"Sit down."
The girl accidentally collected the bullets on the table and poured two drinks over.
"Hengye, your agency is actually Xingyun?" Lu Xingchuan looked at Hengye and finally asked this question.
A large multinational company like Nebula must have many subsidiaries in addition to its headquarters, and each subsidiary studies different things.
Similarly, there is certainly no shortage of entertainment companies.
But...why haven't I heard that Hengye is an artist of Xingyun before?
Or is it hidden so well?
Hengye shook his head. "No, I'm an individual. I have my own studio. I don't belong to any agency, and similarly, I don't belong to Xingyun."
In fact, he had applied to enter the Nebula before, but was rejected by Yun Wanning every time.
The reason is... don't bring disaster to the company.
Hengye: "..." What do you mean by "harming the company"?! He can obviously bring huge benefits to the company! Does this girl have any foresight?
Hearing this answer, Lu Xingchuan was a little confused.
Listening to what Hengye said just now, it is obvious that this guy and Mr. Yun do not have that kind of relationship, nor are they a boss-employee relationship. So why did Hengye appear here?
As if he understood what Lu Xingchuan was thinking, Heng Ye kindly began to explain. "I came here today to discuss work. Ms. Yun and I are old acquaintances, and I'd like her to do me a favor."
Hengye didn't say what it was specifically, and Jiang Yubai and the others didn't ask any further.
Suddenly, the living room returned to silence. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. Heng Ye noticed some fiery gazes and subconsciously turned his head, only to meet Lu Xingchuan's fierce eyes.
Hengye: “???”
Did he misunderstand something?
"Mr. Jiang came to see me..." Yun Wanning looked at the two people next to her and raised her eyebrows.
Late in the evening, both of them came to her villa.
If she was a little girl who knew nothing, she would be scared to death if three men suddenly appeared in the villa late at night.
Jiang Yubai was stunned, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.
I came here in such a hurry that I was busy fixing my clothes and hair, and forgot to think about this problem.
"Um... I wanted to call you, but I was afraid I couldn't explain it clearly over the phone. As for what it was..."
"That Mr. Yun! You helped me out at the police station before. We ran into Director Wang today, and he asked us to come and thank him."
Before Jiang Yubai could finish his words, Lu Xingchuan had already started answering.
The girl pursed her lips and said, "Thank you?"
"Muchuan has helped the police station a lot. Recently, the police station has been solving cases one after another. Director Wang is so happy that his mouth is almost crooked with smiles!"
"It's okay, it's just a piece of cake."
To be honest, if Lu Xingchuan hadn't mentioned this, she would have almost forgotten about this incident.
Hengye is not a socially anxious person. On the contrary, whenever he sees Lu Xingchuan and Jiang Yubai, he always wants to ask something.
So the originally awkward atmosphere in the entire living room now seems less awkward with the help of Hengye's beef.
As the clock was about to point to ten, their conversation finally stopped.
Jiang Yubai took Lu Xingchuan away from Yun Wanning's villa, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.
"elder brother?"
"The director of the new group of people from Takayasu contacted me and wanted me to compose music for their new film."
His voice was very flat, but Lu Xingchuan, who heard it, was not very calm. He stared at Jiang Yubai and swallowed unconsciously.
"Then your identity..."
"Forget it, I don't intend to hide it anyway. If possible, I might be able to compose music for Qiao Jinghe, the man Yanyue likes, but it seems there is no chance for now."
Rukawa is a person who is not inferior to him. Now he has the opportunity to cooperate with Qiao Jinghe. If there is no change in the future, they should continue to cooperate.
However, if there are any changes, who will take over if Rukawa doesn't?
Not to mention others, he won’t answer it anyway.
Although he has never met Rukawa in person, he has a connection with this guy since his debut, and he is familiar with his usual style of doing things.
If I can't even get along with Rukawa, then I'm afraid no composer in this music industry would dare to take the job.
On the other side, when the living room became quiet and Yun Wanning was the only one left, she took out the bullets she had just put away.
The bullet was not big and lay quietly in the palm of my hand.
But this small bullet can take anyone's life.
Thinking of this, she chuckled and looked at the slightly worn metal bullet, holding it tightly in her palm with her five fingers.
At the same time, the girl closed her eyes.
If you look closely, you will find that she seems to have entered a certain state and will not allow anyone to disturb her at all.
After a long time, she opened her eyes, her black eyes were deep and cold.
"Wind... is there a wind-type psychic in Organization C?"
It has been some time since the bullets were used up. Although her perception of them was minimal now, she was still certain that it was the energy of the wind-type mutant.
Well, that’s a gain.
This is not Heng Ye's first time to come to China. He can be considered half Chinese, but perhaps because of his work, he cannot come and go as he pleases like Yun Wanning.
So much so that he starts looking forward to it every time before coming to China.
As for what to look forward to... of course, I'm looking forward to the delicious Chinese food. In China, there are so many delicious foods that you can't eat them all.
Just a simple plate of fried noodles or egg-filled pancakes on the roadside can instantly beat the dry bread and steaks sold internationally.
The weather is quite hot in the summer, but it is relatively cool after a heavy rain.
Hengye was wearing a black baseball cap and running back and forth in a snack street. In a short while, his hands were full, and he didn't forget to eat while walking.
"Buzz!"
"Hello?"
I hadn't had time to swallow the food in my mouth, and now my speech is a little slurred when I answer the phone.
He didn't know what was being said on the other end of the phone, and he even forgot to chew. "Jiang He is in China? When did this happen?"
Listening to the instructions from the other side, Hengye sighed helplessly.
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the address that person had just sent him, and finally finished the food in his hand in a few gulps.
Although the director asked him and Jiang He to have a meal, the things in his hands naturally could not be wasted.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but Hengye looked at the high-end restaurant in front of him, went in without saying a word, and found the agreed room under the guidance of the waiter.
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