After listening to several questions from several students, Yu Beiyan spoke for about half an hour. Then the host came on stage and said to everyone that Mr. Yu’s time was very precious and today’s lecture ended here.
After Wei Xicheng and Peng Bo came out of the auditorium, Peng Bo kept chattering non-stop.
The exaggerated tone and funny body movements attracted the attention of most passers-by. But he himself had no idea about it. Wei Xicheng curled his lips helplessly. No wonder the instructor said that Peng Bo was most suitable for doing some comedy performances and developing into a comedian. This kind of attitude of not caring about others is not something that ordinary people can learn.
"You should at least calm down. I just stood up to answer two questions. Is that a big deal?"
"That's different!" Peng Bo shouted, winking and making faces frequently, "This is our future financial sponsor. What is Shengshi? It's a paradise for artists across the country. Who is Yu Beiyan? He's the number one target for artists across the country to please!"
"Keep your voice down." Wei Xicheng looked around, and sure enough, many people were already casting strange looks at them. Although he didn't care much about these people, it was really not good for actors and artists who hadn't debuted to leave any black history too early. No one knew if they would become popular in the future, and if they did, this matter would happen to be exposed.
Sometimes, although strength is important, whether one can learn how to behave in society is also an important condition for long-term success. Wei Xicheng loves acting and does not want other messy things to bring him unnecessary trouble.
But it is clear that Peng Bo does not think so. His thinking remains at the level of creating explosive points and igniting public opinion to become popular. He does not care about other people's comments and opinions, and does not care about other people's praise or criticism of him. For him, he wants to be an artist and gain more attention. He focuses on the result, not the process.
Wei Xicheng looked at Peng Bo with a disapproving look on his face and smiled. At first, it was an accident that he became friends with Peng Bo. Later, some people said that Peng Bo was too utilitarian and it was not appropriate to have close contact with him.
Wei Xicheng was a little hesitant about these ideas at first, but later, he felt that he could not understand a person's opinion from others' words. Only after getting to know him for a period of time would he naturally know whether he could become friends with this person.
Unexpectedly, this friend has been doing this for more than three years. Wei Xicheng knows that Peng Bo just wants to be famous, and it happens that he has a strong psychological quality, does not care about other people at all, has a strong ability to withstand pressure, and has qualities that many artists do not have.
To be honest, Wei Xicheng didn't think there was anything wrong with his mentality. As long as he didn't harm others or use his friends to achieve his own goals, there was nothing to complain about. Who doesn't want to be famous in this industry?
Bloomberg just made his thoughts public.
"Look at you, what future do you have in this society if you only act? How much money can you make by accepting a few scripts? With a face like yours, if directors don't know your ability, I'm afraid they will limit your acting career.
When you slowly make it, those with the same amount of traffic as you will be able to take on international blockbusters." Peng Bo curled his lips, as if he was disdainful of Wei Xicheng's idea.
Although Wei Xicheng did not agree with Peng Bo's theory of "Don't worry about whether he is black or red, as long as he is red, it's fine", he also knew that what he said was objective facts and was for his own good. In this school, he has strength, but when he leaves the campus, he is just an unknown little transparent person.
"Okay, don't worry about me. Teacher Liu asked you to hand in the inspection report. Have you finished writing it?"
"Ahhh! I had totally forgotten about you!" Peng Bo jumped twice on the spot, turned around and ran, "See you later!"
Although Peng Bo is a muscular man, he is not slow when running. He disappeared in a few moments. Wei Xicheng sighed, then laughed. He walked slowly to the trash can and took out the wrapper of the snacks he had just eaten in the auditorium from his schoolbag.
Because they were too close to the front, they dared not move too much, so they had to eat the candy in one bag. At some point, Bloomberg ate half of the candy.
The colorful candy wrappers fell from my hands, looking pretty nice.
Watching the candy wrappers fall from his hands into the dark green trash can, Wei Xicheng was distracted for a moment, as if some very important things were also thrown away by him like these beautiful candy wrappers.
But he had no impression of it at all. Wei Xicheng shook his head. Did he really not get enough rest recently? He always had some bad state.
Just now, he was distracted and found that his fingers had unconsciously grasped the remaining candy wrappers in the bag. He thought about it and decided not to throw them away.
There are many small pavilions in the school, built for students to cool off, but in fact few students have the leisure to sit here and enjoy the scenery.
At this time, sitting in the small pavilion by the lake was Wei Xicheng, who had no idea why he suddenly went crazy.
Wei Xicheng came here without even thinking about it. He took out all the candy wrappers, flattened them one by one, and looked at the white "kitten" patterns on them. Fragments of the images flashed quickly through his mind, but he couldn't grasp them.
This feeling is very exhausting.
What he didn't know was that not far from him, Yu Beiyan was sitting in his car and had the same situation. Yu Beiyan just glanced at the person sitting in the pavilion and found that it was the student who was napping in the auditorium. He was ready to drive away, but he didn't expect that the moment he started the car, he almost fainted from a headache.
