Even if the other party was in a hurry, Wen Jiang was still unhurried and washed and bathed in an orderly manner.

After cleaning up his body, he picked up the clothes on the ground and shook them away, and the clothes were violently enforced by Huo Qingzhang, and they were as rotten as rags.

In desperation, he had to wrap his bathrobe and go to the bank to withdraw money, and when he came back, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and enjoyed the breakfast delivered by the hotel.

Looking at the past from this angle, you can vaguely see the palm prints left on the floor-to-ceiling windows, which are incomplete, with traces of crazy curling up and struggling, and they are a piece of paste.

Wen Jiang thought of the one million check and felt funny. That's the price of a million? It's really cheap, before wearing the book, there was an investor who offered 100 million to buy him on the first night, and he directly threw the tax ticket in his face:

"I pay hundreds of millions of taxes a year, and 100 million want to buy my first night, the Arabian Nights you created?"

But now he has replaced the identity of the original owner's cannon fodder, not to mention 100 million, the original owner, a million-powdered little paste coffee, has done his best to stay alive.

The original owner's qualifications are mediocre and have a good skin, and he took advantage of the good time to enter the circle to make a small profit, this money has already been squandered by him, and he doesn't know how hard he has no money, so he likes to squeeze the protagonist of the original text, Yun Shanchu, but he doesn't know Taishan, I don't know that Yun Shanchu is behind him, and he wants to have a good life if he offends Yun Shanchu?

Now the entertainment company to which the original owner belongs is just a boiled frog in warm water, tied to him with a contract, and does not arrange any work for him, just waiting for him to take the initiative to terminate the contract after he loses first, and the company can take the opportunity to get a sky-high breach of contract fee from him and squeeze out his remaining value.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Jiang found the phone number of an institution on the Internet, and called them to ask them in detail about the next urgent items.

The other end was very polite and politely said: "Thank you very much, your kind deeds will definitely increase your blessings and longevity, eliminate disasters and disasters, if it is convenient for you, winter is coming soon, maybe the children need some winter clothes." ”

Wen Jiang nodded: "Okay, please send me the size and leave a remittance account for me." ”

After hanging up the phone, he contacted the garment factory again, and asked the other side to send a video to check the fabric style in detail, finalize the cooperation, and make money quickly.

The owner of the garment factory kindly suggested: "Now is the time for the children to grow up, and the clothes they make may not be able to wear next year, so there is no need to use too expensive materials." ”

"It's okay, there's next year's clothes." Wen Jiang was concise and to the point.

In the end, I transferred a sum of money to the remittance account given by the institution, checked the balance, and only 80,000 yuan was left in half a day for one million.

Donating to welfare institutions is something Wen Jiang has been doing since he earned his first pot of gold before he wore books.

His parents died when he was nine years old, and left him an inheritance before he died, but in order to prevent being targeted by people with intentions, it was specially written: Unless force majeure occurs, the money can not be used until Wen Jiang is an adult at the age of eighteen.

And the reason why his uncle's family was willing to adopt him was nothing more than to fall in love with this considerable inheritance, and only waited for him to unload the mill and kill the donkey after he was eighteen years old.

The life under the fence is not easy, eating leftovers and being looked at, and the clothes he wears are all old things that his brother's brother has eliminated, he is older than his brother, he is taller than his brother, and his brother's old clothes are always shorter.

Every time he saw his uncle buying new clothes for his younger brother, little Wen Jiang would hide aside with envy on his face, secretly hoping that his younger brother would grow up soon, and when his younger brother grew up to the point that he couldn't wear clothes, he would be able to pick up his old clothes to wear.

That way, he has new clothes.

Wen Jiang lowered his eyes and looked at the only 80,000 yuan left in the card, pursed his lips and smiled.

No matter whether he will regret doing this, since he has done it, there is no chance to turn back, and if it wasn't for the mysterious well-wisher who secretly donated and sent him to learn acting, he would not have had a chance to enter the entertainment industry, let alone earn so much money to change his fate.

Wen Jiang admired him and admired him, but he didn't know who his name was, and he hadn't even seen his true appearance, he had only been here a few times, and he had covered it tightly, only at the moment when the window slowly rose, he saw the small mole looming above the neckline of his snow-white shirt.

