Sui Si's body swayed and he stood still.
There was some confusion and irritation on his face. He instinctively wanted to argue, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
Nie Chi was not the first person to bring up this matter.
Of course, his affair with Ke Ming was no secret within the studio. The studio had been so busy these days that several of the directors who had not yet resigned could not help but mention to Sui Si, either explicitly or implicitly, whether the remaining half of the staff could be transferred back first.
Nie Chi simply raised the questions that everyone dared not say out loud but were clearly hidden in their eyes, and directly put them in front of him.
Sui Si was breathing heavily, his throat was too hoarse to speak, and he looked up and stared at Nie Chi.
Nie Chi was hired by the Sui family.
This kind of person who receives another salary, even if it seems to be working for him for the time being, must be trying to find an opportunity to sow discord between him and Ke Ming so as to separate him and Ke Ming and make him go back home in poverty.
… The only problem was that Nie Chi must have deliberately misinterpreted the current situation in order to mislead him.
Sui Si was so confused by the events of the past few days that his mind was in a mess. He couldn't find any loopholes in Nie Chi's question, so he just kept silent and waited coldly for Nie Chi to continue talking nonsense.
Nie Chi looked down at his watch and walked straight to the door.
Sui Si: “…”
"Stop!" Sui Si tried to stop him, "Where are you going?—"
Nie Chi looked at him inexplicably: "Go home, Mr. Sui."
Sui Si looked a little ugly.
He didn't expect that Nie Chi would just leave like that.
But since he had already made up his mind that he would never listen to anything Nie Chi said, it seemed unreasonable to ask Nie Chi to continue.
…
But why can’t Xiao Ming come and ask him
Sui Si knew that Ke Ming was also short of staff. But even if he just came to ask him, if Ke Ming's team was short of people, he would not really transfer half of the people back.
From the time Yu Tang got into trouble until now, Ke Ming had called him every day, gently and tolerantly, helping him to relieve his stress and listening to him vent, and he even specially set aside an evening to come home and be with him.
But from the beginning till now, Ke Ming has never asked him once whether he should return the staff of the studio.
If Nie Chi insisted on bringing up this matter today, Sui Si would be too annoyed to think about it and would just think that he was deliberately trying to sow discord.
But Nie Chi said nothing. Sui Si was led by the question and began to lose control of his thoughts.
Sui Si frowned, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and he tried hard to suppress his complicated thoughts. He knocked out a cigarette, lit it, took two deep puffs, and forced himself not to think too much.
"Mr. Sui, please move aside," Nie Chi said, "It's already four minutes past seven."
Sui Si raised his eyes, he could not respond, he only asked hoarsely: "What's the matter?"
Nie Chi shook his head: "No, it's just that my overtime pay during non-working hours is 5,000 yuan per hour."
Knowing that the studio's cash flow was tight recently, Nie Chi stood at the door and kindly reminded him: "If it exceeds five minutes, round it up and it will be calculated as 10 hours."
Sui Si's face turned pale, and he was startled by these words, and his breath was almost choked back into his chest.
Not to mention that these professional managers are so inhumane that they actually ask for overtime pay... How can there be such a rounding robber algorithm? !
There has been too much work these days, so Nie Chi inevitably has to work overtime. According to this calculation, how much money has he spent
In the past, the studio had ample funds, so a little money was nothing. But now that so much has been lost, every penny is spent with great care. But at this time, there is actually such a strange expense...
"I will go to the finance department to collect the overtime pay myself, so as not to increase the workload for the studio."
Nie Chi said: "My hourly wage is not that high. After Mr. Yu left, many companies and studios in the industry sent me invitations. I roughly read the contact letter he gave, and the hourly overtime wage for non-working hours was -"
Sui Si interrupted him sharply: "Enough!"
Nie Chi stopped talking.
"Let's go." Sui Si didn't want to hear anything about Yu Tang now. He had a severe headache and had begun to feel that it was a mistake for him to get entangled with a professional manager. "I don't want to see you again today... Go out."
Nie Chi nodded: "Yes."
Sui Si was exhausted and didn't want to say another word. He walked back to the sofa, sat down on it, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Nie Chi opened the office door.
He never went against Sui Si's wishes. He used his work phone at the door to contact the cleaning staff for Sui Si and left Sui Si's deserted and messy office on time at 7:06.
In the villa, Yu Tanggang cooked himself a hot pot.
In the warm air of the air conditioner, the light strips simulating natural light illuminate the whole room gently and brightly.
The steam was hazy, the bright red spicy soup base was bubbling, the rapeseed was emerald green, the thinly sliced beef slices were curled up after being scalded, and the aroma wrapped people up in it.
"System." Yu Tang held a piece of freshly cut radish in his mouth and arranged the work in a vague manner, "Watch it, turn to low heat in a few minutes."
