In the evening, Ji Tao came to Han Dong's dormitory again.
"I think Mr. Wang meant to send you to Feng Muzhi's agency."
Han Dong frowned slightly, "Feng Muzhi?"
"It's Feng Jun's cousin, the most famous agent in the industry. Now many of our company's agents are cultivated by her, and I am one of them. She and Mr. Wang have been friends for many years, and every movie that Mr. Wang invests in , will give her artists a certain chance to appear, so signing her is also a good choice."
It sounds really good. It can save you the trouble of getting along with Wang Zhongding day and night, and you can continue on this path. It feels like the first result that the blind man said: approaching perfection... But Han Dong couldn't get excited at all.
"What's wrong?" Ji Tao asked.
Han Dong hooked Ji Tao's shoulder, and grinned, "I can't bear you!"
"Come on, it has nothing to do with me at first glance."
It's true that it has nothing to do with Ji Tao, but Han Dong can't say what it's related to. Looking around, it seems that there is nothing worthy of his nostalgia...
Ji Tao inadvertently mentioned Feng Muzhi's personal experience, "Actually, she debuted as a star at the beginning, and then changed her career to become an agent. She is also a beauty."
Hearing the word "beauty", Han Dong's eyes finally lit up, "Do you have a picture of her?"
"I don't have it on hand, but I can find it online."
Han Dong couldn't wait, "Hurry up, hurry up."
Ji Tao searched for a while, then chose a recent event photo and pointed it to Han Dong, "It's her."
Han Dong was healed in an instant, not bad, not bad.
"Then when will I report to her company?" asked excitedly.
Ji Tao's face turned cold, "As for seeing things differently so quickly?"
Han Dong smiled hypocritically, "Aren't I afraid of dragging you down? Feng Jun spent so much time persuading Wang to let you stay."
Ji Tao thought for a while and said, "President Wang will talk to you the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Han Dong was gearing up with anticipation on his face.
The next morning, Han Dong woke up and started to struggle.
I'm leaving tomorrow, do I want to make Wang Zhong Ding sick again today
In fact, Han Dong couldn't bear it in his heart, because since he joined the company, Wang Zhongding has never been happy. It's a bit unreasonable to make a fuss before leaving. But this is the last chance, wouldn't it be a pity to waste it? What if Wang Zhongding still had some thoughts about himself and changed his mind temporarily
After weighing repeatedly, Han Dong still decided to take the villain to the end and cut off his love completely!
At noon, Han Dong got on the elevator again covered in the stench. This time he played a big one, toon stinky tofu mixed with durian, the whole person turned into a dung beetle, struggling hard in the elevator like a toilet...
It turned out that after eating, Wang Zhongding didn't mention anything, his hands were empty.
The elevator didn't stop and went straight up to the office floor. Han Dong watched Wang Zhongding go out helplessly.
Then the elevator descended, and Han Dong returned to the restaurant floor.
"You mean Mr. Wang? He came here and walked around, but he didn't find anything he wanted to eat, so he just left." The waiter said.
Han Dong was inexplicably upset, and scolded himself: This kid is too dark! It’s too late to say I’ve lost my appetite, and I’ve eaten so many stinky things in vain, fuck!
In the afternoon, Han Dong continued to be his great detective, wandering around the hidden corners of the company, observing whether Wang Zhongding had eaten. I don't know if I want to prove that the hard work at noon was not in vain, or something else...
In the evening, Han Dong accompanied Ji Tao to have a meal. It was nearly ten o'clock when he came back. He passed by the office building. The lights in Wang Zhongding's office were still on. It seemed that he was going to stay up late again...
"Why don't you leave?" Ji Tao asked Han Dong.
Han Dong's expression changed instantly, and he whistled excitedly, "I'm going to see the big beauty tomorrow!"
"Okay, let's go, I have to pack my things when I go back."
At one o'clock in the morning, Wang Zhongding watched the cooperation agreement faxed by Feng Muzhi, and slowly turned his pen.
Suddenly, there was another familiar rustling sound in the corridor.
Wang Zhongding looked at the refrigerator reflexively, and then thought about it wrong, Han Dong no longer lives in this building, even if he was sleepwalking and stealing food, he shouldn't have to take such a long way around!
In the end, the door still rang.
Immediately afterwards, an arm stretched in, and secretly dropped something, without even showing his face, he evaded people like a thief.
Wang Zhongding walked over and saw a lunch box lying on the ground...