Fang Yuchen walked on the street with a backpack that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, this was Beiping, the capital of the Chinese Empire, a metropolis of nearly 20 million people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are high-rise buildings here, but there is also a Chinese cultural atmosphere accumulated over thousands of years, making the city both modern and prosperous, and there are mottled ruins scattered in the streets and alleys.

The long and mellow Chinese style here fascinates him and makes him linger, because he has never seen or experienced all this, and it is a new world for him.

Li Cheng was still in the position of executive director yesterday, but he encountered a car accident on the way home after the finale banquet, and finally experienced the heart-rending taste of soaring clouds and fog, definitely not hanging Weiya, but woke up and came to the body of Fang Yuchen, the second young man in the Chinese Empire.

One day in August 2001, this second-class young man got drunk and fell in the bathroom last night.

After a short period of fusion, the new Fang Yuchen was born, but at this time he just had time to simply think about the current situation, and before he had time to think about it, he started a new day's journey, and when it was time to go to work, he lay in the bathroom all night and night.

It was a gloomy morning.

Fang Yuchen hurried to work with a backpack on his back, his head was still groggy, after all, there were too many things that needed to be straightened out, especially in the crowded subway in Beiping, he had a headache, it seemed that no matter what plane the Beijing subway was pasting photos.

The location where he works is the famous Bauhinia Building in Dongcheng District, Beiping, where there is a company called Changhong Records on the tenth to twelfth floors of the East Tower.

This is the leading big record company in the Chinese Empire, and the industry calls Changhong Records, which is headed by the four major record companies.

Although it seems that the place of work is very high-level, in fact, Fang Yuze is only the personal assistant of Yao Jun, a low-level agent in Changhong, and he is not named in Changhong Company at all.

After getting off the crowded subway, Fang Yuchen strolled on the street, the buildings on both sides of the road were antique, and many of them had a deep imprint of Chinese culture.

The spire of the Bauhinia Building was already seen in front of him, and Fang Yuchen saw a disabled person in a wheelchair blocking the sidewalk in front of him, so he walked down, and returned to the sidewalk after crossing the position of the disabled person.

With a swipe, a car drove past him quickly, almost hitting Yu Chen above, splashing some stagnant water on the ground.

With a squeak, the sound of the car's brakes came, and a Pentium 636 off-road stopped on the side of the road more than ten meters ahead.

Fang Yuchen looked at his body, I strangled it, the white half-sleeved T-shirt and black trousers were full of water and mud spots, damn, it was really declining enough, this was the rhythm of the meeting gift for him to come to the new world.

Fang Yuchen looked at the Pentium car with some annoyance, the Pentium car door opened, and a long leg wearing gray slim jeans stepped down first.

Then a tall black beauty with a super mask stood in front of Fang Yuchen,

She is 1.75 meters tall, just a little shorter than Fang Yuchen who is 1.83 meters, she is wearing a rice-style denim, a California cowboy hat on her head, and a big sunglasses, which cover half of her face.

It's just that the exposed sun-colored skin exudes a charming glow that makes people reverie.

With straight hair in a black shawl, slightly thick and long eyebrows, a long and high nose bridge, slightly inverted cheeks, and angular red lips, this is a three-dimensional face that is rarely seen in Chinese people, and it is extremely sexy and cold.

The denim she wears is undoubtedly oversized, but the front is tall and full, and the length of the pants characteristic of the rice-style denim shows off the beautiful woman's straight long legs.

At this time, another beauty came down from the co-pilot seat, this beauty is more than 1.60 meters tall and wears black sideburns, slender eyebrows, the same sunglasses cover her eyes, and below is a slightly upturned white nose, a round melon seed face, and soft lips.

A white shirt with bright white edges on the upper body, and a light blue denim skirt over the knees, if the previous beauty has a mysterious and charming exotic style, then this beauty is a standard oriental beauty.

"I'm sorry, I just ignored the road, but you also came out of nowhere, so you're also responsible, aren't you?"

The first rice-style denim beauty took off her sunglasses, a pair of Danfeng eyes were exposed, her black eyes shot a compelling look, there was no smile on her face, and there was a trace of stubbornness on her whole face, which is rare among girls.

Her words had a slight Cantonese accent, but her tone was not as soft as that of a southern girl.

Fang Yuchen asked Cang Tian speechlessly, he was also drunk when he met such a strange girl, he didn't speak, just pointed to the wheelchair that was still moving slowly and the disabled person above, needless to say, he knew why he suddenly ran out at a glance.

The tall beauty pursed her lips, and stopped trying to say something.

Another oriental beauty reached out and pulled the sleeve of the rice-style denim with an apologetic expression,

"I'm sorry, sir, but we just watched the road and didn't notice you, I'm sorry."

Her voice was light and pleasant, she then turned to the rice-style beauty, and waved her head to Fang Yuchen to signal, "Ming Chuhan,"

"I'm sorry I soiled your clothes."

Ming Chuhan's words were not too willing.

But what the oriental beauty said was very good, and Fang Yuchen reluctantly accepted it.

"It's not a big deal, you guys are busy, I'm going to clean up and go to work."

Fang Yuchen smiled and nodded at the oriental beauty, not seeing the tall beauty walking onto the walking path.

"Hey, wait a minute," Ming Chuhan looked at Fang Yuchen's pants with mud spots everywhere and shouted, Fang Yuchen looked back at him in confusion,

"No, this is five hundred yuan, enough for you to buy a pair of pants, I guess I'm wrong."

Hatsuhan pulled out a large ticket from his wallet.

Fang Yuchen knew who she met as soon as she heard it, and she was a rich lady who wouldn't apologize, wipe, did you think that anyone she met could be sent away with money.