The system made a "ding" sound and set a countdown of 10 minutes.
Yu Tang opened the refrigerator.
Despite the repeated assurances from the psychologist, the people at W&P were still worried that he had not yet recovered all his life skills and might accidentally starve himself to death at home.
Before Darren left, he not only left a life monitoring bracelet that could be used to ask for help and alarm at any time, but also took him to the refrigerator and asked Yu Tang to identify the name of each vegetable. He even repeatedly reminded him that some vegetables cannot be eaten directly, but must be washed and cut into different shapes, and some inedible roots and stems must be thrown away.
Yu Tang had no other choice but to cook a whole pot of oil-splashed noodles, which finally put the worried W&P employee at ease. Without further teaching him how to use kitchen knives and cooking utensils, he burped and left the villa in an orderly manner.
"Let's eat." Yu Tang cut the tofu and ham slices and asked the system, "Is there any way for me to come out and eat?"
The system had been staring at the red hot pot soup for fifty seconds, flashing a red light, and raining misery on him in the sea of consciousness.
Yu Tang: “…”
Yu Tang went to prepare a bowl of dipping sauce for himself, took a can of iced cola, bought a bag of hot pot flavored potato chips for the system, and sat back at the dining table.
On the high-definition LCD TV opposite the dining table, the system was broadcasting the plot of the studio.
After Nie Chi left, the office fell silent.
Sui Si wanted to take a nap. He had been busy these days. He fell on the sofa and soon fell asleep unconsciously because of exhaustion.
Unfortunately, I couldn't even get a good night's sleep. After only ten minutes, I was woken up by the cleaning lady who came to clean the office.
Sui Si was staggering as he walked, his eyes full of bloodshot from exhaustion. This time he didn't even have the energy to get angry and walked out of the door in silence.
He stood in the empty corridor for a long time, walked to the end, took out the key, and opened Yu Tang's office.
There was no one in the office long ago. The lights that used to be on almost all night were turned off, and the room was pitch dark.
…
"Stay there, stay there."
The system still cannot understand many complex human behaviors. It turns appetite into motivation to learn and holds the notebook: "Why did Sui Si come to my office?"
Yu Tang didn't quite understand, and answered the system blindly: "Maybe it's quiet outside, so he wants to catch up on some sleep."
The system flashed a small red light, and the old man took notes.
Yu Tang picked up a handful of fatty beef with his chopsticks, blew it until it was half cold, and put it contentedly into the small porcelain bowl containing the dipping sauce.
The system suddenly asked: "What is the host?"
"It's the dipping sauce." Yu Tang said, "I learned it from someone else. Boil the chili peppers in boiling oil, add minced garlic and celery, a spoonful of aged vinegar, a small spoonful of salt, and a tablespoon of sesame paste. When it cools down, add coriander."
system:"… "
Yu Tang looked up and saw a new paused image on the screen: "..."
Yu Tang: "It is a product of human beings' unique attempt to use some unproven supernatural concept to interfere with the objective laws of things. It is the product of the projection of thoughts."
The system didn’t understand: “What?”
Yu Tang: "Pray for good luck and protect the lucky bag."
The two lucky bags in Sui Si's hand were already very old. If Yu Tang hadn't recently reviewed the previous plots, he would have almost forgotten them.
It was during the first two years that Yu Tang entered the studio.
Yu Tang was too young to believe anything anyone said. He heard that there was a temple on the mountain where the lucky bags he prayed for always worked, so he kept it in mind.
That was the first time he had a full day off since he started working. Yu Tang quietly went up the mountain, and sincerely asked for a month's salary in exchange for two lucky bags.
He knew that Sui Si liked Ke Ming, so he prayed for Sui Si to have everything go well and for Ke Ming to have a successful career.
He originally wanted to ask for some for himself, but the money was not enough for him.
Yu Tang was reluctant to take the cable car. When he walked down the mountain, he picked up a small round stone on the side of the road, washed it, and put it in his pocket, as if he was praying for himself to have "candy every day as a talisman".
He missed the job that time.
The studio held an emergency meeting. Yu Tang was on the mountain and his cell phone had no signal, so he was unable to answer the call from his agent. When he came down the mountain and saw the missed call, he had already missed the call.
“I really wanted to take the cable car.”
That was all Yu Tang remembered. He even forgot why he didn’t give out the two lucky bags. But he still vividly remembered how his legs hurt for a whole day while hiking down the mountain. “The cable car ticket was only 20 yuan, but those two lucky bags were 2,000 yuan.”
Yu Tang, who had just arrived at the Deep Affectionate Spare Tire Department and had never suffered any injustice, almost ignored the OOC and went online to take on the business of asking for lucky bags. He sold two small cloth bags that cost no more than ten yuan at a markup of two thousand five.
