Feng Ranxin watched the little dinosaur covering her face and running towards her sisters. She looked at her hand pinching Park Zhiyan's nose. See if you can't hold it back! Little kid, run away!

Feng Ranxin turned around and nodded to everyone at Crown. She walked up to Wen Cheng who was reviewing the photos of Crown and said, "Please help me contact Jin Guangzhu and tell him that I want to talk to him in the afternoon!"

As soon as he turned away from staring at the screen, Wen Cheng glanced up and down and Feng Ranxin said in surprise: "You won't be watching here this afternoon?"

"Don't look anymore, it's enough for you to keep an eye on me!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~" Wen Cheng shook his head noncommittally, then moved his head slightly in front of Feng Ran and said as if he remembered something, "Is that the means to greatly restrict movement that you mentioned?"

Feng Ranxin frowned: "No restrictions, just don't hurt those girls anymore!" As she said this, Feng Ranxin looked at Tara and the others who had started filming again and slowly sat down next to Wen Cheng.

When Wen Cheng heard Feng Ranxin's answer, he couldn't help but asked curiously: "Why on earth are you helping these idols so much?"

Feng Ranxin turned her head and looked at Wen Cheng's head slowly raised. After thinking about it for a while, she said, "Hey, Wen Cheng, what do you think I would be in now if I didn't have such a family background?"

Wen Cheng thought for a while and said: "If you don't tell me, it will definitely be half cold if you don't let it cool down. Anyway, the reputation will not be good!"

Feng Ranxin nodded and looked at the Crown and others who were taking pictures and said, "So! Don't you think that my experiences with them are actually similar? But they don't have a big background, and they lack someone who can help them get out of the predicament.

Man! So I’m being that man now.”

Wen Cheng suddenly felt that he had underestimated Feng Ranxin. He always thought that Feng Ranxin was just a crazy fan, but he didn't expect that he was still a crazy fan with a thoughtful mind.

Feng Ranxin stood up, patted Wen Cheng on the shoulder and said, "Go and tell the major idol economic companies in South Korea to stop playing tricks behind your back. I will take Tara to the Huaxia Market."

Wen Cheng glanced at Feng Ranxin angrily and said, "I am the representative of South Korea Zhige, not a representative of any economic company!"

"please!"

Wen Cheng, who had a headache, started to grab his hair. Originally, Feng Ranxin decided on the two cover candidates alone, and the Korean representatives of South Korea Zhige protested, but he suppressed them. Of course, this has a lot of consequences.

The big reason is because the person who proposed it was Feng Ranxin.

Seeing Feng Ranxin staring at those girls taking pictures again, Wen Cheng suddenly smiled, because he really didn't feel disgusted with what this rich second generation was doing now and asking him to help him. He looked at the photos on the computer, especially

There are a few photographers who call them girls who do whatever they want without any complaints.

Feng Ranxin stayed at the shooting location until noon before leaving. During this period, he relied on his status to give instructions to the photographer, and asked the photographer to give some instructions that satisfied his bad taste, such as asking Xiaomin and Jiyeon to hug each other, and asking the boss to get round.

Pouting and winking, making Li Juli and Han Enjing act coquettishly, etc.

After finally saving a bunch of out-of-print photos on his phone, Feng Ran patted his butt with satisfaction and left. When he left, he didn't forget to ask Wen Cheng to treat him in the name of Tara.

But he didn't know that the look in Wen Cheng's eyes as he watched him leave was so mean, so the two photographers who took the best photos tonight were left behind by Wen Cheng to work overtime.

After casually eating Feng Ranxin on the roadside, he walked into Jin Guangzhu's office again.

Jin Guangzhu is smiling happily now. You see, he is indeed from China. When he said he wanted to cooperate, he started working the next day without any ambiguity.

Jin Guangzhu put the prepared tea in front of Feng Ranxin and said to Feng Ranxin with a smile on his face: "Hey, it turns out that Representative Feng is the son of Huafeng Group. I really didn't see it.

Are you coming today?"

Feng Ranxin picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "I need Tara's contract in China..."

"When do you want to sign? Just tell me!" Jin Guangzhu drank the tea and continued without hesitation, "Is this the only request?"

Feng Ranxin raised an eyebrow and said, "I need you to put in your best efforts to help Tara collect songs and contact her for her schedule in South Korea, and all of Tara's schedule must be according to my instructions!"

Jin Guangzhu smiled heartily at Feng Ran: "If Mr. Feng can really help Tara get through this difficulty, these are what I should do. As for the schedule, I will leave it to Mr. Feng!"

Feng Ranxin put down the tea cup and asked Jin Guangzhu doubtfully: "Why are you so cheerful?"

Jin Guangzhu chuckled: "First of all, only Mr. Feng is willing to help Tara. Secondly, I also believe that Mr. Feng will not care about the benefits brought by Tara. Isn't it comfortable for me to sit and collect money? Thirdly, this way I have time to free up.

Wouldn’t it be better to create a new group?”

Feng Ranxin nodded and looked at Jin Guangzhu and said, "I thought this conversation would be difficult?"

"Hahaha~ Mr. Feng thinks too much!"

"Okay! Then I will ask someone to come over and sign the contract with you in a while. If I have anything else to do, I will leave first. President Jin is ready to collect the songs!"

"You're really lucky~" Jin Guangzhu walked Feng Ranxin to the door and sighed as he watched Feng Ranxin go away. He didn't know whether he was lamenting his own luck or the Crown's luck.

When Feng Ranxin finished her business, put away her mobile phone and walked out of a coffee shop, the sky had already darkened.

Just as he was about to take a taxi back to his small villa in South Korea, Wen Cheng called.

"Hey, why are you calling me now?"

"Representative Feng, Zhiyanxi is still at the filming location because something went wrong during the subsequent filming. Do you need to send her home?"

"Park So-yeon and the others? Why did you leave Ji-yeon alone there?"

"Park So Yeonxi and the others were not willing at first, but after I said that you would send Park Ji Yeon xi home in the end, Park So Yeon xi agreed and they didn't say anything else!"

"What are you doing? If you haven't finished filming, can you do it tomorrow?"

"Well, I think you're a fan, so I'll give you a chance to get in touch with idols?"

"I also want to thank you for being my wingman, right?"

"I don't dare. By the way, I have also arranged a driver. The car will arrive when you get there. By the way, I will give you Park Ji-yeon's phone number later!"

"I...Okay, I'm hanging up!"

When Feng Ranxin took a taxi to the shooting location, she saw from a distance the blurry shadow of a girl standing at the door with her hand bent and holding a mobile phone that emitted a faint light.

Feng Ranxin took out her mobile phone and made a call to the number she had prepared before paying for the car.

"Hello?" There was a girl's alert and cold voice over there.

"Zhiyan! It's me. I'm here. Look to the right." Feng Ranxin got out of the car and waved to Park Zhiyan while walking towards her.

"Ah~"

The girl looked to the right and exclaimed, then trotted towards Feng Ranxin.

Within a few steps, the two of them bumped into each other. Following them was a black car parked beside them, but neither of them obviously noticed this.

The two of you looked at me, and I looked at you for a long time.

Finally, Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips and said in a soft and coquettish voice, "Oppa~ I've been waiting for a long time~"

Feng Ranxin touched his head and replied fondly: "I'm sorry~ I'm late~"
Chapter completed!