Yan Gou

Chapter 25

On Friday, Jiang Bailu pissed off a senior employee in the company. He didn't take it to heart. When he was eating in the employee cafeteria at noon, he was told by the person at the same table that he was not just targeting him. The person who was in a bad mood recently Good, when you usually walk, just detour when you see people from a distance.

Jiang Bailu said yes, then asked casually, "What happened?"

The people at the same table glanced around, whispered in his ear mysteriously: "Hasn't he always been the queen photographer of Tong Wei's private photo before? Someone heard him answering the phone in the corridor yesterday, it seems to be from Tong Wei's side Found a new photographer and decided to approach him for a partnership.”

Jiang Bailu snorted, "Private jobs are allowed here?"

"Allow or not, in the end it depends on the attitude of the leader. On the surface, the employees of the company are indeed not allowed to accept private work." The other party paused, "It's just that the magazine has been able to invite Tong Yinghou over several times, and it is inevitable that he will be in the middle to make a speech. Customers. Leaders naturally turn a blind eye."

Jiang Bailu took a bite of the green cabbage and laughed, "It means that you can take private jobs, but you have to be at the level of an actor or actress in the entertainment industry, right?"

The other party nodded and glanced at him, "What? The probationary period hasn't passed yet, so you're just thinking about these things?"

Jiang Bailu looked down and picked the thorns in the fish, and answered absently: "Is this? I really didn't think about it."

It's just that he didn't want to, but he couldn't stop his private work from rushing to find him.The phone rang during the lunch break, and when Jiang Bailu scanned the name that was dancing on the screen, the gossip he heard during lunch flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood it.

He answered the phone, opened his mouth and called out in a natural tone: "Sister Tong."

Tong Wei didn't beat around the bush, and straight to the point when she came up, she had a private photo shoot on the weekend, and she wanted to invite Jiang Bailu to accompany her and be responsible for the whole photography work, so the salary would naturally not be lower than his monthly salary.

Jiang Bailu jokingly said: "I haven't published any work yet, how dare you use me?"

Tong Wei said bluntly: "Part of it is out of trust in you, and part of it is out of gratitude to Mr. Cen."

Jiang Bailu asked back, "Thank you for what?"

"You're not an insider, so you probably don't know yet." Tong Wei's tone was somewhat satisfied, "Boss Cen used two endorsements to compensate me for the two roles I lost a few months ago."

Sometimes, fashion resources in the hands of artists are far more important than movie roles.Although Jiang Bailu is not in the entertainment industry, he has heard of it more or less when he was doing photography-related work in the United States.Ceng Ge was generous, and Tong Wei put the credit on him, but in fact, he never mentioned Tong Wei's matter to Ceng Ge.

The only time Cengo asked on the bed.

He didn't deny it immediately, but directly accepted the other party's thanks, and when he even promised: "What day is the weekend?" The teacher who was terminated by Tong Wei a few days ago hurried away from him However, when he heard such an impressive and daydreaming vocabulary on the weekend, he immediately paused and cast a suspicious glance at him.

Jiang Bailu leaned his back on the handrail of the corridor, calmly and calmly gave each other a friendly smile.

After turning around, he hung up the phone and wanted to send a text message to Cengo. He typed a line in the sending box with his fingers, thought about it halfway, and then deleted it.Before getting off work, Qin and his party, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, had dinner together.

Qin and his party drove to pick him up, and when Jiang Bailu opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, he heard the other party turn around and ask, "Do you want to eat Western food?"

Jiang Bailu immediately rejected the other party's bad proposal: "Forgive me, I have eaten Western food abroad for six years, and now I would rather sit at a street stall outside Peking University and eat barbecue."

Qin and his party frowned, as if lost in thought.

Jiang Bailu glanced at him and joked, "What? Boss Qin doesn't like roadside stalls anymore? You must know that when I was in college and I returned home on vacation, you often took me to the roadside at Beijing University. Let's eat supper."

Qin and his party were speechless, "I was just thinking, how many delicious barbecue restaurants are left in Beijing University."

The two hit it off immediately, and Qin and his party turned around and drove towards the direction of Beijing University against the majestic afterglow of the setting sun at the end of their line of sight.

About an hour later, Qin and his party, who took off their suits and ties, and Jiang Bailu, who took off their windbreakers, sat down at a lively street barbecue restaurant.When Qin and his party were ordering, Jiang Bailu lowered his head and focused on rolling up his sleeves. When he was in the middle of rolling up his sleeves, he suddenly raised his head and asked without beginning or end, "You are also from Beijing University, right?"

Qin and his party couldn't figure out the logic in his words, "What is 'also'? Besides me, do you know other students who graduated from Peking University?"

Jiang Bailu: "Cengo."

Qin and his party: "What?"

"I heard—" Jiang Bailu pressed his chin, "Cen Ge also graduated from Peking University."

"Really?" Qin and his party raised their eyebrows in surprise, "No wonder Cen's relationship with Beijing University has always been good. A few years ago, the maintenance fees of the library of Beijing University and the old dormitory left over from the period of the Republic of China were also donated by Cen's sponsorship."

The speechless person was replaced by Jiang Bailu, "You have been at Peking University for four years, did you know that Cen Ge is your alumnus?"

Qin and his party were not ashamed at all, but confident, "That's not surprising. After all, Beijing University has tens of thousands of students every year. Is it possible that I still have to know everyone?"

Jiang Bailu: "But not everyone can grow up to be like Cengo, they are still of mixed blood."

Qin and his party: "..."

"So although I haven't met him, I have heard of him from Yu Junlin." Qin and his party subconsciously remedied, but after speaking, they saw Jiang Bailu's eyes drooping slightly, staring fixedly at the table and distracted, as if he was interested in him. The answer is of no interest.

Qin Xingxing suddenly felt strange, and raised his hand in front of his eyes, "Jiang Bailu, are you listening?"

Jiang Bailu raised his head and looked at him hesitantly, "The tabletop hasn't been wiped with oil, you—"

Qin and his party: "..."

His expression was slightly stiff, and he raised his hands resting on the table to take a look, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.