The system was more interested in , and was somewhat surprised, flashing a small red light: "Can I still ask for the lucky bag?"
"I can also burn incense, copy Buddhist scriptures, and arrange various bracelets of walnuts for you."
Yu Tangzhen has studied the entire business. He is not sleepy when talking about it. He pulls up the system: "It is not difficult to start a business from scratch. The first pot of gold can be accumulated anyway. The difficulty and excitement are in the future..."
He really liked talking about it, and he was so excited that he pulled out the relevant information sent by w&p as an example, and casually checked off several hidden dangers and potential points to be explored.
The system listened attentively and tried to take notes, no longer paying attention to the constantly changing surveillance video.
In the picture, Sui Si stood for a long time before walking to the desk.
The whole studio was in a hurry and chaos these days. No one had time to clean up the office. The things that had been knocked over in the chaos were still in their original places. The windows were half open, and Yu Tang's desk was covered with a light layer of dust.
Yu Tang was discovered in an office. The employees in the studio only dared to discuss it in whispers and never dared to be heard by Sui Si.
But Sui Si still heard it.
Yu Tang had lost his self-consciousness by then. He returned to the studio and wanted to work out of inertia, but he could no longer muster up any energy.
The employee who came to the office noticed that something was wrong with him and called out to him a few times. When Yu Tang didn't respond, he went over and patted him on the shoulder.
Yu Tang was sitting at his desk, his outstretched hand resting loosely on the edge of the table. Someone tapped him lightly, and he fell to the ground silently.
…
Sui Si lowered his head and looked at the two very old lucky bags in his palms.
Yu Tang didn't know where he got the news from, but he actually went to the mountain to beg for something. He missed the call on the mountain, and when he came down the mountain, he saw the missed call and rushed back, but he had already missed the time.
The agent had always disliked Yu Tang, so without listening to Yu Tang's explanation, he notified the HR department to terminate the contract and asked Yu Tang to pack up and leave.
Yu Tang was terrified, and hid in a corner of the bathroom, refusing to come out no matter who called him.
Sui Si was in a good mood that day and felt there was no need to get angry with his assistant. He rejected his agent's arrangement and immediately stopped the Human Resources Department to take Yu Tang back to continue working.
The incident was quite a big one, but calming it down was just a piece of cake, and no one took it seriously. A few days later, it was Sui Si's birthday. Yu Tang had calmed down enough, and finally mustered up the courage. With a red face, he stopped Sui Si and stammered to give him a birthday present.
Sui Si had no habit of celebrating birthdays, and he never believed in those random blessing things. He waved his hand casually, refused to accept it, and let Yu Tang take it back and wear it for fun.
…
Sui Si put the lucky bag on the table and picked up the things that fell on it.
He still doesn't believe that the lucky bag has any effect, but he suddenly remembered Yu Tang who thought he was really going to be fired that day.
No matter before or after, Sui Si had never seen Yu Tang so frightened.
He was shaking, sweating profusely, and looked like he had just been fished out of the water. He huddled in a corner, holding his head tightly, and could only mechanically repeat "I'm sorry" and "Please drive me away" over and over again.
No one could pull it apart, and no one knew how such a skinny and weak child could be so brave.
After that, Yu Tang never had a day off.
Even though he had later become Yu Tang's special assistant in charge of the entire studio, when someone advised Yu Tang to take a vacation and relax, he just smiled, shook his head, and went back to his office to continue handling those trivial tasks that were not too urgent.
Sui Si was used to someone always working around the clock, and used to someone arranging everything silently at all times.
It was not until now that he finally realized how difficult it would be to accomplish something he thought was the most ordinary without Yu Tang.
Sui Si held the two lucky bags and leaned back in his chair.
He was exhausted by the events of the past few days. He sat in the quiet office for a long time, where no one disturbed him. Finally, he took out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
The call was picked up quickly on the other end. Amid the slightly noisy background, Ke Ming's voice came out of the microphone: "Brother?"
Ke Ming is at the recording site of a variety show.
Sui Si hadn't been able to officially work for several days. When he heard the sound test, he felt a little strange: "Xiao Ming."
"What's wrong?" Ke Ming asked in a low voice, "Brother, where are you? Did something happen to you?"
Still outside, with many people around, his voice was low, but one could still hear his clear worry and concern.
Sui Si was unable to say what he had prepared: "… It's okay, Xiaoming, I—"
On the other end, the voice of Ke Ming's agent urging him to come over could be heard faintly.
Ke Ming was arguing with his manager. He was probably covering the microphone, and his voice came through intermittently: "... No, my brother has something to do... Let's go first..."
Sui Si listened and suddenly woke up.
In order to be with him, Ke Ming and his agent were stubborn and said they would bear all the consequences themselves, not even taking their future and development seriously.
