Yuan Qingyang has been very irritable lately, his best friend Cindy has disappeared for a week inexplicably, and then Cindy's child, Sheng'er, whom she regarded as her own, also disappeared four days ago.

Said it was missing, but she and the rest of the infected knew that the mother and son most likely ran into the damned Purifier and were killed.

Every time she thought of this, she couldn't wait to lure a few purifiers out and eat them alive.

But she can't, as the infected's helmsman in Kyoto, she has to think about the safety of her men, as well as the responsibilities she carries.

She had no way to find the murderers of Cindy and Sheng'er, so she could only bury this hatred in her heart, keep it brewing and fermenting, and wait for the day when the time was ripe, and then let this seed of hatred blossom and bear fruit in all purifiers.

"Mr. Yuan, do you have anything else to add?"

While Yuan Qingyang was pondering, Director Lu's voice came.

She shook her head slightly, and said to Director Lu with a smile:

"The contract was prepared by the company a long time ago, and now it only depends on what this Xiao Meng means."

Speaking of this, both of them focused their eyes on Meng Feibai's body.

Just when Yuan Qingyang was out of his mind just now, Director Lu had already told him the purpose of calling Meng Feibai today.

Just as Meng Feibai thought, in order to ensure the maximization of interests, the program team and the capital behind it, Guohua Entertainment, have tapped several potential players at this stage and are ready to sign them into their own companies.

If they agree, they will go to the end of the competition smoothly under the escort of the program team and Guohua Entertainment, and then get a good ranking.

If you don't agree, I'm sorry, in order not to get in the way of their selected players, Xiao Meng is likely to "find no such person" in the next game, and then leave the game without any sense of existence like other players who are not taken seriously.

In this regard, Meng Feibai already had a resolution in his heart.

Although the five-year contract is a little longer for him, he does not have much capital to negotiate at this time. For him, it doesn't make a big difference which brokerage company he signs with, and all he needs is their publicity channels and marketing methods.

So he didn't think about it for long, so he got up and said to Yuan Qingyang and Lu Dao:

"Thank you Mr. Yuan and Director Lu for their attention, I will try my best to live up to the expectations of the two."

Director Lu and Yuan Qingyang looked at each other and smiled when they heard this, knowing that Meng Feibai had agreed.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Meng Feibai's performance made Yuan Qingyang very satisfied, and even the mood that made her depressed for several days became better. So she slowly got up, smiled again and stretched out her left hand.

This time, Meng Feibai did not pull away with a light touch like the first time, but took two steps closer, solemnly stretched out his hands, and held Yuan Qingyang's palm tightly.

This is the attitude of the subordinates shaking hands with the leader, and it is also Meng Feibai's statement.

Feeling the strength and warmth from his palm, Yuan Qingyang nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately after, she smelled a familiar smell.

"Mr. Yuan, is there something wrong?"

Meng Feibai noticed that the expression on Yuan Qingyang's face was a little strange, and he couldn't help muttering a little in his heart.

Could it be that the future leader does not like to have physical contact with the opposite sex?

Thinking of this, he took a step back and reopened the distance between the two.

Suddenly, the familiar and palpitating smell that made Yuan Qingyang disappear. She twitched her small nose imperceptibly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she smiled again.

"It's okay, it's just that I suddenly remembered an annoyance, and it has nothing to do with you."

Hearing Yuan Qingyang's words, Meng Feibai was relieved.

"Then Mr. Yuan, if there is nothing to do, I will leave first."

He nodded politely to Yuan Qingyang and Lu Dao, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Go ahead, I'll prepare a contract of intent for you next time I record, and then sign a formal contract when the game is over."

Director Lu waved his hand casually, signaling that Meng Feibai could leave.

"Wait a minute."

Just as Meng Feibai turned around, Yuan Qingyang suddenly stopped him. At this moment, several thoughts flashed through Yuan Qingyang's mind, even including killing Meng Feibai now. But her long-term caution made her forcibly suppress the killing intent in her heart.

She needed to confirm a few more things.

Meng Feibai stopped, turned around and smiled:

"What else does Mr. Yuan command?"

Yuan Qingyang seemingly casually picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, and said softly:

"I don't know if you're free right now..."

At this point, she suddenly froze and glared at the closed office door.

"It's okay, you go first."

She frowned slightly, giving up her intention to ask Meng Feibai to "talk" to herself alone.

Meng Feibai glanced at Director Lu with a blank face, and found that Director Lu's face was also full of puzzlement, so he didn't say anything, nodded to the two again, and pushed open the door of the office.

Immediately afterward, a familiar shadow enveloped him.

"Damn, big brother, why did you get here?!"

Meng Feibai hurriedly closed the door behind him, and whispered to Gurhan in front of him with some dissatisfaction. Gurhan responded to Meng Feibai's complaint with silence, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him away quickly without saying a word.

What the two of them didn't know was that at the moment when Meng Feibai closed the door, a beam of cold eyes had already scanned Gurhan up and down through Meng Feibai's covering.

Sure enough, there was a fraud.

In Director Lu's office, Yuan Qingyang took another sip of coffee in his hand, and a trace of restlessness flashed in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

In the corridor, Meng Feibai was pulled by Gurhan all the way to the exit of the recording site with a red face, he wanted to struggle, but he did useless work.

Finally, without saying a word, Gurhan pulled Meng Feibai out of the recording hall, and it was not until the two of them stood on the side of the crowded street that Gurhan let go of Meng Feibai's arm.

At this time, Meng Feibai was already very ashamed and angry, he was a big man, and he was forcibly dragged so far by another big man walking his dog, and he was also seen by several staff members, this kind of thing would not be pleasant for anyone.

"What the hell are you going to do?!"

Meng Feibai said loudly while rubbing his wrist that had been held out of a red handprint.

Gurhan turned his head to look at him, and said coldly:

"There was danger just now."

"In danger?"

Meng Fei paused for a moment, and involuntarily thought of Cindy and Sheng'er, so he shivered.

"You mean, I was surrounded by an infected person just now?"

He asked cautiously, holding his wrist in one hand and wide-eyed.

"I don't know."

Gulhan shook his head.

"My ability is insufficient, there is no way to accurately sense the infected, it was just an instinctive feeling."

Meng Feibai wanted to complain when he heard this, but he thought that it was a matter of his personal safety, so he finally held back.

"You have to be careful with the people in that room just now."

Gulhan gave a cold instruction, then reached out and stopped a taxi.

After the two of them got into the car, the driver circled several times under Gurhan's instructions, and finally stopped in a place that Meng Feibai was completely unfamiliar with.

"Get out of the car."

Gulhan said in a deep voice. Meng Feibai couldn't stand his tone at this time, but after seeing his hard facial expression like a stone, he clicked his mouth and obediently got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, the two of them, under the leadership of Gurhan, wandered around the alleys with complicated road conditions for a while, until Meng Feibai was confused, and then returned to the door of the apartment rented by Meng Feibai and Jia Junjie.

"The fridge has food and water that I prepared earlier, enough for you to eat and drink for a few days. I'm going back to headquarters, and you're not going anywhere until I come back, understand? ”

Gurhan sent Meng Feibai all the way to the door of the room, gave a serious instruction with a serious face, and then turned around and left without saying a word.