The Butterfly Effect

Chapter 12: I have no desire for money

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After leaving the tea room, everyone bid farewell to each other. Meng Shiping glanced at Zhou Yan and asked him, "Can you drive?"

"Yes." Zhou Yan replied lightly.

They were driving a seven-seater commercial vehicle. On the way here, Meng Shiping was driving the car. He threw the car keys to Zhou Yanqing, opened the door and got into the car first.

As soon as the car started, Meng Shiping couldn't suppress his anger, lowered his voice and said sharply to Song Yu: "Why did you agree to the salary they proposed without authorization? I clearly told you that Dong Hua deliberately lowered the salary. We still have a lot to do. Why are you so sloppy? Are you doing any charity work? What's going on with you recently?"

The repeated questioning didn't make Song Yu feel offended, and even Meng Shiping's angry appearance made him feel happy. He sat behind the driver's seat and stared at Zhou Yanqing's upturned hair with a suppressed smile.

In fact, he just wanted to fight against Meng Shiping out of some morbidity. Of course, it was not just that. He used the memory of his previous life to participate in a variety show that was destined to be very popular. It was a kind of cheating, and one should not be too greedy.

not to mention…

Song Yu suddenly turned his head and looked coldly at Meng Shiping: "You know, I have never had any desire for money." There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were gloomy like a bottomless pit ready to swallow people, which made people shudder.

Meng Shiping's raised eyebrows suddenly relaxed the moment he met Song Yu's eyes, and the blood on his face faded away. He and Song Yu had known each other for ten years, and it was the first time he saw each other with such a serious appearance. , he had the illusion that Song Yu had seen through him, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

[I have never had any desire for money.]

Song Yu said this sentence many times.

Song Yu can be described as dull, he has no fixed hobbies, no fixed circle of friends, and almost everyone around him is a gentleman's friendship, so dull to the point of almost wanting nothing. All he cares about is whether the script is good or not, and whether the characters are portrayed well, and he seldom bothers and cares about the rest. When Meng Shiping negotiated and tried with the producer because of the salary, Song Yu always said gently, "It's almost enough, I don't have any desire for money."

Meng Shiping doesn't think so, he thinks money is very important.

He was not as lucky as Song Yu. After graduating, he worked in the crew for two years, playing some odd roles all the time. When he was at the end of the road, his mother suddenly fell ill and needed a large amount of surgery fees. Friends around him borrowed a circle of tens of thousands of yuan, which was only a drop in the bucket. At that time, his relationship with Song Yu was not that good, they could only be regarded as ordinary friends, he hesitated to speak to Song Yu, Song Yu transferred 300,000 yuan to him without saying a word, and even threw an olive branch to him and asked if he would like it Go in the direction of a broker.

Meng Shiping was grateful for Song Yu's generosity, and he did not make a name for himself in the film and television industry, so he readily agreed to Song Yu's suggestion.

Song Yu's former manager was not only short-sighted but also poor in ability, which was one of the reasons why Song Yu's former management company was eager to change him. After Meng Shiping served as Song Yu's manager, she quickly adapted to the position and considered every detail for Song Yu. Selecting scripts, recruiting resources, and negotiating remuneration, Song Yu became more and more popular, and her remuneration was getting higher and higher. Meng Shiping experienced a surging sense of accomplishment in another field.

The amount of remuneration may not be meaningful to Song Yu, but to him it is an affirmation of his ability and a standard to measure his success in life. The people who refused to lend him money began to curry favor with him, and the actors who didn't even give him a look on the set tried their best to have something to do with him.

So, what's wrong with having a desire for money

Every time Song Yu said lightly, "I don't have any desire for money", Meng Shiping felt extremely harsh. The two rows of teeth hidden in his mouth were clenched tightly, and a piece of his cheek protruded, trembling slightly.

The two confronted each other silently for a few seconds, Song Yu lowered his eyes first, then added with a muffled smile: "Don't you know me yet?"

Meng Shiping recovered from the astonishment, Song Yu still had the same smiling and peaceful appearance as before, as if the gloomy-eyed person just now was imagined by him. He turned his head to hide his sudden breathlessness, and replied noncommittally, "Your desire is too shallow."

Zhou Yan stiffened his upper body and drove seriously. Although the voices of the two people behind him were not loud, he could still hear their small dispute clearly.

It has only been two days since he joined the job, and this is the second time he has confronted Song Yu and Meng Shiping directly. Although it was because of work, Zhou Yanqing always felt that the quarrel between the two was not just because of work.

The car was surprisingly quiet, only the sound of cold wind blowing from the air outlet of the air conditioner, which sounded like a long sigh of a person after listening to it for a long time.

Zhou Yanqing took a cautious look at Song Yu through the rearview mirror, and saw that he was leaning on the seat with his eyes closed, frowning slightly, as if he had fallen asleep. He suppressed the puzzlement in his heart, looked away and turned the air conditioner to the lowest speed.

Until returning to the company, neither Song Yu nor Meng Shiping said a word, and Meng Shiping entered his office without saying a word.

Zhou Yanqing followed Song Yu a few steps behind. Song Yu opened the door of his office and stopped for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth and quickly entered the door. The moment before the door closed, Zhou Yanqing saw Song Yu's shoulders lifted slightly, and then the door closed with a "click". Although Zhou Yanqing couldn't see inside, he could guess that Song Yu should have taken a deep breath, and then let it out heavily.

After Song Yu entered the office, he never came out again. The lunch was delivered by Monica, and by the way, Zhou Yanqing also took care of it. Monica came out of Song Yu's office and gently closed the door. She walked up to Zhou Yanqing and poked Song Yu's office with her sharp index finger and asked with her mouth: What's the matter

Zhou Yan smiled gently and shook her head, Monica didn't really want to gossip, she pointed to the takeaway on the table and said in a low voice, "You eat first."

