Qin Xiao helped Yan Ting open the elevator door and subconsciously wanted to follow him down.
Yan Ting stopped and turned to look at him.
"Please." Qin Xiao realized that his husband did not want to go downstairs with him and took a step back. The elevator door slowly closed in front of him, and the number of floors kept decreasing, indicating that the gentleman was getting closer and closer to the little star.
He took off his glasses and prepared to wipe off the dust on them. He looked up and saw a young woman in a business suit standing at the end of the corridor, which was connected to the employee passage.
"Wei Tian?" Qin Xiao put his glasses back on, his eyes serious: "Why are you here?"
"Assistant Qin, this is a document sent by the Public Relations Department. It asks whether journalists are allowed to enter the company's annual meeting. Also, regarding the spokesperson, one of them has trouble scheduling and hopes to leave early." Wei Tian handed the report to Qin Xiao.
Cang Huan has many brands under its umbrella, and when the spokespersons for each brand get together, it’s like a small celebration in the entertainment industry. Therefore, every year's Cang Huan Annual Meeting is the focus of attention of all media, and even the red carpet at the entrance can attract countless media to squat.
Qin Xiao took the folder and nodded slightly.
Wei Tian was a little afraid of him, so she didn't say anything and turned around and went back to the office through the employee passage.
Qin Xiao opened the folder, which contained the detailed procedures for the entire annual meeting, even recording the artists invited to the annual meeting, how many assistants they would bring, and what kind of cars they would take. Qin Xiao did not find Li Zhao's name in this list.
He frowned and dialed the internal line of the public relations department directly: "Li Zhao is the spokesperson for Cangshi's latest watch. Why is his name not on the annual meeting invitation list?"
"Assistant Qin?" The PR manager was arguing with the logistics manager when he received the call from Assistant Qin. His voice dropped an octave instantly. "It's like this. Li Zhao just signed an endorsement contract with us, but we haven't made a clear plan for the promotional ads and print ads yet, so we haven't sent an invitation letter to his company."
"Since you have signed a cooperation agreement with our company, you are our spokesperson." Qin Xiao closed the document and said, "Arrange someone to send the invitation letter to Strawberry Entertainment as soon as possible. Don't let them think that our company treats spokespersons differently."
"Yes." The PR manager hung up the phone and immediately contacted the people from Strawberry Entertainment.
Li Zhao didn't wait long downstairs before he saw Yan Ting. He ran to Yan Ting with the box in his arms and said, "Take me to your car quickly. This box is quite heavy."
"Give it to me." Yan Ting reached out to hug it.
"No need." Li Zhao glanced at Yan Ting's pale and handsome face. He would feel guilty if he asked the owner of this face to do physical work.
Yan Ting reached out and took the cardboard box from his arms, and took him into the garage below: "What's in it?"
Li Zhao smiled: "Most of them are things that can be used during the Chinese New Year."
Yan Ting had long legs and walked easily with the box in his arms. Just when they were passing the main road of the garage, a car suddenly braked suddenly and the owner of the car looked at them in horror.
"Oh no..." Li Zhao pulled up the mask on his face, hid beside Yan Ting, and secretly looked at the female car owner whose expression gradually returned to normal: "Did someone recognize me?"
"It's okay." Yan Ting turned his head to look at the car owner: "The people in the company are very tight-lipped and won't go out and talk nonsense."
"That's good." Li Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and walked away from Yan Ting reluctantly. He reached out to help Yan Ting lift half of the box: "Let's move it together."
Yan Ting did not refuse.
Yan Ting's driver trotted over and took the box with great trepidation: "Sir, Mr. Li, how can we let you carry these things?"
"It's okay. It's just a small thing. It's not like we two grown men can't carry it." Li Zhao stretched out his hand and hooked it around Yan Ting's neck: "Right, Tingting?"
The driver looked at Yan Ting, not daring to say anything or ask anything.
Yan Ting stuffed him into the car and sat next to him: "Did the crew give you today a day off?"
"We'll start work on the eighth day of the first lunar month." Li Zhao said, "We originally planned to start work on the seventh day, but the producer felt that the footage on the seventh day wasn't good enough, so we changed it to the eighth day."
"I'm going to attend Qingjiao Video's New Year's Gala on the evening of the 29th, and I'm going to shoot a commercial for Cangshi watches on the 5th and 6th of the new year. I don't have any other plans." As a newcomer who became famous through online dramas, Li Zhao doesn't have much work to do. Strawberry Entertainment did not arrange some meaningless school activities for him. Instead, it deliberately controlled his exposure to prevent netizens from getting annoyed with him.
