Feng Mang

In the evening, Ji Tao came to Han Dong's dormitory again.

"I think President Wang meant to send you to Feng Muzhi's brokerage company.

Han Dong frowned slightly. "Feng Muzhi?" "It is Feng Jun's cousin, the most famous agent in the circle. Now many of our company's agents are cultivated by her, and I am one of them.

She and President Wang have been dating for many years. Any movie invested by President Wang will give her entertainers a certain chance of acting, so signing her is also a good choice.

"It sounds really good. It can save you the troubles of living with Wang Zhongding, and you can continue on this path. It feels like the first result of the blind man's saying: it is closer to perfection ... but Han Dong can't get excited.

"What's wrong?" Ji Tao asked.

Han Dong grabbed Ji Tao's shoulder and grinned, "I don't want to bear you!" "It's less, it doesn't matter to me at first sight.

"It does not have much to do with Ji Tao, but it has nothing to do with it. Han Dong can't say anything. Looking around, there seems to be nothing worthy of him ... Ji Tao accidentally mentioned Feng Muzhi's personal experience." In fact, she started Debuted as a celebrity, and later changed to a broker, also a beauty embryo.

"When I heard the word" beauty ", Han Dong's eyes finally lighted up." Do you have a picture of her? " "I don't have it, but I can find it online."

"Han Dong can't wait," Hurry up.

Ji Tao looked for a moment and chose a recent activity photo to show Han Dong, "It's her."

"Han Dong was healed instantly, yes, really good.

"Then when should I report to her company?" He asked anxiously.

Ji Tao looked cold. "As for seeing a change of mind so quickly?" Han Dong smiled falsely. "Aren't I afraid of dragging you down? Feng Jun has so many words before persuading the surname Wang to let you stay .

Ji Tao thought for a while and said, "At the latest the day after tomorrow, President Wang will talk to you.

Han Dongmo fisted his hands, looking forward.

The next morning, Han Dong woke up and began to struggle.

Tomorrow is gone, do you want to be disgusted today? In fact, Han Dong was very unbearable, because Wang Zhongding had never been happy since he entered the company.

It's kind of unfriendly to have something to do before leaving.

But this is the last chance. What a waste to waste? What if Wang Zhongding still has a little thought of himself, what should he do to change his mind temporarily? After repeated weighing, Han Dong still decided to treat the wicked to the end and cut off the love completely! At noon, Han Dong got into the elevator again, wrapped in a stench.

This time, he played with a large, toon, stinky tofu mixed with durian. The whole person turned into a shit-shell beetle, and he struggled hard in the elevator like a toilet ... Only to find out after eating, Wang Zhongding didn't mention anything, his hands were empty.

The elevator didn't stop, it went directly to the office floor, and Han Dong watched Wang Zhongding walk out.

Then the elevator descended, and Han Dong returned to the restaurant floor.

"You said President Wang? He came here and took a turn. He didn't find anything he wanted to eat, so he just left.

"Said the waiter.

Han Dong was inexplicable in his heart and scolded himself: This boy is too overcast! I have no appetite to say that I have eaten so many stinky things for nothing, fuck! In the afternoon, Han Dong continued to be his great detective, wandering in various hidden corners of the company, observing whether Wang Zhongding was eating.

I don't know if I want to prove that the effort at noon was not wasted, or something else ... At night, Han Dong accompanied Ji Tao for a meal. It was almost ten o'clock when he returned. He passed the office building and the Wang Zhongding's office light was still on. It seems to stay up all night again ... "Why don't you leave?" Ji Tao asked Han Dong.

Han Dong changed his face instantly, and whistled excitedly, "I'll see the beautiful lady tomorrow!" "Okay, hurry up, you have to pack up when you go back."

At more than one o'clock in the morning, Wang Zhongding watched the cooperation agreement faxed by Feng Muzhi and slowly turned the pen.

Suddenly, a familiar rustle came from the corridor.

Wang Zhongding looked at the refrigerator conditionedly, but then thought about it. Han Dong no longer lives in this building. Even if he sleepwalks, he shouldn't go this far! As a result, the door rang.

Immediately after that, an arm was stretched in, and he secretly stung something, without even revealing his face, and the thief flashed.

Wang Zhongding walked over and saw a lunch box lying on the ground ...