Fang Yi called Sister Zhen immediately when he got back.
On the way, he carefully observed the environment around the flat floor - this was a community that was established in the late 1990s and developed at the beginning of the century. The name was a foreign name. At that time, there were many such communities in Shanghai and Beijing, with large areas.
, large units, low floor area ratio, one apartment per building. With the rise in housing prices in recent years, this kind of thankless community has rarely been developed.
But there are also disadvantages.
The security design is too old-fashioned, and the peripheral vision is not good. If Fang Yi does something with the curtains open, he may be photographed with blurry shadows. Those shadows are so imaginative that they can be used to make up random things.
The call was connected and Fang Yi spoke:
"Someone is following me."
Sister Zhen was very nervous: "Are we going to kidnap you? I'll call the police right away..."
"No, you know this person, Zhuo Wei."
"He..." Sister Zhen breathed a sigh of relief at that time, "Zhuo Wei is just a paparazzi, don't worry. He has two ways to make money now - one is to photograph explosive news and sell it to print media and online media
;The other is to find the original owner..."
Fang Yi: "Are you looking for money from the original owner?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you afraid of going to jail?"
"He won't ask for it directly, and the money will never pass through his hands from beginning to end... Once he asks for it, he will not follow you again within the promised time. This is very complicated. In short, he relies on this method
Feeding a team of ten people.”
Fang Yi paced back and forth in the room and closed the curtains: "This house needs to be replaced. I am short of funds to buy a big villa directly. I have other uses for the money... Let's change to a house far away from here first. The area is
It doesn’t matter, I rarely reply.”
"Okay, I'll find it for you... By the way." Sister Zhen said hesitantly, "Fang Yi, I am still determined to do my best in the brokerage business. This is what I am best at. You are becoming more and more successful now. You need to be better than me.
More professional financial managers.”
Sister Zhen gave examples of the business cooperation she was currently working on: "Watches, cars, scattered magazines and newspapers, making friends with big-name executives, countless road shows, and charity activities sponsored by Yangma,"
She complained a little, "Because you rarely do these things yourself. I am all busy. Boss Fang, I went on the scale and found that I am 160..."
Sister Zhen's voice was deliberately loud, giving people a solid impression of a loud voice, which was linked to her soaring weight.
Fang Yi forced himself to hold back his laughter: "I'm looking for someone, please work hard for a while longer."
It was still not too late at this time, and a trace of sunset light came out from the gap in the curtains. Fang Yi contacted Guo Fan again: "Are you free this Saturday, so we can talk?"
He opened the curtains and looked at the scenery outside the window. This was where he started, but he didn't miss it too much.
I don’t know if Zhuo Wei’s people are here. If they are here, I really hope they take a photo of themselves to record this moment.
——After Guo Fan finished filming on the set of "Love Letter", he returned to the cartoon "The Adventures of Li Xianji". He chatted and boasted with director Li Yang all day long.
Li Yang is relatively autistic when working, and there are only a few people on the crew. Guo Fan feels that his skills in speaking are of no use, and he occasionally feels melancholy.
"I want to lead a larger crew, just like "Love Letter", to see a dream world gradually taking shape in my heart. That is what filmmakers should do."
Guo Fan said this to himself.
He received Fang Yi's call and hurriedly put the speakerphone on: "Boss Fang has instructions! Hello! You all listen."
As a result, I heard about an appointment to talk to him.
As a thirty-year-old veteran, Guo Fan immediately understood the hidden message of these words. Anecdotes about those who rose to great heights in the industry or who were with the wrong boss emerged in his mind. This would be his key choice.
Li Yang joked at him: "Guo Fan, Fang Yi has taken a liking to you and wants to take you flying."
"What's your name? Fang Yi, Director Fang, or Boss Fang."
"Haha," Li Yang chuckled, "Fang Yi is quite generous and won't care about me. I am very free in doing things. After the film is finished, I may not want to rely on others. I don't make films that can make money, so I
Don't harm others... Fang Yi will be your boss, he probably won't be my boss, I will continue to wander."
Guo Fan disagreed with him, "Be careful of getting slapped in the face later."
"Let's talk about it after slapping you in the face. Congratulations first," Li Yang's eyes fell on Guo Fan, and he patted his shoulder emotionally. After the two hugged, Li Yang said, "Guo Fan, you are older than us, thirty years old.
You're really not young anymore, but luckily you survived."
Guo Fan also showed a complicated expression and sighed in his heart. In his excitement, he threw out his career plan: "Yangtao.com asked me to make a series - it is the kind of series of director Fang's previous micro-movies, Souhu."
After its success, other websites are now doing it, and everyone wants to be the next Fang Yi, oh no, Director Fang."
"I originally wanted to find a job there and stay there for a few more years, but now I don't need to."
Most of the others looked at him with envy.
Li Yang agreed that Guo Fan would not come to the set and asked him to recharge his batteries at home and not cause trouble these days, lest the cooked duck fly away.
Guo Fan stayed in the rented house with partitions for a few days. The door was not open. He took a shower early on Saturday morning and found that the water was cold.
"grass!"
Guo Fan cursed and put on a job-seeking suit to support the occasion. At this time, he looked at his oily quilt and the cracked ceiling. He was dissatisfied with everything. He went out and threw the key on the ground.
The landlord saw it.
He simply said: "I can't stand it anymore."
The landlord rolled his eyes: "One thousand and fifty a month, three deposits and one payment. You didn't stay for three months, so I won't refund your deposit."
"Why don't you retreat? Is there any royal method?"
"If you don't live there, there are people living there... You are Guo, Guo Fan, right? You can stay for another two months, and when you are full, you don't have to refund the money."
The landlord glanced at Huang Chengcheng's key and said, "You can't live here."
Domineering but roundabout: "Stop!"
"key?"
"Yeah," Guo Fan honestly picked up the keys, straightened his clothes and smoothed out the wrinkles. He ran out of the rental house as fast as he could, took out dozens of dollars, and stopped a man.
Yellow and black rental: "Master, go to Fang Yi Studio."
"I know Fang Yi, where is Fang Yi's studio?"
"At that...forget it, you go to the Souhu Building, next to it."
"okay!"
Fang Yi was waiting for him in the office. The soundtrack of the movie "Love Letter" was playing at that time, and the room was filled with the sound of harmonica. He arrived a little early, and Fang Yi had no intention of putting down what he was doing, so the two of them sat quietly.
After listening to the soundtrack.
Guo Fan said casually, "It sounds really nice."
Fang Yi looked at the time on the computer desktop and said, "You came very early. I thought you were about ten minutes early, but I didn't expect you were more than an hour early."
Guo Fan: “I can’t wait to join the job quickly.”
"I haven't told you what I'm looking for?"
These words made Guo Fan's heart beat fast. He secretly cursed himself for getting carried away, and the expression on his face could hardly be maintained. At this time, Fang Yi nodded to him, "Yes, it's the one you thought."
Guo Fan almost cried: "Thank you, Director Fang."
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The house Liu Genghong rented in Shanghai was like this. It had a huge and luxurious circular balcony.