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Terminal pick-up.

People came and went, a tall, middle-aged man in a polo shirt hurried over.

He held the phone by his ear in one hand, raised the other hand, and looked down at the time.

On the phone, a friend who is a program producer on a video platform is still nagging: "Old Wei, there are many young children in your place. No matter what this time, I have spoken to you, you must help me."

Wei Guangkuo maintained the posture of answering the phone, stood still, panting, raised his eyes to look at the pick-up port, and said, "Okay, I'll see if there is a suitable one in the school, if there is a suitable one to call you."

Friend: "You have to be good-looking. It doesn't matter whether you have signed a company or made a debut, whether you are an amateur or not, as long as you look good. These entertainment companies have gone too far in frying rice recently. They only appeared in other auditions two months ago. Arrangement to continue the draft, just a few faces, I am an audience and I will get tired of watching."

Wei Guangkuo kept his eyes on the aisle of the airport. Hearing that, he said, "I see."

Friend: "What are you doing, gasping for breath and being absent-minded."

Wei Guangkuo: "Let's not talk about it, I will pick you up at the airport."

Friend: "Okay, you're busy, you can contact me later, don't forget about me."

Wei Guangkuo: "No."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Guangkuo still stared at the aisle of the pick-up port for a moment. The surroundings were bustling and full of human voices.

Suddenly, a group of people pushed their suitcases and poured out from the aisle.

Wei Guangkuo immediately focused and searched carefully.

The staggered figures, the sound of rolling wheels, the sound of talking, Wei Guangkuo's eyes were bulging out, and he didn't see anyone. Are you on?

Just as he was thinking, a figure came out of the passage.

It was a tall young man, wearing white T, black trousers, carrying a bag on one shoulder, the simplest attire, clean.

He looked down at his phone, lowered his eyes, and pushed a luggage cart in front of him with two large boxes.

After walking out of the passageway, the young man raised his eyes, met Wei Guangkuo with a glance, and immediately showed a bright smile, raised his hand and waved: "Uncle!"

The most ordinary greeting, but it attracted the attention of the people around the boy and in the waiting area of ​​the airport, and there was even a gasping voice, with a few exclamations.

Wei Guangkuo heard these exclamations, he raised his brows, raised his chin, and greeted his nephew with a proud face.

As soon as the uncle and nephew met, Jiang Zhan came out from behind the cart, raised his arms, and gave Wei Guangkuo a hug that only a family can have: "Uncle."

Wei Guangkuo's nose was sour: "Stinky boy."

Jiang Zhan smiled: "Did you miss me?"

Wei Guangkuo: "Think of a fart."

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and it was at least an hour and a half from the airport to the city.

The car got on the elevated road, Wei Guangkuo said while driving: "Is it really not where I am?"

Jiang Zhan sat in the co-pilot with his head turned sideways, and the shadows of trees not far from the elevated bridge quickly passed by his eyes.

Jiang Zhan yawned and said casually, "Yes, I don't live with an older bachelor."

Wei Guang was very happy, and said fiercely: "Okay, it's up to you."

After the murder was over, Wei Guangkuo began to nag: "The house has been cleaned for you, and some daily necessities have been bought for you. You go back today, rest early, and get up before nine o'clock tomorrow, young people, don't always think about sleeping in and sleeping again. I sleep until noon and don't eat breakfast."

Jiang Zhan: "Got it."

Wei Guangkuo: "Tomorrow weekend, I don't have class and I'm fine. Come over and have lunch together."

Jiang Zhan: "Well, good."

Wei Guangkuo: "Are you drinking?"

Jiang Zhan was delighted and turned his head: "Drink, you let me drink now?"

Wei Guangkuo snorted: "You're not seventeen or eighteen, you're twenty-five, so there's nothing you can't drink. I happen to have a bottle of Dream Blue over there. I'll open it tomorrow, so I'll welcome you home."

Jiang Zhan smiled and nodded: "Enough."

Wei Guangkuo snorted lightly, and out of the corner of his eyes swept to his side, but his heart was full of mixed feelings.

