My Dragon

Nan Huailin was a little bit incredulous: "Are you sure you want to eat this?"

Philadelphia nodded: "This is what I wanted to eat the most when I was in America."

This is an open-air barbecue stall, with hot business and full of seats.

There are rows of meat skewers on the barbecue grill, with oily smoke, and the rich aroma is particularly appetizing.

Nan Huailin smiled: "I thought..."

He thought that rich people like Philadelphia would not eat this kind of roadside stall.

Philadelphia asked: "Why?"

"Nothing." Nan Huailin was afraid that Philadelphia would laugh at him for ignorance.

Philadelphia didn't ask any more, looking at the menu to order, and halfway through the order, he asked Nan Huailin: "You are a patient, isn't it not a good idea to lukean'er?"

Nan Huailin said: "It's okay, I haven't eaten it for a long time, you open up a bit."

Philadelphia pointed to the menu and said to the waiter: "Then make double copies of this page."

Nan Huailin: "...Are you a gluttonous person?"

"No, I belong to a rat." Philadelphia replied solemnly, and then asked solemnly: "What are you from?"

Since childhood, Nan Huailin hated people asking him about his zodiac signs.

"...Pig," he replied reluctantly.

People who are pigs feel bitter.

Then I thought about it, the mouse does not seem to be much better than the pig, and I feel a little more balanced.

"Then you are one year older than me," Philadelphia said, "but you look much younger than me. Is it because you are younger?"

Nan Huai Lin: "..."

I really want to hit him.

Philadelphia flipped through the wine list: "Don't drink the wine." He raised his head and said to the waiter, "Let's have two cans of Lulu, hot."

The waiter left, Nan Huailin asked, "Didn't you tell me something? What's the matter?"

Philadelphia looked at him: "Do you know who I am?"

"...You are Philadelphia." What an inexplicable question.

Philadelphia smiled and said, "I'm asking about my identity."

Nanhuai Lin thought about it and said, "You are the younger brother of the president of Mingxi Media."

"Wrong," Philadelphia said, "I'm Mingxi's artist director."

"Huh?" Nan Huai Lin was slightly surprised. He remembered that Ming Xi's artist director seemed to be surnamed Cai. When did he become Philadelphia?

"I opened your agent today." Philadelphia said again.

"It's on?" Nan Huailin was a little dazed, "Why?"

"Because he doesn't do personnel affairs." Philadelphia said plainly.

Nan Huailin is a little bit happy.

The most wrong thing he did was to sign a contract with He Dinghong. He thought he was his own Bole, but he did not expect it to be a fire pit.

"I will distribute the artists under He Dinghong's hands to other agents, including you." Philadelphia said, "but I heard that you are going to terminate the contract with Ming Xi?"

Nan Huailin hesitated and nodded: "Yeah."

He wanted to cancel the contract because he had offended He Dinghong, and there would be no way out to stay in Mingxi, but now that He Dinghong has been kicked away by Philadelphia, he seems to have no need to cancel the contract.

The waiter put the warm Lulu on the table, one can per person.

Philadelphia opened the tab and handed it to Nan Huailin: "It's all yours, I don't drink it. If I film you, would you still cancel the contract?"

Nan Huailin did not answer.

He took a sip of Lulu, almond-flavored and a bit sweet.

Philadelphia continued: "I looked at the information of all Mingxi's contracted artists yesterday, and probably counted them. There are three in the first line, eight in the second line, and six in the third line. Eighth line. I am going to clean up these eighteenth line artists, to survive the fittest, to stay with the real strength, to eliminate all of them if they fill up the number, and to completely reshape Mingxi's artist chain. Are you confident that you can stay?"

Nan Huailin didn't answer and asked, "What about staying?"

Philadelphia said: "If you can succeed in staying, I will naturally provide you with resources to let you have a movie to film, but there is no guarantee that you will be popular because it depends not only on strength, but also on luck."

Nan Huai Lin was moved.

He doesn't ask for popularity, he just asks for a movie to be filmed.

"How are you going to clean it?" Nan Huailin asked.

"Examination," Philadelphia said, "from ancient times, this has been the simplest and rude way to screen talent."

Nan Huailin said: "I am confident that I can stay."

Philadelphia curled his lips and smiled: "So confident?"

Nan Huailin nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

His eyes gleamed with anticipation, and there seemed to be stars in them.

Philadelphia suddenly wanted to do this thing well, he hadn't had the urge to do it for a long time.

"I haven't thought about the method and time of the exam. I will notify you when I decide, but you can rest assured that you won't be allowed to wait too long." Philadelphia paused and said, "By the way, which broker do you want to follow? People? I can let you pass."

