Unfortunately, Dake's inner breakdown and roar failed to stop Li Zhao from taking a selfie.
He looked at the chin-up shot in despair, and managed to maintain a polite smile: "Zhao Zhao has a really good foundation, she looks good in any photo."
Li Zhao has good facial features and great skin condition, so even though the angle of this selfie is bad, it still looks good.
When fans saw that this selfie had no filters or beauty effects, and even the angle of the photo looked very casual, they guessed that it was taken by Li Zhao himself.
"My baby is really naturally beautiful. Even with such a terrible selfie angle, she can take such a good-looking picture. I can do it. I really can do it."
"If I don't have a double chin when taking photos from this angle, how good would I look in person? Husband, for you, I am willing to eat less."
"Zhang Xiaoyuan, come out and die, why don't you teach your son how to take selfies?"
"Did Zhang Xiaoyuan deliberately let Zi Zi take photos like this so that we would no longer like Zi Zi, and then he could take Zi Zi home and open a noodle shop?"
"Zhang Xiaoyuan, you scheming dog!"
"Give up, Zhang Xiaoyuan. Even if my kid takes a selfie and his face looks like a pumpkin, I will still like him. Please get out of the entertainment industry alone."
The hustle and bustle of the entertainment industry has absolutely no effect on people who don’t chase stars. Special Assistant Qin had something to do at home, so he took half a day off. When he returned to the company, he found that the atmosphere in the President's Assistant Department was a bit weird.
"Boss." The assistant took out a colorfully packaged bag from the drawer: "Do you have this?"
Special Assistant Qin looked around and wondered why this thing was exactly the same as the earthenware item that Li Zhao had given him.
"Company benefits?" Special Assistant Qin was a little confused. When did the company arrange this kind of benefits?
"It seems you don't know either." The assistant lowered his voice and said, "The boss's bodyguard brought it this morning. It is said to be a gift prepared for us by the boss's friend."
"Since it was given to you by the boss's friend, you should keep it well." Qin said seriously, "It's a gift from a thoughtful person."
"Yes, yes, yes. The boss's friend is really kind. He even brought us something when he went out to play."
"This kind of pure natural and original food is good for the body. The boss's friend must be a person with a good taste in life."
Everyone started praising him. Although they had never seen or heard of this "big boss' friend" before, the fact that the boss specially arranged for bodyguards to bring the things over showed that this friend had a very high status in the boss's heart.
So it’s right to praise.
When the assistants at Yan Ting Company were praising Li Zhao crazily, Zhang Xiaoyuan accidentally checked Weibo and found that he was being scolded as usual again.
He didn't do anything, why did he get scolded?
"Being scolded?" Luo Rong handed the plan to Zhang Xiaoyuan, took a can of drink from the refrigerator and threw it to him, comforting him with the mentality of a person who has experienced it: "As a mature agent, you have to learn to be scolded yourself. The more popular the artist you manage, the more scolding the agent will receive. When you are confused, think about the money in your bank card, and you will let it go."
"Thank you." Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I'm not angry, but I have a psychological trauma about the three words 'opening a noodle shop'."
"I asked you to come here today to discuss Zhao Zhao's development path with you." Luo Rong observed the expression on Zhang Xiaoyuan's face: "I think you can also see that the company wants to focus on training Zhao Zhao."
Zhang Xiaoyuan put the drink he had just taken a sip of on the table and said with a smile, "Brother Luo, although I am now Zhao Zhao's publicity agent, he is also a child I watched grow up, so I personally hope that the company can respect Zhao Zhao's personal choice as much as possible when arranging Zhao Zhao's development path."
"Please rest assured that the company will not force Zhao Zhao to grow too fast." Luo Rong has several first-line artists under him, so when the company arranged for him to be the executive agent of a newcomer, he thought Li Zhao was a senior executive.
However, through his observation of Li Zhao and Zhang Xiaoyuan, it seemed that these two people did not seem to have any background. Could it be that the top management really valued Li Zhao's abilities and therefore specially arranged for him to come here?
"Zhao Zhao has outstanding facial features, and his eyes and eyebrows are popular with the audience, which will help him build a mass base." Luo Rong crossed his arms and said, "But these are not enough. As a qualified artist, he also needs a better sense of camera, fashion, and expression management. I plan to arrange a teacher for him in these areas. Do you have any objection?"
Zhang Xiaoyuan was no fool. He knew as soon as he heard these arrangements that they would benefit Li Zhao. In the past, they had no money and no connections, so even if they wanted to hire a teacher to teach Zhao Zhao, they couldn’t contact any professional teachers.
Now that Strawberry Entertainment took the initiative to bring up these matters, he happily agreed.
"Mr. Ting, Li Zhao is such a rare good actor. The company arranged teachers to accompany the crew to give him lessons. He has made rapid progress, and every teacher praises him for his talent." The CEO of Strawberry Entertainment took the initiative to call Yan Ting and talked to him about the company's arrangements for Li Zhao.
Yan Ting responded casually.
After Mr. Sun hung up the phone, his assistant Cao Jia asked in confusion, "Boss, Mr. Ting's attitude is so cold, and he doesn't seem to think highly of Li Zhao. Did we misunderstand him? Maybe Mr. Ting really just mentioned it casually?"
