The matter between Shen Yu and Wan Sheng caused a small disturbance. Sitting leisurely in the office, Zhong Simo, who suddenly became interested in Weibo hot searches for some reason, found relevant news with a swipe of his hand.
He raised his eyebrows, clicked in and scanned ten lines at a glance.
"Touching love."
ary was sorting out the details of the cooperation project with Tianchen, and was going to show it to Zhong Simo, when the boss suddenly sighed, her forehead twitched.
With this tone, who dared to offend this irresistible master
Before ary asked, Zhong Simo commented, "Looking at the full text, it is probably a masterpiece that a genius who graduated from elementary school combined ancient, modern, Chinese and foreign love classics, discarding the good and keeping the bad."
"boss."
"Um"
"I can understand you swearing, but please speak normal language."
"I want to enroll you in a Chinese training class," Zhong Simo smiled, pointing to the screen of the phone and said, "This headline article is so hot."
With Zhong Simo's tacit approval, Ary leaned over to glance at the contents of the phone, and nodded in agreement.
"Although my Chinese literature level is indeed limited, it can also be seen that this is a typical cheap marketing account patchwork style."
"Shen Yu is also pitiful. He doesn't have reliable assistants and team management. He was divided up as soon as he got a little hot. If he follows this team, he won't become popular."
Zhong Simo didn't respond to ary's sharp comment, he was still flipping through the phone page, the more interested he looked, the more interested he was. Although he is not completely sure how he feels about Shen Yu, but whether it is from the perspective of selfishness or return, he wants to take care of this matter.
"Boss, what are you looking at?" Ary couldn't help asking when he saw this.
"This female celebrity looks familiar. Where did I meet Wan Sheng?" Zhong Simo recalled with raised eyebrows. He had a good memory, but it was impossible to remember everyone he met.
After hearing this, ary opened the tablet she carried with her, and after a quick search, she said, "Wan Sheng is not well-known in the entertainment industry, but it is said that she has a financial backer."
"I remember," Zhong Simo sneered when he heard this, and tilted his head, "Half a month ago, a second generation who played with Yan Caizhu was celebrating his birthday. I went to show my face. Those young masters She was one of the people who brought her, saying that she was a popular anchor and could perform live for them.”
"What kind of performance?" Ary knew a little about the dandy circles in Beijing mentioned by Zhong Simo, and couldn't think of any form of performance that could catch the eyes of those corrupt young masters. Even the performance in the National Grand Theater couldn't keep them A quarter of an hour.
"I haven't seen it since I left, but guess what, it should be an action movie."
"Ah." Ary didn't respond.
"Shoot it with a single low-quality lens, add a few mosaics, and add Japanese subtitles to the live version of an action movie."
Arry finally thought of something, his face turned red and purple, and he was speechless.
"No, arry, how old are you, so innocent?" Zhong Simo took the initiative to break the embarrassment when he saw this, and asked casually.
"Thank you, Boss, for science. Anyway, I'm innocent and I'm planning to get married, but you don't have a boyfriend so far." Ary didn't miss the opportunity to tease Zhong Simo, and taunted him with his strength.
No matter how powerful Zhong Simo was, he was really short of breath on this issue, so he could only give up.
"At the time, I thought this was something they brought from some place, and their main job was to play with the young masters. I didn't expect that she would dare to act, and it would cause a scandal."
There is indeed a saying in the entertainment industry that the sponsor is a supporter, but celebrity is a profession that faces the public after all, and if you are not careful, your reputation will be ruined. Therefore, they will not play too much when they are taken care of, and most of them are half-covered, so as not to leave any clues.
Wan Sheng's back and forth performance really doesn't match up.
"Do you need me to arrange to check it out, Boss?" Seeing that Zhong Simo was very interested in this matter, Arry suggested.
"Don't be so troublesome," Zhong Simo shook his head, opened the phone's address book, and found Yan Caizhu's name, "just ask."
