Soon after Zhou Yanqing left, Song Yu received a call from Meng Shiping, who said on the phone that Han Jin had contacted him on his own initiative, and he hoped that the three of them would meet and chat.
"Have you talked to him on the island? Why did he contact you suddenly?" Song Yu asked.
Meng Shiping laughed lowly: "I just gave him a business card to send a 'signal'. He is a smart man. Since he contacted us proactively, it means that he is also very interested in joining our company."
Song Yu closed the book on his lap and replied, "Then let's meet and talk."
Meng Shiping suggested: "Then why don't we have lunch together, and I'll book a restaurant."
Song Yu was not yet confident that he could sit down with the two of them for dinner calmly, so he replied, "No, see you at the company this afternoon."
Just after hanging up the phone, the phone vibrated twice again.
Song Yu clicked on it, and it was a message from Zhou Yanqing, telling him that there are quick-frozen wontons in the refrigerator freezer, and that if you don't want to eat takeaway, you can cook wontons, and then sent over the detailed steps of cooking wontons.
Song Yu replied with a smile, "Okay", and transferred another thousand yuan, with the remark of "It's fun".
Originally, he wanted to transfer more points, but based on his understanding of the little assistant, it would be 100% returned. One thousand yuan is not a big amount, and the assistant should accept it calmly.
Sure enough, Zhou Yanqing accepted the transfer, and he sent an emoji of a villain kneeling and kowtowing, with the text "Thank you boss" next to it.
Song Yu raised his mouth and put away his phone.
In order to live up to the little assistant's wishes, he cooked a bowl of wontons himself at noon. In fact, it's not that he can't cook at all, it's just that he was too busy before and didn't have the time later. Cooking by myself today, I have experienced the real fireworks in the world for a long time.
It's a pity that the wontons he cooked were not as good as Zhou Yanqing's. Several of them had broken skins. I don't know what caused it, but they tasted good. He imitated his little assistant's way of eating, and added a spoonful of oil and chili, which was spicy and delicious, with a special taste.
After lunch, he drove slowly to the company.
Monica was touching up her makeup. From the corner of her eye, she saw Song Yu pushing open the door of the company and walking in. She immediately stood up and said hello.
Song Yu smiled gently and asked, "Is Brother Meng here?"
"Here we are, in the reception room." After Monica replied, she glanced at the door suspiciously.
Song Yu followed her gaze and said, "Xiao Zhou didn't come."
"Xiao Zhou usually goes in and out with you like a puppy, but he is not used to it when he's not here today." Monica smiled awkwardly, she dared to joke with the boss now.
The term "little dog" is a bit interesting. Zhou Yanqing's moist and clear eyes appeared in Song Yu's mind, and he explained: "Xiao Zhou went to a reunion with his classmates."
Monica smiled brightly: "I haven't missed him for a few days."
"You seem to like him a lot?" Song Yu blurted out.
"Who wouldn't like it!" Monica clenched her fists on her chest, exaggerating her expression, "He's so good-looking, good-natured, and sweet-mouthed, even the cleaning aunt wants to recognize him as her godson."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement.
The door of the reception room was ajar. Song Yu heard that Meng Shiping and Han Jin were talking about recording a program on the island. The atmosphere was quite relaxed, and the two seemed to be very familiar with each other.
He knocked on the door before pushing it in. Han Jin who was facing the door stood up, the corners of his mouth raised to reveal his sharp little canine teeth: "Brother Song, long time no see."
Meng Shiping joked: "Didn't we just break up yesterday?"
"One day is like three autumns."
Han Jin has always liked to say such wisecracks, and Song Yu in his previous life felt that he was frank, but after breaking away from the filter of lovers, Song Yu only felt bored.
But he didn't show it on his face, he just nodded politely and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Standing next to Han Jin was a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing ordinary black-rimmed glasses.
He is Han Jin's agent, Chen Ming. In his previous life, Han Jin took him to sign into the company. He is usually a man of few words. Han Jin likes him very much.
Chen Ming nodded and lowered his eyebrows, and greeted politely: "Mr. Song, I am Chen Ming, Han Jin's manager."
There was always a smile on the corner of Song Yu's mouth, and he looked at Chen Ming a few more times with ulterior motives.
Chen Ming's name and appearance are very common, so common that Song Yu almost forgot about this man, and only remembered when he saw him today.
After Han Jin joined the company in his previous life, the entire company's resources were tilted towards him, and Chen Ming did not play his due role as a manager. In addition, he is very taciturn, Song Yu doesn't have a deep impression of him, and Chen Ming is more like a driver who carefully takes Han Jin to his house every time in his eyes.
Goodbye in this life, Song Yu couldn't help but look at him differently, maybe Chen Ming played a very important role between himself, Han Jin and Meng Shiping in his previous life.
Dogs that don't bark are more likely to bite.
"Sit down and chat." Song Yu looked away and told them to sit down.
Meng Shiping gave Song Yu a look, and Song Yu nodded. Meng Shiping cleared his throat, didn't waste any more time and made excuses, and straight to the point expressed his intention to sign Han Jin into the studio, and also explained the company's development plan for the next two years in detail.