His nephew, whom he has grown up with, has liked him since he was a child. No way, he is good-looking, has a good personality, is cheerful and outgoing, and can talk. No one doesn't like this kind of child.

pity…

Bad life.

The Jiang family has been rich for many years, but when they encountered a crisis in the industry, Jiang Zhan's father made a wrong decision and lost everything, and the company went bankrupt.

How old was Jiang Zhan at that time?

Impression, has been admitted to the university.

If nothing has changed, given the conditions of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhan is a properly wealthy second-generation, and he went to a famous domestic school. In the future, he will study abroad and return to China after graduation to take over the family business. There is no problem at all.

But Jiang's family fell overnight. Jiang Zhan's father died in an accident in the same year, and Jiang Zhan's mother was diagnosed with cancer when he was a junior. He died in Vancouver a year ago...

Ugh.

Thinking of these things, Wei Guangkuo only sighed and sighed in his heart.

Well, everything is over.

will get better.

Wei Guangkuo is very confident in this nephew. Jiang Zhan has such a good personality and his own conditions are good. He has survived the past few years, and the road in the future will only become smoother.

Jiang Zhan lives in Meiwan Community. The family's old house has never been owned. When the Jiang family went bankrupt, it was not used to pay off the debt.

Because it's an old house, I haven't lived in it very much, so naturally there aren't many memories of home in the house.

Jiang Zhan didn't care much. After so many years, he has survived the most difficult times, and his mother no longer has to endure the pain of illness. She left peacefully and peacefully a year ago, and she doesn't need to feel any more.

Returning home is a fresh start.

Jiang Zhan just wanted to look forward, not back.

As for what to do in the future, whether to find a job or not, Jiang Zhan didn't think much about it.

He is not short of money for the time being, and he also has money-making work in his hands. Life is no longer tight, and there is no need to tighten it after returning to China. Take one step at a time.

On the contrary, Wei Guangkuo said, "If you want to work and you are not suitable for the time being, I can arrange for you to come to our school to be a counselor."

Jiang Zhan: "Farewell, I've spent enough time at school in my life."

Wei Guangkuo: "..." Brat.

Jiang Zhan is not in a hurry, and Wei Guangkuo can't do anything about it. He can see it. This nephew is not in a hurry, but he is not in a hurry.

Go to bed early, get up early, run for fitness, watch movies, go shopping and play ball, every day has arrangements.

Wei Guangkuo didn't care, just let him.

I don't know, my nephew has not been idle since the night he returned to China.

Wang Bubble will fly a big plane: Figure God! in or not!

P picture: ?

Wang Bubble will fly a big plane: The front line station sister has another airport map, is it still the old price?

P picture: Well, the old price.

Wang Bubble will fly a big plane: I have sent you the pictures, and you can take them in your mailbox. I am in a hurry for these pictures. I need them at night. Can you rush?

Jiang Zhan sat in front of his notebook and saw Wang Bubble's message. He didn't reply for a while, so he clicked the attachment to the mailbox.

That's right, Jiang Zhan is a P-picture, and people in the circle are called picture gods—

There are no pictures that he can't make, and there are no scum pixels that he can't handle.

No matter how frustrated the star is in the photo, as long as he is p, he will always have a god-level appearance and a god-level style.

Fanquan even has a saying: Every time I see a picture of a station with a beautiful style, I can't help but wonder if it is the handwriting of God P.

There is another way of saying: P's God's picture? Are you kidding me, is your site rich, and can you afford to pay God? Do you know how expensive he is?

So that he has been abroad in recent years, and he obviously does not watch TV series, let alone pay attention to stars, but the new trends in the entertainment industry are basically clear.

There is no way, the person in the picture and the fan circle are only a distance away from the network cable.

Before Jiang Zhan returned to China, he did not surf the Internet for a period of time, and did not pick up work. After returning to China, he turned on the computer and filled a pile of orders.

At this moment, Wang Bubble sent a picture, and he habitually still looked at the original picture first.

After decompressing the photo, Jiang Zhan picked up the water glass at hand.

The enlarged original image stood still in the center of the screen, Jiang Zhan raised his eyes.

