It's hard to tease a gold master

"Fuck! They're going too far. This is clearly squeezing people out." Wang Zhao and An Fang were both in Song Guocheng's office.Of the three people in the office, none of them looked good.

An Fang looked at Song Guocheng calmly. Song Guocheng has been in the circle of City B for so many years, and his network of contacts is not bad.Song Guocheng comforted the irritable Wang Zhao: "Okay, Wang Zhao, calm down first. Yang Dongshan doesn't even care about public opinion. If he goes too far, there must be some reason for the influence."

"He Xichuan brought money into the team." Wang Zhao stared at the screen with dark eyes, "He is one of the producers, and he is the producer who takes the majority. Unless it is...our side, he can also be the producer."

"No, it's too risky." An Fang disagreed, his gaze sank.

Just when An Fang was about to say the next thing, the phones of Wang Zhao and Song Guocheng rang at the same time.

Wang Zhao and Song Guocheng looked at each other, it was not normal for their phones to ring so coincidentally.

Song Guocheng glanced at the caller ID above, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Fang Qixue." Wang Zhao's lips moved.

A cold light flashed in An Fang's beautiful peach eyes.He didn't speak, and followed Wang Zhao out.After waiting for a while, Song Guocheng answered the phone.

Fang Qixue's voice came out of the microphone unhurriedly.

"I thought you wouldn't answer my phone, Junior Brother."

Wang Zhao looked up at An Fang, his face turned cold: "You called just to talk nonsense?"

"Don't hang up the phone in a hurry. I'm just reminding you." Fang Qixue smiled softly, "Put it next to you." The two of them froze at the same time, and Fang Qixue on the other end of the phone didn't notice it, and said, "Some words , put it next to you, it will be more convenient to talk about."

"Tell him that his older sister misses him very much." Fang Qixue's voice was actually with a faint smile: "Miss has been back for so long, it's a bit unreasonable for him as a younger brother not to visit her."

An Fang and Wang Zhao's expressions turned cold at the same time.

"Fang Qixue." The curvaceous lips let out a voice that was icy, "Who are you?"

"You can think of me as a dog under An Zhiyi's hands." When Fang Qixue said this, there was still

Pleasure.

If it wasn't already crazy, who would say such words willingly!

"By the way, Wang Zhao, you call me senior brother, and I remind you that An Fang is destined to be a tree with a crooked neck. If you hang on him, you will have nothing. So you should make a decision quickly."

After speaking, Fang Qixue hung up the phone.

Wang Zhao shuddered. The people around An Zhiyi were all lunatics!

"...An Fang." Wang Zhao frowned deeply, staring at An Fang, his expression was a little strange.As if in some kind of bewilderment, Wang Zhao was a little worried about him, and pushed An Fang's shoulder.

"Are you OK?"

An Fang suddenly came to his senses as if he had been touched by electricity.An Fang's face darkened, and he asked Wang Zhao in a hoarse voice, "Is there any smoke?"

No? "

Wang Zhao didn't say anything nonsense, he threw the cigarette to him, An Fang deftly opened the package, lit one and took a deep puff.He noticed that An Fang's fingers were trembling.

"An Fang?" Wang Zhao looked at him worriedly.

Arranged a little fidgety, leaned against the wall, flicked off the cigarette ash, and stretched out his hand to press his temple.

"Do you want me to call Mr. Yi?"

"it is good."

Wang Zhao was taken aback, "But your current state..."

An Fang raised his eyes, his voice sank, and said word by word, "Don't say a word to Yi Huai about today's matter."

When the two pushed open the office door, Song Guocheng gave An Fang a weird look. Of course, that was when An Fang stepped in.Soon Song Guocheng's expression returned to normal, and he waved to An Fang: "An Fang, come here."

An Fang walked over with her legs wide open, her steps were so light that she couldn't even hear the sound of her footsteps.

Song Guocheng smiled at An Fang, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Wang Zhao is too familiar with Song Guocheng's expression. Song Guocheng will only show such an expression when he is plotting against others!

Wang Zhao prepared to step forward without even thinking about it, Song Guocheng gave Wang Zhao a warning glance from a corner that An Fang couldn't see.He was startled, his brows were deeply frowned, and under Song Guocheng's disapproving gaze, Yu Anfang walked up to Song Guocheng first, showing a relaxed smile: "President Song."

There was something wrong between the two of them, An Fang felt it.

A cold light flashed in Song Guocheng's eyes, and instead of answering Wang Zhao's words, he looked at An Fang: "An Fang, are you smoking?"

An Fang nodded, seemingly standing casually.

Song Guocheng said: "Oh, that's right. A group held a celebration banquet tonight. They sent out a lot of invitations and invited many famous celebrities. That's what you called me just now. You've been very popular recently. , the traffic is heavy, and they want to ask you to bring a topic."

