Not only Jiang Fanxing can't stand this comparison, even Song Tang, a person from Party A, can't stand it either.
Shen Wanyi, who was in charge of post-production, heard them discussing, took off his headphones, coughed a few times and came forward, and reminded in a low voice: "You two, you are talking too loudly, this is the office area."
In the office lobby, everyone has a computer and is busy editing and producing. Although they all wear headphones, it is inevitable that some people like Shen Wanyi have no sound from their headphones.
Jiang Fanxing and Shen Wanyi had some kind of friendship at work, and they were both straightforward in character. As time went by, the two became friends.
But people who are too direct often do not do well in the workplace. Jiang Fanxing has been in this industry for several years and has always been suppressed by Shen Qiong, a senior in the same company, even though Shen Qiong's current artists have collapsed one after another.
Shen Wanyi is the same. After working for several years, he is still a small editor. He is as busy as a dog every day and is not as fast as the female colleague sitting next to him who drinks a few glasses of wine with the boss and gets promoted faster.
Two frustrated people in the workplace would occasionally find time to meet and have a drink together.
Cafe downstairs
Jiang Fanxing and Shen Wanyi sat facing each other, holding up coffee, clinking glasses with wine, and took a sip. The bitter feeling in their intestines made them both painful and enjoy it.
Shen Wanyi complained about a lot of nepotism in the company. Just after taking a breath, Jiang Fanxing also started complaining mode.
"That Shen Qiong brought one down, one down, and two down a pair. Is it her bad luck? No, she already knew what kind of people Bian Kai and Jiang Zhe were. Just because these two people are the second generation of rich people, she brought them It saves effort and pays off big time. When she made money, she didn't mind that the money went into her own pocket. Now she has to lose money, so she takes the company and the second generation of rich people to make the loss together. This money is really easy to make."
"However, Shen Qiong's reputation in the industry is so bad, and she still doesn't take us people who work hard and down-to-earth seriously. Why?"
"The artists I coached graduated with a serious bachelor's degree in acting. They worked hard on their own step by step. They finally got some resources, but they were robbed openly."
Jiang Fanxing drank coffee as wine. It was bitter when he drank it, and the bitter water he poured out was even more bitter.
Song Tang sighed slightly and persuaded: "You guys, you will never learn to swallow the bitterness in your stomach. So much coffee will be wasted."
The two said in unison: "I can't swallow it!"
Haha, these two people have similar temperaments.
I learned from Shen Wanyi that their production team had received two tasks from Rong. Mingtian's one was urgent and required the product to be highlighted, while Shen Zhou's was less urgent and required the character to be highlighted.
However, all planning related to endorsement advertising, including contracts and finances, must go through the president's office, and Song Tang handles them all. There are not two copies, only one.
If Zheng Li took the Rong family's money to make profits for himself, then he would be guilty of using power for personal gain.
However, Shen Wanyi is just a small employee and cannot get a contract from the producer.
If you can't get the contract, you won't have substantive evidence.
Without substantial evidence, she could not expose Zheng Li in front of Rong Chuqin.
What's more, now that Rong Congmu is back, Zheng Li has double protection. Even if she finds out his fault, she may not be able to drive him out of the Rong family.
Song Tang and Shen Wanyi left each other's contact information. Such upright people may not be suitable for being comrades in arms, but they are definitely worth making friends.
Autumn has entered the capital, and as the sun goes down, the temperature turns cooler.
At the end of September, before the ginkgo leaves turn yellow and the sweet-scented osmanthus begins to fragrant, a refreshing fragrance floats in the air from time to time.
Song Tang was walking aimlessly on the street and passed by a shopping mall. A mooncake advertisement was playing on the huge electronic screen on the outer wall of the building. Then she suddenly realized that, yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon.
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, the moon is full, people are reunited, and Rong Chuqin is finally reunited with his parents and sister.
And she...
Song Tang felt inexplicably flustered and felt like he couldn't catch his breath. Then, his legs began to feel weak and his eyes began to feel dizzy.
With a "thud", she fell down uncontrollably. She was still conscious, but her whole body was weak and unable to move.
"Ouch, someone fainted..."
"Little girl, are you okay?"
"Is it hypoglycemia? I have some sugar here. Here..."
Passersby gathered around to see what was going on, pinching her, stuffing candy in her mouth, and some even gave her some water.
Gradually, she felt a little relieved, opened her eyes, and said feebly: "Thank you, thank you, I seem...a little better..."
The two aunts helped her up and carried her to the flower bed by the roadside for her to sit.
The people around her checked and rechecked with her to make sure she was really fine before they dispersed.
Song Tang was sitting on the edge of the flower bed, still unable to get up. The night wind blew, and she felt so cold as she was sweating all over her body.
She spread her palms and put them in front of her eyes. Although her pain had eased, her hands were still shaking uncontrollably.
She closed her fingers and put her hands on the edge of the flower bed. The flower bed made of cement and stones was not smooth and smooth. Her fingers pressed hard on the edge, and her nails were worn flat, broken, and bleeding, but she did not let go.
The road was busy with cars coming and going, and she suddenly had a terrible idea.
"No...it can't be done..." she gritted her teeth and said to herself, "Song Tang, it's impossible..."
She closed her eyes and didn't look at the cars, but a picture she didn't want to see appeared in her mind.
Last night, Rong Chuqin was pushed into the emergency room. She panicked, and some memory fragments kept emerging in her mind. But now, it happened again, and the picture was more coherent and clearer.
Twenty years ago, on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, Nancheng, Guilan Mountain, there was a car accident. She lost her parents forever. After being pushed out of the car, she saw with her own eyes that the out-of-control car rushed out of the winding mountain road and down the road.
of mountains.
That year, she was only five years old.
Her fingernails hurt, the pain of tearing flesh and bone, which made her regain her sense for a short time. She suddenly opened her eyes, and the thin cold sweat had now condensed into large beads of sweat.
Suddenly a gust of autumn wind blew, and she shivered with cold.
Song Tang shook her head, throwing away those terrible memories and that terrible thought. She bent her knees and folded her arms. She sat there curled up in a protective posture.
She didn't know how long it took, but a car light suddenly hit her. She raised her head and looked out dimly. She saw a figure under the strong light getting out of the car and trotting towards her.
"Song Tang...is it really you, Song Tang? Song Tang?"
When Song Tang heard the voice, he raised his head and saw that it was Lu Yiheng. He breathed a big sigh of relief, "Brother Heng..."
Lu Yiheng couldn't believe his eyes. Her face was bloodless, her lips were as white as paper, her hands and fingers were all covered in blood, and her clothes were also covered in blood.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
"No, Brother Heng, I'm fine."
"How can everything be okay? What have you become?!"
"I fainted due to low blood sugar. I'll be fine after taking a rest."
"You really don't need to go to the hospital?"
"Need not."
Seeing her insistence, Lu Yiheng could only sigh, "Then go to my car and take a rest?"