"What about you?" Li Zhao skillfully opened the small refrigerator and saw two small cakes inside. He knew that this was specially prepared by Tingting for him. He took out both pieces, one for Yanting and one for himself: "When are you going on vacation?"
"Same as you." Yan Ting didn't like the bright red strawberries on the cake. It reminded him of the blood flowing on the ground.
"What's wrong?" When Yan Ting didn't move, Li Zhao asked, "Don't you like this piece on your hand?"
Yan Ting shook his head and put the cake back into the small refrigerator: "This is for you. I don't like it."
A faint sweet aroma lingered in the car. Li Zhao finished his meal in a few bites and lay down on the seat like a worm. "It's better to go home. I was thinking about the script all the time on the set. I even lost a few extra hairs."
Home.
Yan Ting looked at the lazy-looking boy beside him and was silent for a long time: "Welcome home."
Li Zhao's return was warmly welcomed by the housekeeper, who not only asked the chef to prepare a table full of dishes, but also said many words of blessing.
"Thank you, uncle." Li Zhao took out a red envelope and handed it to the housekeeper: "I wish you a happy new year too."
"Thank you, Mr. Li." The butler glanced at Yan Ting and took the red envelope. He exchanged a few words with Li Zhao and then made an excuse to leave.
When he reached the door, he looked back at the dining room.
Under the orange light, Mr. Li told Mr. Li about the interesting things that happened in the crew. The whole person was dyed with a warm color by the light. Next to this lively young man, even Mr. Li became gentle.
After dinner, Li Zhao sat cross-legged on the shiny floor of the living room and opened the box he had carried back.
Red, with the Chinese zodiac sign embroidered with the word "Fu".
"Put this on the bedside, it will bring good luck." Li Zhao stuffed the zodiac doll to Yan Ting and continued to get things out.
Window paper-cuts, folded red lanterns, couplets, the word "Fu", grain ornaments, and... a stack of red envelopes.
"The house we live in is too big, and I'm worried that there might not be enough window decorations." Li Zhao rubbed his hands and said, "This is my first time participating in a New Year's event, so I'm a little unskilled, so I just bought a little bit of everything."
After that, he took out two pairs of Spring Festival couplets and said, "These are given by the crew. They are free. On New Year's Eve, put a pair on the front door of your house and mine."
There are some other miscellaneous items in the box, all of which are little gadgets with the flavor of the New Year.
Li Zhao carefully studied how to arrange and hang these things, and his toes moved around like a restless prankster in kindergarten.
"Put on your socks." Yan Ting looked away: "Don't step on the ground barefoot."
"I just came back and took a shower, my feet don't stink." Li Zhao shook his head: "There is floor heating, it's quite comfortable to step on."
Yan Ting looked at the moving feet and felt... a strange itch in his heart. In the end, he asked the maid to bring clean socks and asked Li Zhao to put them on.
"There's really nothing I can do about you." Li Zhao had just put on his socks when the doorbell rang. He quickly packed the things scattered on the floor into the box.
"No need." Yan Ting held his hand: "Don't pay attention to it."
Li Zhao saw the housekeeper open the side door and walked out, and vaguely heard a woman's cry, and vaguely guessed something.
Owning two buildings and dozens of shops in Beijing can almost be said to be sitting on a mountain of gold and silver. Naturally, there will be distant relatives who will be jealous and want to get a piece of the pie.
Although he has no relatives, he has played supporting roles in various family ethics dramas and knows how shameless the worst relatives are: "Okay, I understand."
As a good brother, you should put your brothers' interests first and never let others take advantage of them.
"Ms. Xu, it's late, please go back." Across the gate of the villa, the butler gave the woman a perfect gentleman's greeting and said with a smile: "The gentleman is entertaining guests, please don't disturb the guests."
"Guest?" The woman sneered: "Does this guest know that Xu Yanting is a lunatic without any humanity?"
The housekeeper still smiled: "Ms. Xu, there are surveillance cameras here, and it is against the law to defame others."
Xu Liran looked up at the surveillance camera on the wall and took a deep breath. Compared to the last time she stopped the car at the gate, she looked much more respectable today: "I want to know if Xu Yanting really wants to kill us all."
Her husband was sent to prison by Yan Ting, and the company under his name was acquired by others. Now even the clothing company under her name has frequent problems and orders are decreasing.
"Ms. Xu, you have many businesses under your name. I don't remember that you also have a clothing company under your name?" The housekeeper smiled politely: "Please don't misunderstand you, sir."
Xu Liran laughed at herself: "You mean to say that I am a drowning dog now, and it is not worth Xu Yanting's continued efforts?"
The butler smiled but said nothing.
Looking at the smile on the housekeeper's face, Xu Liran's expression changed in an instant. How could she forget that Xu Yanting would not attack her again? But everyone in the circle knew that Xu Yanting was not on good terms with the Xu family. Who would dare to risk offending Xu Yanting and cooperate with her company?