That was also the last time I saw him, and in the six years since, whenever I am in a daze, I will think of the pale mole.

Later, Wen Jiang hoped to become him and do his best to help more children change their lives.

After doing everything, he bought cheap clothes from a certain group and took a taxi to the entertainment company where the original owner worked.

At this time, three hours had passed since the agent Yan Xi ordered him to come to the company quickly.

As soon as I entered the company, I saw several huge art photos hanging in the hall, and in the middle C photo was a young man with a long figure and a jade tree, his fingers curled against his red lips, his slightly raised chin revealed a bit of arrogance and nobility, and his delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were completely different from those artist boy groups that came down the assembly line, and they would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Wen Jiang saw the man's signature under the photo:

Yun Shanchu.

Oh, the super heartthrob male protagonist who combines Mary Sue's masterpiece and thousands of favors, Yun Shanchu.

The original text describes it as its name suggests, gentle and humble, jade and gold, and belongs to a unique little white flower character in the cool text market where the big male protagonist is in charge, perhaps readers are tired of seeing the big male protagonist who has opened his golden finger to the sky, and he urgently needs a small white flower to clear his mouth, so the original text exploded in one fell swoop with this kind of character.

Wen Jiang just glanced at it hastily and turned to go upstairs.

He has no interest in the little white flower, he only likes muscular men.

As soon as he pushed the door, the glass flew past him, falling to the ground and shattering into several pieces.

You don't have to guess, you know who is so angry.

There are two men sitting in the office, one is Yan Xi, a bald agent whose scalp is pink, and the other is Xue Mingyuan, the head of the entertainment company, one of the suitors of Yun Shanchu, the original male protagonist.

Wen Jiang was not impressed by the company's CEO, he appeared rarely, and his words and deeds were old-fashioned, which made Wen Jiang once think that he was an old uncle who was over half a hundred years old.

I didn't think that it was a little unexpected to see it today, he was a beautiful middle-aged man who was as warm as jade, and he was only in his thirties.

"Wen Jiang, are you determined to be rotten to the end? Three hours ago, I notified you to come to the company quickly, you are good, you are here for dinner, do you think we are in the mood to sit with you and talk calmly while eating? Yan Xi opened his mouth and his voice was rough.

Wen Jiang Gujing has no waves, no one invites him, but he can sit down calmly and consciously.

There was a faint pain under him, and this pain made his thoughts fly to Ordos in such a serious occasion. It was too big, and when I woke up, I realized that something that big could really enter the body.

Xue Mingyuan in front of the desk looked at Wen Jiang quietly, from the moment he entered the door, his eyes were inexplicably attracted by him, and in just a few seconds, he looked at him from head to toe.

Strange, I always feel that this person is different, but if you look closely, there is no change, is it an illusion?

Yan Xi seemed to want to vent his emotions, Wen Jiang entered the door for a long time, he didn't say a word about business, but began to comment:

"What's the matter, the management can't hold the thighs, so they start to go crazy? What's this, lip studs? How many surprises do you have that I don't know, stick out your tongue and see if you can still hit the tongue nail. ”

Wen Jiang likes shiny things, and likes the brief pain when the nail gun passes through the flesh, and the two buffs are superimposed together, which is an indescribable refreshing feeling.

He didn't panic at all, and poked out the tip of his tongue.

A glossy round silver nail was embedded in the moist red tongue, which was gently pressed against the shell tooth, in the red tongue. Yang shuddered slightly.

After a moment, he immediately pursed his mouth, and the corners of his slightly upturned eyes were full of aggression, even Xue Mingyuan, who had seen a lot of scenes, couldn't help frowning.

Although it was fleeting, Yan Xi could still see it clearly, and his eyes widened unconsciously.

, in a word, there really is.

He reasonably suspected that Wen Jiang was trying to find another way and planned to take a strange route to madness.

"You quickly pick this thing off, if you are photographed by a reporter and you don't know what to do, you are now a footwrap flying a kite, notorious."

I don't know if he was frightened by Wen Jiang's extremely aggressive gaze, Yan Xi's tone weakened a little, "If you take it off, will it leak if you drink water?" ”

"Entertainment people are also starting to emasculate themselves?" Wen Jiang narrowed his eyes, smiling rather than smiling.

