Fortunately, Chen Wenhua's professionalism is undeniable.
After giving them five minutes to "tidy up", the man who pushed open the door again and came in, only to cut it at a glance, made Xue Xue feel as if the cold wind was hitting him, freezing to the bone.
If she was Xue Zhiyou, maybe she would really be fooled.
Too bad she isn't.
Xue Xue's calmness changed Chen Wenhua's face.
He does have a pair of eyes that are good at seeing people.
The reason why I was surprised at the beginning was because Yi Lang's performance in the past ten years was so good and so reassuring that Chen Wenhua didn't expect that one day he would have to deal with this kind of thing.
In other words, he was at ease too long.
Chen Wenhua didn't have much room to use his methods under Yi Lang, a cash cow that thrived without taking care of it.
But when he reacted, he immediately knew what to do.
It's just that Xue Xue's attitude was unexpected.
Usually they will be so calm, or they have been planning for a long time, have no plans, or have their backs against a big tree, and have no fear. Whether it is the former or the latter, there is usually one thing in common—deep scheming.
The moment this thought passed by, Chen Wenhua's face sank immediately.
"Who sent you to design Yi Lang?"
Very straightforward question.
Xue Xue raised his eyebrows.
Chen Wenhua took a step forward, intending to use his height advantage to oppress Xue Xue.
Chen Wenhua is about 1.75 meters, and Yi Lang is about ten centimeters taller than him.
Xue Xue, who had just confronted Yi Lang, was naturally very sensitive to the height of ten centimeters.
She still stood still, and even poised her hair.
It was clearly a handsome face, but at that moment, it gave birth to a bit of coquettish sexiness.
But in Chen Wenhua's eyes, it was a bright provocation.
"You—"
"Brother Hua." Yi Lang said when Chen Wenlang's fingers trembled. "You calm down first."
Yi Lang's tone was very flat, so flat that he seemed to be saying that the weather was really nice today. He didn't put in any extra emotions, but he effectively stopped Chen Wenhua's impulse.
After taking a deep breath, he pulled a checkbook straight from his shirt pocket.
Xue Xue glanced at Yi Lang.
Yi Lang still has a poker face.
"How much do you want, ask for a price." Chen Wenhua said, tearing off the page while holding the pen. "I advise you to be a little self-aware, if you stab this matter out..."
The man's eyes narrowed, the threat was self-evident.
She shrugged.
"I won't say it, after all..." Xue Xue suddenly made a shy expression. "I like Yi Lang so much."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere changed sharply, it was extremely quiet, and there was a slight embarrassment.
As the initiator, Xue Xue seems to be ignorant.
"I won't accept the check. Of course, if I have to accept it to make you feel at ease, I don't mind." She then threw a shock bomb. "I want to negotiate a deal with Yi Lang."
"You are crazy!"
"How could we possibly agree to something so absurd!"
"Who the hell did you send to destroy Yi Lang? Huh? Speak!"
Chen Wenhua's bombarded questioning, combined with his vicious appearance comparable to the underworld's debt collection, is still enough of a deterrent.
However, through this short period of observation, Xue Xue has roughly figured out that although he is Yi Lang's manager, it is Yi Lang himself who can really decide.
The idol career that has been successful for ten years is not for nothing.
Therefore, Xue Xue's roar at Chen Wenhua, but the left ear went in and the right ear went out.
She stares at Yi Rang, waiting for his answer.
In fact, what Chen Wenhua said was not entirely wrong. She did make a request that was absurd, even absurd enough to be described as crazy.
Inexplicably, she thought Yi Lang would agree.
Before today, she wasn't sure, but now...
This is a very important bet, and even Xue Xue can't help but feel nervous.
The sweat-soaked fabric sticks to the back, which is very uncomfortable.
But Xue Xue still maintained the original sitting posture, straight and upright, as if he was discussing a big contract with Yi Lang, not a peach transaction.
Just when Chen Wenhua, who was ignored, felt that his endurance was approaching the limit, and was about to take out his mobile phone and call someone to throw the woman in front of him, unexpectedly, Yi Lang spoke.
"Okay."
Chen Wenhua's movements suddenly froze.
Like a pantomime actor, he stared at Yi Lang in a stunned manner by pulling his facial features to the extreme.
Xue Xue's eyes lit up.
"You agree?"
Yi Lang did not answer Xue Xue, but said directly to Chen Wenhua: "Go ahead and draw up a contract."
"..." It took Chen Wenhua several seconds to regain the ability to speak. "You... Yi Lang... Are you... You're crazy—"
Yi Lang didn't speak, and Xue Xue decided to reciprocate first in order to thank the other party for his "acquaintance".
"If you have time here to wonder if your artist is crazy, why don't you check the room first to see if there is a camera?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Chen Wenhua's complexion changed greatly, but even Yi Lang's calm mask loosened.
"Just in case, since someone wants to frame him, he will definitely not just do this preparation." Xue Xue adjusted her position and eased her shoulders and neck. "So, I think you should be careful."