Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

The 32nd floor of the Ruici Group Building, the president's office.

Xie Beiwang leaned on the large leather chair, his eyes half closed, hiding the tiredness between his eyebrows.

A mobile phone was thrown on the desk, and in the power amplifier mode, the chattering preaching in the earpiece echoed clearly in the office.

The owner of the voice sounded quite old last year, but he was so angry that he didn't look like an old man at all.

"Xie Beiwang! If you still treat me as a father, you will immediately send your sister away! Get rid of her etiquette teacher!!"

Xie Beiwang asked calmly: "What's wrong with her?"

"You still ask her what's wrong?! I invited a few female models to be a guest at home, and she was so good, she actually cut their hair while they were drunk, and threw them all on the street, giving only a blanket! It's winter Is she going to freeze people to death?"

Xie Beiwang's tone was calm: "If they dress well when they are guests, even if they don't have blankets, they won't freeze to death."

"You...!" Xie Changan scolded angrily, "you are used to her, lawless!"

"No matter how lawless, that is also my sister of Xie Beiwang. What she is willing to do, as long as she does not break the law, I am willing to use her." Xie Beiwang's attitude does not seem to be talking to his blood-related father. The white mink should be more pleasant. "I said fifteen years ago that Xie Yingying would not leave if I was in this family."

Xie Changan was so angry that he yelled, "Then you get out of here too! Do you think I'm just your son? Don't forget that you are only acting president, and I have not officially retired yet!"

Even though he was so threatened, Xie Beiwang's cold voice did not fluctuate.

"No problem, I can leave at any time." He said coldly, "But after I leave, which son of yours can stand? Was it the one who owed 200 million yuan in gambling and was cut off? The seed of infatuation on a woman’s belly? Or is it the third-rate internet writer who made a living by writing lace memoirs and fabricated "Biography of Xie Changan" and "Legend of Sirius"?"

Xie Beiwang paused and chuckled, "Or...you want to'train' another one? But you are already sixty years old. How much time do you have left to train an obedient'dog'?"

Xie Changan was speechless when he asked.

The creator of this entertainment empire, once regarded as a "giant" by countless people, eventually grew old, and he fell at the feet of a new giant.

Xie Changan tried to tie his son by blood, like a dog, but he did not expect that the son he picked up was not a dog, but an arrogant and arrogant head. Wolf".

Xie Changan had nothing to do, so he could only bluff and bluff: "If I had known this, I shouldn't have recognized you fifteen years ago!"

Xie Beiwang didn't answer him, so he hung up the phone and threw it aside.

He sits at the top of this entertainment empire, and can overlook the entire capital through the glass curtain wall behind him. He loves the challenge of opening up the territory, but occasionally...he feels lonely.

This loneliness was brought to him by the man called the father. And he couldn't tell his irritability to his younger sister.

He sighed deeply, suddenly opened the table, and looked at a ginkgo leaf specimen lying in the drawer.

Two thick and transparent glasses clamped a ginkgo leaf tightly. It was very wide and large, and it was as big as the palm of an adult male without a trace of crease.

But the most peculiar thing is that this specimen is transparent!

This specimen does not have flat and beautiful leaves, but only golden veins. The veins of the leaf veins outline what the ginkgo should have, and between the veins is a transparent cell tissue, just like glass.

If someone who doesn't know it sees it, I am afraid that it is a glass craft made by a famous designer, but in fact, this is indeed a real ginkgo leaf!

It was hand-picked by an eight-year-old brother many, many years ago, carefully sandwiched in the letter, followed by the postman through several cities, and finally reached the hands of another teenager.

The young man was talented and intelligent. He used the chemical techniques he learned in class to soak the ginkgo leaves with reagents. After several weeks of patiently waiting and careful wiping, he finally obtained this rare transparent specimen of ginkgo leaf veins!

This leaf has been preserved by his side for fifteen years, watching him transform from a country boy to the silent man now.

Xie Beiwang's fingertips gently rubbed the golden leaf across the glass. I wonder if the other owner of this ginkgo leaf would recognize it when he saw it?

…He is so stupid, surely not.

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Xie Beiwang took the elevator downstairs. When the elevator reached the artist management department on the tenth floor, the elevator door opened.

Jiang Zicheng was bowing his head and struggling with the zipper of his coat, and didn't even notice who the other gentleman was in the elevator.

He is wearing a bomber jacket today. The outer layer is brown-black soft lambskin, and the inner layer is thick lambskin. It is the most compact this winter, warm and stylish, fashionable and fashionable.

