After the video ended, Song Yunran decided to take a stroll at home for a while.
He walked out of the bedroom and stood on the second floor watching the afterglow of the setting sun come in from the six-meter-high floor-to-ceiling windows. He was in a wonderful mood.
It's like a martial arts practitioner finally got through the two veins of Ren and Du. This is the first time he thought of a new way to make money without relying on "precognition".
Although the degree of risk has also doubled, this feeling of strategizing made him feel the joy of being the president.
The doorbell rang downstairs, interrupting Song Yunran's thoughts.
The aunt who had just cleaned up the kitchen opened the door and quickly came to the living room: "Yun Ran, a Mr. Qin is looking for you."
Song Yunran was inconvenient to go downstairs: "Let him come up."
When Qin Ke went up to the second floor, Song Yunran had already slipped back into bed.
He was leaning against the head of the bed, with a laptop on his lap, frowning slightly, tapping the keyboard a few times with his fingertips, looking like an excellent president who still does not forget his work while sick.
The premise is, if you don't look at his soft forehead hair, loose cotton pajamas and drinks and snacks on the bedside table.
Qin Ke suppressed a smile and knocked on the door: "Mr. Song, can I come in?"
"Huh?" Song Yunran raised his head, "Oh, it's you, come in."
Meeting Xiao Song's expectant eyes, Qin Ke came all the way to his bedside and stood still.
He didn't know what to think, first he waited calmly for more than ten seconds, and when Song Yunran's president's airs were about to collapse, he asked, "Are you busy?"
Song Yunran quickly turned the laptop screen over: "Look at the plan I wrote."
His tone was full of pride, "Last night after you left, I thought about it for a long time, and today I woke up and tossed about this thing. I just finished a meeting with Assistant Tang, and he very much agrees with my thoughts."
Qin Ke bent down, his eyes slowly scanned the content of the document, and he said after a long time, "It's very powerful."
Song Yunran originally just wanted to show off the fruits of today's labor casually.
He didn't expect Qin Ke to look at it so carefully, and even the brief compliment seemed too sincere, so he subconsciously asked, "Is it really that powerful? Don't lie to me."
Qin Ke said, "I didn't lie to you."
Before his rebirth, he was already a first-line artist and had been involved in many investment fields.
Although the plan in front of me is relatively rough, it is enough to see that the person in charge of the plan has a keen sense of business.
Song Yunran puffed up his chest: "You have a good eye."
As he said that, he threw the notebook aside, "What is a mere 500 million, just watch me get a billion in minutes."
Qin Ke raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of being sent to marry now?"
"..."
Song Yunran choked for a moment, but he was actually a little scared.
After all, there is no original work for his reference this time, and no one can tell the ending until the end.
But he didn't want to show timidity, so he pretended to be indifferent and said, "Why don't we just get married, what a big deal."
A chill appeared on Qin Ke's face that he didn't even notice: "Really?"
The surrounding air seemed to be a few degrees lower.
Song Yunran didn't understand why he wrapped the quilt tightly: "I've thought about it, if Xinghe really can't meet my mother's request, then..."
He paused for half a beat, and said seriously, "I'll just kneel down and beg her."
The snow and ice in Qin Ke's eyes suddenly dissipated.
Instead, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, a good way."
Song Yunran felt that he was being pissed off.
Everyone knows that the method of kneeling and begging for mercy is very cowardly, but the other party is the chairman of Ningdong Group, and as the son of the chairman, he is not ashamed to kneel to his mother.
He took apart a lollipop and held it in his mouth, raised his head and asked, "What do you mean, do you really want to see me kneel?"
Naive, so naive.
Do you know that the last person to kneel is you, Mr. Qin.
Qin Ke didn't answer, but took out a small paper bag and handed it over: "I bought it on the way, see if you need it."
The paper bag was about the size of half a palm, and it was so light and light that it made people suspect that there was nothing in it.
Song Yunran opened it curiously, and found a beautiful and delicate amulet inside.
Turning to the back, I found that the building embroidered on it was a temple in Yan City that was rumored to be particularly effective.
It happened to be the one he was planning to find time to visit when he was in the hospital last night.
Song Yunran licked his lower lip, and the tip of his tongue tasted the sweetness of the lollipop.
