Chapter 328 Seventeen Posts
“You can refuse.”
After Shi Qianqian left, Jiang Chen spoke and reminded: “It is agreed in the contract that you are not obliged to participate. There is no need. "
It is really the conscience of the industry.
In this era where 996 is regarded as a blessing, it is rare to see a boss who is so considerate of his employees.
Jiang Chen felt that the other party agreed because of Shi Qianqian’s pressure.
"But what if it's not an unnecessary entertainment."
Pei Yunxi said calmly.
Isn’t it unnecessary entertainment?
Jiang Chen frowned.
"...I don't quite understand."
"Why does Shi Dong want to invite you to dinner?"
Pei Yunxi sat down on the sofa.
Jiang Chen simply said: "Because of a personal matter."
"Really?"
Pei Yunxi looked at him,
Welcome Looking at those captivating eyes, Jiang Chen nodded.
It is indeed not a lie.
"If it was really just a private matter, why would Miss Shi invite me to go with her?"
Pei Yunxi continued to ask.
"I don't know either."
Jiang Chen smiled bitterly.
He really didn’t know what medicine the aunt was selling in her gourd.
He didn't know, but Pei Yunxi seemed to know, and suddenly said inexplicably: "There are some things that you don't need to carry alone, and you can't handle them either."
Jiang Chen Slightly startled.
"Miss Shi invited me to go with you for your consideration. With me here, even if Mr. Shi is dissatisfied, he will not go too far."
Pei Yunxi said softly. Said: "Miss Shi really has good intentions."
Jiang Chen was dumbfounded, but suddenly he understood.
Yes.
Shi Zhenhua invited him to dinner in the name of thanking him, and it was obvious that Xiang Zhuang was dancing the sword.
This meal is probably full of dangers.
But if Pei Yunxi was present, the situation would be different.
In front of the woman he likes, a man will maintain his own demeanor and image.
Otherwise, with Shi Zhenhua’s energy, if he really wanted to get Pei Yunxi, Pei Yunxi would have no ability to resist, so how could he be safe and sound today.
That bitch Shi Qianqian.
You are so scheming.
Like father, like daughter.
To think of such a tricky method so quickly.
“Wouldn’t this make things difficult for you.”
Jiang Chen said.
"If there is any difficulty, this is just to help myself."
Pei Yunxi made an understatement.
Shi Qianqian is very scheming, but she is also not simple. Not everyone can understand the deep meaning through a simple invitation.
No wonder I agreed so simply just now.
Jiang Chen feels that he is still too immature and needs to study hard in many aspects.
If you want to conquer a woman like Pei Yunxi, money is probably not enough, otherwise Shi Zhenhua would have succeeded long ago.
"Where's Senior Sister Luo? Have you come to the East China Sea too?"
He changed the subject.
"No, it will be some time before the school term starts at Dongda University. Let her stay at home for a few more days."
"What about you? Why don't you do the same as her and spend more time at home? Parents.”
If you observe carefully, you will find that Jiang Chen's tone of voice has become much more intimate.
Of course he meant it.
If we continue to talk to each other about Miss Pei like before, then no matter how good the relationship is, it will be called life and death.
Boil the frog in warm water.
Pei Yunxi didn't seem to notice the subtle change in his tone, showing a self-deprecating smile.
“I am not accompanying them at home, but trouble them. Since I went back, people have been visiting me all the time. They are so busy every day that they entertain endless people. I Only by leaving can they be clean." Jiang Chen smiled.
He can understand.
When a star like Pei Yunxi returns to his hometown, which is basically a third-tier city, the city leaders will probably come to visit him.
It’s true that everyone has their own troubles.
He was alone during the New Year and was quite deserted, but Pei Yunxi was depressed because of too many people visiting.
“By the way, Director Fei called me just now. Part of the script has been completed. It will be completed in May. If there are no problems with the script, we can prepare for the start of filming.”
"I follow the company's arrangements."
Pei Yunxi nodded.
I have to admit that these words do sound very fulfilling. Jiang Chen originally wanted to chat with the other party for a few more words, not to mention increasing his favorability, but at least deepening his relationship, but Pei Yunxi did not give him this Chance.
"I'm going back first, you can do your work."
You are the only artist in the entire company. You're gone, what else am I busy with?
Of course, it is impossible for Jiang Chen to say such words, he can only say a few words.
“I’ll send you off.”
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The ninth day of the first lunar month.
Jiang Chen drove Pei Yunxi to a private club in a Mercedes-Benz owned by CX Entertainment according to the address given by Shi Qianqian.
From the outside, it looks like an ordinary two-story building, but you can only find out how good it is when you walk inside.
Even the stair floors are made of precious red sandalwood. You must know that this kind of wood is priced in millions per ton. Rich people usually only use it to make furniture. Who would be so extravagant? Spread it on the ground and let anyone step on it?
Although there are only two floors, it is very large. Under the leadership of a manager, Jiang Chen and Pei Yunxi walked to the second floor. Along the stairs, they saw calligraphy and paintings posted on the walls.
It feels like watching an exhibition of cultural relics in a museum.
Of course.
Even though he knew that the place Shi Zhenhua picked was definitely not an easy place, Jiang Chen also knew that these calligraphy and paintings must be fakes, or to be more precise, imitations.
Otherwise, if it were true, who would carefully hide such a precious treasure in his or her own private vault, how could it be so free and easy to hang on the wall without any security measures?
The two of them entered a box with the word "卯" engraved on the door number.
"If you two need anything, you can call me at any time."
The East China Sea is the East China Sea.
Pei Yunxi's return to his hometown was earth-shaking, but his arrival here did not arouse any surprise among the managers. At least on the surface, this male manager in his thirties was quite calm.
Because Jiang Chen deliberately arrived half an hour early, Shi Zhenhua and Shi Qianqian's father and daughter had not arrived yet.
"There are so many good places in the East China Sea. I think this club has a stronger atmosphere than those cultural reserves."
Jiang Chen felt this.
The overall style of the private room is consistent with that of the club. Almost all the objects are made of wood. As soon as you enter the door, you can smell a rich but not irritating wood fragrance, which is refreshing.
Even Pei Yunxi looked at the decoration of tables and chairs in the box, with a hint of surprise on his beautiful face.
“These seem to be strange nanmu.”
“Strange nanmu?”
Of course Jiang Chen had never heard of it.
“Qi Nanmu is a type of agarwood, the best of the best agarwoods, also known as agar in ancient times. This kind of wood is priced in grams.”
Jiang Chen Dumb.
In his more than 20 years of ordinary life, he knew that things priced in grams were still gold.
Is wood priced in grams?
Fu Zili is indeed right.
Everyone is a frog at the bottom of a well, but the size of the wellhead is different.
If you just move out any of the tables, chairs and benches here, I’m afraid it can make ordinary people rich, right?
Jiang Chen then noticed that the walls on both sides of the box were actually covered with calligraphy.
Obviously cursive.
He subconsciously counted seventeen pairs.
Approaching a wall, Jiang Chen observed it carefully. Although he has never studied calligraphy, as a top student at Dongda University, even if he cannot read the whole thing, he can probably understand a small part of the content. ,
"I have a good look at my feet in front of the East. How can I..."
This is...
His face was shocked. , then quickly took out his mobile phone, searched online, and constantly compared it with the copywriting on the wall.
“What’s wrong?”
Pei Yunxi came over strangely.
After comparing the four words in turn, Jiang Chen slowly put down his phone.
“This is Wang Xizhi’s "Seventeen Posts"."
Seventeen Posts?
Pei Yunxi suddenly felt that these three words seemed familiar.
(End of this chapter)