How could Ke Ming deliberately not return that half of the team to him
It's just that there were too many things to do in the past two days, and I was too busy and confused, so I didn't think about it for a while.
As long as he is reminded, Ke Ming will definitely agree more readily than anyone else.
Sui Siwei didn't want Ke Ming to return the person. He had picked the most outstanding elites in the team for Ke Ming. Now half of the backbones on Ke Ming's side were from Sui Siwei's studio. If he rashly pulled them out, there would definitely be problems.
Sui Si had suffered enough from the shutdown of his studio, and it was impossible for him to involve Ke Ming in order to solve his own difficulties.
Sui Si figured out the whole thing, and he felt much better. He exhaled, smiled and said, "It's nothing... Xiaoming, let me ask you something."
"Yeah." Ke Ming probably changed his posture, and the noise around him became much quieter. "Brother, go ahead and talk."
Sui Si held the phone and after a moment of hesitation, he pressed the recording button.
"It's not a big deal." Sui Si said, "There's not enough staff on the other side of the studio. Do you remember the half I put over there..."
He just wanted to prove it.
Not to prove it to myself, but to prove it to Nie Chi, to give that inhuman professional manager a slap in the face—
Sui Si's thoughts paused. He heard the unusual silence on the other end, and suddenly felt uneasy: "Xiao Ming?"
Ke Ming still didn't speak.
Sui Si held the phone tightly in his hand, a smile still on his face, but his body seemed a little stiff for some reason.
Sui Si had just thought about it. He planned to tell Ke Ming that the other half of the people were not in a hurry to come back, and see if they could help share some of the work remotely. If not, it didn't matter, he would find another way.
But now, hearing the sudden silence from the other side, his words were suddenly stuck in his throat.
"Brother... listen to me, listen to me."
Ke Ming spoke quickly: "It's not that simple. I'm not familiar with the studio and team's processes, and I don't know the ins and outs of it."
Sui Si's throat moved.
He sat for a while before asking in a low voice, "What?"
"Don't worry, I'm here. If you're short of money, I can fill it up for you first."
Ke Ming said: "We need to meet and discuss the other half of the team in detail."
Sui Si said nothing.
He really wanted to ask Ke Ming how complicated the matter was, and he would have to wait until they met to discuss it in detail.
Ke Ming has been recording for the past few days and it is impossible for him to make it back. It will take at least another week for the two of them to meet.
In the current situation, if the gap cannot be filled within a week, he will really... have no choice but to accept the ministers that the Sui family stuffed in.
If the Sui family took over the studio, he would no longer be able to protect Ke Ming from being targeted.
The Sui family intended to ban Ke Ming, and Yu Tang had been handling this matter for the past few years. Sui Si kept it a secret, and Ke Ming had never noticed it during the years they were together.
Sui Si wanted to explain something to Ke Ming, but he just didn't have the energy to do so.
He suddenly wondered, when Yu Tang was speechless and looked at him quietly, was it because he no longer had the energy to speak
Is Yu Tang disappointed in him
When did these disappointments begin, how much have they accumulated, and has it reached a point of no return
"Brother..." Ke Ming didn't hear his response, feeling a little uneasy, "Brother?"
Sui Si looked at the flashing recording prompt on his phone.
He just wanted to record Ke Ming's answer and play it for the professional manager.
"Brother, are you angry?"
On the other end, Ke Ming's voice trembled. He was scared and almost cried. "That's not what I meant. I want to find a way to have the best of both worlds. It's not easy for both of us to get to where we are today. We have to think it through..."
"I'm not angry, Xiao Ming." Sui Si said, "It's okay, don't let your imagination run wild."
Ke Ming stopped talking, his breathing still a little disordered.
Sui Si closed his eyes and said, "I'll listen to you."
He picked up two lucky bags and slowly held them in his hands.
Yu Tang's gentle voice rang in his mind.
The assistant who had just run out of the hospital stopped his car with her body and followed him closely with her eyes: "Teacher Sui."
After receiving the fake marriage contract, he sat quietly in the office all night. The next day, Yu Tang appeared in front of him with red eyes and a firm gaze: "Teacher Sui."
Yu Tang sat in a wheelchair, looking pale and wooden, completely cutting off all communication with the outside world.
After handing him the lucky bag, Yu Tang blushed and spoke incoherently.
He had just been picked to join his team. He was still very young, wearing a pair of washed-out old clothes, and looked almost like a student.
…
"After I finish my work, I'll find some time and we can discuss it."
Sui Si said to Ke Ming: "Let's discuss... what to do."
"We'll see when the time comes." Sui Si said, "Go get busy."
Sui Si stood up, put the two lucky bags into his pocket, and hung up the phone without waiting for Ke Ming's reply.