Chapter 610 This Kind of Fool Will Never Get Ahead in His Life

"Sister Yan, goodbye, take a good rest, don't worry, I have me in the studio."

After everyone left, only Lin Yao and Fang Fang were left in the meeting room, as well as Fang Xiaole and Mo Yan who were still connected via video.

"It's because of you that I don't worry about it."

Mo Yan glared at Fang Fang.

"Hey, isn't there still Xiong Sangou and sister Yang Duo?"

Fangfang rubbed her head embarrassingly.

"Shen Xin, Zheng Qian should also release a new song. Chen Qiao may target Aiyao's studio recently. Be careful and tell me if there is anything." ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω. χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Mo Yan reminded.

"Sister Yan, you are still pregnant with the child, don't worry too much."

Lin Yao expressed concern.

"Okay, oh, my mother-in-law told me to go for a pregnancy test, bye, you guys come on."

After Mo Yan finished speaking, she hung up the video.

"Honey, I'm going to practice a new song too."

Lin Yao also said to Fang Xiaole on the screen with some reluctance.

"Okay, pay attention to your body, don't practice too late, eat on time, and go to bed early."

Fang Xiaole followed instructions there.

"Okay, husband, I will be obedient."

Lin Yao agreed, stood up and was about to walk out of the meeting room with Fangfang, when Fang Xiaole suddenly asked:

"Honey, what do you mean by what you and sister Xu said just now?"

Lin Yao hurriedly said: "No, it's nothing, I'm leaving, goodbye."

After speaking, he ran out of the conference room.

"Sister Yao, why are you blushing? By the way, I also want to ask, what did you feel when you touched Sister Xu's stomach?"

Fangfang asked curiously as she followed.

"Sister Xu's child, in her stomach... nodding."

Lin Yao was slightly absent-minded as she recalled the feeling at that time.

"No way?"

Fangfang widened Yuanyuan's eyes: "So amazing?"

The two were walking in the corridor, and Lin Yao looked sideways at the warm early spring sun outside the window, her eyes full of longing.

"By this time next year, will I have a baby of my own?"

Fangfang couldn't help looking at Lin Yao: "Sister Yao, are you serious? You are so popular now, if you have children..."

With a smile on her face, Lin Yao counted with her fingers: "I got married in May and conceived in July. I asked Sister Xu that the gestation period is 40 weeks, almost 9 months.

But a lot of people are due around 38 weeks, and by this time next year, maybe I'll actually be able to hold my baby... and breastfeed, hee. "

After finishing speaking, he covered his hands and snickered happily, as cute as a child.

Fang Fang stared blankly at Lin Yao, "Sister Yao, are you serious?"

"Don't tell anyone!"

Lin Yao patted Fangfang, and shyly warned her not to speak out.

After speaking, he walked into the recording studio to practice singing.

Fang Fang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned a corner and walked into the Publicity Department where Xiao Ye was.

At this time, Xiao Ye was discussing with his colleagues the promotion plan for the studio's three new songs.

"Xiao Ye."

Fangfang yelled at the door, and the other colleagues knew her relationship with Xiao Ye, so they smiled and pushed him to hurry over.

Xiao Ye followed Fangfang out of the Office of the Propaganda Department,

Asked strangely: "What's the matter, is there something?"

Fangfang said, "When will we have a baby?"

Xiao Ye: "?"

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Shenxin Entertainment.

Film and television planning two.

The office of Minister Zhang Chengliang.

"You want to terminate the contract?"

Zhang Chengliang looked at the bearded "middle-aged man" in front of him and asked:

"You are……"

He knew that this person was a director in his department, but he really couldn't remember the name.

"My name is Luo Hao, Minister Zhang, I want to leave the company, that..."

Luo Hao said a little nervously: "For the termination fee, do you think it can be a little less?"

Zhang Chengliang frowned and asked, "What contract did you sign?"

Luo Hao quickly replied: "C-level."

The C-level contract is the lowest-level contract for artists and directors in Shenxin Company.

For those who may have some potential, but may not be able to realize it, and it is a pity to let it go to others, Shen Xin usually gives a C-level contract.

When signing the contract, depending on the individual's potential, liquidated damages range from 100,000 to 500,000.

"How much liquidated damages?"

Zhang Chengliang was a little impatient, his time was precious, and he didn't have time to deal with a small c-level director.

"Ten to fifteen thousand."

Luo Hao bent over and answered.

"You can't afford such a low liquidated damages?"

Zhang Chengliang frowned even deeper.

There are many young artists and directors who left Shen Xin by paying liquidated damages, but the liquidated damages were only a mere 150,000 yuan, yet they came to him to bargain. This Luo Hao was the first one.

"Ro..."

Zhang Chengliang pointed at him.

"Luo Hao."

Luo Hao reminded.

"Oh, Luo Hao, I think you are almost forty like this? You can't get ahead in such a good company as Shenxin Entertainment Resources. Even if you terminate the contract and go out, you have no future.

I advise you, keep playing around, at least the company hasn't kicked you out yet, isn't it good to have a basic salary of several thousand yuan a month? "

Zhang Chengliang looked at Luo Hao up and down, sneered and said:

"People, the most important thing is to be able to recognize one's own abilities. Not everyone in the entertainment industry can be successful. For someone like you, it's enough to be able to earn a living."

Luo Hao still bent over, looked up at Zhang Chengliang slightly, and asked:

"Minister Zhang, can the liquidated damages be reduced?"

"Yes, play the piano to the cow." Zhang Chengliang waved his hand, and didn't bother to tell him.

"According to the contract, if you pay enough liquidated damages, you can leave, so be it."

Luo Hao hurriedly said: "Minister Zhang, I, I have saved 100,000 over the years, and I have to borrow other money from others. Can I only have 130,000?"

Zhang Chengliang ignored him, looked down at the documents, and casually pointed to the door.

Luo Hao turned and walked towards the door in frustration. Before leaving the office, he suddenly turned around and said:

"Minister Zhang, I'm not middle-aged. I'm only twenty-nine years old this year. I still have a lot of time to work hard."

Zhang Chengliang ignored him and continued to read the documents.

Luo Hao went out in silence and closed the door.

"Ah."

Zhang Chengliang raised his head and sneered:

"This kind of fool will never get ahead in his life."

Two hours later, Luo Hao came to the finance department with a black plastic bag.

Under the surprised eyes of the beautiful financial girl, he took out the 50,000 yuan he had just borrowed from a friend from a plastic bag, and then carefully took out a bank card from his pocket, which contained the money he had saved for all these years. Use the 100,000 yuan you saved.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Luo Hao walked out of the office building of Shenxin Entertainment.

The bright sunshine fell on his body, but Luo Hao couldn't feel any warmth.

Because he has nothing but that illusory dream.

After walking for a while, Luo Hao looked back at the luxurious office building soaring into the sky, and a smile that was uglier than crying appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

"goodbye."

Luo Hao bid farewell to this place where he had wasted six years, and while walking forward, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, Ms. Fang, hello, please send me the address of Aiyao's studio, that...can you lend me ten yuan on WeChat? I don't have money to take a car."