He asked in a daze: "You see that I have been too unlucky recently, so you specifically beg for me?"
Qin Ke nodded.
Song Yunran was overjoyed.
Heh, this silly son, what did you say that you bought it on the way.
When he doesn't know where this temple is
Just after buying it today, I eagerly delivered it to my home, which is really rare for him to show filial piety.
But Song Yunran quickly became alert again.
He asked cautiously: "Are you sure this is a talisman, not a marriage talisman?"
Don't Qin Ke make a wish in the temple to have a good relationship with him for a hundred years, and then secretly poke and send it to him to deceive him!
Qin Ke was quiet, and then said: "There are words on it, have you read it?"
"… Oh."
Song Yunran cleared his throat in embarrassment, unwilling to admit that he was almost passively becoming illiterate, and said duplicity, "Then I will accept it reluctantly. But don't believe too much in these things, everything must be scientific, and you must rely on your own efforts to succeed." Row."
As a person who has returned from rebirth, he said the word "speaking science" with a guilty conscience.
Qin Ke, who had the same experience, thought that just talking about rebirth is unscientific enough.
But he is still good at it: "Well, I know how to work hard."
The light of the setting sun outside the window reflected on his face, making his facial features deeper and deeper.
Qin Ke smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you kneel down and beg Bai Dong."
After Qin Ke left, Song Yunran got up from the bed.
This move was too fast, almost pulling the wound.
With a groan, he slowed down and walked to the sofa, picked up the mobile phone that had been left there before, put the amulet in front, and looked at it through the viewfinder.
In the half-darkness of the evening, the silk thread of the amulet glowed with light.
Song Yunran kept adjusting the angle and pressed the camera button one after another.
After taking more than a dozen photos in one breath, I slowly selected the most satisfying one, and carefully added a filter to it.
After doing all this, Song Yun felt anxious after realizing it.
Where is he going to send this photo
A circle of friends, but this is the first gift that cheap son gave him, and there are not enough people in the circle of friends for him to show off.
Song Yunran hesitated for a long time, and decided to re-register a Weibo.
Then send a message to Assistant Tang: [Quickly notify everyone in the company to follow me.]
Assistant Tang passed on the president's order in a daze.
After a few hours, smart netizens discovered this Weibo.
With the mentality of watching the fun, everyone clicked on the attention.
At the same time, he secretly speculated that Song Yunran, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened Weibo, could something big be about to happen
Chu Xiaochen's fate is still vivid in his mind, the gossiping netizens dare not sleep, and the conscientious marketing account dare not put down their mobile phones, for fear that if they are not careful, they will miss the big news.
Song Yunran kept refreshing the page, watching his fan list first from company employees to company artists and finally to various netizens. After the increase of almost one hundred thousand, he curled his lips and decided to do it today in dissatisfaction.
Hundreds of thousands of people are always more than the hundreds of people in the circle of friends.
He quickly uploaded photos, typed content, and hit send.
All operations are done in one go.
In the blink of an eye, netizens who stayed up all night waiting for the big news saw the first Weibo message sent by the president of Galaxy Entertainment on their homepages.
[Song Yunran: Yeah, I received a gift.]
The attached picture is an amulet that has no explosive point no matter how you look at it.
Netizens were speechless.
Within minutes, they quickly flooded Song Yunran with comments.
[That's it? You made me wait until one o'clock in the morning to show me this? Spam blogger, cancel it.]
[But they didn't say they wanted to break the news.]
[I didn't expect to explode a selfie, but what's the point of sending out a broken amulet.]
[Sorry everyone to understand, this is my son, he was a little shy when he played Weibo for the first time, and his mother criticized him when he went back.]
Song Yunran had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't realize that the situation was like this.
What's the matter with you
Don't you think this photo is well taken, don't you think this amulet is particularly beautiful, and don't you wonder its origin
This netizen is too unprofessional.
Song Yunran simply went into battle himself.
He cut to the garbled trumpet, and typed a comment: [Then who gave this gift?]
Such an inconspicuous comment quickly disappeared without attracting any attention.
Song Yunran was greatly disappointed, so he could only browse the cats and dogs on the front page of the small account depressedly.
After a while, I found another little red dot at the bottom of the page.
