Chapter 42

However, there is another very important reason why Chen Kong has never taken the initiative to contact Han Li...

——He is really a novice in being kept.

His previous words and deeds were basically determined by imitating Meng Mingxuan's previous acting and interview clips. Combined with his chat records with others, Chen Kong roughly knew the way he got along with Meng Mingxuan and his agent and media, but his way of talking to the financial owner... Chen Kong couldn't figure out the trick, and Meng Mingxuan had no experience of being kept in charge before, so there was no template available for him to imitate.

Chen Kong subconsciously frowned. Before he could figure out what to do, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID on the phone screen flashes with the ringtone:

There are many Koreans.

Shenkong: "..."

Well, it seems that he saved it while he was drunk.

The phone was buzzing in the palm of his hand, and Shenkong took a deep breath, and used his thumb to open the phone screen.

Han Li's low and restrained voice came from the other side of the earpiece:

“Have you arrived in e-city?”

Chen Kong spent three seconds thinking about what sound to use to speak to the financial owner. The final decision was to do what insurance should be done:

"right……"

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be too cold and distant, so he subconsciously stopped the conversation and then made a sharp turn of 180 degrees:

"--Honey?"

Han Li: "…"

Shenkong: "..."

The microphone was in a strange silence at the same time.

Chen Kong relied on his thick-skinned skin to support the scene. He cleared his throat and calmly added the next half sentence:

“——Dear Mr. Han.”

Han Li on the other end of the phone finally spoke in a subtle tone after being silent for a long time:

"...Well... Your name is quite unique."

"Yes, after all, only in this way can I express my gratitude and longing for you."

Chen Kong made up lies without blushing, and then quickly pulled away from the topic just now: "Mr. Han, why are you calling me so late? Is there anything wrong?"

The sound on the other side of the microphone also returned to calm:

"Nothing, just want to see if you are satisfied with your current resources?"

Chen Kong answered very quickly: "Of course, I am very satisfied, thank you Mr. Han for your cultivation."

"Hmm?" Han Li's low voice rose slightly, and a puzzled syllable was released: "Why don't you call me dear Mr. Han now?"

Shenkong: "..."

“…Thank you, dear Mr. Han for your cultivation.”

Han Li's slightly smiley voice came from the other side of the phone: "So, have you enjoyed the benefits of being kept on the Internet now?"

Silence in the sky for a long time.

This sentence is really familiar.

He thought vaguely that when he was drunk, it seemed that - it seemed - that he did say this?

Shenkong: "…………………”

So why does this little devil become so annoying when he grows up?

·

After hanging up the phone, Han Li's face had a smile that had not yet dissipated, and her aggressive handsome facial features seemed to be softened a little. Her dark eyes were like a deep lake rippling under the moonlight, and her sharp edges and corners were slightly calmed down.

At this moment, the door of his office was knocked gently twice.

"Come in."

Han Li put the remaining warm cell phone in his hand on the table, crossed his thin knuckles and looked up at the door.

Zhao Jun walked in with a pile of documents in his arms. He held his glasses and couldn't help but be stunned when his eyes fell on Han Li's face, and said in disbelief:

"...Boss, are you in a good mood today?"

He put the documents in his hand on Han Li's table, squeezed at him teasingly, and asked with some gossip:

"Is it because of the little star I have been kept recently?"

On the eve of Han Li being forced to go abroad, he closed most of his companies, leaving only Puzzel for Zhao Yun to manage and operate, which was also a different degree of surviving. Therefore, in the past eight years abroad, Han Li did not completely deviate from the domestic market and situation, but secretly expanded his connections and resources by providing remote instructions to Zhao Yun. Therefore, he could gain an advantage with a rapid attitude after returning to China.

And Zhao Yun is basically the longest subordinate with him.

Han Li changed back to her calm expression:

"What? Don't you know that Meng Mingxuan was sent by Han Zizhuo?"

Zhao Jun laughed dryly twice, and then suddenly became serious:

"But I haven't seen you relax in a long time - it seems that the little star is quite capable. Boss, you must not be fascinated by his soup..."

