The winner is crowned king [entertainment circle]

Xiang Ling thoughtfully said, "What benefits does Mr. Yu want?"

The other party laughed and showed his big yellow teeth: "I don't need money. Mr. Chu is a talented person, smart and capable. I wonder if you can come to my house to exchange experience. I really want to hear the history of Mr. Chu's fame." After finishing speaking, he Leaning towards Xiang Ling, his expression was unclear, but his hand was restless, and he gently swept the back of Xiang Ling's hand.

Xiang Ling understood, and said calmly: "President Yu is being polite, I don't have much talent, I have a lot to learn, and my work is not refined. If I go to President Yu's house, I'm afraid I will do something wrong."

Mr. Yu smiled and said it was okay, then leaned against him and said, if you go, I will invest [-] million.

Xiang Ling got up politely, and apologized very sincerely: "I'm sorry, the reception smells strong and I'm not feeling well, Mr. Yu should go back earlier, it's windy at night, be careful of catching cold."

Xiang Ling turned around, and Mr. Yu who was behind him didn't intend to let him go, and pulled his arm, intensified and mocked a rich man. "Just stay with me for a month."

Xiang Ling held back his anger, and said calmly: "I'm really not good at accompanying people, so Mr. Yu should hire someone else."

I haven't heard that Tai always has such a habit, if he doesn't come, why bother to bring shame on himself.

The arrogant Mr. Yu can only reject others, and he has never been rejected by others. He lost face and naturally refused to let Xiang Ling go. He firmly grasped Xiang Ling's arm and said nothing politely.

"Do you think filming and soliciting sponsors are so pure now? I haven't slept with any of the people in your circle who don't pay for money?"

I don't want your money anymore.Xiang Ling remembered that he said this, and then looked at Mr. Yu's ugly face, wanted to laugh but his face froze.

The next moment, as if God had made a joke with him, Ji Ruohe appeared in his line of sight, with Duan Kongqing standing beside him.

They were chatting happily with a middle-aged woman, and Ji Ruohe also caught a glimpse of him, and his eyes lingered for a moment on the arm that was always holding Xiang Ling, and then looked away after just one glance.

Xiang Ling's heart was severely hammered, and the eyes that turned away without nostalgia were like moonlight pouring on the garden, all of which were spurned and dismissive.

Xiang Ling was stunned for a while like this, Mr. Ren grabbed his arm red, and said something ugly, but Xiang Ling couldn't hear him, he just wanted to leave.

With such a distance, Ji Ruohe must not be able to hear anything, but he is arguing with a man, and it doesn't sound good to say anything.He doesn't know why he still cares about what Ji Ruohe thinks of him. He thinks that everything is resigned, he loves himself, and he doesn't need to look at others, but every time Ji Ruohe's eyes look at him, the knife in the cold moon always changes his heart. Got blood dripping.

The blade didn't move, enough to scar him all over.

Xiang Ling scolded himself for being cheap, and he scolded himself more than once.

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Walking past Ji Ruohe, Xiang Ling smiled like a stranger, nodded politely, and passed by.

Duan Kongqing touched him lightly, and Ji Ruohe immediately pulled Duan Kongqing to his side.

Xiang Ling left without looking back, and returned disappointed, but also moved forward full of fighting spirit.

Take your time and it will work once in a while.

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Day after day, the next day, as usual, Xiang Ling was going to watch the film crew. Just as he got in the car and was about to drive to the film crew, Ji Ruohe's phone call came unexpectedly.

"Are you free?" The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have just woken up, his voice was hoarse with the blade unsheathed.

Xiang Ling said, "What's the matter, Mr. Ji?"

"My assistant is on a business trip, come and pick me up." Ji Ruohe asked Xiang Ling to guess without saying the address or where he was going.

Xiang Ling hung up the phone, adjusted his breathing, turned the steering wheel and drove towards Ji Ruohe's villa.

