On a small road near Jing'an Temple, there is a small yard along the street. Open the wooden door and walk in along the gravel road. You can see a small nail shop, which is the first time I saw it.
When I walked in again, I saw a nail training company on a certain floor in the commercial building at the end of the road.
These two are her real industries.
As for the film and television studio, it was only because of Tong Fei's career frustration that I cried for most of the night here at Chu Jian. Only when Chu Jian decided to use all his savings after graduation to support the best friend of more than ten years and invest in her to open a film and television studio.
But Chu Jian always believes that he really has nothing to do with the entertainment industry.
When they came back from Macau, they parted ways at Hongqiao Airport, and for the first time they saw a small nail shop along the street. She flipped through the appointment book. Today's business was pretty good, but now it's past eight o'clock, and there are only the last two customers who are almost finished.
Unexpectedly, just planning to make an appointment with someone to have a late night snack, Prosecutor Lin called and said that he would come here to have a look, but he didn't say what it was...
When I hung up the phone, I just realized that he landed in Shanghai? How did she remember that Tong Fei said that the inspection of the border forest was going directly back to Beijing. Because the studio is currently cooperating with the Border Forest Company, Tong Fei should be very clear about his whereabouts...
Has the schedule changed
After an hour and a half, the man who covered most of his face with his hat came in low-key from the gravel road, opened the door, and gave her this exact answer:
Yes, he changed his schedule.
There was a cold wind outside the door, she pulled up the blanket on her knees, and pointed to the small card on the table: "I filled it up for you. This card is not yours? Is it your manager?"
He coughed uncomfortably.
"If you had said that it was someone else's, I wouldn't need it..." After all, it was still not good, and he was not familiar with his agent.
Jian Bianlin lifted his chin slightly, motioned for the first sight to give him the cup of hot water on his hand, and coughed twice again. This time he could hear that he was catching a bad cold.
"Have a cold?"
She picked up the cup and handed it to him. When he reached out to take it, she suddenly retracted it: "No, this is my cup. Wait a minute, I will find you one that nobody uses."
Prosecutor Lin said nothing.
When I first saw nothing on the plane and hungry, I waited for him to take the membership card and went for a supper. But he looked tired and didn't dare to speak, silently and cautiously pressing the calculator, one set and one set to settle the account, by the way, I took a peek at him, praying that he would be liberated earlier.
He drank half a cup of hot water slowly, took her account book, and turned a few pages: "Have you invested in Tong Fei's studio?"
"Yeah, don't you know?"
"How much did you invest, half a million?"
Two million, sold the small house.
The first sight was silently transformed into: "Not much."
When she sold her own small house a while ago, she told her parents that she wanted to expand her nail training business and opened three branches in Guangzhou and Beijing to cover this matter.
Checking Bianlin is the person who knows his parents best, so he can't say anything about it.
He turned around in a circle, like the leader inspecting, by the way, he looked at the glass wall with more than one hundred nail polishes of various colors, thoughtfully.
She couldn't think of what else he could ask. When praying for him to leave for the third time, he put his hands in his jacket pocket again, using a posture that he had just finished filming a police movie on the streets of Macau, telling her: "I made an appointment with Tong Fei for a supper on the way just now, together?"
"I haven't settled the account yet," she said halfway through, watching him take a serious turn, "but it's okay, starving to death."
Count what I owed you in my last life.
Speaking of this incident, she was really inexplicably wronged. The two of them dated back more than ten years and were elementary school classmates.
Jian Bianlin's parents divorced. He and his father went to Hangzhou from Guangzhou, and rented a house next door to her house. So the mother who met for the first time was fine and liked to volunteer to take the two of them out to play.
After going back and forth, the friendship between the two families has become quite deep.
Later in the junior high school, the whole class and the whole year classmates defaulted to his girlfriend before seeing the relationship.
Later, she felt that she didn't mean it at all.
One day after school, she took advantage of the moment when he helped him lock the bicycle to the railing in the corridor, and gathered the courage to confess to his back... Actually, I really don't like you.
At that time, he looked at himself for more than a minute, then picked up the schoolbags of two people and went upstairs without expressing any objections.
The original story developed smoothly, but the relationship should have faded, and then no contact after graduation.
However, the relationship between the two families is so good that they still often travel with each other... and the two have become buddies. But for so many years, she always had the subtle emotion of being a guilty man, ruthlessly dumping him, and a little guilt.
The place for supper is set by his agent Xie Bin, a small shop, regular customers.
After the small private room was checked before and after, and no one would be photographed, several people pretended to be okay and went into the shop.
When I first saw it, I thought Tong Fei would jump. After all, she worked so hard in Macau. She only slept for two or three hours a day. Her face turned gray when she got off the plane, and she vowed never to answer work calls again.
But now, I am totally happy, and walk in with a little fresh meat who has just signed the contract, and he is busy greeting and introducing him. That is the teacher inspection and teacher Xie.
