Chapter 145 Lovers set up to cross the river and demolish the bridge

   "Do you think she likes me?"

   "Not clear."

   Jiang Ye pretended not to know.

   He reminded Zhou Yanshen: "If you are careful, she should like you."

   "Well." Zhou Yanshen seemed to understand.

   He snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers and called the man with glasses who had just finished eating to go upstairs with him.

  The man with glasses is named Wu Rui.

   He is one year older than Jiang Ye, has a stable personality, speaks well, and is easy to get along with.

   Under Zhou Yanshen's suggestion, he first took Jiang Ye to the company for a walk, and then introduced some artists and managers to him.

   "How many artists does Xinghe have?" Jiang Ye asked when he went to the office with him.

   "One hundred and thirty-nine."

   "How many are there on the front line?"

   "Thirteen." Wu Rui said slowly: "There are twenty-four in the second line, and fifty-nine in the third and fourth line."

   "What about the rest?"

   "Either it's very fuzzy, or it doesn't debut."

   Jiang Ye probably understood.

   He explained his current situation to Wu Rui, and emphasized: "I don't want to fire CP."

   "Yes." Wu Rui himself is not optimistic about the speculation of CP, mainly because he is afraid of getting into trouble.

   He asked: "Are you considering setting up an affectionate character?"

   "How to stand?"

   "Call her in front of the public at all times, tell them about your love life, and then express your love."

   "Forget it." Jiang Ye frowned, not wanting to make his feelings a topic of conversation: "This is too hypocritical, I can't do it."

   Wu Rui has almost figured out his character.

   He poured Jiang Ye a glass of water: "Then we don't set up people, but rely on our strength and works to speak."

"it is good."

   "Does your girlfriend have a lot of fans?"

   "I don't know." Jiang Ye rarely reads super words and comments, and doesn't care enough about this.

   Wu Rui had to swipe Weibo.

   He determined his fan base and type in the fastest time, and then made a plan.

   "During this period of time, tell them your thoughts about falling in love, and then slowly make it public."

   "Can't say it directly?"

   "Aren't you afraid of her being scolded?"

  Jiang Ye has seen how powerful fans are, and it's hard to accept just thinking about the pictures of them scolding her.

   He rubbed the paper cup: "How long will it take? I'm afraid she won't feel safe if it drags on for too long."

   "It will be the end of the year at the earliest." Wu Rui has a family, so he must understand his concerns and worries.

   He put his arms on Jiang Ye's shoulders: "In these days, there are too few entertainers as responsible as you."

   "Maybe they haven't met the right person yet?" Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not comment too much.

   He discussed the script with Wu Rui again: "I prefer suspense, action and history."

   "Suspense?" Wu Rui opened the drawer under the desk and found the script: "I happen to have one."

   "How long to audition?"

"next Friday."

   Jiang Ye left after chatting with him about the details.

   On his way to the rental house, he reported to Pei Yilan about the next arrangement, including temporarily concealing his relationship.

   "It doesn't matter." Pei Yilan can understand.

   She comforted him in turn: "Anyway, it's about next month, you don't have to feel sorry."

   Jiang Ye's lips couldn't help but rise.

   He held the phone close to his ear: "You look at the calendar first and choose a time period you like."

   "I want to choose with you."

   "Then I'll pick you up at six o'clock?"

   Pei Yilan seemed to be fed a spoonful of honey, from the throat to the stomach, it was extremely sweet.

   She replied softly, "Where are you now?"

   "On the way back to the apartment."

   "Are you finished moving today?"

   "I'm done moving." Jiang Ye told her that when the taxi hit the brakes, he was willing to hang up.

   He walked into the apartment that Kaiyu provided for the artist, took the elevator to the fifth floor, and followed the long corridor without sunlight.

  Kaiyu has always looked at people and gave them different living environments according to their grades.

   Jiang Ye pushed open the door of 508.

   He looked at the 'home' where he could see the bottom of his eyes at a glance, and the overwhelming sense of oppression seemed to want to entangle him again.

The memories of   'home' left him are not wonderful.

   He could only think of the memory of the three years of wandering and suffering, and then silently licking his wounds.

   He stared at the only glass window that could see through the light source, and the broken shadow reflected in his pupils seemed to disappear with a light touch.

   "Jiang Ye?" The non-isolated environment allowed Yang Qifeng's voice to clearly enter the auricle.

The sound of    knocking on the door brought Jiang Ye back to his senses.

   He approached the door in three or two steps, pressed the door handle and asked, "How did you know I was there?"

   "I saw you just now." Yang Qifeng put the briefcase in his armpit on the coffee table.

   He sat and moved his shoulders and neck: "I have an adventure variety show here, are you interested?"

   "I terminated my contract with Kaiyu."

   "What!? Why didn't you tell me?"

   "It's not necessary." Jiang Ye pulled out the suitcase under the bed and packed his things in a hurry.

   His indifferent expression startled Yang Qifeng.

   "How did I offend you?" He frowned, as if dissatisfied with his sudden change of attitude.

   "You don't know what?"

   "What number? You speak clearly."

   Jiang Ye took off the hanger of his coat: "You lied to me about meeting Jiang Yingna, you forgot?"

   "That's not called cheating."

   "Not yet?"

   "She came to you because of the endorsement." Yang Qifeng's tone was indifferent, and he didn't think there was a problem.

   "You don't know her true purpose?"

   "It doesn't matter what her purpose is, what matters is what you get out of it."

   Jiang Ye twitched the corners of his mouth: "For you, I'm just a tool for your performance, right?"

   "Don't speak so harshly." Yang Qifeng said with a cigarette in his mouth: "We call it complementary."

   Good one complements each other.

   Jiang Ye couldn't help laughing just listening to it.

   He put the folded clothes into the suitcase, then turned to get the necessities: "If there is nothing else, you can go."

   His stinky temper, Yang Qifeng, is used to it, and he doesn't bother to bother with him: "Have you found the next home?"

"how?"

   "I think Xinghe is pretty good. When the time comes, you can tell Miss Pei and we will sign together."

   "You can't talk about it yourself?" Jiang Ye didn't stop packing his things, he just wanted to leave.

   "Can't talk."

   "Not enough level?"

   "Xinghe has no shortage of managers." Yang Qifeng began to think about going through the back door: "And I have to bring two artists there."

   "Do you take Xinghe as my company? Sign it if you sign it, or stop it if you say it is blocked?"

   "With Miss Pei's relationship..."

   "I'm sorry." Jiang Ye refused directly, not even a trace of affection: "I can't help you."

   "Jiang Ye, have you played with me to demolish bridges?"

   "You are the one who demolishes the bridge first."

   "She's all in!" Yang Qifeng knew what he cared about, but couldn't understand: "Is it interesting that you hold on to it?"

   "It's boring." Jiang Ye put down the key: "I can't make sense to someone like you."

   Hearing the sound of dragging the suitcase, Yang Qifeng finally realized that he was making people anxious this time.

   (end of this chapter)