On the way, he bought breakfast, and when he arrived at his house Ruo Ruo Ji Ruo He ate it, and kept it for himself, if he didn't eat it, he brought breakfast for the boss, he was considered a good man.

When Xiang Ling arrived, Ji Ruohe was still in the bedroom, the housekeeper invited him in, and then led him out.

Ji Ruohe's bedroom is so big that it's not empty. Except for the bed, table and stool, and the sandalwood bookshelf, there is still something missing, especially in the northwest corner. That stop filled a lot.

Ji Ruohe stood in front of the railing of the balcony, put his hands on it, and looked ahead, with no bright eyes.

The sound Xiang Ling made while walking was enough to let Ji Ruohe know that he was coming, so Ji Ruohe didn't speak, and he didn't speak either. The more mistakes he said, the less he said.

"Did you bring breakfast?" Ji Ruohe said, smelling the aroma.

Xiang Ling said, "I brought some." He didn't say how much or who he brought, so that Ji Ruohe would be able to advance and retreat if he asked further questions.

"For me?"

The old man didn't directly explain whether he ate or not. If he asked Xiang Ling and answered yes, he said that he had eaten, wouldn't he lose face.

"En." Xiang Ling struggled to no avail, and simply gave up.

"Let it go."

Xiang Ling listened to his words and put the breakfast on the round table next to him. Ji Ruohe looked back at him and said, "Did you go to the bell tower yesterday?"

Xiang Ling bowed his head: "Yes."

"doing what?"

"Nothing, boring, join in the fun."

The red marks that were pulled out by Mr. Yu yesterday had disappeared after a night of sleep, and Xiang Ling's body was not stained by yesterday's wind and moon.

"Really? Why did you pretend not to know me when you saw me yesterday?"

A big boss of Lingmei and a small employee of Lingmei, although they know their names and identities, they are not familiar enough to stop and chat and laugh, not to mention Duan Kongqing is by their side.

Xiang Ling felt that it was best for him to pretend to be smiling to everyone, and no one would offend him.

Xiang Ling didn't say a word. The real reason was that his body was not familiar with Ji Ruohe.

Unexpectedly, Ji Ruohe suddenly approached, he was taller than Xiang Ling, and his thin red lips were close to his temples, exhaling an ambiguous breath.

"Tell me why you pretend you don't know me."

The tone was quite persuasive, as if he was going to strangle him to death if he couldn't get an answer.

Fragilely exposed to the air, Xiang Ling was distracted, fled a little farther away in a hurry, and tried his best to restrain himself and said, "I have a bad reputation. If I go up to say hello to you, others will look at me and call me It's nothing, it's not good to gossip about Mr. Ji, besides, there are many reporters on that occasion, so be careful."

Ji Ruohe left his side, snorting: "You have thoughts."

The most simple soy milk in the breakfast shop has the most simple fragrance. Ji Ruohe couldn't escape its temptation, so he took a sip of the soy milk on the table.

A little sweet, mostly bean flavor.

"There's chai tea in the fridge, make some."

Xiang Ling took the order, eager to leave Ji Ruohe's bedroom, and ran out as if to save his life.

After serving Ji Ruohe early in the morning, he thought he could leave without incident, but he said that his assistant was on a business trip and he wanted to be his assistant for a day.

Xiang Ling has never done errands for others. He used to be a small head in the company. If it doesn't matter, he will hand over the tasks assigned by his superiors to his subordinates, so he has basically never done errands.

But Ji Ruohe's order is like the emperor's order in ancient times, he can only obey and cannot resist.

Ever since he followed Ji Ruohe into the company, Xiang Ling had received a lot of unfriendly looks from all directions, and after walking a few steps, he would receive a few documents and walked to the boss's office on the sixteenth floor.

Ji Ruohe entered the office, and Xiang Ling carefully sat on the opposite side of the boss's seat and waited.