After signing the contract for more than half a year, Nan Huailin went to the company only a few times, so he didn't know much about the people in the company. He said: "I can go anywhere, just look at the arrangement."

Philadelphia nodded: "OK."

Their skewers were finally served, and they smelled delicious.

Nan Huailin picked up a lamb skewers and handed it to Philadelphia: "Here you are."

Philadelphia took it, took a bite, smiled and said, "That's it, it's delicious."

Nan Huailin ate in silence for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why are you so good to me?"

Philadelphia thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Because I am a good person." He added another sentence in his heart: Because you are cute.

Nan Huailin said sincerely, "Thank you, Philadelphia."

Philadelphia picks his chin: "Hurry up and eat, it won't taste good when it's cold."

The skewers were served plate after plate, Nan Huailin soon couldn't eat it, but Philadelphia showed an amazing appetite.

Nan Huailin drank Lulu while watching him eat, thinking that he might really be gluttonous.

After Philadelphia finished the last skewers, he stretched out his long hand and took Lulu in front of Nan Huailin: "Give me a sip and choked to death."

"Hey—" Nan Huailin wanted to say that he had drunk it, but Philadelphia had already babbled, "..."

Philadelphia's Adam's apple is very obvious. When I drink something, my Adam's apple rolls up and down, showing a bit...sexy inexplicably.

Nan Huailin looked away and got up to pay the bill.

For the two of them, they ate more than four hundred in this meal.

Nanhuai's forest slander is at the expense of being born in a rich family in Philadelphia. If he was born in a poor family, he would really not be able to support it.

Nan Huai Lin calculated it silently, his total assets now do not exceed two hundred yuan.

If he were to start acting again, the housekeeping would not be possible, but there was no acting for a while, so he had to find odd jobs to earn money to support himself.

But even in such a difficult situation, he is still full of joy, because the road to his dream is suddenly clear, and nothing makes him more happy than this.

"Let's go," Philadelphia said, "I'll buy you a drink."

"No," Nan Huailin said, "I have to go home."

Philadelphia glanced at his watch: "It's just eight o'clock, what's the hurry."

Nan Huailin said: "I am in a hurry to go home with my boyfriend."

Philadelphia raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Okay."

Nan Huailin waved his hand: "Bye."

Philadelphia said: "Wait for my call."

"Okay." Nan Huailin gave a nice smile.

The two went in opposite directions.

Nan Huailin took out his cell phone, pondered for a while, and called Ruan Xin.

"Assistant Ruan," Nan Huailin said, "Is it convenient to talk now?"

"Convenient," Ruan Xin said, "have your fever gone?"

"Retired." Nan Huailin paused slightly, "Assistant Ruan, I am calling to tell you something."

"What's the matter?" Ruan Xin asked.

"I told you before that I have no acting to act, but now I have a sudden turnaround and I have the opportunity to act again, so I may not have time to do the housekeeping work." Nan Huai Lin deeply apologized, "You are kind. Work for me, but I caused you trouble. I'm really very sorry."

Ruan Xin smiled and said: "This is a good thing, don't be sorry, I just hire people, no trouble."

Nan Huailin said hurriedly, "I will do it until you recruit people."

"Okay." Ruan Xin said, "Anything else?"

"No," Nan Huailin said, "I'm really sorry."

"It's really okay," Ruan Xin said, "then do this first, and see you later."

"goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Huailin let out a sigh of relief.

He felt both sorry and grateful for Ruan Xin, and couldn't think of how to make up for it for a while, so he had to keep it in his heart first, and then find a way to repay it later.

Take the subway to Shuangqiao, and out of the subway station, Nan Huailin walked straight in the direction of the gym.

He has been feverish for the past two days, has not exercised at all, and has eaten a high-calorie barbecue tonight. If he does not run for an hour and consume it, he may be uncomfortable and can't sleep.

He had always been wearing shorts and a vest in his backpack. After he went to the gym, he changed it and went directly on the treadmill.

Nan Huailin ran for a full hour and a half, and was soaked with sweat from head to toe, feeling tired and refreshing.

I simply took a shower, changed clothes and went home.

After I got home, I took a good shower and went to bed refreshingly all over, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

I had the happiest day since I broke up with Shiyan.

Having lost his love, he still has ideals to fight for, which is great.

Anyone who has a dream is great, and if there is courage, there will be miracles.

So he is also an amazing man, and Philadelphia, maybe his miracle.

The author has something to say: Chengcheng: What are you from?

Nannan: ... pig.

Chengcheng: No, you belong to me.

-"One Hundred Sentences of Local Taste"