The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

After a busy morning and having lunch, Qiao Wen and Lin Zihui sat on the leather sofa in the office, drinking hot tea, watching TV dramas, and enjoying a rare afternoon leisure.

Although Wu Yaodong doesn't do personnel affairs, the black and white TV set for them is still quite useful. You can not only understand the news in the city, but also watch TV dramas and listen to songs to relax.

Baozhu Station, the city-wide “Priceless Love” finally ushered in the finale. Two young men were staring at the TV screen. When they were watching with gusto, the office phone rang.

Lin Zihui moved faster than Qiao Wen, ran to the desk and picked up the phone.

Qiao Wen stepped forward and lowered the TV sound to the lowest level. After listening to Lin Zihui a few times, he hung up the phone, turning his face from the excitement of just watching TV to an obvious frustration.

Qiao Wen saw this and asked: "What's the matter?"

Lin Zihui sighed, walked to sit down next to him, and said, "Didn't you say that we are looking for a famous movie star to advertise Mengzhen? I asked my Abba secretary to find out. Stars, advertising prices are all millions, where can we afford it?"

Now that the film industry in Hong Kong City has entered a golden period, movies are a very profitable business. In a few years, the city will become Oriental Hollywood, and the value of movie stars will naturally rise. In fact, the endorsement fee of one million is not high at all for the first-line big stars, because now the top celebrities can earn two or three million for a movie.

The problem is that they are just starting their own business. Lin Zhaoming only sponsored half a million. One million is really an astronomical figure for them.

Qiao Wen glanced at the TV, and the young male protagonist on the screen walked on the beach in Shanghai in the Republic of China in a vest and suit, looking handsome.

He thought for a while and said, "Zihui, the 500,000 sponsored by Mr. Lin, we have already spent 300,000, and now there is 200,000 left, right?"

Lin Zihui touched his nose: "That..."

As a secretary, Qiao Wen does not directly manage the accounts. Lin Zihui and the accountant do all the accounts. Seeing the other party hesitating, he couldn't help frowning: "Could it be that there are no more than two hundred thousand?"

Lin Zihui shook his head fiercely: "No, no, there should be more."

Qiao Wen asked: "How much is left?"

Lin Zihui said: "If nothing happens, there should be more than 600,000."

Qiao Wen: "???"

Lin Zihui hurriedly explained: "That's it. After we rented the store, I saw that there was no big expense in a short time and the stock market was very good. So I withdrew hundreds of thousands of money, bought stocks, and prepared to open the store and exchange it for money. Come out, if the stock market doesn’t collapse these days, there should be 600,000."

Qiao Wen laughed: "You scared me, why didn't you tell me when you bought the stock?"

Lin Zihui is weak and weak: "I'm afraid you won't support it."

Does he support his hands and feet? In the original book, Lin Zihui made his first pot of gold from stock trading, and later he was also a super predator in the financial market.

"You are the boss, and I support everything. Besides, I also buy stocks myself, so let's talk about it." The main reason is to get the aura of this guy's male protagonist.

"Really?" Lin Zihui smiled when he heard the words. He was very interested in securities. The people who had no choice but to play stocks around him were gamblers and didn't really know how to do it. Now that he heard that Qiao Wen was also trading in stocks, he immediately felt himself. I have found like-minded experts and want to discuss it.

However, Qiao Wen didn't bother to discuss stocks with him at this time. He pointed to the TV screen and said, "The most popular male star in Hong Kong right now should be Li Xingchen, right?"

Lin Zihui nodded: "Although serial dramas are still new, TV stars are far more valuable than movie stars. However, Li Xingchen is indeed very popular this year, and all the grandpas and aunts in the teahouse know him."

Qiao Wen nodded: "Do you think he looks handsome in a suit?"

Lin Zihui was quite agreeable about this: "It's true." After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Qiao Wen, "You mean to ask Li Xingchen to advertise Mengzhen."

Qiao Wen said: "Li Xingchen's appearance is so well-known that he just caught up with the finale of "Love Is Priceless". It was when he was the most popular. As far as I know, the artists of Baozhutai are paid salaries and movie stars who are paid millions. It can’t be compared. Ask him to be the advertising spokesperson of the Dream Real brand, and the price/performance ratio is much higher than that of movie stars."

Lin Zihui heard him say that, it made sense, and nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go back and ask my Abba's secretary to contact me for help and see what their offer is."

Qiao Wen looked down at his watch and said, "At three o'clock in the afternoon, the magazine will shoot the advertisement, and we can go."

Nowadays, without the Internet, the most important advertising method is newspapers and magazines. Fortunately, in this era, Hong Kong City is a fashion capital at the forefront of the world, and the magazine industry is very developed. In order to warm up the brand's opening, they ordered a famous fashion magazine for advertising.

Because it was a warm-up, only three male models were invited. In view of the colonial culture of admiring foreigners and foreigners, these three models are all foreigners.

The two drove to the magazine. The photographer was already ready in the studio. However, the three ghost models were late until three o'clock.

Of course, being late is really just a trivial matter compared to their undisciplined work attitude.

