……

A week later.

Bai Tu came home from outside, and his briefcase contained a bulging pile of documents.

The life of OCD is very ritualistic.

He meticulously stomped his feet on the mat outside the door twelve times, took off his shoes after entering the door, put them in the third compartment on the second floor of the shoe cabinet, and then took off his coat plastic sealing bag, stuffed it into the closet and waited for processing, then put down the briefcase, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and changed into cotton home clothes.

Then I went to work in the study.

Moments later, the doorbell rang.

He called up the downstairs access control monitoring on the computer, saw his new boss probing his brain, sighed, he remotely opened the downstairs door and his own electronic lock door opened, and after a while, Cao Yifang walked into the study with a box of pizza radiantly.

"I know you haven't eaten yet, you're hungry, come on, take a bite. ”

Bai Di looked at Cao Fang from bottom to top for a moment, and saw that his coat was covered with catkins flying outside, his brows trembled slightly, and his eyes were solemn.

"Uh......"

Cao Fang now knows that once this guy has an OCD attack, he will let out this meaningless moan.

He looked innocently at his feet and looked back at the ground around him: "I didn't get dirty, and I changed your disposable slippers." ”

Bai Di's throat twitched, and he said with difficulty: "Come in later, hang your coat on the hanger at the door first......"

"Okay. Although Cao Fang felt that it was very troublesome, he still obediently did so.

He originally wanted to eat and study work in the study, but was refused, so he brought it to the large dining table in the living room, and was rejected again, Bai Di said: "This dining table is only used during the main meal, and I usually use the small dining table in the kitchen." ”

Cao Fang was faintly crazy.

Bai Di also doesn't like to eat pizza, especially doesn't like to grasp it with his hands, and must put it in a pot before he is willing to take it.

Cao Fangfang, who was not inferior to him, was full of malice in front of him to cut the pizza in his basin into a mess, and the first knife cut his triangular pizza into a trapezoidal diagram, a crooked trapezoid.

When he saw Bai Di's tangled eyes, he was inexplicably relieved.

Since the studio is still being renovated, the current temporary office location is at Bai Di's home.

He, like Lin Yin, now calls him white tea, it is estimated that Tu Tu has been mispronounced by the teacher since he was a child...... Over time, white tea became his nickname.

"Bai Cha, look at the studio logo I went to design today."

Cao Yifang sat on a small bench next to his desk and handed over a design sample with a logo printed on it.

Bai Di glanced at it, and the Logo on it was simple in style, but the Cao character was twisted into a circle, and the black was ochre.

"Very good. Bai Di only glanced at it, and then continued to look at his computer screen: "It doesn't really matter how the studio logo is, don't waste too much time on it." ”

"Good. Cao Fang was also refreshed: "That's it." Then observe Bai Di's reaction.

Bai Di frowned unconsciously, and then looked at the paper again, "The font is bold, the thin lines and the rounded logo shape look very frivolous, like a hollow leaf, the font color is very textured, but it doesn't fit your personal style, it's not eye-catching, change it to dark red or dark gold." ”

Cao Fang smiled: "Then I'll tell the design company." ”

"Leave me alone, I'll just go back and pick a spot and send it to them. Bai Di said.

"I found out that you have obsessive-compulsive disorder and say you don't care, but you actually want to care about everything. Cao Fang clapped his hands and stood up, it was difficult for him to sit still all the time, and walked around the study again: "It's okay, I'll be relaxed now." ”

Bai Tu smiled slightly.

They communicated some of the main problems of the studio at present, mainly Bai Di gave the direction, let Cao Fang take the decision, and the rest was Cao Fang to ask, and Bai Di gave the direction.

