Fang Lin stood up suddenly, leaning his back against the table in the lounge, trying to hide the astonishment in his eyes.
His palms were stretched back, propped on the table, his index finger and middle finger were unconsciously scratching the edge of the table, and he was speechless for a while.
What to say
From the day he came back from rebirth, Duan Changke suddenly bumped into him. Last time, this time too.
Why is he here
The all-powerful prince, the boss of a top media company, even if he invested in this TV series, there is no need to go to the scene to watch the audition, let alone such a trivial matter as taking a makeup photo.
Unless he really has some purpose, or someone he wants to find...
Fang Lin was startled, and quickly confirmed in his heart that he really had nothing to do with Duan Changke in his previous life, and he couldn't have come here specially to find him.
But Duan Changke didn't just want to ask such a question, he only gave Fang Lin a short time to think, and asked again as if urging: "Really?"
Duan Changke didn't think there was anything wrong with her question, so she repeated Tao Le's words just now as a joke: "You don't want a bicycle anymore?"
When the same words came out of his mouth, Fang Lin felt a little hot on his face.
His tone was actually neither fast nor aggressive, and he didn't push Fang Lin when he didn't speak, and lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
It's just that the personal aura is too strong.
Fang Lin tightened his fingers on the edge of the table.
He felt that he should be calm.
No matter what the meaning of this sentence is, no matter whether Duan Changke's current identity is the boss of the opposite company or only represents himself, at least he is throwing an olive branch to himself.
If it was put in the previous life, he might really be like Tao Le said, "straighten his spine" and "not be eaten by you". A flimsy invitation.
It's a pity that there are some things that you can't get the results you want just by working hard. He recalled the last six months before his death, no roles, no variety shows, and signed a guarantee agreement with the company. In the end, he really only got the guaranteed income. Burnt and dull.
So he told himself, take it lightly, reach out for what you want, and refuse the job you don't like, even if your life may not be as good as before, don't do things that make you unhappy.
But since he was able to take this role, or since he had a chance to be reborn inexplicably, everything should obviously be different.
He likes the character Jing Chuan very much, so even if he doesn't deliberately play it well, he can play it well.
The crew is very responsible, and it seems that they really want to do a good job of this drama.
Chu Chen is also very enthusiastic and takes his work seriously.
This is something he has been longing for for a long time, and now someone stands in front of him and says, I can give it to you.
Duan Changke's question was like a kind of bewitching—maybe it can't be called bewitching, but a way to make him see the current situation clearly and force him to make a choice.
Tore up the haze of his previous life, and easily opened a door for him, saying, give it a try.
Fang Lin took a deep breath, and when he raised his head again, he bent his eyes and smiled, his voice was not loud, and he asked briskly, "President Duan has taken a fancy to me?"
In fact, there are many other questions I want to ask.
Such as the most boring "I am a man", or the contrived and cheesy "Why me".
But Duan Changke's condition, if you really talk about it, there is no such thing as "losing" at all.
Duan Changke didn't answer this question directly, but just looked at Fang Lin indifferently.
His pupils were dark and deep, and Fang Lin would occasionally be startled, thinking that Duan Changke was watching him like this, and the calmness and contempt he tried to maintain could not be concealed.
But his acting skills are very good, Fang Lin thought, this is one of his few advantages.
He is not playing a certain role, he just wants to cover up the poor and somewhat ridiculous self in his previous life, so that no one can see him, that's fine.
So he settled down and felt that he could handle this task. It's not too difficult.
"OK."
Fang Lin didn't ask any more questions. A little sweat dripped from the fingers he was holding on the edge of the table, but the smile on his face was calm, and his heartbeat didn't have to worry about being heard because the distance between the two was far enough.
Duan Changke asked very bluntly, and he also answered bluntly: "What does Boss Duan want?"
Seeing that Duan Changke's expression remained unchanged, he just swiped the screen of the phone: "If you need, I can call my assistant to draw up a contract."
"What can that paragraph always give me?"
Duan Changke stopped her fingers on the screen, glanced at Fang Lin, and moved her thin lips slightly: "What do you want?"
Even when the two of them were discussing this kind of issue, his tone was neither mocking nor contemptuous, but a well-bred and earnest inquiry.
Fang Lin's eyes just dodged for a moment, and he said, "Then I want to sign Hailin."
"Yes, I will give you a guarantee to avoid suspicion, but the share will be 10% more than other artists. If it goes well, I will give you a bonus in the later stage." Duan Changke continued without any dissatisfaction, "I will count on what I say, of course, If you can’t wait for the money, you can sign it tomorrow, and you don’t have to think about liquidated damages.”
"Of course, resources are one aspect." Duan Changke looked at him, "Except for these, you can tell me anything you want. You know what I'm referring to."
Cars, houses, or very straightforward money.
After saying this, Duan Changke gave him his own private number: "If you need anything else, we can talk about it at that time."
Fang Lin curled his fingers, raised his head and asked, "What about the time?"
Duan Changke paused for a moment, as if he hadn't considered this issue.
"Then... one year first."
The staff came to knock on the door, politely did not come in, only told him that he was ready to shoot the second set.
Fang Lin nodded and said "OK", and waited for the other party to close the door before looking at Duan Changke who was waiting beside him again.
"Then when will I come to you to sign?"
"at any time."
The sweat on Fang Lin's palms had dried up, and he was not so stiff anymore, he said, "Then let's do it today."