Looking at Han Li's dark eyes, Zhao Jun's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally swallowed his voice into his stomach.

Han Li's knuckles tapped twice on the table, making a clear tapping sound, and said indifferently:

"It's just a show."

Immediately afterwards, before Zhao Yun could say something, Han Li glanced at him lightly, with a clear threat in his slightly cool voice:

"If you have time to think about this, why don't you think about the transactions in the east be? You don't want to lose the year-end bonus, right?"

Zhao Yun became depressed, and he turned around and walked out, secretly complaining as he walked:

——A show off when lending all the private planes?

Ghost letter.

·

At five o'clock the next day, the sky was still dark and the shooting began.

The program team attacked the rooms where the guests lived one by one - of course, these were all angry with the stars in advance to avoid making a fool of themselves or leaking them.

Only when I attacked Meng Mingxuan's room, I encountered some discomfort.

Because he got up, he threw out his pillow and hit the camera irritably, and was caught off guard and interrupted the shooting.

Although I experienced some twists and turns, I finally woke up all six guests successfully.

The new assistant Kobayashi glanced at the gloomy face of the low air pressure with his eyes in fear, and then quickly buried his head before he saw it, as if the sun and the moon were in tears without tears. He felt as if he could have seen the hot searches after the show was broadcast-

#Meng Mingxuan is a big shot##Meng Mingxuan’s stinky face#

After a simple breakfast, several people took the bus to their destination. The program team took out a big bag on the bus and said to the stars with a kind look: "Please put all the communication equipment, electronic products, and valuables in the bag. Thank you for your cooperation."

Several celebrities looked at each other and saw a bleak cloud of sorrow on each other's faces - they were on the pirate ship.

But now we can only cooperate.

The program team encountered a nail in Meng Mingxuan again.

He frowned reluctantly, then acted like a scoundrel and was unwilling to hand over his phone. After the kind persuasion of several other stars, he finally barely threw the phone into the bag, but the expression on his face became even more stinky, and even talking to the staff of the program team did not look good.

After all this, the guests of the whole car's impression of Meng Mingxuan has been declining again and again.

He has the lowest qualification in the entire program team, and his representative works are at most several online dramas and a "Guiyuan Tower" that has not started filming. He has the most reputation on the Internet, not to mention the rumors of supporting and bringing funds to the group. In such variety shows that specializes in selling straightforward characters and taking the hardships, with netizens' microscopes, you can find 800 loopholes, and you dare to do so blatantly... It's simply too lack of vision.

If it weren't for the support of the plastic situation in the entertainment industry, I'm afraid the guests would have been unable to maintain their basic polite smiles to Meng Mingxuan.

Chen Kong sat comfortably on the back of the bus, supporting his cheeks with his palms, looking at the unpredictable scenery outside the bus with a happy mood, with an insignificant smile on his lips.

——Planning.

After taking the bus for nearly three hours, I finally arrived at my destination.

The guests got off the car and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

In front of you is a dense and thriving primitive jungle.

The thick tree roots are curled, and almost a few people hug each other in thickness. The dense branches and leaves are woven into a huge dome above the head, like a green canopy, with a rough and barbaric beauty that grows freely without any external interference, competing for air and moisture to each other, and finally weaving and entangling into an inseparable whole. Countless long vines and roots hang down from the head, intertwining into a dense and impenetrable net.

This is a completely different kind of charm from the city, purely wild.

Chen Kong was the last one to get out of the car. His fingers on the metal door frame slightly closed, and his steps under his feet subconsciously stopped.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The fresh air poured into his nose, mixed with the smell of soil and rotten leaves, so familiar, as if it was deeply engraved into his bone marrow and genes.

Chen Kong lifted the strap of his backpack, then jumped off the escalator of the bus, and his hard boots fell into soft humus, and every step seemed to be stepping on his memories.

He looked up at the dense branches and leaves above his head, his eyes penetrated the gaps between the leaves and looked at the clear sky, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
To be continued...