Xin Lao went to the bed, as if what happened just now did not happen, and slowly extended his hand.

"You

Chu Wan Jun stares at those hands. Under the dark red light, what kind of hands are they? They are covered with skin and bones, which are inferior to firewood.

"Miss Chu, it's time to pray. If it's too late, we can only wait for the next year."

"You, you don't come here." Chu Wanjun felt powerless when she said anything. She swung it with a slap and was caught by Xin's hand. The piercing pain made her almost unconscious.

"Bang!" The security door in the basement was kicked open with a bang.

"Beauty, you see, I said that if you leave me, you can be sold every minute. If you learn one of your father's tricks, you will be bullied by a sheep. "

Shen Lang kicks the door open and sees that Chu Wanjun is OK. He is relieved to light a cigarette and looks at Chu Wanjun in panic with a smile."Waves?"

Chu Wanjun almost roared out in fear. For the first time, he felt that this man was not as bad as he thought.