Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Jiang Zicheng never expected that the first sentence that Mr. Xie said would be like this... revealing his nature.

How can a father let his son appreciate the **** pictures he painted? Or in front of outsiders?

Xie Beiwang didn’t move his feet. He neither looked at the erotica picture nor took his father’s words at all. Instead, he reached out and carried Jiang Zicheng to his side and introduced himself: "This is the new artist our company signed last year. , Jiangzicheng."

Xie Changan seemed to be unable to see a big living person like Jiang Zicheng, and continued his topic: "Where do you think I should mount this painting?"

Xie Beiwang said: "He will spend the Spring Festival with us this year."

Xie Chang'an: "Those so-called masters, it's just like that when they paint. Splash two strokes of paint and say that you are an abstractist. Don't participate in any charity parties in the future. You can buy a broken painting for tens of millions. The Thai elephants are beautifully drawn."

Xie Beiwang: "Jiang Zicheng has been in his career for nearly three years, and now it is Hu Ning with it."

Father: "How about I bind all the paintings together into a booklet? By the way, don't Ritz have fashion magazine resources? I don't think we can make fashion magazines ourselves, and it will be the Chinese version of "Playboy" in the future."

Er: "He will stay for New Year's Eve dinner tonight, and I will take him back to the apartment in the city tomorrow morning."

Jiang Zicheng: "???"

What's the matter with the father and son, each has such a great ability to speak different things. Jiang Zicheng's left ear was buzzing, and his right ear was buzzing, feeling the words of the two colliding in his head, and his brain was going to be muddy.

Mr. Xie’s face clearly reads the word “arrogant”. The sky is big, only himself is the biggest, and the others are not seen by him at all. Obviously the Spring Festival is a reunion day, but he doesn't care at all about his son bringing a "stranger" home for the holidays; after all this talked about, I didn't see him caring about whether Xie Beiwang was on a business trip.

The balance in Jiang Zicheng's heart tilted suddenly, and he immediately stood in Xie Beiwang's camp.

Jiang Zicheng said, "Thanks..." He hesitated for a while, not knowing what to call Mr. Xie, "Hello, Mr. Xie, I am Jiang Zicheng, an artist under the banner of Rich Entertainment."

This time, Xie Changan finally responded.

The last president, who was over 60 years old, raised his eyes lazily, looked at Jiang Zicheng, who was rashly interrupting, and said sarcastically: "The number of artists under Ricci’s group can’t be counted. Who are you? If you are my son’s caregiver Object, I can look at you high."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Day by day, is this called the father-in-law Mo Ruo-nv? ? Xie Yingying guessed what Mr. Xie said almost exactly! This guy can't control his lower body by himself, and loves to raise small stars, he is worried that his son will also "inherit" his glorious record, hugs left and right, so happy. Jiang Zicheng really didn't understand what Xie Beiwang was in his eyes. Is a stallion that will be bred around when the estrus comes?

Jiang Zicheng rolled up his sleeves and planned to open wheat!

Sexy sub city, curse online!

Isn’t he just a handsome old man who is disrespectful and disrespectful? Seeing that he doesn’t have dirty words, he is dim and dim. It’s best to make him angry to hypertension, heart disease and diabetes at the same time. The hearse drifted eighty steps, a sharp turn and the coffin was thrown to the Pacific Ocean!

It's a pity that Jiang Zicheng's sleeves were just half rolled, when Xie Beiwang pressed them down.

The man's tone was light, and he couldn't hear any mood swings: "Father, Jiang Zicheng is my important guest and a promising actor. I hope you can maintain the most basic respect for him."

Eh……?

Jiang Zicheng's heart throbbed and throbbed, the blood in his body was heated by the heart, and the heat was transferred to the toes and fingertips with that heat. This is the first time Xie Beiwang introduced him to others in such a solemn tone, and he also added the adjective "promising future"... Jiang Zicheng doesn't want to curse people online now, he is going to blush online!

Xie Chang'an asked: "The future is boundless, how is the future boundless?"

Xie Beiwang replied: "The first film he starred in, "Full House", won the Best Picture Award at the Venice Film Festival last year."