It was dinner time at this time, and the aroma of fireworks wafted all over the city. People, regardless of their status or status, began to replenish their stomachs with energy for a busy day.
The young man is lazily nestling in the corner of a coffee shop, with his hat half on his face, half asleep and half awake, waiting for the pasta he just ordered. There are people coming and going outside the glass window, but he seems to be alone on a sunny beach with a cool sea breeze, leisurely and comfortable.
However, the good times didn't last long, and when he almost spread himself out into a still oil painting, the cell phone rang suddenly and inappropriately. The lazy and relaxed havana floated into the young man's ears. After he remained still for a few seconds, he slowly took off his hat and found out his cell phone.
With this movement, the young man's face was completely revealed. He had a delicate face, with thin eyebrows, fair skin, a pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes with naturally raised corners, with a touch of natural blush, and thin and red lips. His beauty is so dazzling that he is domineering, almost masculine and feminine, but he doesn't give people a feminine feeling.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the caller ID of the mobile phone. He changed the direction and continued to spread out. The single earring on his left ear shook accordingly, flashing silver light.
"Hey, Zhong Simo, a busy person like you, actually calls me when you have time during working hours. Let me tell you first that all business matters have nothing to do with me." The young man answered the phone and made a head start.
"I think it's even more rare for Young Master Yan to answer my call so quickly when the nightlife is about to start." When it comes to venomous tongue, Zhong Simo has never been afraid.
"Come on, don't mention the nightlife. You don't know what I'm living these days. I'm like an underground party, and I don't dare to show my face." Yan Caizhu sighed and complained.
"Hey, who is this old friend who is so quarrelsome, so violent?" Zhong Simo knew that Yan Caizhu's mouth could not be sure of the truth and lies, so he joked casually.
"It's easy to just be an old friend. At most, I can buy a bag and treat it as a disaster." Yan Caizhu sighed again. He has been hiding near the apartment for several days and dare not see his friends. "Do you remember me?" I told you half a month ago that a Chinese-American designer is coming to the United States to find inspiration from traditional Chinese operas, Master Xie, let me go and receive him?"
Yan Caizhu is a well-known young master in the dandy circles of the capital. He has a wealthy family, knows how to play and dares to play, so he has won the support of a large number of second generations who also love to play. There are rumors in the world that Yan Shao stamped his feet, and the Beijing circle would tremble three times .
However, he has an advantage over those muddy playmates, that is, he has loved Peking Opera since he was a child, and he studied under Peking Opera master Xie Ruzhuo, and Gandan sings well. Although on the surface, he is unrestrained, but he is never ambiguous about right and wrong, and respects teachers and friends, so he gained Zhong Simo's friendship.
After being reminded by Yan Caizhu, Zhong Simo remembered that there was such a thing. The Chinese designer is quite famous in the fashion circle, and his independent brand has developed very well in recent years.
"It's not like you haven't received people before. Ask your assistant to arrange the board and lodging. In the first few days, I will accompany you around. If you like it, you can talk more. If you don't like it, you can find excuses to disappear. It's such a simple thing. How did you scare you like this?"
"You don't know," Yan Caizhu seemed to want to complain, swallowed the words and changed the subject, "You and Tianchen have been doing so much lately, you must be very busy, and you won't contact me if you have nothing to do. Say Well, what can I do for you?"
Yan Caizhu didn't want to say anything, and Zhong Simo didn't continue to ask. We are all adults, and we know whether we can handle things by ourselves. There should be some space between friends.
"I went to the birthday party of Young Master Luo's family with you before, and met a female artist named Wan Sheng, do you know her situation?" Zhong Simo said the purpose of his call.
"Hey, what's the matter today, one or two asked Wan Sheng with me." Yan Caizhu was taken aback when he heard this, and couldn't help laughing.
"Who else asked you about her"
"A distant cousin of mine is currently filming a TV series, and Wan Sheng is her number one female."