"You are still very young." Mr. Sun smiled and took a sip of the teacup. "It is usually difficult for me to talk to a person like Yan Ting on the phone, but today he listened to me for such a long time. Doesn't this mean that he thinks highly of Li Zhao?"
"We have so many big names in Strawberry Entertainment, but Yan Ting didn't mention any of them, but only Li Zhao. If this is not special, then what is special?" Mr. Sun smiled mysteriously: "Do you know what Yan Ting said when he mentioned Li Zhao to me?"
"What did you say?"
"That kid Li Zhao." Mr. Sun said, "A 20-year-old boy is called a kid by Yan Ting. This is a very intimate term."
"So there are so many tricks." Cao Jia suddenly realized: "Mr. Sun, you are really good. If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to understand so many meanings."
"Okay, just listen to this, but don't spread it out." Mr. Sun's expression became serious: "I'm afraid that Mr. Ting will come to our company for trouble because of his child."
"Tingting!" After finishing a day's filming and taking more than an hour of etiquette lessons, Li Zhao took a shower and lay down on the bed.
On the phone screen, there was the silhouette of Yan Ting working. When he heard Li Zhao calling him, Yan Ting turned his head and stopped typing: "Hmm?"
"I'm dying of exhaustion." Li Zhao lay weakly, hugging the pillow. "I didn't expect you to be working overtime so late at night."
Yan Ting: "You don't want to film?"
"Not really." Li Zhao said, "In the beginning I just wanted to make money, but I'm also happy to think that someone likes the role I play."
"Actually..." Li Zhao lowered his voice and put his head close to the phone screen: "I have a little idea in my mind."
"What is it?"
"I don't think I've told you that I grew up in an orphanage?" Li Zhao scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.
Yan Ting looked at Li Zhao intently, and after a long moment he said, "No."
"That's not important." Li Zhao changed the subject: "Let's talk about business."
"Do you think my biological parents will see me on TV?" Li Zhao's hair was still damp, and he looked very well-behaved as he lay on the bed. "I was very good when I was a kid. Even though no one helped me with my homework after school, I could still get first place in the class."
"I often think that maybe my parents accidentally lost me and have been looking for me all these years. I may look like my parents, or I may look like my grandparents. Maybe when they see me on TV, they will sigh and say that the lost child in our family may be as handsome as this boy when he grows up."
At this point, Li Zhao smiled happily: "Anyway, everything is possible."
Looking at the happily smiling child on the screen, Yan Ting remained silent. I wonder if he has ever thought that maybe his parents never looked for him, or maybe his birth was not expected, so he was abandoned by his parents.
But facing his brilliant smile, Yan Ting couldn't say anything: "They will definitely be proud of you."
"Of course not." Li Zhao yawned: "Tingting, I'm going to sleep first. I'll talk to you tomorrow." After that, he rolled the quilt over himself and lay down sleepily without even disconnecting the video.
"Li Zhao, Zhao...Zhao?" Yan Ting looked at the sleeping child and reached out to hang up the video, but when his eyes fell on the other's soft hair, he stopped.
Perhaps because the child was sleeping so soundly, he also felt a rare bit sleepy. Yan Ting walked out of the study with the phone, put it on the cabinet in the bedroom, turned around, took another phone, and called Assistant Qin.
"In recent years, the authorities have been working on the lost children gene bank project?"
Assistant Qin was very surprised when he received the call. Mr. Qin was not interested in anything on weekdays. He seemed to have no basic emotions as a human being. The life and death, sorrow and joy of others could never move Mr. Qin.
“Yes, but progress has been limited due to limited funding.”
"I will provide financial assistance in my personal capacity." Yan Ting walked to the window and looked at the darkness outside. "Please arrange it as soon as possible."
"Okay, sir." After hanging up the phone, Qin Special Assistant excitedly called Doctor Sun and said in a high-spirited tone: "Doctor Sun, sir, he has taken the initiative to help others! Does this mean that his condition is getting better?!"
Doctor Sun said calmly, "Mr. Qin, don't get excited. We first need to figure out whether Mr. Ting behaves like this because he has compassion or whether he is doing this to help a specific person."
"What's the difference?" Special Assistant Qin didn't understand. Even if it was for a specific person, doing this was a good thing.
"Who can guarantee that this particular person will stay with Mr. Ting for the rest of his life?" Mr. Sun sighed, "For a person who has no desire to survive, the most terrifying thing is that when he wants to live well, the person who can keep him alive leaves him."
"This is like pushing a person who is already standing on the edge of a cliff off, making him unable to resurrect forever."
Qin's special assistant turned pale with fear: "What should I do now? Try to keep that person away?"
Doctor Sun shook his head: "Mr. Qin, even if Mr. Ting is sick, we cannot affect his right to make friends. This is unfair to his friends and it is also unfair to Mr. Ting."
"I understand." After thinking for a moment, Special Assistant Qin could only nod helplessly.
How great would it be if that person could take Mr. away from the cliff?
The author has something to say: Zhao Zhao: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, where are my friends?
Baby Ting raised his hand: Here!
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