Lin Zihui, who was the overseer next to him, couldn’t help but pull Qiao Wen over and sipped in a low voice, saying: “These ghosts in Port City are blind streamers who can’t mix in their own country. They come here. As soon as you become a superior person, it’s just that the price of a few photos taken by a model is twice that of a Chinese, and it’s not good to work."

Although he is a bit exaggerated, it basically conforms to the facts. This is a colonial feature, and the most terrifying thing is that many natives in such a large environment will unconsciously dwarf themselves and worship foreigners.

He patted the indignant Lin Zihui on the shoulder: "I'm going to the bathroom."

It was working time at this time. There were no people in the bathroom on the floor. After Qiao Wen finished filling the water, he was walking to the sink to wash his hands. A person walked in outside the door.

It is a ghost model shot today, named Aisen.

He nodded at the person, who raised his eyebrows with a frivolous smile, walked directly to Qiao Wen, looked at him presumptuously up and down, reached out his hand to touch his face, and said in English: "Little sweetheart, You look so delicious."

Qiao Wen quickly took a step back, curled his lips, smiled, and replies to him in English: "Eisen, it has not been two months since you and your family have come to Hong Kong City to make a living. I advise you to put away your bad habits in your country, or you will lose it. With today’s payment, you won’t even be able to pay next month’s rent."

Just in case, before hiring these ghosts, he asked people to inquire about their identity and background. This handsome American man with tall legs and long legs looks quite dignified, but in fact he traveled across the oceans to earn a living in Hong Kong because of poverty. Nowadays, while working in a bar and working part-time as a model and taking pictures to subsidize the family, he is still full of bad habits.

Seeing that his details had been exposed, Eisen didn't want to be overwhelmed by the rewards today, so he put down his hands in grief.

At this moment, Lin Zihui pushed the door in, because there was a lesson that Qiao Wen was abducted from his own hands. It was a bit weird to see the two confronting each other. He suddenly realized something sensitively. Furiously, he yelled at Aisen, "What are you doing?! Believe it or not, I call the police to catch you?" After finishing talking, he quickly pulled Qiao Wen, "Awen, don't be afraid, I am here, he dare not do to you what."

The last time Qiao Wen was abducted, he suffered a great lesson from Anan, and now he still has lingering fears. If Qiao Wen suffers another loss in his own hands, Anan guesses that he will really peel his skin.

The current Anan is the famous red stick Liangzi Nan in the Kowloon Walled City. He heard people in the teahouse mentioning that his name was protected by Chen Jianan. After all, he is there, but he is called Lin Zihui, the student guardian. It was a little funny when I saw myself, Qiao Wen patted him on the shoulder, and smiled: "It's okay, don't be nervous." Then, he looked at Aisen, "You are done, hurry up and shoot, we have a contract, and the progress is delayed. Will be deducted."

Eisen shrugged, walked to the urinal, and said, "I just praise this young gentleman for being handsome."

Lin Zihui was even more furious when he heard this, and only had to roll up his sleeves and get into a fight with someone.

Although he has the aura of a great male protagonist, Qiao Wen visually inspected the physical difference between him and Eisen, and he did not hesitate to pull him away.

When Aisen returned from the bathroom, his work attitude really improved, but his eyes were still not honest when they looked at Qiao Wen.

Qiao Wen didn't care, after all, he wouldn't have any intersection with this kind of person. But Lin Zihui was always on the verge of facing the enemy, looking at people coldly, to prevent this ghost from being a demon.

Towards the end of the filming, the beautiful boy Nan, whom Young Master Hui had read in his heart, arrived unexpectedly.

"Anan, why are you here?" Lin Zihui hadn't seen Chen Jianan for a long time. At this moment, he was very surprised to meet him.

"I have something to pass by. I remembered that Xiao Qiao said this morning that I was shooting an advertisement in a magazine in the afternoon, so I would stop by and take a look." Chen Jianan nodded at him, and automatically passed him without stopping, and Qiao Wen fell behind him. On his body, he just smiled at Qiao Wen, and inexplicably showed a subtle guilty conscience. He held his head up and chested out, showing a self-confessed open and hearty smile, "Xiao Qiao, is the work going well today?"

"It's okay." Qiao Wen nodded and walked over to look at him.

Recently, Chen Jianan didn't know what he was up to. He hadn't touched his bed through the window for more than a week, and only occasionally asked him to go to the rooftop to practice boxing in the morning. In fact, two big men slept on a small wooden bed, and it was not very comfortable in a tropical city like Hong Kong. However, it may be because of the habit of sharing the same bed. This guy hasn't come to patronize for many days, but he is a bit uncomfortable.

He looked around, the handsome face in front of him was clean, and he was sure that he didn't go to fight today.

When he saw it in this way, Chen Canan, who had always been as thick as a city wall, suddenly became a little uncomfortable, and he stubbornly said: "What do you think I am doing?"

Qiao Wen said half jokingly: "Check if you are injured in the fight?"

Chen Jianan immediately said: "I haven't had a fight for a few days."

