The Butterfly Effect

Chapter 36: plan

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The next day, Zhou Yanqing officially started the work of Song Yu's personal assistant in the real sense. After breakfast, he told Song Yu to take the medicine, and he drove to the company with Song Yu.

When the two passed the front desk one by one, Monica opened her mouth slightly, and the colorful expressions on her face fully expressed her surprise and desire to gossip.

Zhou Yan smiled at her lightly, the meaning was very clear - we will talk later.

Monica quietly said OK.

Song Yu walked in front. Because of his long legs, every step he took took a large span, giving people a sense of sharp wind under his feet.

Zhou Yan lightly thought, Song Yu doesn't look like an actor, but more like a corporate executive, and he is a secretary. Amused by his absurd thoughts, he lowered his head and pursed his lips into a smile.

Song Yu suddenly stopped in front of the office door, and Zhou Yanqing's thought of diverging into the distance was interrupted, he was puzzled: "Teacher Song, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Song Yu glanced at the ajar door of the office, pushed the door and walked in, and sure enough his office door was also ajar.

Zhou Yan lightly put his backpack on the desk, and asked Song Yu's back: "Mr. Song, do you want to pour you a glass of water?"

Song Yu remembered the cup of coffee with milk that he didn't have time to drink yesterday, and the "coffee" that was about to blurt out became "scented tea". After a pause, he added, "Two cups".

Zhou Yan frowned slightly to express his doubts. When he saw the door of Song Yu's office, he gritted his teeth secretly, but his face was calm, and he said "OK" and went out.

Song Yu pushed open the door of his office, and saw Meng Shiping leisurely reading a magazine leaning on the sofa as no surprise.

"Here we are." Meng Shiping raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows to say hello.

Song Yu nodded and said good morning, and also sat down.

Meng Shiping put down the magazine, raised his chin towards the outer office, and asked, "What's the matter? Did you really let Xiao Zhou live at your place?"

Song Yu: "Didn't I say that yesterday?"

Yesterday Song Yu's explanation was well-founded, but Meng Shiping always felt that something was weird, so he asked again, "Don't you like people at home? Even the housekeeping company arranges for people to clean while you are not around. "

Song Yu shifted his gaze from the magazines on the coffee table to Meng Shiping's face, he twitched his mouth, and replied with a chuckle: "Yeah, I don't like people entering my office without authorization."

Meng Shiping's smile froze on his face, what Song Yu said jokingly made him feel stuck in his throat, the tip of his tongue wandered between his teeth, and his anger was also on the verge of overflowing.

The sound of "beep beep" knocked away the undercurrent in the room, and Song Yu responded, "Come in."

Zhou Yan entered the door lightly, and put a cup of filtered scented tea on the coffee table in front of Song Yu. When he was handing the tea to Meng Shiping, he staggered a bit, and the cup hit the coffee table heavily and made a loud noise. Steady, only splashed a few drops on Meng Shiping's shiny leather shoes.

"Brother Meng, I'm sorry." Zhou Yan apologized in a panic.

Meng Shiping's cheeks were tense, Song Yu lightly suppressed the reproach on the tip of his tongue.

"What's the point of apologizing for such a trivial matter, are your hands burning?"

Zhou Yan tightened the corners of his mouth lightly, and replied blushingly: "No, thank you Teacher Song."

"Then go get busy." Song Yu raised his eyebrows, indicating that Zhou Yanqing could leave.

Meng Shiping looked at the two with a cold face, the anger that rushed to his forehead was dormant because of this episode, he snorted and asked, "Tell me about work."

"Exactly, I was just about to tell you about this, so let's talk about your plan first." Song Yu put down the magazine in his hand.

Meng Shiping always had a very upright attitude towards work. He removed the magazines on the coffee table and took out the small notepad he carried with him.

After turning to one of the pages, he said seriously: "I went to your house yesterday to talk about this matter. Zhang Wen called me the day I went back to my hometown and asked if you are interested in participating in the new movie he is preparing. "House" can be regarded as a condiment arranged for you. Even if you do nothing during this period, this program can be recorded in at most three months. We have to support such a big company, and it is not an option to always rest like this. If you If my body can’t bear it and I don’t want to act, I will push it away, then we have to consider whether to accept some easy jobs like advertising endorsements.”

Zhang Wen is a film producer, and "Clone" was produced by him. Before "Clone", he was in a state of no such person in the circle. After "Clone" gained a lot of word-of-mouth, box office, and awards, Zhang Wen's name also became famous in the circle. And "Clone" is also Song Yu's debut film, so this work has extraordinary significance for both of them, and it is within his expectation that Zhang Wen will come to the door again to cooperate.

Song Yu took a sip of the warm tea, bowed his head and meditated, but Meng Shiping thought he was thinking about it, so he didn't make a sound.

Meng Shiping didn't get a reply until he drank the last sip of tea in the cup. Finally, he couldn't bear his temper and poked hard on the coffee table with his fingertips. He said, "What do you think?"

