"But, you majored in directing, and no one would hire an inexperienced newcomer." Lin Dong analyzed worriedly.
"Brother." Wen Tong held his arm, with a hint of coquettishness, "I don't have to be a director, I can start from the most basic job."
"The entertainment industry is very complicated. I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt to that kind of confusion and intrigue."
"Then you have too little confidence in me." Wen Tong cut the peeled apple into several small pieces, lowered his head, and his soft hair fell gently on his ears, as if with memories of the past,
She said calmly: "Now Wen Tong will not be easily bullied by anyone."
Lin Dong stared at her resolute and beautiful profile, feeling various emotions in his heart.
He knew that she was no longer the Wen Tong she had been when she was seventeen, so kind that she could be manipulated by others.
Time is like a carving knife, using bloody blades to carve her into maturity and perfection, and she no longer trusts others easily.
Her intelligence concealed her original cowardice, and her forbearance made her even more unstoppable. Now Wen Tong is fully capable of adapting to the ever-changing changes in life. Even if she is defeated by fate, she will fight to the last drop of her blood.
Lin Dong stood up and found a box from the drawer.
Wen Tong asked curiously: "What baby?"
"A treasure that will help you find a job." Lin Dong carefully took out the contents of the box.
He has kept this thing for six years, never thinking that it would be used one day, but it is something he treasures.
It was precisely because of this intention that he got acquainted with Wen Tong.
"This is..." Wen Tong looked at the crumpled paper. The handwriting on it was blurred, but Ye Bai's signature was very clear.
Lin Dong said: "Six years ago, you fought for the job opportunity for me. Now, I will give it to you."
Lin Dong thought Wen Tong would refuse to work in Ye Bai's company, but she took it calmly and folded it carefully, "Brother, thank you for saving the opportunity for me. Don't worry, I will do a great job.
"
"Then what can you do if you go to Tiandao Entertainment?" Lin Dong was still very worried. She stayed in school for too long, and he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to cope with the sophistication of society.
"I want to be an economic man."
"Is that the kind of manager who specializes in nurturing artists?" Lin Dong has always felt ashamed and self-blame for his previous career. If he hadn't introduced Wen Tong to Ye Bai, he wouldn't have been mistakenly hit by Beichen Xiao, and even more so.
These things will not happen next.
He originally thought about becoming an economist, but because he was lame in one leg, he finally gave up the idea.
Wen Tong was very pleased to have this ambition, feeling that someone would inherit his will.
"Brother, do you really think I've only been studying in the past few years? My understanding of this industry now far exceeds your imagination."
Prepare for a rainy day, this is the experience she summed up from those sad and tortuous experiences.
Facing the destiny, she will not remain passive forever.
"Xiao Tong, you have really grown up."
"I'm twenty-three years old, do you still treat me like a child?"
Ding Ding ran out of the room with the animation book in his arms, climbed onto the sofa, and sat next to Wen Tong, "Mom, I don't know this word..."
The little finger points to the words on the picture.
It is the word "xiao" for bravery.
Wen Tong's eyes were suddenly stung by the word Xiao, and she felt something flash through her mind.
"Nian xiao, twice." Lin Dong said from the side.
"Xiao, Xiao..." She whispered twice subconsciously. For some reason, this word made her feel a slight pain in her heart.
"Be brave and good at fighting..." Ding Ding read loudly.
Wen Tong was pulled back from her thoughts, she leaned close to his little face and gave him a gentle kiss as a reward. The pain in her heart quickly disappeared.
The next day.
Lin Dong went to purchase goods, while Wen Tong and Ding Ding guarded the newsstand.
Tintin sat among a pile of newspapers and magazines like a little adult, holding an anime magazine and reading it.
"Ding Ding, mommy went to buy lunch, you look at the newsstand." Wen Tong patted his little head. He was very obedient, smart and sensible, so Wen Tong felt relieved to leave him alone.
"Mom, I want to eat barbecued pork and chicken legs with rice." He raised his little face and looked salivating.
"Another cup of hot tofu pudding, right?"