The takeaway that Monica sent was delicately packaged and fragrant eel rice bowl, but Zhou Yanqing ate it tastelessly. He took a bite and glanced at Song Yu's office door. He had almost seen through the door. Song Yu had never left the door. If it hadn't been for the sound of a window opening in Song Yu's office in the afternoon, Zhou Yanqing would have wanted to knock on it. Open the door to see if Song Yu is safe.

In the evening, it was already half an hour after get off work, and Zhou Yanqing did not leave. He looked at the closed milky white solid wood door and hesitated for a moment, then got up and went to the tea room.

Everyone else has already left, and Nuo Da's company is empty and dark, only the spotlights in the corridor are still on.

When checking out in the tea room in the morning, Zhou Yanqing found that the front desk was selling an individually packaged calming scented tea, so she bought two packs. While waiting for the water to boil, Zhou Yan stared at the small rose in the paper cup in a daze, his mind wandering elsewhere.

"Dong dong dong", the door of the tea room was knocked, and Zhou Yan turned his head lightly.

Meng Shiping leaned against the door and asked, "Aren't you leaving after get off work?"

"Brother Meng hasn't left yet?" Zhou Yanqing didn't answer directly, but asked politely.

Meng Shiping stood up straight and smiled: "Work overtime to revise a project proposal." He saw the scented tea in the cup, "Drinking tea? Don't you young people like drinking coffee?"

"I haven't been sleeping well recently. I heard that this scented tea can soothe the nerves and help sleep."

"Really?" Meng Shiping took a closer look at the various unnamed dried flowers at the bottom of the cup, "The gang of Teacher Song should make a cup too, he hasn't been sleeping well recently."

Zhou Yanqing was a little surprised in his heart, and he replied obediently: "Okay."

When the water boiled, Zhou Yanqing made tea and said hello before leaving, but Meng Shiping stopped him again.

"Does Brother Meng have any work arrangements?"

"No, you have been employed for two days, and I just wanted to ask you, what do you think of Teacher Song?" Meng Shiping leaned against the operating table in the tea room, as if a boss was asking a new employee, "What do you think of your team leader".

Zhou Yanqing didn't understand why Meng Shiping asked such a question. He and Song Yu were not subordinates in an ordinary workplace. No matter how he looked at it, he, an intern, had no position to judge Song Yu. Zhou Yan thought lightly, perhaps his answer should refer to Monica as the standard answer. He bit his lower lip, making his expression look a bit tangled, and hesitated a little before answering: "Ms. Song is a kind and optimistic person."

"Oh?" Meng Shiping was a little surprised, he raised his eyebrows, "Monica often said in front of me that Teacher Song looked a little cold and not very close."

Zhou Yanqing was smiling, as if agreeing, but he didn't think so at all in his heart. The young man with crescent eyes, flamboyant smile, coaxing people with chocolate and helping poor students is a kind and optimistic person in Zhou Yanqing's eyes.

Zhou Yanqing did not refute, he knew that Meng Shiping just wanted a standard answer rather than the real answer.

Sure enough, Meng Shiping fell silent, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go, don't be late tomorrow."

"Okay, Brother Meng also leaves work early."

The moment Zhou Yan turned around, the corners of Zhou Yan's raised mouth slowly sank.

Zhou Yanqing took scented tea and wandered outside Song Yu's office for a minute or two before knocking on the door three times with his knuckles.

After waiting for about half a minute, there was no movement inside. Just as he was hesitating whether to knock on the door again, a low voice "Come in" came from inside.

Zhou Yan let out a light breath and pushed open the door.

Song Yu sat upright on the sofa, with a strand of hair sticking up above his temples, a red mark on his forehead, and beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, as if he had just woken up.

Zhou Yan took a quick glance and then looked away. Combined with the half a minute of waiting just now, he guessed that Song Yu was woken up by himself, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

"Still off work?" Song Yu asked.

Zhou Yan lightly put the scented tea in his hand on the coffee table, and said, "I'm off work soon, I'll make you a cup of soothing scented tea."

"Is there anything else?"

Only then did Zhou Yanqing realize that he knocked on the door for a good reason just now, and he quickly replied: "Yes, I think it's okay to take half a day off tomorrow morning?"

Having been in the workplace for two years and seeing many different people, it is inevitable that he has some old-fashioned behaviors of professionals in the workplace. In front of other people, Zhou Yanqing needs to remind himself from time to time that he is a college student who has not yet graduated, so he should pay more attention to his behavior and words, but in front of Song Yu, Zhou Yanqing does not need to pretend at all, because he is always easily flustered.

Song Yu recalled how Zhou Yan ran into the company out of breath in the morning, with hair flying and sweat on his forehead.

He nodded and asked again: "Is half a day enough to find a house?"

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, but Song Yu didn't expect that he would ask for leave tomorrow to rent a house: "That's enough."

"Okay, did Brother Meng ask for leave?"

"Not yet, I'll tell Brother Meng later."

"It's okay, let me tell you for you, get off work."

"Okay, you also get off work early." Zhou Yan lightly moved his heels and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Song Yu called Zhou Yanqing to stop again. He glanced at the flower tea on the coffee table, and there was an obvious smile on his face, "In the future, just say what you want to say, and you don't need to do it specially."

Zhou Yanqing also glanced down at the cup of scented tea, nodded without explaining.

He used leave as an excuse to give this cup of tea, not to make this cup of scented tea just to ask for leave.

However, the sequence is not important, as long as the purpose is achieved.