He paused, and made a "seven" sign with his fingers in front of An Fang. "The appearance fee is this price."

An Fang's current salary for an episode of a TV series has reached 90 yuan, and any appearances in commercial performances are also billed by the hour.Tonight's dinner, the price is not too high, not too low.

However, An Fang didn't care about the money.

He smiled apologetically at Song Guocheng: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I'm not feeling well today, and I plan to go back and rest."

"An Fang, let me save face. This boss has a business cooperation with us. If you are invited to come, if you don't attend, they will say that I am incompetent as a boss, and the artists below can't be called anymore."

A dim light flashed in An Fang's eyes, and the peach blossom eyes were radiant.Song Guocheng didn't have to insist on such a thing.

"Mr. Song, if something like this happened today, there will be a lot of media at that time. It's not suitable for An Fang to show up now." Wang Zhao took a step forward and said.

"Wang Zhao!" Song Guocheng got angry for some reason.Take a cold drink.

As soon as he shouted, the atmosphere in the office became a little awkward.Wang Zhao shut up.

"Mr. Song." An Fang's face turned cold, and he put one hand on the table, staring at Song Guocheng with some presumptuousness.

Cheng's flickering eyes showed nothing to hide: "You don't have to play tricks on me. I am not short of money, and I don't rely on this little resource."

He paused, and his voice suddenly became cold: "But, what is the reason behind your insistence?"

"An Fang." Wang Zhao called An Fang's name in a low voice. Although Song Guocheng was abnormal, An Fang was more or less an artist under Song Guocheng's hands. Talking to Song Guocheng like this was a bit too much.

An Fang ignored it.

Song Guocheng is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he and An Fang looked at each other. If the two people's gazes could be transformed into real objects, it would have already sparked electricity.

"...Okay, I won't hide it from you." Song Guocheng put the caller ID in front of An Fang.

An Fang glanced at the number on the screen very quickly, and his expression changed immediately.

Song Guocheng hugged his chest and leaned on the back of the leather office chair: "Ivan called, there's no need for local snakes to confront Qianglong head-on, besides, I'm not as powerful as her."

"An Fang, don't make it difficult for me. The private affairs between your artists involve the company, so don't worry about the character's affairs because Ivan intervened - this is a big taboo of mine, Song Guocheng." Song Guocheng was a little vicious Glancing at him: "Public and private are distinct. I don't want to emphasize this point."

As soon as the word "Ivan" came out, An Fang knew exactly what was going on.His face suddenly sank.

Fang Qixue called Wang Zhao, An Zhiyi called Song Guocheng, who was going to reach out next.

That's right, he hasn't seen An Zhiyi for a long time.

An Fang's face was so cold that strangers should not enter.

"Got it." Without thinking, he opened the office door and walked out.

"An Fang." Song Guocheng stopped him loudly.

An Fang turned half of his face slightly.

"If it's really something that can't be solved... I hope you can make a correct judgment."

An Fang sneered and left without saying anything.

After all, Song Guocheng is just a businessman, and there is no such thing as friendship.

Wang Zhao paused, turned his head, and looked at the boss who had worked with him for so many years.Song Guocheng twirled his fingers, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Wang Zhao was silent for a while, then smiled mockingly: "Mr. Song, you should change the way you retain people."

"What do you mean?" Song Guocheng frowned.

Wang Zhao twitched his lips, didn't answer, and left with An Fang.

Staring at the backs of the two of them, Song Guocheng's face suddenly became ugly.The secretary who had been guarding outside came in and saw that the boss had a bad face, so he asked tentatively, but before he could speak, Song Guocheng smashed the tortoise shell specimen that he had bought for a lot of money.

It hit the secretary's feet, and he was shocked: "Mr. Song!"

"One or two, I really think of myself as a thing!" Song Guocheng wiped his face and stared at the secretary coldly: "When did you

Now, call Yi Huai over. "

The secretary groaned bitterly in his heart, thinking that the boss was speaking loudly enough to dare to say such things.Of course the secretary didn't dare to show it on his face, "Then, should I call Mr. Yi now?"

"Idiot!" Song Guocheng became angry and calmed down. He glanced at the secretary: "If it wasn't because of his current traffic, I would have made him so arrogant!"

The secretary was curious: "What is An Fang's identity..."

Song Guocheng suddenly turned his head to stare at the secretary, forcing the rest of his words into his throat.

"It's not something you should know, you'd better not know."

"Yes, yes." The secretary quickly found an excuse to escape.

Song Guocheng looked dimly, and lit a cigar. He really didn't expect that there would be such a remarkable person under his hands, the second son of the world-renowned Mance Financial Group, and Yi Huai's lover.

An Fang, how many curious identities do you have?There are times when this little temple of mine cannot keep you.