"Mom is so smart." Tintin gave a thumbs up and continued to read the comic book.
Not long after Wen Tong left, a car drove slowly from the intersection.
"Wenze, is this week's financial magazine out?" the handsome man on the seat asked while flipping through the magazine in his hand.
"It should be out." Wen Ze said with sharp eyes, "There is a newsstand in front, I'll go take a look."
After he parked the car, he walked to the newsstand.
There was only one child on the newsstand. He looked inside and saw that there was no adult there.
"Uncle, do you want to buy a newspaper?" Tintin raised his head and blinked his big eyes and asked, "Morning newspaper, evening newspaper, women's newspaper."
The sunshine at noon was very strong, and his eyelashes seemed to be covered with gold powder, and his amber eyes were shining brightly.
Wenze was surprised.
At first glance, this child looks very similar to Mr. Chen.
Tintin tilted his chin, curious as to why this uncle was staring at him in a daze.
He admitted that he was more handsome than other boys and had more advantages, but this uncle was not a girl, so why did he stare at him so hard?
He picked up the financial magazine on his side and said in a voice as clear as a bell, "Five dollars."
Wenze asked strangely: "How did you know I wanted a financial magazine?"
Tintin pointed at the car behind him with his small mouth, "Everyone who drives a Lambo to the newsstand buys financial magazines."
"Do you still know Rambo?"
"Uncle, I know more cars than you." Ding Ding shook his head and sighed. This adult is really immodest.
Wen Ze found it very interesting. Today's children are all little monkeys, skinny and smart.
He took out his wallet and took out a hundred dollars.
Tintin said: "Uncle, I can't find it."
So he rummaged in his pocket again and finally found five dollars. Ding Ding took it and smiled like a flower, "Welcome to patronize."
Wen Ze burst into laughter, and really wanted to pinch his little face, but he looked so much like Mr. Chen, pinching his face was like pinching Mr. Chen's face.
He only dared to think about it and do it immediately.
"Why have you been here for so long?" Bei Chenxiao took the magazine and asked with some dissatisfaction.
"Master Chen, do you have any photos of your childhood?" Wen Ze turned his head, his eyes shining with curiosity.
"Wenze, you seem to be very idle recently." Beichenxiao narrowed his sharp eyes and tapped his knees with his long knuckles, "The business in Africa is short of a manpower..."
Wenze immediately turned his head obediently, concentrated on driving, and acted as if I hadn't said anything.
Beichenxiao glanced in the rearview mirror and vaguely saw a little boy sitting there. The car gradually moved away, and his appearance became increasingly unclear.
At the same time, a woman walked over carrying a lunch box.
Just as he was about to see her, the car turned a corner and drove away.
Wen Tong opened the barbecued pork rice in his hand, and Ding Ding opened his chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls.
"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Wen Tong wiped his greasy mouth with a tissue from time to time.
"You can grow up faster if you eat more." Ding Ding saw that Wen Tong only ate cheap vegetables, so he picked up a piece of chicken and put it in her box.
"Mom doesn't like chicken, so Ding Ding can eat it by himself." Wen Tong took the meat back.
Ding Ding lowered his head, as if he was worried.
The teacher said, eat more meat and you will grow taller.
He knows that his uncle has a hard time making money, but he really wants to grow up quickly. When he grows up, he can go find his father by himself.
If you want to find a father, you should eat more meat. This is Tintin's theory.
At this time, Lin Dong came back from purchasing goods, and Wen Tong hurriedly got up to help.
The two of them classified various newspapers and magazines into categories and planned them neatly.
Lin Dong picked up the lunch box to eat. He flipped through the paper in front of him and suddenly saw a golden card.
"Did the guest drop it?" Lin Dong held the chopsticks in one hand and raised the card with the other.
At the same time, Wenze touched his pocket habitually, hey, why is the VIP gold card sent by the restaurant today missing?
"Master, I seem to have left something at the newsstand just now." He said shamelessly.
"Then drive back." Beichen Xiao closed his eyes to rest, and after hearing his words, he answered without thinking.