Huayan Entertainment Headquarters, 37th floor.
Sheng Qianye was running down the corridor in her high heels, clutching a puffy coat in her hands, her heels tapping rapidly and nervously on the tile floor.
"He's over there! The president is at 3708!" the assistant behind him reminded him in a pinched voice.
Sheng Qianye suddenly stopped and leaned back. His long hair had already broken free from the rope and spread over his shoulders, with a few strands sticking messily to his cheeks.
But she couldn't care less.
She panted and looked up to confirm, took a deep breath carefully, and pushed open the door of the conference room.
"Annual focus—"
The door of the building, which cost hundreds of millions of dollars to build, was pushed open silently, but the man at the end of the long table happened to be facing the door, and he saw her sudden arrival clearly. His fingertips spinning the pen suddenly stopped, and he stopped talking in the middle of his speech.
Fu Xiu frowned unhappily when his speech was interrupted, and watched Sheng Qianye enter his seat without saying a word.
The conference room was completely silent. The already solemn and serious atmosphere was even more suffocating. Sitting around the table were the company's top artists, who made up half of the entertainment industry.
There was only one seat left, and it was hers.
Yes, the big boss only holds a meeting once in a thousand years, and she was late for the first meeting.
And interrupted his speech.
In full view of everyone and in the silence of the whole audience, she entered the seat in a high-profile and strong presence, with the sound of her high heels.
She was only three minutes late, but the gaze she received was as sharp as a knife, as if she had teamed up with competitors to defraud the company of 1 billion last month.
The air conditioning in the conference room was turned on high, and the chill was almost instantly brought to Sheng Qianye's feet.
She reasonably suspected that the man was made of sixteen-degree low-temperature air conditioning.
Fu Xiu was silent for a full six minutes before he continued speaking. Sheng Qianye didn't even dare to breathe while waiting and was almost suffocated to death.
"There are three key projects in the first half of the year and two in the second half. We all need to work together to overcome the cold winter of the film and television industry, but there is no need to worry too much."
Sheng Qianye was finally able to take a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she supported herself with the white paper in her hand. Just as she was breathing more vigorously, she noticed that the man had stopped talking again, and his eagle-like sharp eyes were still fixed on her.
“…” Can’t you even breathe!
She pursed her lips tightly, gave a polite fake smile, and forced her uncalmed breathing to come out through her nose, trying not to stand out too much, and put on a frozen posture as if she was listening attentively.
Fu Xiu retracted his gaze and continued slowly: "There is no need to be too anxious during a short period of lows and bottlenecks, just cooperate with the company."
“Similarly—even if you are ranked third in the company in terms of annual revenue, don’t be overly complacent, self-centered, and think that the world revolves around you.”
It was obvious that Sheng Qianye, who ranked third in annual income, was shot three times by her boss because she left such a deep impression on the man during her first meeting.
Who can she blame? She can only blame fate for pushing her into the muzzle of the gun.
The assistant behind her seemed to want to explain, but after uttering the first syllable, Sheng Qianye shook his head to interrupt her, signaling her not to say anything.
The assistant had no choice but to give up reluctantly.
Fifteen minutes later, the meeting ended.
Fu Xiu stood up and walked out. His secretary sorted out the documents on his desk and followed him out, wearing his coat.
After the man left, the room gradually warmed up and became more humane, with everyone asking each other about their recent situation and upcoming works.
Sheng Xingyu turned around and asked her, "Why are you here now?"
Sheng Qianye lifted the coat from his leg, revealing a large bruise on his knee, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a square Band-Aid.
Everything is implied.
She had a scene to shoot this morning, and she had to rush here in a hurry. However, the last scene was a fight scene, and after the filming, she and the actress acting opposite her were injured to varying degrees.
The actress' neck was hit by a cane and she burst into tears on the spot. The crying child gets candy. The entire crew gathered around to see the actress's injuries and asked for several medical kits.
She was born unable to express the pain, so she had to wait until everyone had left before she took something out of the medicine box to temporarily deal with the problem.
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In the evening, Fu Xiu finished another business meeting and took a look at the artist's information on his way back.
The company is recruiting new people recently. There are so many pretty faces in their profiles, but I get tired of them after seeing them for a long time and I don’t feel anything.
What this circle has the most is beauties, but being beautiful does not necessarily mean you can get ahead. So many people fight for a spot, and even making it to the top depends on luck, let alone reaching the top.
Thinking of this, a face emerged in his mind. It was Sheng Qianye who was absent at the beginning of the morning meeting.
Her seat was very close to the front, and he could see the empty chair just by turning his head. Even the white paper on the table showed the owner's eccentricity.
The moment she pushed the door open, her long hair was blown by the wind. She looked really pretty and delicate, but—
"How did she get to the front line with that attitude?"
Director Fan next to him was stunned for a moment before he continued, "Who is it? Sheng Qianye?"
He had heard a little about what happened this morning, and after thinking for a while he said, "Did you guys misunderstand something? She's well-known in the industry for her hard work. She has a nickname called "Three Thousand Nights of Hard Work." Don't you know that?"
Fu Xiu raised his lips: "Three Thousand Nights of Desperation, are you talking about her?"
"Yes, I was quite surprised when I heard that you lost your temper. I asked someone to ask her. She was late because she was injured. There was a long cut on her arm—" Director Fan stretched out his thumb and index finger to indicate, "She went to the hospital to get stitches after the meeting."
