Your plan is to make me serve you with my beauty? ...
“Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!!”
The atmosphere in the Second Sound office was lively. To celebrate the first season of "Little Chongshan" reaching over one million views, Chen Yilan treated everyone to a meal. Some ordered milk tea, some bought wine, and the air was filled with mixed aromas and the sound of bubbles surging.
"Next is the special program! Su Zhuo, go on!" Yan Dantong is worthy of being recognized as the "Queen of Pranks". She can make a small celebration come alive.
Su Zhuo received the order and walked over to Wen Zichuan with a beautiful gift box tied with a bow in both hands. The gift box contained a thick stack of pink letters from fans.
"Teacher Wen, please pick a few letters and read them. We'll post the video and give gifts to a few lucky fans!"
Wen Zichuan looked up and saw a camera pointed at him from a distance: "Are you going to show your face again?"
Su Zhuo's eyes were filled with admiration: "You are a voice actor idol. If I were as good-looking as you, I would definitely post selfies every day."
Wen Zichuan understood the reason, and he had signed a contract with Di Er Sheng, and showing up was part of his job.
Perhaps he was still frightened by the incident in the capital, so whenever the camera was pointed at him, he would still feel nervous no matter how much he tried to give himself psychological hints.
"Well, let's start." Wen Zichuan adjusted his breathing and drew the first letter.
The letter was written by an unknown girl. She said, "I originally listened to this drama because of Teacher An, but then I was completely captivated by Teacher Wen! Even though she plays a villain, she's so beautiful, strong, and tragic. She's so charming, isn't she? The dubbing world is truly full of treasures. I hope Teacher Wen takes a leading role next time. I'll continue to support you!"
When Wen Zichuan heard his colleague who was filming shout "Cut", the tension in his heart slowly subsided. He found that the other colleagues were secretly trying not to laugh, and a blush appeared on his face.
Although he was happy that his work was recognized, the fans' praise was too direct and enthusiastic, which made him feel embarrassed.
"The effect is good," Yan Dantong finished replaying the video and patted his shoulder. "More and more people will like you. You have to get used to the feeling of being an idol, Teacher Wen."
After reading three letters, today's work is over.
Wen Zichuan took a photo of the beautiful gift box and sent it to Cheng Sizhou. Half a minute later, he received a voice message: "Oh my, what a wonderful thing this is! Is this the love letter our teacher Wen received?"
"Yes, fans said they like me." Wen Zichuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth as he typed.
After replying this sentence, there was no more news from the other side.
A few minutes later, a notification sounded. He opened the chat box and saw Cheng Sizhou sending a photo of himself facing a pink sticky note: Teacher Wen, I like you too. Confucius said.
I almost forgot that "Zi Yue" is also a fan of Wen Zichuan, and a dedicated fan leader at that.
The sudden handwritten confession made Wen Zichuan fall into a bubbly sweet feeling, but now in a public place, he could only endure it and not let others see any clues.
At this time, the phone rang and President Jin asked him to go to the general manager's office alone.
After the second signing, President Jin would rarely contact him directly. After all, the boss was in charge of the entire company, and the work related to artists was usually communicated by Huang Yun or Yan Dantong.
Even though it was a little unreasonable, he still had to go because his boss had given the order.
"Mr. Jin." Wen Zichuan knocked on the half-open door.
"Sit down." Mr. Jin pointed to the sofa next to him.
Wen Zichuan walked in, sat down respectfully, put his legs together, and clasped his hands together: "You asked me to come here, is there any work for you to arrange?"
Before Mr. Jin could answer, a young woman walked out from the office, brought a cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table next to him.
The woman was wearing retro rhinestone high heels, an ochre-red velvet cheongsam with dark patterns, and a slightly exaggerated cashmere cape hanging on her shoulders, which made her look both gorgeous and noble as well as charming and feminine.
"Thank you..." Wen Zichuan looked up, and the remaining word "thank you" suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it, "Mu Qi!?"
After Yaya Yiyu went bankrupt, the owner Mu Qi only paid him a salary and appearance fee, while the others got nothing. As a result, when online gossip posts about the Federation of Trade Unions and Mu Qi involved him, no one who knew the inside story came forward to help explain.
Now that he saw Mu Qi freely entering and leaving Mr. Jin's office, Wen Zichuan couldn't help but suspect that there was some special reason behind it.
"Don't be too surprised, Mu Qi... or Yu Lu, has always been mine. You can still call her - the boss lady." President Jin put his hands in his pockets, with a calm face.
The boss lady? Mu Qi and Mr. Jin?
Wen Zichuan frowned, remembering the gossip posts that claimed Mu Qi had been cheating on Quan Zong for years. So, her infidelity was with Second Voice's boss, Kim Ki-duk? Was he taking the blame for Kim's actions?
Wen Zichuan was not interested in the "games" of these rich people, but the studio's performance declined to the point of bankruptcy, and the rumors and negative information flying around pushed his life into a huge abyss.
For example, after having my resume rejected by several dubbing studios, I had no choice but to intern at an educational institution.
When he was in the most difficult time, he skipped breakfast, had instant noodles for lunch, and porridge for dinner. He almost gave up this industry and left Dengyuan completely.
Although the Second Voice extended an olive branch to him, allowing him to have a fixed income every month and continue to do dubbing work...
etc!