Duan Changke quickly responded: "Then I'll give you an address, and come when you're ready."
"it is good."
It was afternoon, the windows of the room were open, the air was dry, and there was a little clean smell unique to summer.
Duan Changke saw Fang Lin walking to the door and said, "No rush, take your time."
When Fang Lin and Duan Changke walked out of the room together, Tao Le, who had been waiting by the side for a long time, was trembling behind closed doors thinking about his mistakes.
When he saw the two of them, he was about to sincerely admit his mistake when Fang Lin gave him a look and told him not to speak.
Tao Le closed his mouth, but his eyes kept going back and forth between the two of them.
Fang Lin dragged Tao Le into the shed, while Duan Changke left alone without saying a word.
After confirming that he was gone, Tao Le took a breath: "You guys just now..."
Mr. Duan wouldn't wear small shoes for him, would he? This drama is invested by Hailin! Does he still play? Will not be replaced!
"Don't ask." Fang Lin just kept his head buried and said.
The calmness of the two of them when they were alone just now has weakened a lot, and he hasn't figured out how to explain it to Tao Le or Xia Qi.
"Oh." Tao Le saw that the direction he was walking was still the direction of taking pictures, and somehow he was relieved. There are always a lot of adults in Xin Dao Duan, and he really won't talk about him behind his back in the future.
I also want to burn incense sticks for Fang Lin, and pray that he will not meet Duan Changke in the future.
The shooting process went very smoothly. The photographer was very satisfied with his set of works. He was in a good mood and said it was too perfect.
Chu Chen also bought coffee and desserts for everyone, and politely said that everyone has worked hard today.
It was still hot outside, and the building was very air-conditioned, but Fang Lin only took a sip of coffee, said goodbye to everyone, and left first.
Tao Le thought he was going home, and was about to take a taxi: "I'm going there today too, and we happened to be on the way..."
"No need." Fang Lin took out his mobile phone, "I have something to do, you can go first."
Unaware, Tao Le went in and said, "Come on."
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"Don't be discouraged. Although we are out of Hailin, we can still find a new company when the time comes. After this show is broadcast, there will definitely be other companies interested in it."
It's nothing, it's quite entertaining.
Tao Le is still enlightening him: "Although Mr. Duan's road is not going to work now, but we work hard, we can finally..."
"I'm leaving first." Fang Lin waved for a taxi before he finished speaking.
"Oh no, where are you going?"
Fang Lin gave him a funny look, pinched his chubby face, got in the car and rolled down the window, and said to Tao Le who was still dazed by the side of the road, "Look for a passable road."
The address Duan Changke gave was a top-level apartment in the central city.
Fang Lin had been here before, and he didn't feel much about it before, but now he only thinks that the location here is wonderful, it's a quiet place in the midst of the noise, and it's also low-key and restrained.
It seems that this is just a place where Duan Changke comes back occasionally.
He was still wearing the white shirt for shooting campus style, and his hair was a bit messy.
After he actually walked in here, he didn't feel nervous anymore.
After all, he chose it by himself, and he also hates unnecessary hypocrisy.
Duan Changke's residence looks very tidy, with cool gray tones, it seems a little less lively.
He probably just arrived, and he hasn't changed his clothes yet. When he saw Fang Lin coming, he nodded slightly and signaled: "It's on the table."
Duan Changke was really quick, and Fang Lin looked at the few thin pages on the table.
He felt a little magical, and felt that there was no need to make a fuss.
It is good for Party A and Party B to sign a contract, and when the contract arrives, the two parties will not be entangled.
He casually glanced at the terms above, and the various conditions Duan Changke gave were unexpectedly good.
But it was a little strange that when he saw the place to sign, it didn't say what he had to pay.
"Contract period, that is, the duration of the relationship between Party A and Party B..."
Only an ambiguous "period of existence" indicates the relationship between the two.
He is not stupid, he knows what he will face after agreeing.
It is said that some benefactors are addicted to strange things, which makes people complain.
But from the beginning to the end, I don't know whether Duan Changke used ambiguous words or deliberately refused to write it out. In short, he didn't even see words like "go to bed".
Duan Changke's handwriting has been signed, and the handwriting is strong. It seems that this is a serious business contract.
Fang Lin picked up the pen, exhaled, and wrote down his name stroke by stroke.
Above one's own name, a similar clause of "termination of contract" was written.
Party A can take the initiative to propose the termination of the relationship, and will pay compensation not less than the above conditions according to the length of time.
It looks very strict, but the key is that he is inexplicably friendly to himself.
Even if he only stays with the other party for a month, if Duan Changke gets bored, he can still get a considerable amount of money.
"It's signed." Fang Lin said.
"Ok."
The other party responded: "You don't mind if I smoke a cigarette."
Fang Lin said "Of course not", and then said "You can do whatever you want in the future, I don't mind".
"it is good."
Fang Lin saw Duan Changke smoking a cigarette by the French window, thinking about the contract he just signed.
Some things probably still need to be clarified.
He looked at Duan Changke with good eyesight. He had just come in from the scorching sun, and his voice was moist because of the hot tide, with a clear and alluring vapor.
"Mr. Duan." Fang Lin didn't know if his heartbeat was heard by the other party, but he still walked a little closer, pinching the warm pen with his thumb and forefinger just after signing, taking it seriously Insert it heavily into Duan Changke's suit pocket.
"What kind of 'relationship' does it refer to in your contract?"
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