Qiao Wen said: "Then what have you been up to these days? Didn't see you come to my house at night?"

"I..." Chen Jianan was momentarily dumb. How could he say that he didn't go to his house to sleep at night because he had become a pervert like Qin Yunfei, fearing that someone would bully someone if he didn't hold it back. He fell into his own shame that no one knew, and in a flash made a big blush.

Qiao Wen just asked casually, and didn't want to get any answer from him. At this moment, seeing him look weird, frowned and asked: "Brother Nan, are you hot? Why are you blushing?"

Fortunately, Chen Canan's skin was a bit bronzer, not the little white face of Qiao Wen, although his face was red, it was not too obvious. He raised his palm to pretend to fan, then cleared his throat and said, "Yes, it's so hot inside."

Qiao Wen glanced at the photographer's side, just over, he patted his shoulder: "You wait a moment."

He took a few red envelopes and went to pay a few ghost models who stopped working.

At the same time, Lin Zihui, who did not know when he moved to Chen Jianan's side, complained in a low voice: "These ghosts are too expensive to work, so they are all fools at work. That golden retriever wants to take advantage of Awen, and really thinks he's on top. Waiting for someone!"

Chen Jianan didn't listen carefully to other words, but he heard "I want to take advantage of Awen". He was furious and asked with wide eyes, "You said that golden retriever wants to take advantage of Awen?"

Lin Zihui was startled and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, but I didn't really dare."

Qiao Wen on the other end heard the movement here, turned his head, and shook his head at the two of them.

Lin Zihui knew, and quickly said: "Anan, Awen said it's okay, you don't need to worry."

Chen Jianan raised his eyes and looked at him. He happened to pass the red envelope in his hand to the golden-haired ghost guy. The two said a few words in English. The golden retriever looked at Qiao Wen’s blue eyes, clearly showing dazzling disapproval. kindness.

He was so angry at this scene that he was about to roll up his sleeves to beat people up, when he suddenly remembered that Qiao Wen was working and could not cause him trouble, so he stopped his impulse in time. Silently said to Lin Zihui: "You and Xiao Qiao are busy first, I will wait for him downstairs."

Seeing that he didn't plan to use force, Lin Zihui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He blamed his mouth for a while, and almost forgot how much Anan was protecting his younger brother Awen.

He nodded: "Okay, we'll just have a few words with the editor-in-chief of the magazine and we will leave soon."

Chen Jianan stared at the unlucky Golden Retriever Aisen from the air, and left without a smile.

Qiao Wen and Lin Zihui came out of the magazine building, twenty minutes later.

Chen Jianan was sitting idle on his motorcycle, in a very casual and handsome posture. Occasionally there are girls passing by, and obviously can't help but look at him more.

Even Lin Zihui couldn't help but leaned to Qiao Wen's ear and whispered: "Anan is really a pretty boy, no wonder his nickname is Liang Zinan."

Qiao Wen glanced at the person from a distance, and said that he was right, and he stretched out a little bit of honor.

However, Chen Jianan, who was originally lazy, saw the intimate appearance of the two people, immediately squinted his eyes and straightened up, and said: "Xiao Qiao, come and get in the car!"

Qiao Wen nodded, waved goodbye to Lin Zihui, watched him cross the road and walked slowly, and stepped onto the back seat of the motorcycle.

Chen Jianan cleared his throat, and said in a strange way: "You and Siyanzi are in a good relationship now!"

Qiao Wen said: "He is my boss, we work together every day, of course it's good."

Chen Jianan stepped into the car, activated the accelerator, and said, "How do I feel that you and him are almost as good as me?"

Qiao Wen smiled and stretched his head, looked at his profile, jokingly: "You can't be jealous of Zihui, are you?"

A warm breath rushed over his face, Chen Jianan only felt his heart throbbing, and subconsciously tilted to the side, and said: "How is it possible? What is our relationship? His four-eyed boy will be more than ten years later. The top tenth."

Qiao Wen nodded: "That's right."

When Chen Jianan heard him say this, he was in a good mood for a moment, and he raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Catch it well, I'm about to start it."

Qiao Wen quickly held his waist.

In fact, "skin-to-skin blind date" between two people is uncommon. On weekdays, Chen Jianan holds Qiao Wen's hand as naturally as his left hand holds his right hand.

But at this moment, being hugged like this by the person behind him, he couldn't help but slapped his spirit immediately, and a wave of enthusiasm quickly jumped down.

He secretly cursed his beast, and quickly glared twice at the pedal to start the car, diverting his attention.

At this moment, Qiao Wen Yuguang suddenly caught a glimpse of the sidewalk by the side of the road. Two people with rotten appearances were covering their individuals with sack. They kicked violently and ran away without a trace. But dozens of seconds.

The screaming man on the ground finally got out of the sack, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and it was Eisen.

Qiao Wen frowned.

Chen Jianan turned his head and glanced, and said, "These ghosts think that they have white skin and can do whatever they want in Hong Kong. They deserve to be beaten in a sack."

Qiao Wen turned to look at him suspiciously.