The familiar face in the center of the photo suddenly appeared in front of me without any warning—

Jiang Zhan held the water glass in his hand for a while, staring at the screen without moving his eyes.

After a few seconds, he put down the water glass, turned off the photo, and opened the dialog box with Wang Bubble.

Picture p: I take back what I just said.

Wang Bubble wants to fly a big plane: ? ? ? Clam?

P picture: not the old price, ten times.

Wang Bubble wanted to fly a big plane: big big big big big brother, why did you suddenly increase the price?

P picture: did not rise.

Wang Bubble wants to fly a big plane: ?

Photo p: The films of other artists are still at the old price.

Wang Bubble wants to fly a big plane: I understand. You mean, other artists are at the original price, except Yao Yufei.

p-image: yes.

Wang Bubble wants to fly a big plane: why.

P picture: ugly rejection.

Wang Bubble wants to fly a big plane: …

The id of Wang Bubble used to be the station sister of a certain star. Because he was rich and idle, he often looked for Jiang Zhan's P pictures. After the star was exposed to cheating and domestic violence, Wang Bubble became a fan, but he did not quit the circle and began to take charge of Jiang Zhan's list.

What kind of pictures to post, what orders to take, how to settle the money, all Wang Bubble is talking to people, and Jiang Zhan is in charge of the P pictures.

At this moment, Jiang Zhan threw out the word "ugly refusal", and Wang Bubble almost didn't react.

ugly?

Yao Yufei is still ugly?

He is the most handsome in the talent show this year, isn't he!

But Wang Bubble didn't argue with Jiang Zhan, and it was ten times the price and ugly rejection. It is estimated that he didn't want to take this order.

If you don't want to take it, you don't want to take it, and I didn't force you.

Wang Bubble came back with an emoji that nodded his understanding, and went to reply to the customer.

Wang Bubble wanted to fly a big plane: dear, I'm sorry, dear, there are too many orders in God's hands, and I don't have much time recently. I can't take this order, I'm really sorry.

"Huh." Lan Yinhui snorted coldly and put down the phone.

He thought to himself that he was also brainstorming. Most of the companies, photographers, and circles of friends would know P pictures and understand P pictures.

Then again, can this be blamed on him?

It's not that Yao Yufei asked too much.

When the original film came out, I was dissatisfied here and there, but after posting a photo that everyone thought was pretty good, when it got to him, he just had to call it back and post it again.

He tried again, but he was still dissatisfied, even saying that he didn't have the temperament he wanted.

Ask him what his temperament is, and he can take photos of other stars as an example, but he can't say why.

With so many things going on, Lan Yinhui gets angry when he thinks about it.

Walking to the dance practice room while breathing.

When I got to the practice room, I didn't see anyone practicing dance.

Yao Yufei just got off the plane and went back to the company. Maybe he was tired. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his back was hunched, and he was holding the phone in his hand.

Lan Yinhui deliberately walked over lightly, wanting to see what he was looking at. After approaching, he bent down and stared at the screen, stunned for a moment.

Yao Yufei is fascinated, is it a photo of a man?

"Who is this!?"

Yao Yufei was startled, and he didn't know what his guilty conscience was. His face turned pale with a slap. When he raised his head, Lan Yinhui grabbed the phone directly.

Lan Yinhui straightened up, held the phone, looked down and glanced again, only to realize that the photo was enlarged.

The angle of view of the original picture is a bit far away, but the picture is clear. The picture shows a white T man pushing a luggage cart and carrying a single shoulder bag. His eyes are clear, his expression is bright, and he looks very handsome.

Lan Yinhui raised his eyebrows, raised his mobile phone, and looked at Yao Yufei, asking in a tone of voice: "Who is it, you can see God?"

Yao Yufei frowned, raised his hand and grabbed the phone: "No one, return it to me."

Lan Yinhui avoided his hand and looked inquisitively: "People you knew before? Classmates? Friends?"

Yao Yufei didn't answer, ready to grab it.

Lan Yinhui saw that his face was wrong, and thought of something, he was stunned, and surprise flashed in his eyes: "couldn't it be the ex-boyfriend you broke up before?"

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