It's just that the zipper of this jacket with fleece on the inner layer is easy to get stuck with the cashmere. After a long time, he couldn't pull out the cashmere stuck in the zipper pull.

But at this moment, he called again, and the jubilant cell phone ringed through the small elevator, deafening. He couldn't move his hands away, and another passenger in the elevator offered to help.

"Shall I pick it up for you?"

"Thank you!" Jiang Zicheng slid the phone into the man's palm, and continued to bow his head to fight against the crooked jacket.

The man glanced at the contact person on the phone screen—"Tianxin Boss"—he answered the phone and turned on the power amplifier function intimately.

The mountain city woman greeted her warmly.

"City baby, where are you going? The hot pot is waiting for you!"

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly said: "My boss, I'm here, I'm here, I'm downstairs!"

The wife of Tianxin tweeted at him: "Get a hammer! I'm downstairs!"

Jiang Zicheng: "I mean I'm downstairs in our company!"

Boss: "..."

Jiang Zicheng Yile: "Mrs. Boss, the hot pot restaurant hasn't opened yet. How many times have we celebrated? Don't eat up the restaurant before opening!"

"Guwaer, don't talk nonsense!" The lady boss urged him a few more words before hanging up the phone, to the effect that he should not be delayed on the way. The hot pot is already boiling. If he arrives late, he will have no food to eat and can only drink. The bottom of the hot pot is out.

For people in Sichuan and Chongqing, no matter what major festivals they encounter, no matter what they want to celebrate, they have to eat hot pot. This is like a Beijinger who has to eat dumplings when they encounter everything. It is unreasonable.

Jiang Zicheng will join the filming the day after tomorrow. When he thinks of the clear soup and watery self-cultivation in the next three months, he naturally wants to take advantage of this to eat something special.

The elevator went to the first floor and the phone just hung up. Jiang Zicheng reluctantly put down the disobedient zipper, raised his head and thanked his fellow colleagues: "Thank you!"

The last word was swallowed back into the stomach without uttering it—how could it happen? Why is Xie Beiwang the person who answered the phone just now? !

Xie Bei saw his eyes moving and his whole body stiffened, and even his slightly trembling eyelashes were filled with surprise. This look was really stupid and funny.

The elevator door opened and closed, and Jiang Zicheng was alarmed by the "ding", and finally recovered his body.

As soon as he wanted to move, he was held down by Xie Beiwang.

"Stand up."

Xie Beiwang put the phone back into Jiang Zicheng's pocket, and pulled his two useless clumsy hands away from the zipper, making him stand obediently.

The man lowered his head and approached, and his breath sprayed on Jiang Zicheng's forehead when he was so close. Jiang Zicheng was infected by the heat, and the heat spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears in a blink of an eye.

He didn't dare to move, his hands were close to the seams of his trousers, and he stood straight, as straight as his sexual orientation.

Xie Beiwang didn't know that in just a few seconds, Jiang Zicheng's inner drama had finished the whole scene on his own, and he was focusing on studying Jiang Zicheng's zipper.

The man's big hand picked up the zipper entangled with cashmere and looked down for a while. Suddenly he made a mistake and twisted it somehow. The zipper clip and cashmere were separated instantly!

The chain teeth are clean and the cashmere is intact. It is hard to see how "tangled" they were before.

Jiang Zicheng exclaimed: "How did you separate?!"

Xie Beiwang said: "It's very simple. When they are not paying attention and unprepared, they can be separated."

Jiang Zicheng: "..." What new cold joke is this?

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly pulled his shirt out of Xie Beiwang's hands and fastened the zipper honestly.

This time he was very careful, and the previous tragedy did not happen again.

Not only that, he also specially pulled the zipper to the top of the collar and hid all the parts below the nose in the jacket. Only one pair of eyes, two ears are exposed, and the tousled ("This is fashion! This is fashion!") hair on top of the head.

The elevator door opened again, and Jiang Zicheng hurriedly rushed out, but unfortunately he was stopped by Xie Beiwang without taking two steps.

Xie Beiwang asked: "Are you going to eat hot pot?"

Jiang Zicheng pretended to be stupid: "Ah? Ah? Who eats hot pot? What kind of hot pot?"

Xie Beiwang said: "You want to eat hot pot. You want to eat hot pot at the hot pot restaurant opened by your former boss."

"..." Jiang Zicheng said angrily, "Why, this time the company has a new rule that male artists under the surname Jiang cannot eat hot pot?"

"That's not true." Xie Beiwang raised his eyebrows. "It's just that the current president of the company wants to eat hot pot with a male artist surnamed Jiang under 30."

"..."

"Let's go, the driver is already waiting at the door."