Yu Beiyan gritted his teeth, turned off the car and parked it on the side of the road, leaning over the steering wheel to calm down. This pain that almost tore his brain apart lasted only a minute before disappearing without a trace.
He raised his head and glanced at the person in the pavilion. His eyes had changed to a different look, with a rich ink color that almost solidified into substance.
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"What are you doing?"
A familiar male voice came, and Wei Xicheng turned around without thinking, only to bump into a pair of deep eyes. He smiled awkwardly, stood up and greeted, "It's you, Mr. Yu. I think it's a pity to throw away these candy wrappers, so..."
Wei Xicheng couldn't go on halfway through. How could he manually put something as pink as collecting candy wrappers on his head? Was he going to lose his image?
"Yeah, it's pretty nice."
Wei Xicheng didn't expect that Yu Beiyan also thought it was beautiful. He followed Yu Beiyan's gaze and saw that he was also staring at the cartoon image of a white kitten on the wrapping paper. He picked up a piece from the table and handed it to him.
“…”
Then he regretted it. Yu Beiyan had seen everything, so why would he care about his candy wrapper? How stupid was he to give a candy wrapper to the boss's boss...
"Any more candy?" Yu Beiyan took the candy wrapper naturally, walked towards the stone bench in the pavilion, then sat down and looked at the patterns on the candy wrappers one by one.
"besides."
"Can you give me one? I also want to try whether 'Kitten' is sweet or not." His tone was light and he sounded like he was in a good mood.
Wei Xicheng handed him a piece of "Little Kitten" candy. After the big president put the candy into his mouth, he frowned slightly. It must be too sweet.
The packaging of this candy is very cute, with various small animals printed on it, and all of them are beautified and cute cartoon characters. When buying it, Wei Xicheng didn't pay much attention to it. He just saw that he had never eaten it before, so he took a pack. He didn't expect that this wrapping paper could attract the president who looks cool on the surface but actually has a girlish heart inside.
Wei Xicheng thought this was an opportunity. He wanted to enter Shengshi with his own strength, but no one said that he couldn't build a good relationship with the top management in advance, right?
For an industry like theirs, the difference between having resources or not is really too big. Just like what Bloomberg said, he also agreed that Yu Beiyan is the highest-level rice father of all their artists.
"Is it delicious, Mr. Yu?"
But unfortunately, Wei Xicheng had a heart that wanted to please others but was still a coward. After holding it in for a long time, he could only utter such a dry sentence.
Yu Beiyan looked at him carefully, and the smile on his face became deeper and deeper. He had never seen Wei Xicheng like this. Without the memory of those mission worlds, he was just a 20-year-old kid, totally inadequate in front of him, a business veteran.
Moreover, the child's performance was very different when he was surrounded by people and when he was alone with him. Yu Beiyan couldn't help but smile and wanted to ask him if he was that scary.
"It's delicious. Have another one of this."
Wei Xicheng glanced at the candy wrapper in Yu Beiyan's hand, which showed a small green snake biting the tip of its tail. He quickly rummaged through his schoolbag, took out a candy, and handed it to the boss.
Before the piece of candy in Yu Beiyan's mouth disappeared, he peeled off this piece and put it in his mouth.
The candy with the snake pattern tasted a bit sour, which neutralized the greasy sweet taste on his lips and tongue. Yu Beiyan narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Xicheng who had been standing aside.
"What are you standing for?"
"Ah? Oh oh oh." Wei Xicheng sat down opposite Yu Beiyan with his schoolbag.
"Weren't you very eloquent in the auditorium just now?"
"..." Wei Xicheng didn't know how to respond for a moment. His mind was just racing with thoughts about what he should say so that the boss could accurately understand and remember him.
"Why are you mute now?" Yu Beiyan seemed to be in an unusually good mood. The curve of his mouth corners became deeper and deeper, and his patience with the child exceeded the limit again and again.
If his assistant saw this, he would definitely exclaim "What the hell".
"Mr. Yu, I... Please don't mind what I said in the lecture just now..." Wei Xicheng considered again and again, and finally felt that what Yu Beiyan said to him at the end of the lecture was a manifestation of his unhappiness.
He is about to graduate and really doesn't want to go through the "hell mode" job search experience.
"Am I such a narrow-minded person in your heart?"
Wei Xicheng wailed in his heart, what was Mr. Yu saying? This was the first time they met, how could he know who he was? He thought so, but he couldn't say it.
Wei Xicheng finally regained some of his composure after being suddenly shocked just now. "No, judging from the magazine interview and the development of your company, you are really amazing and great. You are definitely not a person without tolerance. Have you read the comments about you on the Internet? Everyone praises you highly."
This statement was very official, respectful, and polite, and Wei Xicheng was very satisfied. Then, the next second, he was caught off guard by Yu Beiyan again.
"What about in your heart?" Yu Beiyan put two candy wrappers together and said casually, "I take back what I said before, 'keep your public and private life separate'. Now I suddenly feel that there are exceptions to everything."
The author has something to say: Yu Beiyan: You are the only exception in my life, so do you want to listen to my heartbeat?
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The previous world has always been our Xicheng's memory, so this time we will change
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