"You will have to hire both the agent and the manager in the future, but it is not necessary now, save money...... It's good to give Mo some overtime pay. ”

"I've chosen the finances, and I can join the company this week, but there is no office space for the time being, you can rent a space temporarily, and I asked Mo to screen a few places, or just let her work from home. ”

"The studio will be vacant for a while after the renovation, and now I have to ventilate while decorating, I bought a purifier to remove formaldehyde, but at least I have to wait for three months before I can officially enter the office. ”

"Makeup artists and PR and the like, work directly with your original studios, and pack everything you can. ”

"Screenwriting is more troublesome, and your idea is good, but it's better not to rush to open another screenwriting studio...... Our first step is to choose a project, if you are not very short of money this year, don't take on other dramas, just focus on making a film, do practical things, and prove that the current public opinion is wrong about your worries and disfavorability. ”

He quickly tapped on the keyboard, stared at the computer with a frown, then pulled open the drawer, took out a thin folder, and handed it to Cao Yifang.

"You take a look, I've screened it, these online articles are more diverse, and the back is marked with the copyright quotation, and the actual price that I think can be negotiated in the end, and the last two pages are my personal notes. ”

Cao Fangfang took it and looked at it carefully.

Now public opinion has given him a lot of pressure, the previous controversy has not completely stopped, and because he only debuted two years ago and set up his own independent studio, he is not favored by others, actors and stars are different species, and entertainment businessmen and stars are different species, and the thinking mode and profit model are very different.

What's more, Cao Fangfang's studio is his sole proprietorship.

In the previous debate, he revealed the direction of his studio, and actually planned to adapt and produce, which has been proven by the market to be a very poor male frequency web drama......

Regardless of whether the debate is won or lost, people always look at the past history to discern the risks, and few can look to the future.

The future is always unknowable.

In the eyes of insiders, his step was simply shaky.

Cao Fangfang now looks like he should eat and play on the surface, but in fact, his inner anxiety is no different from that of every start-up entrepreneur.

He stood there, watched silently for a few minutes, and then exhaled heavily: "Looking at the remarks analysis behind you, I suddenly found that there are a lot of practical problems......

Bai Di never stopped what he was doing when he spoke, "Problems are always stacked on top of each other, you separate them and solve them one by one, the best way to relieve anxiety is to keep working." ”

"yes. Cao Fang frowned: "There is another way, which is to divert anxiety and build one's own happiness on the pain of others." ”

Bai Di couldn't help but raise his head and glanced at him uneasily.

The bookcase beside him is full of Chinese and foreign books, arranged according to size, thickness and color, and the arrangement pattern seems to be very complicated.

Cao Fang swooped out a copy, looked at it for a while, and then stuffed it back.

In the middle of the thick black and gray book, there is an abrupt touch of bright yellow.

Bai Di forced himself not to turn his head to look.

He knew that Cao Fang would help him sort it out in the end, but ...... Can't help it.

At the corner of the desk there is a small but beautiful gradient puzzle, a sea of sunset.

Cao Fang buckled a piece out.

Then another piece was buckled.

Then swap places.

Bai Di couldn't stand it when he heard the movement, he didn't dare to look at it, his eyelids jumped wildly, and he let out an uncontrollable moan of pain in his throat, and after a while, he finally couldn't help it: "Don't you ...... like this"

"Okay, okay, don't make a fuss, I just want to try desensitization therapy for you. ”

Cao Fang gave up his bad taste, and he still had a bunch of things to deal with, so he picked up this puzzle piece, sat down and helped him fight back to his original position with peace of mind, and after a while, he got up and left: "I'll go first, I'll take this list, and I'll try to screen out what I want in the past two days." ”

"Okay, goodbye. ”

After the new boss left and heard the sound of the door closing, Bai Di breathed a sigh of relief...... Sure enough, the house is still not suitable for outsiders to enter and exit at will......

Bai Di unconsciously turned his head and glanced at the small puzzle piece in the corner of the table.

His breathing suddenly became a little short......

A square and colorful piece of paper came into view, as well as a small note written by Cao Fangfang.

[The more you fight, the more messy it gets, you can't fight back hahaha...... ╮(╯▽╰)╭】

……

On April 12, the 32nd Feitian Award Ceremony.

In the limelight, Cao Yifang was dressed in a black suit, and walked to the stage with full spirit, and he took the heavy Feitian Award trophy with a well-dressed partial back.

The smile was slightly embarrassed.

"Hmm...... I never expected that. ”

Cao Yifang looked at the "Flying Little Fairy" of the trophy, half happy, half regretful: "I will win the Outstanding Screenwriter Award." ”