He didn't take any action, but he was even more ruthless than not taking any action at all.
"Xu Yanting, what a sinister method..." After realizing this, Xu Liran was almost suffocated. In her eyes, this gorgeous villa turned into a demonic castle that could swallow people.
It is really terrible to be an enemy of someone who has no emotions.
"Hush." The housekeeper took out his pocket watch and checked the time: "It's late at night, Ms. Xu, please keep quiet, otherwise the gentleman will be unhappy."
"Happy?" Xu Liran laughed bitterly: "When has he ever been happy?"
She wanted to shout, scream, or even curse angrily, but she couldn't say anything. She was afraid that she would end up in jail like her husband, and she was also afraid that her only child would lose her protection and be retaliated by the madman Xu Yanting.
In order to take revenge on the Xu family, Xu Yanting would do anything that would not surprise her.
Because, he is a complete monster and madman who does not understand any emotions.
When Li Zhao and Yan Ting were leaning on the sofa watching TV, the housekeeper came back.
"Sir, the uninvited guest has gone back." The housekeeper bowed slightly: "Please rest assured, sir and Mr. Li."
While Li Zhao was watching TV leisurely, Luo Rong, Zhang Xiaoyuan and the studio staff were busy as hell.
Zhang Xiaoyuan had just distributed New Year's red envelopes and year-end gifts to his employees when the studio received a call from Canghuan headquarters.
"What, annual meeting tomorrow night?" Luo Rong was both anxious and happy. He was happy because this was a rare opportunity, and being able to attend the annual meeting at Canghuan headquarters would greatly increase Li Zhao's value. The urgent thing is that with only one day, they don’t have enough time to prepare.
"Brother Luo, Cang Huan sent a limited edition Cang Shi watch." On such occasions, the artists must have something of the Cang Huan brand.
Luo Rong carefully opened the password box sent by Cang Huan, and inside was a diamond watch emitting dazzling light.
"Hiss." The stylist came over to take a look and immediately took a few breaths of cold air: "Isn't this the out-of-print watch named Xinghai that is displayed at the Cangshi headquarters?"
They just sent it over so casually without even asking them to sign an item protection statement. This shows that they are too rich.
"Quick, quick, send security over immediately." Luo Rong felt that he needed a quick-acting heart-saving pill: "We must ensure its safety."
"What does Cang Huan mean?" Zhang Xiaoyuan felt very strange. If they sincerely invited Li Zhao to attend the annual meeting, they would not have waited until today to notify them. But if they were not sincere, why would they send this meaningful watch to us without even asking them to sign a letter of responsibility?
If they accidentally lose or damage something and refuse to compensate, Cang Shi will not be able to hold them responsible.
"No matter what they mean, Zhao Zhao is attending this kind of annual meeting for the first time, and she must not show any weakness." Luo Rong thought more deeply. Cang Shi had sent this precious and extraordinary sea of stars. If Zhao Zhao's styling failed tomorrow, it would be a major accident.
Thinking of this, he quickly called a familiar big brand, hoping to borrow a dress suitable for Li Zhao.
As the year draws to a close, there are numerous activities in the entertainment industry, and the latest models of major brands have all been borrowed by big names. If Luo Rong calls to ask now, his hope is not great.
The other employees in the studio were all trying to find out what other artists were wearing in recent days to avoid wearing the same clothes as others.
Zhang Xiaoyuan began to communicate with Canghuan’s public relations department about tomorrow’s red carpet schedule, and successfully obtained the list of guests and media.
After looking at the list of guest artists, Zhang Xiaoyuan felt a little nervous. Among these guests, except for their own Zhao Zhao, the others were all top-tier celebrities. With the mentality of an old father, he had begun to worry that Li Zhao would not be able to adapt to this environment.
"All the latest products from first-tier brands have been lent out." Luo Rong hung up the phone solemnly, "But if Zhao Zhao wears a second-tier brand, she won't be worthy of this watch."
"What should we do then?" Zhang Xiaoyuan was also anxious.
"Don't panic yet." Luo Rong was silent for a moment: "I'll call Cao Jia and ask him if he has any channels."
"Isn't this too much of a fuss?" Although Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't want Li Zhao to show his weakness, he needed to trouble the boss's special assistant for the dress issue. He was worried that it would cause dissatisfaction among the company's top management and make things difficult for Zhao Zhao in the future.
"You are not familiar with Cao Jia?" Luo Rong answered the question irrelevantly.
"How can I know these people?" Zhang Xiaoyuan said honestly: "The first time I met Assistant Cao was in Zhao Zhao's rental house."