"What?" Song Yu withdrew his thoughts of leaving. He looked at Meng Shiping without knowing why, and after a few seconds he said suddenly, "Movies are not considered for the time being."

"What did you say?" Meng Shiping didn't expect that after waiting for a long time, he would come up with such a loose sentence. He felt like being fooled by Song Yu, and his words seemed to be gnashing his teeth.

Song Yu twitched his mouth and chuckled, "Why are you in such a panic? We're not so poor that we can't get rid of it. Besides, didn't you say that you want the company to sign artists to invest in movies? I'm the boss and I still need to make movies. Keeping the company?"

Meng Shiping's clenched teeth suddenly loosened, and the gloom on his face was swept away, and the corners of his mouth were so happy that he couldn't hold back. He turned the notepad to the back, and said mysteriously: "Then let's talk about something else. Do you remember the movie "Long Road" that I showed you the script before?"

Song Yu was playing with the tens of thousands of lighters that Meng Shiping had left at his home yesterday. Seeing that Meng Shiping was waiting for his answer, he said stingily, "I remember."

"Because it's a same-sex theme, the director Yan De has been keeping the casting secret. I asked someone to inquire, and the casting has ended two days ago." Song Yu didn't intend to answer, Meng Shiping moved a little closer and continued, "Originally It doesn’t matter that Mo Jin is finalized for the role you’re going to play, what’s important is another male lead role, whose name I’m talking about, you probably haven’t heard of it.”

"Oh?" Song Yu expressed his curiosity very cooperatively, with a hint of anticipation.

Meng Shiping covered his lips and smiled: "Han Jin, I haven't heard of it. A young man who debuted on a talent show two years ago, has a bit of a fan base, and signed a small company. He may be lucky. He starred in the first idol drama last year. It was a hit this summer, and now it's about to star in Yan De's movie."

"What does this have to do with us?"

Song Yu turned on his mobile phone and began to search for news about Han Jin. Meng Shiping was in a state of excitement and did not find Song Yu's trembling fingertips.

"Here comes the important point." Meng Shiping closed the notepad, "The small company that signed him may not be very optimistic about him, and only signed a two-year contract with him, and the contract will expire in two months. Now That small company is probably full of regrets, and wanting to renew the contract with him is already a situation where the small temple cannot accommodate the big Buddha."

"so what?"

Meng Shiping smiled triumphantly: "So we want to get this potential stock that is about to soar as soon as possible. As far as I know, he has already entrusted others to contact the brokerage company, but because he signed a non-disclosure agreement, he cannot disclose that he will participate in the show." "The Road is Long", without such an important bargaining chip, his negotiation was not so smooth."

Song Yu stayed for a few seconds on Han Jin's photo from two years ago, and put the phone screen down on the coffee table. He remembered that Meng Shiping said yesterday that he was doing business near his house. Could it be that he was meeting Han Jin? Did they meet at this time

After hesitating for a moment, Song Yu tentatively asked: "Yesterday you said you were working near my house, just to see him?"

Meng Shiping was stunned for a moment: "Who?"

Song Yu: "Han Jin."

"No, we haven't reached the point where we need to have an interview with him. Didn't I just come to discuss with you today?"

Song Yu stared at Meng Shiping intently, trying to see a little panic after lying on his face, but the other party's expression was the same as usual, and there was no flaw.

Could it be that Meng Shiping and Han Jin really only met when they were filming "The Road is Long" in their previous lives? But when he let go, the first person Meng Shiping approached was Han Jin, so it was hard to explain this incident by coincidence.

Song Yu didn't ask any more questions, the slow exploration was his pleasure. He rubbed the forehead that was starting to throb again, and said a little tiredly: "I have no objection, you can figure out what to do next."

Meng Shiping breathed a sigh of relief, put on a worried expression, and asked, "How is Auntie? Is she feeling better?"

Song Yu replied without raising his head: "It's still the same."

"Did... hit you again?" Meng Shiping asked carefully.

"Um."

Meng Shiping sighed heavily, and patted Song Yu on the arched back: "Although I advised you many times and you didn't listen, I still want to tell you that you are only treating the symptoms, not the root cause, of wronging yourself like this. The doctor can't cure you." Can your disease be cured by your self-abuse method? Listen to me, don’t go there in the future, I will help you see my aunt once a week. Or if you are worried, take her to the place where my mother lives How's the nursing home?"

Song Yu lowered his head, supported his knees on his elbows, and supported his forehead with his hands. The word "Brother" brought him back to the years when he and Meng Shiping worked hand in hand a few years ago. On the opening day of the studio, the smiles of both of them were very real and pure.

Betrayal is real, and caring is not fake. The throbbing pain in the forehead seemed to spread to Song Yu's heart, and the pain made his eye sockets red.

When Song Yu looked up again, his expression was the same as usual, and he replied: "No, I won't go again."

"That… "

Meng Shiping wanted to say more, but the cell phone in his pocket rang, so he had no choice but to pick up the phone and walk out the door while talking. Song Yu's deep eyes kept staring at Meng Shiping's burly back until he could no longer see him.