"..." Xie Changan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized, "It turned out to be him."

He abdicated for many years, but the big trends in the company are still known. He has never heard of Jiang Zicheng's name, but last year's "Full House" won the Golden Lion Award, but Ruici's stock has soared. After all, since the last Chinese-language film in the three major international Ten years have passed since I won the championship at the film festival!

Thinking of this, Xie Changan's face finally eased.

He looked at Jiang Zicheng, waved, and said, "Jiang... Jiang Zicheng, right? Come, come over, let me see you."

Jiang Zicheng didn't move, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Xie Beiwang, asking for his opinion.

Xie Beiwang nodded slightly at him, and Jiang Zicheng mustered up the courage and took a step closer to the old President Xie.

"Get closer and come to my desk."

Jiang Zicheng took a few steps reluctantly, until his body touched the edge of the mahogany table.

Xie Changan said: "You look up and look into my eyes."

Jiang Zicheng: "...Huh?"

In general interpersonal communication, looking directly into the eyes of the other person is actually a very presumptuous behavior. Even close friends rarely look at each other for a long time, and more often look at each other’s nose and mouth. Jiang Zicheng has always been very cautious because of his ability to foresee. He seldom looks directly into the eyes of others except in necessary situations.

But Xie Changan had requested so, Jiang Zicheng could only raise his gaze, and fixed his eyes on those of the handsome old man.

Anyway, he has supernatural powers. If he stares at each other for a long time, he can take the opportunity to see Mr. Xie's future.

I wonder what the future Mr. Xie cares about? How much money can you make? How many celebrities can you raise? Or how big can Ruici Group do in the future?

Across a large rectangular table, two men, one old and one young, began to look at each other for ten seconds.

Jiang Zicheng counted down silently in his heart, calmly welcoming the unknown future: ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...one! !

The ten numbers quickly returned to zero, but this time, what poured into Jiangzicheng’s brain was not the white smoke he was familiar with since he was a child——

——But a dazzling fire!

As if there was a silent explosion in front of the eyes, a huge shock wave instantly rushed into Jiang Zicheng's brain, and his entire soul was shaken in pain.

The pale light stimulated his eyes, and two lines of tears gushed out immediately, and his eyes were so white that he could not see anything.

He fumbled to the table in front of him, barely supported his legs, and then slipped to the ground without any effort.

In the next second, Xie Beiwang immediately jumped from behind him, hugged his shoulders, and supported his declining body.

"City... Jiangzicheng! What happened to you Jiangzicheng?"

This is Xie Beiwang's voice. Jiang Zicheng had never thought that the cold-looking person Xie Beiwang would actually make such a warm voice, with tension, anxiety...and deep concern in his voice.

Although Jiang Zicheng was relieved, he was not yet at the stage of fainting. He can't see things now, so he can only use his hands to hold Xie Beiwang's arm tightly and comfort him: "I'm okay, I'm okay, but suddenly his eyes are white, and I'm a little dizzy."

He wanted to stand up straight, but his legs were soft like noodles, and he could only leaned and half leaned against Xie Beiwang's arms.

The man's chest was hot, and Jiang Zicheng could clearly hear his accelerated heartbeat.

Gradually, after about half a minute, the tingling sensation in Jiang Zicheng's eyes gradually dissipated. In retrospect, it felt a bit like walking into the sun from a dim room just now, eyes flashed to tears by the sun, and it took a long time to see things properly.

A vague image appeared in front of him, Jiang Zicheng blinked vigorously, and forced the last tear out, and the discomfort in his eyes finally disappeared completely.

When he could see things clearly, the first thing he did was not to push away Xie Beiwang who was holding him, but to immediately look at Xie Changan who was standing behind the big table.

The former President Xie, who offered to stare at him, was pale and his eyes were red, and he seemed to shed a lot of tears just now.

Xie Changan looked at Jiang Zicheng uncertainly, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

It was his hesitant appearance that deepened Jiang Zicheng's guess.

A ridiculous and at the same time the only possible guess.

——This old president Xie, who founded Ricci Entertainment Group from scratch and embraced countless beauties from left to right, doesn't he also have the ability to look at each other?