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Of course, the one on the other end of the phone was Ran Anluo's new agent, Xia Jing.

After the combination of He Tanqing collapsed, Ran Anluo's original agent switched, and all the artists he brought with him were reallocated.

As a gold broker with both qualifications and means within Shengjing Entertainment, Xia Jing had never expected that she would choose Ran Anluo before the results came out.

However, the entertainment industry has always been a place that only pays attention to the results but not the process. As long as the results are good, even if others hate red eyes, they can only look at it.

Xia Jing was sitting on the sofa flipping through Ran Anluo's new announcement, and was stunned after hearing the words: "He Dong? Xiao Luo, do you ask him why?"

Ran Anluo suffocated a few words awkwardly: "Sister Xia, just ask if you can help!"

Xia Jing combined the information and leaned on the back of the sofa, and put up her long straight legs: "Xiao Luo, it's not that Sister Xia didn't help you. But you have to check He Mingyu, He Dong... He can't be checked by anyone. "

Ran Anluo didn't mean to give up. He softened his tone and begged coquettishly: "I just know how difficult it is to investigate, so I want to ask Sister Xia to help me, okay?"

Xia Jing frowned: "An Luo, tell Sister Xia the truth-you want to find out if He Mingyu has children, do you simply like him and want to chase him? Or do you want to be next to him?"

Ran Anluo was stopped by Xia Jing's question, and it took a long time before she whispered: "If so, how do I like him?"

Xia Jing raised her eyebrows and tapped her red nails on the table.

She said directly: "If you really like him, I agree that you will find opportunities to contact him. He Mingyu is the youngest son of the He family. He has a good style and has never had any scandals... Of course, the only exception is talk. Qing."

Ran Anluo's expression changed abruptly when he heard the words Tan Qing.

The fingers he had placed on his knees clenched tightly: "...Hmm."

Through the phone, Xia Jing naturally wouldn't know Ran Anluo's changes: "So even if you really like him, you can't do anything now."

"Don't let netizens think that you are prying Tanqing into the corner, or you are picking up Tanqing's leftovers."

Ran Anluo's tone was slightly unwilling: "But Tan Qing and He Mingyu were obviously just an accident!"

Xia Jing nodded: "Yes, Xiao Luo. But you should be grateful for this accident, otherwise, how could Tan Qing have to pay a huge amount of liquidated damages because of the collapse of word-of-mouth, and you won't get the opportunity to fly solo."

Ran Anluo did not speak any more.

A deep blood was bitten on his lips, and he said after a long while: "I know, thank you Sister Xia."

"Don't thank me."

Xia Jing smiled, "I do think you are talented. I signed you, but I'm not planning to use you as a vase."

"I will work hard, Sister Xia."

Xia Jing lifted her chin, reached out and ticked a few notices with a pen, and continued: "Sister Xia really can't help you with the incident that I just congratulated Dong. But Xiao Luo, if you really want to know, Why don't you ask the actor Ji?"

Ran Anluo was startled: "Ji Yanxiu?"

Xia Jing said: "I've called you all the names? It seems that you are familiar with them. You saved the brother of King Ji. His hospital has always been a cooperative relationship with He Shi, so I shouldn't refuse you."

Ran Anluo paused, and said softly: "Um...I know."

Xia Jing glanced at the dark night outside the window, and said meaningfully: "It's good to know. Xiaoluo, you are new, and someone will help you. It's better than hitting your head and bleeding yourself."

The phone hangs up.

Ran Anluo opened the page of the chat software, and the names slipped down one by one, and finally found the familiar avatar.

Due to frequent chats, he actually has already set special attention to this avatar.

Ran Anluo seemed to hesitate for a long time, and then clicked on the dialog box.

"Yan Xiu, can you do me a favor?"

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Tan Qing's street stall business is very good tonight.

Perhaps it is the reason why the New Year is coming. He thinks that young girls and boys have become rich.

Even the grandfather and aunt who usually had to bargain with him were grateful not to bargain.

Fortunately, no bargaining!

After all, the fox fur on the back of today's bag is Tan Qing's last inventory.

In view of the problem that the brothers and sisters in the mountains are bald, Tan Qing is ready to sell out the inventory and change business.

-Although he still doesn't know what he is going to do tomorrow.

But think about it carefully.

Tomorrow is a day when you don’t have to pay for milk powder. It’s a brand new day, and it’s a day for reform and opening up.

Tan Qing wrote happy all over her face, and smiled when she treated the guests.

The face that was originally exquisite and beautiful is even more agile and full of glamour, like a flowing painting

Showy and moving.

Soon there were only a few scattered fox tail pendants in the bulging backpack.

Tan Qing stretched out her hand and swung those few out, shaking her legs tremblingly with cold.

When I was about to yell like the Northeast brother next to me, I saw a person walking in the dark and crowded alley directly opposite.

No, it should be two people.

One big and one small.

Most of the goods in this night market are cheap and everyday, let alone authentic or not. Most of the customers who come and go are young people with beautiful work plans, and grandpas and aunts who come to save money.

Thus.

He Mingyu, who is tall and tall in a suit, is prominent and obvious.

