Feng Zirui looked up at him.
After a long pause, he said, "We do know each other. We participated in the same draft before, so it's a piece of cake..."
Having said that, he stopped again.
Glancing at Jiang Yan's suitcase from the corner of his eyes, he raised his eyebrows: "Hehe, I can't tell, you are quite rich."
Hearing this, Li Qiuqiu came over curiously.
He looked left and looked at the things in Jiang Yan’s suitcase for a long time, and puffed up his cheeks depressedly: "It’s just some nice clothes? Hey, I’m really poor, even if others show off their wealth, they won’t be able to tell Kind of."
Jiang Yan touched his nose.
Lu Weiping is the young master of the Lu family, and he wears high-end luxury brands. In order to keep a low profile, he chose clothes without obvious LOGO. Unexpectedly, Feng Zirui still saw it.
Su Heng got excited when he heard this.
"Lu Weiping, since you are rich, do you have any background? Brother, I am almost out of food, can you introduce some resources to me?"
Feng Zirui couldn't help squinting at the past.
Su Heng said with a bitter face: "I don't want to do this either. But I'm not well-known. Recently, the film and television winter is cold, there is no filming, and I almost can't eat. I can't afford new clothes, so I can only go through seasons. It’s not for making a living, I’m useless in singing and dancing, so I don’t have the cheek to participate in this kind of show?”
Jiang Yan was amused by Su Heng again.
But it's not easy to explain my identity, so I just said vaguely: "I'm a personal trainee. But if there are resources, I will definitely introduce them to you."
Su Heng smiled and said: "Okay, okay, then it's a deal!"
Li Qiuqiu was very puzzled.
"However, even if brother Weiping is rich, he can't be a very rich one, right? What resources do he have? Otherwise, why didn't he even sign with a company, and came to this kind of draft alone?"
Feng Zirui glanced at him, "tsk tsk" twice: "It seems that you really don't recognize these brands."
Jiang Yan touched his nose again.
Although he has tried his best to keep a low profile, the price of this box of clothes is also in eight figures.
Since Feng Zirui is a knowledgeable person, he can naturally think of more. There can be tens of millions of trainees in just a box of clothes, how can it be possible to have no background at all
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But this Feng Zirui...
Jiang Yan looked at the young man beside him with a lazy expression and a wanton expression.
It's kind of interesting.
Jiang Yan: Ba Ye, what is Feng Zirui's background? Give me some information about him
No. 888: Wait, let me help you find out...
Before No. 888 finished speaking, Li Qiuqiu blinked blankly over there.
"Ah? Feng Zirui, what do you mean?"
Feng Zirui continued to pack his luggage.
"It's okay. Work hard. When you become famous and make money in the future, you will know what it means."
Li Qiuqiu still didn't quite understand.
But he was also keenly aware that he was being despised, so he ran to Jiang Yan's side aggrieved, pursing his mouth.
"Brother Weiping, please comfort me, woo woo woo..."
…
The show was recorded very late. After packing up, Jiang Yan and the others were so tired that they fell asleep. Li Qiuqiu didn't even change into his pajamas.
The next day, Jiang Yan was woken up by the sound of washing.
In a daze, he thought he was subconsciously acting like a baby in the last ABO's doomsday world.
"Dong Rui, don't make noise, let me sleep for a while..."