Chen Ming pondered less before he said: "Although I am very optimistic about your company's development prospects, I am skeptical that you said that these plans will be basically realized within two years. For now, your company doesn't even have any employees. The equipment is complete, isn’t it? For Mr. Song, who is both popular and capable, even if you don’t act in the next two years, time will only allow you to accumulate more solid acting skills, but for us Han Jin, he He has just become popular, if the next excellent resources cannot be connected immediately, then he may soon disappear from this circle."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows, and looked at Chen Ming with admiration. It turned out that he was not as dumb and clumsy as he remembered. He was not only logical and eloquent, but he was still a little worse than Meng Shiping.
Chen Ming's words first raised and then restrained, and he expressed his concerns euphemistically. To put it bluntly, he thought that Meng Shiping made him an unrealistic promise, which was a big deal for them. He was afraid that Han Jin would sign into the company. In the future, the company will not be able to provide excellent resources as promised.
Meng Shiping was also somewhat surprised by the other party's clear logic and excellent eloquence, but he did not panic, and calmly handed a business plan to Han Jin and Chen Ming.
"The problem you are worried about will not arise. If we don't intend to develop in the direction of a brokerage company, we don't need to rent such a large office building, let alone recruit artists to our company. Teacher Song is enough to support us Company. Taking a step back, even if we signed Han Jin under the current state of our company, he would not lose money. Even if Mr. Song chooses the remaining scripts and let Han Jin pick and choose, he still has a choice. To be honest, I have at least five sets of scripts in my hand."
Meng Shiping paused, and looked up at the two people opposite. Chen Ming's expression was a little loose, while Han Jin looked relaxed.
Meng Shiping snorted, leaned back in his chair and continued: "As for variety shows, commercials, and fashion resources, of course we also have a lot of resources. It's just that Mr. Song used to keep a low profile and just wanted to film in peace. We want to shoot variety shows, just nod, don't we?" On the show "Returning to the Garden"? Oh, yes..." He tapped his fingertips on the round table in the reception room, and looked at Han Jin proudly, "The recording invitation for "Returning to the Garden" two days ago is Our meeting."
Han Jin's pupils trembled slightly, and the expression on his face changed a little.
Chen Ming was even more shocked: "I think it's the opportunity that the company won for him in order to keep Han Jin." I also know that Han Jin's current small company cannot get such good resources.
For the next half an hour, Chen Ming and Meng Shiping communicated in detail about the signing of the contract. Han Jin occasionally interjected, and Song Yu listened with folded arms the whole time.
The deeper the chat, the richer the expression on Chen Ming's face, and his hands began to tremble with excitement.
The conversation came to an end, and the intentions of both parties were very clear. Chen Ming said cautiously: "The contract between Han Jin and the company will expire in two months. If the contract is terminated early, it will be necessary..."
"There is no need to terminate the contract in advance." Song Yu cut off Chen Ming's words in a deep voice.
The three looked at Song Yu together, Meng Shiping was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
The liquidated damages for two months is a considerable amount of money for Han Jin who has just tasted his popularity. Chen Ming obviously hopes that Song Yu will pay the money. Meng Shiping originally intended to do so, but right now Song Yu seems not to want to pay liquidated damages for Han Jin.
Song Yu took a sip of the cold coffee, frowning slightly, it was too bitter, not as good as Zhou Yanqing's coffee.
He swallowed the bitter coffee in pain before he said: "I said that there is no need to terminate the contract in advance. Breach of the contract is a breach of trust, and you have no disputes or conflicts with the company. If this matter is taken by your competitor It will have a certain impact on your reputation. Although it is too early to say these things, many high-end brands are very concerned about the character of the spokesperson, and early termination of the contract may affect your reputation in the future. Lost the opportunity to endorse a high-end brand, no?"
Meng Shiping and Chen Ming looked at each other. Although Song Yu's concerns were far away, it was undeniable that what he said was right.
"But..." Chen Ming felt a little uneasy.
Song Yu lowered his face and said seriously: "I know what you are worried about. Are you afraid that if we repent in two months, you will lose more than you gain?"
Han Jin said embarrassingly, "No."
"We can first sign an agreement to protect your legal rights, and then we can sign a formal contract after you and the company have successfully terminated the contract, how about that?" Song Yu stared at Han Jin with a smile.
Han Jin's heart was burning, and his Adam's apple twitched several times before he replied in a low voice: "No problem."
At this time, Song Yu's cell phone rang in his pocket, and it was a message from his attending doctor, Chen Ying, reminding him not to forget the follow-up consultation in the afternoon.
"Let's talk about the rest, I still have something to deal with." Song Yu put away her phone and said to Meng Shiping.
Han Jin also stood up: "Why don't we stop talking today, anyway, we have plenty of time."
Meng Shiping also nodded: "It's getting late, I have to go to my mother's place later."
"Brother Song!" Song Yu was about to leave, but Han Jin stopped him, "It's not convenient for us to drive the company car today, we came here by taxi, I don't know if it is convenient for you to give me a ride."
Song Yu smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, it might be inconvenient, I'm rushing to the hospital for a follow-up visit." He looked at Meng Shiping again, "Ask Brother Lin to send him off."
"Follow up? Brother Song, are you sick?" Han Jin approached a little closer, almost sticking to Song Yu.
Song Yu took half a step back and replied, "The old illness is almost healed."
After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.