Looking at it from a distance, it is more scary than the city management.

especially.

Tan Qing also saw the little brat sitting on He Mingyu's shoulders, swaying leisurely.

There was also a young girl who was struggling on the stall in front of her. She held a red and a white one and asked Tanqing: "Little boss, which one do you think I want to buy?"

Tan Qing was thinking about He Mingyu's course of action, and she didn't think about it for a while: "It must be red. Red has been practicing for 300 years."

The young girl was startled: "Huh?"

Tan Qing instantly denied Sanlian and smiled very sincerely: "I'm making a fool of myself! Miss Sister, you are so beautiful, so I can give you a 5% off both of them, okay?"

The young lady blushed because of Tan Qing's praise. She really bought both of them. She paid Tan Qing with a payment treasure: "No discount! Little boss, you are handsome and talkative. I wish you a prosperous business. ."

Tan Qing blew so skillfully that the young girl left happily.

He lowered his head, flipped out the payment treasure numbly, and tapped his thin, white fingers to start counting the payment tonight.

Tan Xiao Boss is very serious about counting his small vaults. While checking the numbers one by one, he whispers: "Twenty, twenty, eighty..."

A cold and deep voice came in: "How much did you make?"

Tan Qing said cheerfully: "Three hundred and six!"

He triumphantly counted, and suddenly raised his head.

He Mingyu stood opposite the street stall.

Tan Jiji sits honestly on He Mingyu's shoulders, wrapped in a thick little flower cotton jacket, only revealing a pair of dark eyes.

Tan Jiji face to face with Tan Qing with his eyes open, and shouted softly, "Rake, rake!"

Before Tan Qing had time to speak, he heard He Mingyu say in a low voice: "Yeah."

Tan Qing: "???"

Due to the limited location of the night market, the area of ​​the street stalls is small.

then.

After standing close behind a narrow tarp, Tan Qing realized that He Mingyu had never been much taller than him.

It was a blow to his pride as the ancestor of the fox.

Tan Qing shrugged the tip of his nose, which was flushed with cold, and said unhappily: "Rang Ren Ren, you are blocking my guest."

However, when the market closes, the busiest time of the night market has passed.

He Mingyu turned back and took a look, then turned back: "No one."

Tan Qing snorted: "You are standing here and no one is here!"

He Mingyu did not speak.

The night in the suburbs of Beijing is terribly cold.

In addition, there was another snowfall a few days ago, and at the night when it was time to melt the snow, even standing on the ground wearing thick-soled cotton shoes felt cold to the bone.

Under the almost dim yellow light and shadow, even the glimmering bugs could not be seen—

But he could see Tan Qing's red face.

In addition to the red nose, there are reddish cheeks.

Blushing corners of the eyes.

And red lips.

He Mingyu felt a little thirsty. He looked away and asked, "This is your newly expanded sideline?"

Tan Qing shrank her neck, trying to retract her whole person into the cotton-padded clothes, and then retorted: "Fart, this is obviously already the main business."

He Mingyu frowned: "Don't use swear words."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing sighed: "Master, big benefactor, big boss, can you let me sell this out? It's rare to have a good business today."

He Mingyu just saw the humble billboard.

Twenty-one.

He glanced at it, and there were about ten more.

Then He Mingyu was very annoyed to find that his eyes were always looking at Tan Qing uncontrollably.

—Tan Qing bent down to place things on the floor.

—Tan Qing stomped her feet.

-Tan Qing sneezed.

The corners of his eyes were redder, as pitiful as if he had been badly bullied.

He Mingyu took out the wallet, touched five red sheets of Grandpa Mao and handed them to Tan Qing: "Twenty-one, there are 17 left, the rest..."

Tan Qing took the money quickly and put it in her pocket, smiling so that her eyes were bent: "The rest is a tip, right? I know you all love to tip!"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu also sighed: "Let's see where you are worth tipping?"

Tan Qing thought about it seriously, and tentatively said to the sponsor's father: "Ice and snow, stick to my post, love my job, and serve the public?"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu turned around unbearably and said, "Okay, close the stall, talk about it and refuse to sleep, you come to coax."

Only then did Tan Qing remember that he had to tell Tanji a story every night.

This is what he saw from the human TV early education channel, saying that it is conducive to children's intellectual development and can cultivate children's all-round development.

However, Tan Qing has been patiently cultivating for more than 20 days, and Tan Jiji did not grow a tail.

Don't say it.

Humans are big assholes.

While thinking about it, Tan Qing looked at the dozen or so fox pendants left in his backpack, and finally decided to stick to the last day under the influence of He Mingyu's money.

He scribbled the zipper of the backpack, stood up and ran towards He Mingyu: "Wait for me, wait for me!"

The author has something to say: Small theater, Tan Qingqing: Can't set up a street stall! It's about to change career! What are you doing! [Anxious leg shaking]

He Mingyu: Come and be my Xiaomi?

Rong Sheng: Come and be my lover?

Ji Yanxiu: Come and learn filming with me?

Ran Anluo:? ? ? Why do I feel that I have lost something? ? ?