This comparison, not to mention that Jiang Fanxing can't look past it, even Song Tang, a person from Party A, can't look past it.

Shen Yunyi, who was in charge of post-production, heard them negotiating, took off his headphones, coughed a few times, and reminded in a low voice: "You two, you guys are talking too loudly, this is the office area." ”

In the office hall, everyone has a computer, and they are busy editing and producing, although they are all wearing headphones, but it is inevitable that there are headphones like Shen Yunyi who have no sound.

Jiang Fanxing and Shen Yunyi have some work friendships, both of them are straightforward personalities, and after coming and going, the two became friends.

But people who are often too direct may not mix well in the workplace, Jiang Fanxing has been in this industry for several years, and has been pressed by Shen Qiong, the predecessor of the same company, even if the artists Shen Qiong is bringing now collapse one after another.

Shen Yunyi is too, after a few years of mixing, he is still a small editor, and he is as busy as a dog every day, and he is not as good as the female colleague next to him to drink a few glasses of wine with the leader and get promoted quickly.

Two people who are frustrated in the workplace will occasionally take the time to meet and have a drink together.

Downstairs café

Jiang Fanxing and Shen Yunyi sat face to face, picked up the coffee, clinked glasses of wine, took a sip, the feeling of bitterness in the intestines made them ache and enjoy.

Shen Yunyi complained about a bunch of nepotism in the company, and as soon as he took a breath, Jiang Fanxing also turned on the complaining mode.

"That Shen Qiong, with one collapsed one, with two collapsed and one pair, is it her luck? No, she already knew what kind of people Bian Kai and Jiang Zhe were, just because these two were rich second generations, they would save effort and pay off a lot. When she made money, she didn't think the money smelled all in her pocket, but now she is going to lose money, and she will lose money with the company and the rich second generation. That's a lot of money. ”

"However, Shen Qiong's reputation in the industry is so stinky, why don't you take those of us who work hard in a down-to-earth manner?"

"The artist I brought with me graduated from the performance department with a bachelor's degree, and I relied on my own efforts step by step, and finally got a little resource, and I had to be robbed by Ming."

Jiang Fanxing drank coffee as wine, and when he drank it, it was bitter, and the bitter water poured out was even more bitter.

Song Tang sighed slightly and persuaded: "You guys, you will never learn to swallow the bitterness in your stomach, so much coffee is drunk in vain." ”

The two said in unison: "I can't swallow it!" ”

Roar, these two people have similar temperaments.

I learned from Shen Yunyi that their production team had received two tasks from the Rong family, Ming Tian's one was in a hurry and asked to highlight the product, while Shen Zhou's one was not so anxious and asked to highlight the characters.

However, all the planning related to endorsement advertising, including contracts and finance, must go through the president's office, and Song Tang has done it all, and there are no two, only one.

If Zheng Li took the Rong family's money and made profits for himself, then he would be guilty of using power for personal gain.

It's just that Shen Yunyi is just a small employee and can't get a contract from the producer.

If you can't get a contract, there is no substantive evidence.

Without substantial evidence, she couldn't go to Rong Chuqin to expose Zheng Li.

What's more, now that Rong Congmu has returned, Zheng Li has double protection, even if she finds out his mistakes, I'm afraid she can't drive him out of the Rong family.

Song Tang and Shen Yunyi left each other's contact information, this kind of upright person may not be suitable to be comrades-in-arms, but it is definitely worth making friends.

It's autumn in the capital, and the temperature turns cool as soon as the sun goes down.

At the end of September, ginkgo biloba is fragrant before yellow osmanthus, and a refreshing fragrance wafts in the air from time to time.

Song Tang walked aimlessly on the street, passing by the shopping mall, where a mooncake advertisement was playing on the huge electronic screen on the outer wall of the building, and she suddenly realized that yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival of another year, the moon is full, people are reunited, and Rong Chuqin is finally reunited with his parents and sisters.

And she......

Song Tang was inexplicably flustered, feeling that his breath was all at once, and he couldn't catch it, and then his legs began to weaken, and his eyes began to faint.

"Bang", she fell on the spot uncontrollably, conscious, but her whole body was weak and unable to move.

"Oops, somebody fainted......"

"Little girl, are you alright?"

"Is it hypoglycemia, I have sugar here, give it to ......"

Passers-by gathered around to see the situation, pinched her again, stuffed sugar in her mouth, and fed her some water.

Gradually, she relieved slightly, opened her eyes, and said weakly: "Thank you, thank you, I seem to ...... It's a little better......"

The two aunts helped her up to the flower bed on the side of the road and let her sit.

The people around her confirmed and confirmed with her, and confirmed that she was really okay before they dispersed.

Song Tang sat on the edge of the flower bed, still unable to get up, the night wind blew, and she only felt cold when she was sweating profusely.

She spread out her palms and put them in front of her, and although it had eased somewhat, her hands were still shaking uncontrollably.

She gathered her fingers and propped her hands on the edge of the flower bed, the cement and stone flower bed was not flat and smooth, her fingers pressed the edges hard, her nails were smoothed and broken, and she did not let go.

The road was full of traffic, cars came and went, and she suddenly had a terrible thought.

"No...... You can't ......" she gritted her teeth and said to herself, "Song Tang, can't ......"

She closed her eyes and didn't look at the cars, but there was an image in her mind that she didn't want to see.

Rong Chuqin was pushed into the emergency room last night, she panicked, and some memory fragments kept popping up in her mind, and at this moment, it came again, and the picture was more coherent and clearer.

Twenty years ago, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, in Nancheng, Guilan Mountain, a car accident, she lost her parents forever, and she was pushed out of the car, and she saw the runaway car rush out of the winding mountain road and rush down the mountain.

That year, she was only five years old.

The nails hurt very much, and the pain of tearing the flesh and bones made her temporarily regain her senses, and she suddenly opened her eyes, and the original fine cold sweat had now condensed into beads of sweat the size of beans.

Suddenly, an autumn wind blew, and she shivered with cold.

Song Tang shook her head, shook off those terrible memories, and also shook off that terrible thought, bent her knees, hugged her arms, and sat there curled up in a protective posture.

I don't know how long later, a car light suddenly hit, she raised her head a little, her eyes were hazy and looked out, only to see a figure get out of the car under the strong light, trotting towards her.

Song Tang ...... Is it really you, Song Tang? Song Tang? ”

Song Tang heard the voice, raised his head, and saw that it was Lu Yiheng, and breathed a big sigh of relief, "Brother Heng......"

Lu Yiheng couldn't believe her eyes, her face was bloodless, her lips were as white as paper, her hands and fingers were full of blood, and her clothes were also full of blood.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, Brother Heng, I'm fine."

"How can it be okay? What have become of you?! ”

"I'm dizzy with low blood sugar, just take a break."

"You really don't have to go to the hospital?"

"No, you don't."

Lu Yiheng saw her insistence, but could only sigh, "Then go to my car and take a rest?" ”

"Okay."