Song Chen also went to get a new hairstyle, which was still 30% to 70% off. He was wearing a suit and an elite look.

As a result, Zhao Jindong asked him to change his name: "Don't dress up too ostentatious when you meet the teacher."

His eyebrows and eyes were sharp and his greasy head was combed. He looked a bit arrogant and fierce, and he was the domineering aura of the rich. It probably also has something to do with his appearance and temperament, because not every rich child looks so arrogant.

Song Chen put down his bangs and made a fresh and beautiful man's hairstyle, looking like a college student.

Zhao Jindong felt soft when he looked at this dress.

The same was true last night. Song Chen's hair was a little wet, with a few sticks on his forehead, and his eyes were red with tears and his heart was softened to a mess.

The harder the body is, the softer the heart is.

Just like Song Chen, the more you look good in the daytime, the more you love to be slutty, the more you become timid when you get to bed.

He said timidly: "It's too big..."

Because Song Chen met Zheng Yong as a member of Xingyun Film and Television Department, the meeting was made at the cafe on the second floor of Xingyun Building.

Before entering the cafe, Song Chen was reciting Zheng Yong's classic lines. Suddenly, he remembered a question and asked Zhao Jindong: "Are we going to do it empty-handed like this? Is it the first time I meet you, do you want to bring something?"

"You don't have to worry about these things, you can find them after you have a relationship." Zhao Jindong said: "You just need to be more obedient."

Song Chen felt that he was too nervous and wanted to relax, so he deliberately frowned at Zhao Jindong, tilted his body and said, "What's this?"

Zhao Jindong pushed his head and said, "Here you come."

Song Cheng quickly stood up straight and looked back. He didn't stand firm. Fortunately, Zhao Jindong stretched out his arm and put it on him. His head touched Zhao Jindong's chin. Zhao Jindong took a step back and smiled.

Zheng Yong is a middle-aged man in his fifties. Song Chen has seen the photos in advance. I have to say that the gap between the photos and real people is quite big.

Zheng Yong has very few photos on the Internet, basically all of them. He wears glasses and has long hair. He is not thin, but he is not fat. He looks quite literary and artistic. Unexpectedly, the real person is white and fat, and he is also tall.

"Teacher Zheng," Zhao Jindong shook hands with Zheng Yong politely, and then introduced to him: "Xiao Chen."

"Good luck." Zheng Yong shook hands with Song Chen again.

Song Chen was a little nervous and bowed: "Hello, Teacher Zheng."

Zheng Yong looked at him with a few eyes. He actually didn't know Song Chen's identity. He was not a person in the wealthy circle. Zhao Yungang's name may be known to everyone in the whole country, but it is not even well-known to everyone. Even Zhao Jindong, he only met him a few days ago. Seeing that Song Chensheng was so beautiful, even a little too good to look good, he thought a little bit crookedly. He felt that "my child" in Zhao Yungang's words might have another meaning, so he said: "It's a pity that the young man is so handsome, it's not a star."

"I'm not an actor," said Song Chen: "I want to learn more about screenwriters."

Zheng Yong was still very kind and said with a smile: "Don't say anything about whether to become a disciple or not, I am very willing to talk to young people and learn from each other."

He was so good at speaking that he successfully let Song Chen get rid of his concerns.

Zhao Jindong left them time to talk alone, and went to the office himself. In fact, the first time we met, it was impossible to talk about how to write at the beginning. It was just a matter of getting to know each other. Song Chen and Zheng Yong chatted for more than half an hour and made an appointment for the time to meet in the future.

Zheng Yong came to the scene because of favors, and his old friend entrusted it to the Zhao family. He came here to make a comeback. This was not the first time he was asked to bring a new screenwriter.

"I'm quite busy. I just picked up a notebook recently. There are several students under my tutor. I'll take you to see you when I have time. They are all about the same age. It's better to talk about it... By the way, how old are you?"

He looked at Song Chen a little too young, with a typical white face.

Song Chen said, "It's twenty-fourth."

Speaking of which, he really got married early, and he got married just after reaching the legal age of marriage.

Zheng Yong said sincerely: "So young."

Song Chen flattered appropriately and said: "You have written "Qinhuai" at my age."

"Qinhuai" is a group drama. He read the introduction online and was Zheng Yong's debut as a screenwriter. It became popular once it was released. It immediately launched eight actresses in the entertainment industry. Three of these eight are still active in the entertainment industry. One of them later married Zheng Yong.

Zheng Yong smiled and said, "It's all luck. I didn't have many connections at that time and I was young. I just rely on my own to cross the river. In fact, I had written a few dramas before, but I was not qualified to sign. It's not as good as you now, but you have a way to enter the circle. I heard that the first novel you wrote was going to make a movie. I'm much better than me and better than my students, so you don't have to wait."

Song Chen didn't think it was a shame to have a very high background, but he was still a little embarrassed to say it like this.

Zheng Yong said, "Not everyone has this luck. You have to seize it. If you lose a few movies, no matter how rich you have, you won't be able to praise you."

Song Chen said: "I will definitely learn from you."

Zheng Yong smiled, probably also a person with temperament, but in the end he couldn't help but gossip and asked: "Ask abruptly, your relationship with Mr. Zhao is..."

He actually asked Zhao Yungang. Song Chen thought he asked Zhao Jindong. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was actually a little proud... He felt that the best part of this world was that as a homosexual, he could also say to Zheng Yong without shame: "He is my lover."