Song Yunran hadn't communicated with those people in the group for a long time since he mistakenly joined the group.
He stared at the little red dot, then opened it out of nowhere, only to find that there were still only eleven people inside.
The number of people is very poor, and there is no substitute for a football team.
But the conversations in the group were much more active than last time.
[I don't care, it must have been sent by Qin Ke.]
[What is the operation of sending amulets? Could it be that Ranran has had bad luck recently?]
[If you're lucky, you won't be stuck in the company.]
[Uh, the group leader seems to be one of the people blocking him?]
[... What are you doing? Chu Xiaochen has already been buried in my heart. I also know that I have done wrong before. Please stop mentioning my stupid history.]
Among the other ten people, most of them were those who turned black on Chu Xiaochen's fans.
After mentioning this name, everyone inevitably became angry and flogged the scumbag again before turning the topic back to the two of them.
[But didn't Qin Ke lose resources a few days ago? After being ridiculed for a long time, I think he should also buy an amulet.]
Song Yunran was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that this matter still exists, and Qin Ke has never heard of it.
In fact, it's normal to think about it. The film directed by Tan Ming is undoubtedly a good piece of cake in the entertainment circle. When it was rumored that he was going to make a new film, many brokerage companies made efforts openly and secretly, always thinking that even if it didn't turn out in the end, , It's good to be able to catch some heat.
It's a pity that everyone didn't expect that it would be the little-known Qin Ke who could finally win the male number one in "Jianghu Road".
People are sometimes so contradictory.
If you lose to an actor who is more popular than your own artist, it doesn't matter if you can still comfort yourself.
But to lose to an unknown opponent would be a great insult.
A while ago, those actors who put money on themselves, of course, were ridiculed by netizens who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.
And their fans put the blame on Qin Ke. As soon as the news of the loss of advertising resources came out, they naturally seized the opportunity to sarcasm.
Song Yunran had seen this kind of farce a lot in his previous life, so he should have gotten used to it.
But when he saw someone making fun of Xinghe, as the president, he couldn't bear his ambition.
After all, you can look down on Qin Ke, but you can't look down on his father.
He complained fiercely in his heart, thought for a few seconds after he finished complaining, and then silently corrected his wording.
No, and you are not allowed to look down on Qin Ke.
Song Yunran couldn't stand the excitement, so he urged Assistant Tang to contact Bai Wanning's assistant the next day, wishing to get Qin Ke's new endorsement right away.
Assistant Tang went numb.
Anyway, Mr. Xiao Song couldn't calm down whenever he encountered something related to Qin Ke.
He contacted the special assistant of the group as usual, and the other party had probably received news from Bai Wanning long ago, without asking any further questions, he directly sent the information of the two brands that needed spokespersons, and asked Xinghe to choose a suitable one.
Assistant Tang asked before reading the information, "Can't I have both?"
After all, this is something Mr. Xiao Song specially ordered, and he still hopes to do the best as possible.
The special assistant said coldly: "Assistant Tang, Director Bai also has a bottom line."
Assistant Tang ended the call disheveledly, thinking that Mr. Song, I can only help you here, opened the email from the special assistant, then took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put them on again, and finally stared at got there.
A men's clothing, a quick drink.
They are all well-known national brands with a high status in the hearts of young people.
Assistant Tang had to admit that he felt a little uneasy.
The treatment is too good, what if Qin Ke is under too much pressure and does not perform well at that time.
When Chen Jing received the message from Assistant Tang, she was sitting in the same car as Qin Ke and was leaving to participate in the script reading of "Jianghu Road".
She gets along with Qin Ke more than Assistant Tang, and knows Qin Ke's character better, so she doesn't have the same worries as Assistant Tang.
But after reading the information, she still put forward her own opinion reasonably.
"I recommend you to choose fast-moving drinks."
Chen Jing showed him the interface she just found on her mobile phone, "The last spokesperson of this men's clothing brand was a professional model, who was able to walk in the fashion show every year, and the expressive power of both photos and videos is very good. .If the new spokesperson is replaced by you, it is likely to be deliberately compared by interested people."
However, Qin Ke just smiled calmly after listening.
"It's okay, I'm never afraid to compare myself with others."