However, Tong Fei and Xiao Xianrou sat down and couldn't intervene at all, because Chu Jian was telling Xie Bin the profit model of his nail business in a serious manner.
"You don’t know, you can’t guess that the main marketing platform in this industry is on Weibo," she used a clip to flip through the spicy chicken gizzards she wanted to eat on the iron plate. Searching on Weibo will come to me to see the goods, place orders, and place orders. There are a fixed number of five or six door-to-door visits every month, and the average order is more than 50,000, so I will not lose."
Xie Bin expressed his admiration: "It can be regarded as having his own career, a strong woman, a strong woman."
The inspector took a sip of plum wine and put down the small glass.
The ice cubes in the cup collided lightly with a slight noise.
His gaze was quieter than ever, watching how she was holding the small stainless steel tongs, enthusiastically and tirelessly turning over the small barbecued food one by one.
She was roasting with great concentration, and he looked serious.
In fact, he didn't ask much. Every time he passed through Shanghai, he could see her. Seeing that she wanted to reject the little expression that she felt guilty, he forced her to accompany her to eat and talk. enough.
When I first saw him, I still wanted to continue my business. I was stepped on by Tong Fei under the table. She immediately stopped talking and pointed to the little fresh meat: "Hey, this classmate Lin Shen is Feifei's newly signed artist."
Lin Lin's index finger slipped a half circle on the edge of the wine glass.
There is nothing superfluous, not a word, just follow her finger and glance at the big boy symbolically.
Then, continue to look at her.
Xie Bin smiled, "Have I met you before? Are you a pure newcomer?"
Lin Shen smiled restrainedly: "I have seen it, in Macau."
"Ah, yes, I remember."
"I went to Macau this time to convince him to sign a contract with me." Tong Fei added.
Lin Shen had been signed by the producer in the past, but because the producer got worse and worse, he hadn't been on the scene. Later, after canceling the contract and returning home to sell dried pork, it was a good start. Tong Fei got his information by accident and went to Macau several times with great hardships. He repeatedly went to persuade him and even asked his parents to be considered as signing him and taking him to Beijing for key training.
Xie Bin cleared his throat: "Let's put it this way, I want to cooperate with your studio."
Tong Fei squatted: "Cooperation?"
Completely unexpected.
Even the conditions offered are very attractive.
"Our company bought the copyrights of several big IPs and wanted to win newcomers," Xie Bin said. "I would like to ask your studio's screenwriters to write scripts. Censor Bianlin is the starring player. In addition to bringing newcomers to our company, you can choose A man with a lot of roles, give this Lin Shen."
Tong Fei coughed, and her face flushed with excitement, and Jian Bian Lin stopped picking up TV series recently, and focused on movies. If you are willing to accept it, it must be a super production, especially easy to praise. Being able to act with Sen Bian Lin, the worst is the familiarity of the public's face!
This supper really enjoyed everyone.
After the meal, everyone's birds were scattered, and the border forest naturally drove her back home alone.
I first saw that in order to develop her career, she rented a house in Shanghai alone, and her parents often came to live in Hangzhou to improve her life. Therefore, Prosecutor Lin naturally asked her mother to rent a house for herself when she saw her for the first time. It was a place to stay, and the house was right next to her...
So it was inevitable to avoid, and I went home with him at first sight. When the door opened, his mother saw the border forest and immediately pulled him in to sit down.
When I saw that I was too tired, I went back to my room.
He was sitting and resting in the dining room. After seeing his mother found out that he was sick for the first time, he just stuffed him with some cold medicine and let him eat it. It was hot water, and it was cold and warm, it was like seeing his own son.
"Tired? I still have to act when I'm sick?" I first saw my mother sat down across from him.
Checking Bianlin took off his hat, and his hair was soft and messy on his forehead. In his line of sight, he saw the closed door of the bedroom for the first time: "Auntie, it's okay."
When I saw my mother for the first time, I sighed: "I said it's okay. Look, I'm tired and thin."
"They are thin artists to look good on the camera." At first I saw Zhuo pulling cotton slippers, holding his mobile phone through the living room, and going to the kitchen to find juice to drink. "If he gets fat, it will be more painful to lose weight."
She spoke and opened the refrigerator.
"Guardian Lin is in your house?" Tong Fei was still in the excitement of the big event tonight. Hearing this, she immediately sighed, "Hey, I especially want to ask you a question. Best buddies, can you tell me quietly?"
"What?" She found that the drinks in the large refrigerator were gone, and went out.
He patted the chair where Bian Lin was sitting and motioned him to move forward.
Xian Bian Lin glanced at her and pulled the chair forward, she squatted down and opened the small freezer.
He cleared his throat on the other end of the phone, coughed twice, and lowered his voice very ambiguously: "Have you ever had a good time with him?"
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