Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

When I walked inside, there was already someone waiting inside.

Briefcase in hand, and an agreement.

He had a fat head and big ears. The suit that didn't fit him was so tight that the buttons felt like they were being squeezed and were about to fall apart.

When the man saw Jiang Wen walking in, he immediately stood up.

He is not tall, and when he smiles, his teeth are yellow and inlaid with gold.

The smile was inexplicably disgusting and ugly.

"You're back? Did you send the guests away?"

The boy in a clean school uniform said nothing.

Very cold and completely ignored him.

The fat man wasn't angry either. He smiled, put down the agreement, and said:

"You should think about it again, sign this agreement, and debut as an artist of our company."

"You really don't have to worry about the price. All remuneration is divided between you and the company 40-60, you 6-6 and we 4-4. How about that?"

Jiang Wen put down his empty schoolbag and still turned a deaf ear.

The man continued to lobby: "Jiang Wen, think about it, after you become a star, many people will like you."

"When you have a fan base, shooting an advertisement can cost millions every minute. How easy is it? Why do you need to run up and down and do hard work like this every day?"

"Look at those celebrities on TV, right? Since you have such a good innate condition, you shouldn't waste it."

"In this way, if you still feel that it doesn't work, you can go to the studio with me and see how the big stars respond to everything and support each other."

"How about it? Is it okay?"

He kept pestering, holding the agreement, and even had a pen ready.

Just waiting for him to sign.

Jiang Wen remained silent, not even looking at the agreement that was kept coming.

Even getting tired of being talked about, he picked up the stick on the side and pointed it directly at him.

"Get out! I won't sign!"

He had a cold face and completely lost his good temper in front of Yun Si.

Like a cornered rabbit.

Even if he doesn't bite normally, he will still bite if he is cornered.

However, Chen Dasheng still put on that disgusting smile and said, "Sign it, Jiang Wen. After you sign it, your father's debt will be written off in one go."

"..."

The young man looked coldly, "I won't help him repay it anymore. Even if he dies today, it has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" Chen Dasheng still greeted him with a smile.

Take out your phone, play the video, and show it to him.

"Even if your father is about to be beaten to death, you won't sign?"

In a dark room, a man was beaten until his face could not be seen clearly.

He fell to the ground, wailing in pain, and was already dying.

He went gambling again, and the scar healed and he forgot about the pain. He knew that the debt would get bigger and bigger, but he still refused to repent.

The young man looked indifferently at the middle-aged man crying and begging for mercy in the video, clenching his fists.

Still silent, completely indifferent.

Chen Dasheng chuckled, took back his phone, put the agreement on the table, and said, "Sign it."

"After signing, the money your father owes us will be written off, and 30,000 yuan will be credited to your account immediately."

"Believe me, it's true. As long as you sign this agreement, you will become a big star with thousands of fans in a few days."

"By the time……"

He looked around the room, kicked away the small broken stool next to him, and took his time.

"When the time comes, you won't have to live here and work all your life..."