This was the first time he told others openly that he was Zhao Jindong's lover.

"He is my lover." This sentence really touched him inexplicably!!

Zheng Yong was a little bit thundered, his expression was a little awkward, he smiled, "Oh" and it was meaningful.

At the age of twenty-four, such a young and beautiful boy became a little lover of an old man in fifties. Moreover, this little lover got along well with the Zhao family, met people when he went out, and the old man's son was escorted.

He doesn't understand the world of rich people!

In fact, the so-called learning mainly depends on self-study. After leaving school, no matter which master you are, it is impossible to teach you everything in detail like a teacher. He knows nothing about screenwriters. Zheng Yong talks with him and then feels it. Song Chen can feel the little contempt he is polite in his words.

I probably think that a rich young master like him just relies on his family’s wealth to play in the film and television industry. He neither really intends to do it well nor has the ability to do it well.

Zheng Yong answered a phone call temporarily and wanted to leave: "Tell me to Mr. Zhao, I'll leave now."

I feel that he is still very polite and respectful to Zhao Jindong. It seems that people who are incompetent in the back door will be despised, such as those who have a golden spoon in their mouths but don’t have much goods in their stomachs.

Song Chen took Zheng Yong into the elevator, and then took the elevator to Zhao Jindong's office.

Several staff members in the company saw him, and Zhao Jindong's secretary ran over anxiously: "Young Master Song, you are here."

It's a pity that since Song Chen and Zhao Jindong entered the building, the staff downstairs called to report her. She had been sitting in peace for more than half an hour and had made up for 110,000 possibilities.

Song Chen said "Yes" and said, "I'll look for you Mr. Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao has just arrived and is in the office. I'll knock on the door for you."

"No need, you can do it, I'll go in by myself."

The secretary clenched his fists and hesitated for a long time, but finally stood aside. Song Chen turned his head and looked at him. Seeing three or four staff members peeking at him, he immediately lowered his head.

Song Chen smiled, and his slightly low mood just now disappeared without a trace by them. He knew what these people thought of him.

He knocked on Zhao Jindong's door and heard Zhao Jindong say inside: "Come in."

Zhao Jindong looked up and saw him coming in, he was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Will the chat be finished so soon?"

"Well, I made an appointment to go to his house to chat next time." Song Chen said, and sat down on the sofa and lay there. He had no intention of complaining about Zhao Jindong. Maybe when it was Song Chenchen, he had seen all kinds of human feelings and suffered all kinds of hardships. He could understand. If he was used to being alone, these little bitterness is nothing.

As soon as he lay down, there was a knock on the door outside. He sat up and saw Zhao Jindong's secretary coming in carefully with tea and put it in front of him with a smile: "Please use it."

After saying that, he looked carefully at the faces of the two people, and then bowed out.

Song Chen picked up the teacup and took a sip. He felt that the water temperature was just right, so he drank all of them in a few sips: "Are you so strict with your secretary? You even bowed?"

"She is more afraid of you." Zhao Jindong said, "I'm still so thirsty when I come out of the cafe?"

"I didn't even drink much, I was too nervous," said Song Chen.

Zhao Jindong smiled and said, "You don't need to be nervous. You are Song Chen, so you still need to be nervous?"

Logically speaking, he is an arrogant and domineering person, and has the support of the Zhao family, so he doesn't need to be nervous. But he lacks confidence after all. In his self-awareness, he is still an unknown little Internet author, and he has no place in the Internet, let alone facing a gold medal screenwriter like Zheng Yong.

I really want to be as stylish as Zheng Yong, and become a well-known screenwriter in the industry. When it comes to the notebooks he has written, the people know it.

Thinking of this, Song Chen regained his energy and stood up and asked, "How long does it take to get off work? If you are busy, I will go back first."

"Wait for me for ten minutes." Zhao Jindong said.

"If you have something to do, just be busy with yours, don't send me it."

"I had already arranged the time this morning, so I just had this temporary work at hand."

Although Zhao Jindong is busy, his work arrangements are very rigorous and meticulous. He rarely has jobs other than those arranged. He is busy, but not chaotic. Song Chen also thinks he is very powerful in this regard.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the street view outside. It was CBD here. The environment was not as good as the building where Zhao Xinzhi was, but it was better than the prosperity. Not far away were the municipal government building, newspapers, municipal homes, shopping plazas, and five-star hotels arranged in sequence. In the square in the distance, the LED screen was still playing advertisements in loops. He suddenly remembered the advertising video he made for Menggu Village.

Meng Shi said that most of the bustling commercial areas in City A are now available for advertising, including dynamic and static advertisements. On the way he and Zhao Jindong drove, they saw his costume photos at a bus stop sign.

After Zhao Jindong finished his work, he called his secretary in, handed over the information to her, arranged a few more words, then looked at Song Chen who was standing in the floor-to-ceiling window and said, "Let's go."

Song Chen's eyes were bright, and he turned around and said, "Guess what I saw."

He said without waiting for Zhao Jindong to see him, he pulled his arm and said, "Go down and see, go down and see."

The secretary watched Song Chen and Zhao Jindong walking out in a daze. Zhao Jindong stretched out his long arm and grabbed his coat, and Song Chen pulled him out.

She also heard Zhao Jindong teach seriously: "Walk well."

But what's going on with a little doting tone!!!

The secretary left the office blankly, and several young sisters had already surrounded her and stood beside her. Several girls watched Zhao Jindong and Song Chen enter the elevator.
Chapter completed!