That's strange. The agent who has been managing Li Zhao is not familiar with the senior management, and Li Zhao is not familiar with the senior management either. So why would the company's senior management call him from time to time, asking him to train Li Zhao well and to tell them if he encounters any problems that cannot be solved?
He thought for a moment and made the call.
Sure enough, without even thinking about it, they took over the task of preparing the dress and even arranged a stylist for Li Zhao.
Could it be that... Li Zhao is Mr. Sun’s illegitimate son who is living abroad?
No, Mr. Sun is well-known for loving and fearing his wife. He can be considered a clear cut boss in the entertainment industry. It is impossible for him to have an illegitimate child outside.
More importantly, with Ms. Sun's distinctive facial features, she couldn't give birth to a child as good-looking as Li Zhao.
The studio was in a state of chaos and the guest list for Cang Huan's annual meeting had already begun to circulate outside.
Fans are proud that their own artists are the spokespersons for Canghuan and attend Canghuan's annual meeting, and they also ridicule their rivals at the same time. All major entertainment forums are very lively.
As the only eighth-tier artist, Li Zhao's name was sandwiched between a bunch of bigwigs and was ignored by all of their fans. Because in their eyes, Li Zhao is not even worthy of being compared.
Only the pear fans were so happy after seeing the list that it was like celebrating the New Year in advance, and they ran to the studio to leave messages.
"This is the first time that Zizi will attend a formal event. You must prepare a reliable stylist for him."
"There are so many seniors at the annual meeting. I'm sure I'm not as good as them, but I hope I don't get the last place. Studio, can you do it?"
"Dress, jewelry, accessories, none of them can be missing, do you understand?"
"If you let my cub be laughed at, you're done for."
Fans in the comment section are worried sick, fearing that their kids will show their weakness tomorrow night and be laughed at by other marketing accounts. Whenever there is an important occasion, the formal dresses worn by the artists are their armor.
The only difference is that what they face is not the swordplay, but the audience's comments.
Looks good and gets praised. It doesn't look good, and people will laugh at it. It may even be used as a negative image and kept forever by haters, who will take it out from time to time to make fun of it.
Li Zhao didn't know about this until the next morning. After receiving Luo Rong's call, he turned around and asked Yan Ting, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book: "Tingting, I have to attend an event in the evening. The company will arrange for a stylist and makeup artist to come after lunch. Otherwise, I should go back to my place first."
"No, let them come here." Yan Ting paused for a moment and said, "I have collected some jewelry recently. Let them pick some out this afternoon. If they find any use, they can take them."
"Jewelry?" Li Zhao's eyes widened. "It's very expensive, right?"
"Not expensive." Yan Ting shook his head: "I can buy a lot with the rent I collect in a month."
Li Zhao: “…”
He silently calculated how much rent he could receive from the two buildings and dozens of shops every month, then he covered his chest and said, "I just haven't seen enough of the world."
“Oh, oh, oh.” He covered his face and lay down next to Yan Ting: “Tingting, I’m going to hate the rich.”
Yan Ting put down the book in his hand and said, "No grudge, I'll give you two shops?"
"No, no, no!" Li Zhao was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly: "This is absolutely not possible!"
Those are two shops, not two loaves of bread!
"Just two..."
"Stop!" Li Zhao quickly dispelled Yan Ting's terrible idea: "Tingting, this is really not okay. You really can't have this. You can't even think about it. Do you understand?"
Yan Ting looked at Li Zhao and nodded slightly.
"Tingting, I'm young and I have a good stomach." Li Zhao was afraid that Yan Ting would be angry because of his refusal, so he joked to ease the atmosphere: "So you can't let me develop the habit of eating gigolos."
Yan Ting didn't understand what this had to do with gigolos.
"You are my good buddy. I can't let you support me for the rest of my life."
"Don't you want to be with me forever?" Yan Ting lowered his head and opened the book in his hand again. His slender white fingers gently pinched the pages.
Li Zhao couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, he laughed and hooked his neck: "Good brothers for life, of course we should be good brothers for life, but brothers should also settle accounts clearly, you can't always let me take advantage of you. There is only one person in the world who can take advantage of you."
Yan Ting looked up at him: "Who?"
"Your future wife." Li Zhao leaned against Yan Ting, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "A wife is someone who will eat and sleep with you and stay with you for the rest of your life. It's okay for her to take advantage of you."
This is a little train with a special meaning, but unfortunately Yan Ting didn't seem to understand it.
He just looked at Li Zhao thoughtfully, then nodded slowly: "You are right."
The author has something to say: Zhao Baobao: Oh, oh, why does Tingting have so many cookies?
Ting Baby: Stop acting like a spoiled brat. Here are two cookies for you.
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