The high-rise buildings are extremely cold, the sky is visible when you look up, and there is no view to enjoy when you look down. There is no place to rest your eyes. Xiang Ling rolled his eyes and closed them.

Close your thoughts in the dark, isolate the outside world, and feel a little more at ease.

When he was in high school, he was tired of doing his homework, so he would close his eyes slightly to relax for a while.

When he closed his eyes, what Xiang Ling thought of was nothing but the golden beach and the silvery waves. The blue sea was the dreamland that children of their age yearned for the most, because the sea is open to all rivers, boundless, and can accommodate infinite dreams , and the carefreeness of wanton everything.

In his impression, the sea is the sunshine and the end of all pain.

When and where, what he sees when he closes his eyes is always what he yearns for the most in his heart.

The sea is still so blue.

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"Chu Jiang." Xiang Ling woke up when he heard the sound, sat up, and didn't know when he slid down the back of the sofa. He quickly woke up and turned towards Ji Ruohe.

"Take this document to PR and bring back a cup of coffee, no sugar, on the way."

Xiang Ling stepped forward to take the documents, and closed the glass door with a slight sound.

The unyielding and unyielding figure overlapped with someone in memory, and then turned into a white dot and flew farther and farther away.

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The document submitted by the public relations department is a summary of the artist's public relations image process from May to September, including various activities attended by the artist and personnel arrangements.There is a small summary every month, and a big summary every five months. Each artist has a summary, which is handed over to Ji Ruohe for review and criticism, so that he can use his strengths and avoid weaknesses in the future to get better and better.

As the boss, Ji Ruohe doesn't talk much, and it's unlikely that such a big company will deal with everyone. Everything he said is not nonsense, and every word written in the president's suggestion box at the back of the document is a guide for the next work. Point out the direction, the golden needle is thin and short, the move is fatal, and there are no false shots.

The dot he marked out with a red pen said delete, and the document submitted next time would not have the key points circled last time.

In layman's terms, when Ji Ruohe refers to a "due east direction", it does not only mean looking at the people or things over there, but also the rising sun.

Xiang Ling walked through the corridor with the documents from the public relations department under his arm, and was bumped into his arms by a reckless little girl, who accidentally spilled water from his shoe.A small piece of the document was wet, and it happened to be the piece where Ji Ruohe wrote the comment.

Water marks across Ji Ruohe's graceful font, blurring the page, washing away the obscure but hiding the bright meaning of sunflower flowers.

The little girl was an intern, maybe her boss was in a hurry to ask her to deliver something, and she kept walking with a water glass in her hand, so she bumped into Xiang Ling in a panic.

sorry.Speaking of kneeling down to wipe the water stains on his shoes, Xiang Ling quickly stopped her, said softly "no need", patted the wrinkled clothes, and left with the documents between her arms.

The text on the document was almost invisible. Xiang Ling decided to go back and let Ji Ruohe write it again. I met an employee of the public relations department, who pointed to the document in his hand and asked Xiang Ling if Boss Ji asked him to deliver the document.

Xiang Ling replied yes, but before he had time to explain what happened just now, the man took the document away from his hand, Xiang Ling raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth, and finally fell silent.

When he turned around and poured coffee for Ji Ruohe and delivered it to the office door, the employee came to him. He didn't care about pointing at Xiang Ling's nose and scolding Xiang Ling in front of the president's office. Domineering, saying that Xiang Ling didn't know what face to show when sending a document, what kind of temper he was playing, the document was damaged, and logically it couldn't be stored in the company's files.

This matter is not too much on Xiang Ling's head, he was accidentally hit by someone, otherwise he would not have wet the document.

The man scolded for a long time, but Xiang Ling only said I'm sorry, if you make a mistake, you can't blame others, the more you say, the more fierce you scold.

Later, people from the public relations department reprinted a copy of the document and sent it to Ji Ruohe for re-approval.

Xiang Ling turned around and found that Ji Ruohe was looking at him expressionlessly through the glass door.