The man was silent for a while, the dissatisfaction between his brows relaxed a little, and the momentum of accusing the enemy also subsided a little.
Is that so
"Then why didn't she go to the hospital?"
"She's not the type to talk about being hurt. She doesn't even tell her agent or assistant. She's been fighting alone for many years and is too strong-willed to say anything to show weakness. Maybe she thinks being cowardly is shameful."
Director Fan was just about to talk about her family background and make a comprehensive analysis of the character development of this hard-working artist when the car suddenly arrived at the destination and it was time for him to get out and give up his seat.
Fu Xiu also got out of the car to greet his grandparents, and... Pei Hanzhou.
This afternoon, two elders suddenly said they wanted to come to the company to visit. He happened to be busy with something and couldn't get away, so he asked Pei Hanzhou to pick them up for him.
The interior of the stretched Lincoln was spacious, and the two old men couldn't help but chatter as soon as they got in the car. Fu Xiu nodded in response while working.
"You've been alone for so long, aren't you lonely? Grandma has always thought that you have a withdrawn personality since you were a child, and I'm afraid you have trouble getting along with people around you."
Fu Xiu could only patiently comfort him: "No, you see, didn't I ask a friend to pick you up today?"
Pei Hanzhou, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said "hmm" lazily, indicating that he could barely make friends with such people.
"What about the employees? How is the company's management?" Grandfather leaned on his cane. "The most important thing for a company is to handle the relationship between superiors and subordinates well, put people first, and live in harmony."
"I have a very harmonious relationship with my artists."
The old man always worries a lot. Fu Xiu looked out the window helplessly and happened to see a figure that he still remembered clearly. After a pause, he finally rolled down the window and said to the old man: "Look at the one in white clothes, that's my artist."
Sheng Qianye was extremely anxious at this moment.
The car broke down on the way and the repairman would take half an hour to arrive, but she had to attend an event tonight and had to arrive in twenty minutes.
This place is also weird. I haven't been able to get a car for half a day. My agent is also anxiously making phone calls and he is almost about to apologize to the organizer.
Sheng Qianye looked around helplessly, and was caught off guard by a look of indifferent face in the lowered car window. He took two steps back in fright.
She grabbed the assistant's wrist and felt that the situation was very serious: "Do I have Fu Xiu PTSD? Why does everyone look like Fu Xiu to me??"
The assistant looked over and after a minute he dared to confirm: "That must be our boss! How about you take a ride on the boss's car? He's a popular artist after all, and he won't leave you in vain because you make money, right?"
"What are you thinking? I was three minutes late this morning, and he waited six minutes before speaking."
"You want me to take a ride from this scary man who needs twice as much time to calm down?" Sheng Qianye immediately thought it was ridiculous. "Do you want to see me in the emergency room next time?"
"… "
Sheng Qianye decided to find another way. Fortunately, there is always a way out. She soon found a group of yellow bicycles in the distance.
"There seem to be shared bicycles there, would you use them?"
"Of course I will, but..." The assistant kept looking at Fu Xiu's car.
"Don't worry, give me the dress, I'll go over first, you guys can come later." Sheng Qianye glanced at his watch, "There's no time."
The agent just put down her phone at this moment and said that the process could not be delayed and she had to rush over as soon as possible.
"Then I'll go by bike. I'll be fine if I wear a mask and glasses," Sheng Qianye stated, "Don't delay the boss's refrigeration."
She wasn't hot right now, so she had no intention of turning on the air conditioner for the time being.
The agent thought for a few seconds and sighed, "Okay, we'll be there soon. You must be careful. There will be bodyguards waiting for you at the door. Call me if you need anything."
The assistant helped her scan the code to borrow the car, and Sheng Qianye then threw the dress into the front basket and drove away.
Not only Fu Xiu, but also the two elderly people in the car and Pei Hanzhou witnessed the tragic scene.
“It’s very harmonious indeed.”
Pei Hanzhou snorted and added calmly: "A female artist with tens of millions of fans would rather ride a shared bicycle fully armed than ask for help from you."
Fu Xiu: “…”
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Fortunately, the final activity went smoothly. Sheng Qianye rode his bike to a busy area and hailed a car to rush over.
After the show, the assistant picked up her clothes and said, "I have already reported to the company. The company said that the car they sent has arrived and is right under the sign."
Sheng Qianye looked towards the signboard and sure enough, there was a car there. From a distance, he felt it looked familiar but didn't think much about it. Only when he got closer did he see Fu Xiu inside the car.
There seemed to be someone next to him, but she couldn't concentrate hard enough to see clearly.
The 16-degree air conditioner nodded at her and slowly, slowly put on a fairly warm fake smile, which was surprisingly similar to her business smile in the morning.
Then, the man who had said "the world does not revolve around you" more than ten hours ago, now seemed to cherish his talent and said considerately: "Thank you for your hard work, I will take you home."
Sheng Qianye raised his hand and touched his forehead.
Alternating between hot and cold, she wondered if she was hallucinating because of the 40-degree fever.
The author has something to say: Fu Xiu: What is there to be afraid of? Am I not the legendary boss who makes people feel like spring breeze
Our "Love You" CEO Pei played a minor role in this chapter^^
I'll give out red envelopes in this chapter too. I don't know how many I'll give out, but I'll see how enthusiastic everyone is! !
ptsd: post-traumatic stress disorder, the term is exaggerated in the text.