"A little rain doesn't get in the way, as for the money," Fang Yuchen glanced at the green five-hundred-yuan ticket in this world with a smile, "It seems that I don't care, two bye." ”

Fang Yuchen turned around and left.

"What are you dragging, Xia Han, look at this damn little bastard, kindly let him be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs." Chu Han stomped her foot and bit her red lip and said angrily, she thought she had apologized in this way, but this person ignored it, how could this be.

"Okay, it's a bit hurtful when you take the money out like this." Xia Han glanced at Fang Yuchen, who was walking briskly on the sidewalk, and pulled Chu Han back to the car, she could only say that Ming Chu Han didn't care much about human feelings and sophistication, and was a little too self-conscious.

A few minutes later, the Besturn car pulled into the lane and continued on its way.

Fang Yuchen put his backpack and guitar on a seat on the sidewalk, and took out a light blue half-sleeved shirt from his backpack.

It seems that he is going to use one in advance today, but it can only be said that the beginning of today is a bad luck, will there be bad things waiting for him.

Fang Yuchen took off his white T-shirt on the street, changed into a shirt, and then left with a backpack and guitar bag.

When he arrived at the hall on the first floor of the Bauhinia Building, it was already past nine o'clock, just a little bit short, Fang Yuchen came to the elevator and waited,

"Xiao Fang, why did you do it, you arrived so late," came out of the elevator a tall and thin man in his thirties, he wore a gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was meticulously combed, he was wearing a white shirt and gray trousers, and his face was very shrewd.

"Mr. Yao, I have something to do today, just look at my pants." Fang Yuchen nodded his pants with some spots.

Fang Yuchen is indifferent to this position now, but when he first arrives, he still needs to observe it carefully, but since he doesn't care, his attitude is neither arrogant nor humble.

Yao Jun also felt that something was not quite right, he looked at Fang Yuchen and frowned, Fang Yuchen, who knew his character, knew that this master was very unhappy, but what was it, he was not happy.

"Hurry up to the bathroom and tidy up, and then go to the top coffee next to me to find me."

Yao Jun waved his hand very dissatisfied, and walked out quickly.

Fang Yuchen got on the elevator and entered Changhong Records on the tenth floor, which is where he works, but he doesn't have any registration here, strictly speaking, he is not an employee here, he is just a personal assistant recruited by Yao Jun, and Yao Jun is his boss.

He estimated that Yao Jun hired him, and he still took a fancy to some of his characteristics, and Yao Jun would definitely not be untargeted by such a shrewd person.

Fang Yuchen is slender and tall, his cheekbones are slightly prominent, his eye sockets are slightly sunken, his cheeks are slightly thin, his body is tall, and the broken hair on his head is flying in the wind, a standard man.

It's just that this good look, Fang Yuchen has studied in the United States for four years, it can be said that he has been soaking in the band all his spare time, and he has a deep understanding of Western music, while Chinese pop music is undergoing changes in recent years, and the penetration of Western pop music is getting stronger and stronger, and there is indeed a lack of talents in this area.

Therefore, Yao Jun took a fancy to Fang Yuchen at a glance among the hundreds of people who applied for the job.

Of course, if he is an assistant, he is actually a high-level miscellaneous worker, doing all kinds of work, and even driving and picking up a few singers who are not too famous under Yao Jun.

Of course, there are some dirty things in this, and the conflict between the singer and the agent and the company has to be buffered by a little assistant like them, and they know it hard.

Earlier, the reason why Fang Yuchen insisted was that he hoped that Yao Jun's path could enter Changhong Records, and finally become a producer, which was his wish for many years, so he did not hesitate to take his studies as a side job and a side business when he was in the United States, but fortunately, the main business was a stumbling normal graduation, and he had an explanation to his parents at home.

Yao Jun also promised to introduce Fang Yuchen to the upper echelons of the company in the future, so Fang Yuchen can be said to be extremely dedicated to Yao Jun.

But now, in today's Fang Yuchen, there is a bit of a sense of shame in it.

Fang Yuchen briefly disposed of his pants in the bathroom, and then walked out of the Bauhinia Building from the tenth floor.

Less than 100 meters to the right of the building, a large plaque of the top coffee is displayed.

This is Yao Jun's favorite, as the second-level agent of Changhong Records, Yao Jun's status in the company belongs to the middle and lower, and the real big stars and potential new stars are in the hands of the company's CEO Donnie and several first-level agents.

Therefore, Yao Jun's office is really not grand enough, so Yao Jun often goes to the lobby or to this coffee when signing a contract with the newcomer, and claims that the atmosphere is good for the newcomer.

Of course, once you sign a contract, hehe, you still need to care about the opinions of your artists.

Pushing open the door of the most coffee, the cool air of the air conditioner inside came to her face, and a welcoming lady smiled and bowed to Fang Yuchen, although she smiled skillfully but did not say anything.

This is because Fang Yuchen and Yao Jun often come, and they can't be more familiar with the people here.

Fang Yuchen said hello and walked up to the second floor, there was a private room there, Yao Jun must have fooled the newcomer there.

The eyes of the young lady kept watching his slender figure disappear down the stairs.

At this time, it was past nine o'clock in the morning, and there were almost no customers on the second floor of the coffee shop, so Yao Jun did not enter the fully enclosed private room with the guests.

He and the two beauties were sitting in an open position next to the glass curtain wall, and it was a good place to see the scenery along the street.

The direction Fang Yuchen walked in was the backs of the two beauties, but why were the two of them so familiar.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the two beauties looked back and held a big grass, and the three of them were stunned for a while.