"I can't wait to be an adult to you, and people are the most obedient." Yan Xi gritted his teeth and .jpg

"You tell you the truth, who did you spend the night with last night, and who was the fat man that the paparazzi photographed."

"I don't know." Wen Jiang said.

"Death is still hard-mouthed, I called you here to give you one last chance in the friendship that has taken you for many years, since you like to climb in bed, it just so happens that there is a spokesperson who likes your skin, either, you are happy to accompany people tonight, or, because of the losses caused by this incident to the company, you have lost a lot, choose it."

Wen Jiang suddenly remembered that before wearing the book, his company had a group of newcomers, and the company planned to create a new type of men's group, and he would go to the practice room to watch the children practice after work, and felt that they had good qualifications, not to mention being popular, at least they could occupy a place in the circle.

But this circle is very dark, not qualified to get ahead, like him, who has no power and no power and can still hold the status of a brother, belongs to the category of extremely lucky, most of them will eventually be buried in the sea of people, or, like this group of newcomers, unwilling to be buried, and finally packaged and sold by the company to other small companies, doing □□ to make a living, barely obtaining some unsightly small resources to satisfy their stomachs.

The matter was exposed, or because one of the members couldn't stand the multi-person movement, was paralyzed by playing, and walked into the media with a urine bag in the hope of seeking justice for himself.

But in the end, under the pressure of capital, there was not even a splash left.

Although this kind of thing has nothing to do with Wen Jiang at all, he couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw the boy with a urine bag and his face covered with injuries in front of the public.

And the fate of the original owner is very different from these people, and even surpasses it.

Wen Jiang raised his eyes: "If I want to pay, how much will I probably lose." ”

Yan Xi laughed at him: "Because of this incident, the capital withdrew and the stock price plummeted, not much, twenty or thirty million." ”

The little paste coffee who can't even pay next month's rent can't sell all the organs in his body for 20 million, and he still has a face to ask, which is ridiculous.

Wen Jiangwaner: "I have a third proposal, I don't know if Yan Da's agent and Mr. Xue are willing to listen to my humble opinion." ”

As soon as these words came out, Xue Mingyuan was sure that it was not an illusion.

Overnight, this person is really different, if this matter was put in the past, he would definitely come to cry and beg to let go of that set again, but today I can see a trace of confidence from him.

"You know it's a humble opinion, so don't ......"

"Okay, you say, I'll listen." Xue Mingyuan interrupted Yan Xi, who spoke ill of each other.

Wen Jiang smiled, and his words were not shocking: "Do you want to sign a gambling treaty with me?" ”

Xue Mingyuan: ?

VAM Treaty? It shouldn't be that he stuffed donkey hair in his ears, and such a thing as a gambling treaty is only suitable for talent streams that are not only suitable for cultivation value other than paste.

Yan Xi: ?

How did he know I was going to trick him into signing this thing and finally make a lot of money. Mind reading? Monster?

"The content is very simple, I earn a net profit of 700 million for the company within a year, provided that the company can not interfere in any of my decisions during this period, and there is no need to pay any cost for me, if I can't fulfill my promise after a year, I will compensate the company 80 million and take the initiative to terminate the contract, and jointly and severally compensate for the breach of contract fees written in the contract, how."

Wen Jiang pressed one hand against his chin, his index finger casually rubbed the silver nail at the bottom of his lips, and the corners of his lips smiled, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes that were curved like silver hooks.

What he wants is a breach of contract that "the company cannot interfere in any of his decisions".

Yan Xi was dumbfounded, and Xue Mingyuan remained silent and only looked secretly.

Indeed, if Wen Jiang is asked to pay 20 million in compensation now, he can't afford to sell him, even if he is sued in court, he will not get any benefit, since he wants to gamble, as long as he is sure that this is a profitable deal, he will toss the rest.

Xue Mingyuan helped the gold-rimmed glasses, pressed the phone and called the secretary in, and informed her to draft a VAM treaty immediately.

Wen Jiang did not hesitate to sign the daimyo and has since been burdened with a debt of 700 million.

Everyone thought that Wen Jiang was on the verge of madness because he had been hidden by the company for a long time, so he would open his mouth to sign this gambling treaty that even the top class did not dare to sign.

But Wen Jiang's drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to care about Huo Qingzhang.

He needed a reasonable reason for Huo Qingzhang to remember him and be impressed.