Wen Zichuan recalled the look in Mu Qi's eyes when he gave him money, and suddenly got goosebumps.
He had no idea what grudges existed between President Jin and the All-China Federation of Trade Unions, but judging from the results, as soon as Yaya Yiyu went bankrupt, he immediately joined the Second Sheng. In the eyes of others, wasn't that just selling out his master for personal gain?
Thinking deeper, Mu Qi paid him an appearance fee from the Second Voice Voice Actor Festival. When he couldn't find a job, he received an invitation to participate in "Hao Xue Xing Ge". In the end, he signed a contract with the Second Voice and became a "voice actor idol"...
Could it be that it wasn't his diligent efforts that had earned him the favor of fate, but rather that he was simply part of the "business game" between the two companies?!
Wen Zichuan felt annoyed as if he had been teased, and he said coldly, "Why?"
"You know," Mu Qi said nervously, glancing in the direction of President Jin. "Jun Kidd is a prodigal son. If his father doesn't give him money, he'll do anything for food, drink and fun. I'm just collecting some evidence. Wen Zichuan, you're so talented, you should understand the principle of 'good birds choose good trees to roost in'. Aren't you much better now than when you were babbling?"
"You've been in the studio longer than any of us, not to mention you and him..." Wen Zichuan saw her take half a step back, almost sticking to President Jin. He instantly understood that the saying "a good bird chooses a good tree to roost in" applies not only to him, but also to herself.
In the world of fame and fortune, everything can be exchanged for profit, including feelings.
He just couldn't understand why Mu Qi did this. After collaborating with her cheating partner to ruin her boyfriend's company and send him to jail, could she "live in Jiamu" with a clear conscience?
"Let's not talk about the past anymore." Mr. Jin had a sullen face, clearly unhappy. He reached out and pinched Mu Qi's slender waist. "It's getting late. Get him something decent to change into. We'll leave in five minutes."
Mu Qi nodded, took out a small suit that he had prepared in advance, and handed it to Wen Zichuan: "There is a banquet tonight, you come with us. The people who come are all big names in the circle. Don't embarrass yourself by making a second sound."
"Banquet?" Wen Zichuan was stunned. So they were waiting here. As an artist under Di Er Sheng, he not only had to work to earn money for the company, but also had to entertain guests when necessary.
"Hurry up," Mu Qi urged, "Don't be late."
"I'm not going." Wen Zichuan had heard of people in the circle exchanging resources for guests, but it wasn't necessary for him. Although he didn't earn much now, it was enough to support his life. He would accumulate for a few years and see if there was any opportunity to change jobs. After all, the shelf life of a voice is much longer than that of appearance, and he can afford to wait.
President Jin's face was grim: "I hope you go."
Everyone present was a sensible person, so there was no need to be too direct. Wen Zichuan had no connections and no family background, so he depended on the salary paid by the Second Voice to survive. President Jin didn't think that he would disobey his orders.
When he calmed down again, Wen Zichuan was already on his way to the hotel.
The driver was driving the car, he was sitting in the passenger seat, and Mr. Jin and Mu Qi were sitting in the back affectionately.
Wen Zichuan was thin because of his stomach problems, but the suit was too tight, so he felt uncomfortable when he bent over to sit in the car.
He lowered his head and saw his legs slightly bulging under the cloth, and he knew what President Jin and Mu Qi were thinking, and he felt disgusted.
Serve people with beauty.
This word suddenly popped into my mind.
Favorable appearance is indeed a resource, especially in this industry that relies half on the entertainment industry, it is an undoubted plus.
But he didn't want to and was unwilling to do such a thing. He couldn't use similar reasons to attack Liu Shixing and then slap himself in the face.
But I can't refuse.
If he offends Jin, his source of income will be cut off. It would be fine if he couldn't eat, but how can he pay the five million yuan in liquidated damages?
Wen Zichuan struggled with his thoughts for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of kicking the door and jumping out of the car. He looked out the window, and the street scene behind him showed that the car was heading south, and the National Exhibition and Convention Center was not far ahead.
He hasn't been here since the Voice Actor Festival, but the incident of fans following the car caused a lot of uproar, and he still remembers the photos and videos circulating online very clearly.
"Why are you here today? Where is Lao Bian?" Mr. Jin asked, but obviously not to him.
"Brother Bian's child is sick, so he can't leave," the driver beside him replied. "Don't be offended, I'm just as good a driver as Brother Bian, am I?"
Wen Zichuan heard from Su Zhuo that Mr. Jin's driver's surname was Bian and he had been with him for many years.
"If the same thing happens again, I won't be able to worship you like a big Buddha." Mr. Jin smiled, half joking and half serious.
"Last time, last time, someone cut in front of me in the garage. I was in a hurry and didn't bother checking the exit. Besides, this was my first time helping Brother Bian, and I had no idea a voice actor would have so many fans. As soon as I opened the car, all those women came rushing over me."
Wen Zichuan remembered that in order to show respect to An Jie, President Jin asked the driver to drive his own car to pick him up.
In other words, it was him who replaced Brother Bian last time, and the car that was chased and blocked by fans was this car.
It turns out that President Jin already knew what was going on. No wonder he didn't blame Su Zhuo or Yan Dantong afterwards.
So who was this driver? Why could he explain such a serious work error so lightly, and why did Mr. Jin seem helpless?
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