My Dragon

The next morning, Nan Huailin went to the management room to inquire about the specific situation. The administrator and the landlord were there, as well as several tenants.

The landlord is a chubby middle-aged man who pours bitterness to the tenants with a sad expression, saying that the building has only been built for less than a year, and the cost has only been recovered by 20%. He also said that without the real estate certificate, even if the government is demolished, it will not lose money. He also said that half of his life savings had been invested in this building, now that he wanted to die, the landlord almost shed tears in the end.

Nan Huai Lin came out silently.

Compared with the difficulties of others, this matter of him is simply not worth mentioning.

Isn't it just moving? In the past few years in Beijing, he said he has moved seven or eight times.

With only one week left until the end of the month, he has to start looking for a house now.

The landlord just said that all self-built houses in this area will be demolished, and they are advised to rent houses in a regular community, but they must be psychologically prepared. The rent has risen sharply recently.

Nanhuailin spent the morning collecting more than a dozen pieces of suitable housing information on 58 same city. In the afternoon, he ran out to see the house. Finally, he was disappointed-either the picture was too different from the actual product, or the rent and the online bid. Serious discrepancies, in short, no satisfaction was found.

He dragged his exhausted body back home, and just entered the house when he received a call from Ruan Xin.

Ruan Xin said: "I have found the housekeeping. You don't need to pass it tomorrow. I will use WeChat to transfer the salary for the past few days."

Nan Huailin hurriedly refused: "No need! I'm embarrassed for giving you so much trouble, and I will never ask for a salary."

Ruan Xin persuaded him a few words and saw that he insisted on not wanting, so he didn't insist on it anymore: "Okay, then I will treat you to dinner another day."

Nan Huailin said: "It's okay to have dinner, but I have to invite you. I have always wanted to invite you to dinner. Thank you for working for me."

Ruan Xin couldn't laugh or cry: "You are really...cute."

Nan Huailin asked embarrassedly, "Is this a compliment?"

Ruan Xin replied: "Of course."

Nan Huailin smiled and said, "It feels good to be praised by a male god."

Ruan Xin is good everywhere. He is a well-deserved male god-level figure. Eighty percent of Mingxi's employees are his fans. Nan Huailin is also one of them.

Hanging up the phone, the depression in my heart was diluted a lot.

Tomorrow, there is no need to go to Fei Zheng's house to do housekeeping, nor to run to the company until he is claimed by the new agent. There is no news from the "Star Kingdom" crew. He has a lot of time to find a house.

But early the next morning, Nan Huailin was called to the company by a phone call.

The caller said that she was Shan Mingen, his new agent, and asked him to meet him at the company.

Nan Huailin rushed to the company as quickly as possible and went directly to Shan Mingen's office.

Shan Mingen looks in her thirties and is not pretty, but she feels very comfortable, as if she is easy to get close to. Nan Huailin had met her twice in the company before, but didn't know that she was an agent.

"Sit down." Shan Mingen's gaze fell on Nan Huailin, and he looked at him calmly.

Nan Huailin was a little bit cautious, not knowing what to say, Shan Mingen was also silent, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a while.

After being quiet for more than a minute, Shan Mingen suddenly said, "I have heard of you."

Nan Huai Lin was taken aback. This is... a little unlikely, right?

Shan Mingen went on to say: "I heard that the prince of GB Group wanted to praise you, but you refused. It seems that because of this, your former agent was fired by the director. Can you tell me why? So good Opportunities others can't ask for, but you turn them away."

Nanhuai Lin suddenly felt cold.

Shan Mingen would ask this, does it mean that she, like He Dinghong, also likes to use this kind of trick to get out of the game?

If this is the case, it is better to express your attitude from the beginning to avoid recurring differences later.

Nan Huailin looked directly into Shan Mingen's eyes and said simply and directly: "Because I want to become a pure actor with my own efforts."

Shan Mingen looked at him quietly without speaking.

After a while, she smiled slightly and said, "I'll ask you one more question. How did you get the role of the male number two in "Star Kingdom"?"

Nan Huailin said: "Passed the audition."

Shan Mingen had a playful smile: "It's that simple?"

Nan Huailin said: "It's that simple."

Shan Mingen is obviously not convinced: "In the future, we will be a cooperative relationship. I hope you can tell me, who is your backstage?"

Nan Huailin was a little angry, a little funny, but more helpless: "If I have a backstage, it is impossible to run for three consecutive years, you really praise me too much."

Shan Mingen was silent for a short while, and his tone changed subtlely: "At the beginning of the preparations for "Star Kingdom", the first and second males had already been scheduled. The male must be Shen Chong and the male second will be Chen Jingtian. You may not yet I know that Chen Jingtian is the artist under my hand. Although there is no official contract, it is verbally so. As a result, I suddenly received a call from Director Luo yesterday, saying that the second man was given to someone else. If this beard-cutting person is more red than Jing Tian , I have nothing to say, but you—" She paused, and then said: "You don’t have to be too clear, we all understand. The normal state of the showbiz is that there are more monks and less meat. It’s normal to fight for a role. However, let alone such a role that is very likely to explode. Although this drama was invested by Mingxi, it is natural to use Mingxi’s actors, but I also spent a lot of money to win this role for Jingtian. Strength. But now, you simply tried a mirror, and this role was snatched by you. Do you think this is possible? How do you make me believe that no one behind you pushes you?"

Nan Huailin opened his mouth, but was speechless.

He felt that Shan Mingen made a lot of sense, and he also began to wonder why Locke chose him. Does it really just think that his acting skills are good? However, there are many actors who are better and more popular than him. Why can he cut off a popular niche with a superb 18th line?

Shan Mingen said: "Of course, I have no intention of blaming you. You and Sedum are now my artists. I am very happy for each of you to get this role. I just want to understand your background thoroughly. Future work can proceed smoothly, what do you think?"

Nanhuai Linnee said in a daze, "But I really don’t have any background. You can tell by reading my resume. Even if I have a little background, it’s impossible for me to play for three years, but I have a little weight. None of the characters can be received."

Shan Mingen stared at him intently for a moment, and smiled slightly: "Maybe I think it’s complicated. Maybe it’s really that Dao Luo thinks that this role is none other than you. Don’t take the words I said just now to your heart. I I just want to get to know you, nothing else."

Nan Huailin nodded and gave a soft "um".

Shan Mingen wanted to say something more. Just as he was about to speak, the office door was suddenly pushed open. He only heard the door opening, and he knew that the visitor was full of anger. Sure enough, the anger in his voice was even stronger: "Sister Shan, that's called Nan Who is Huailin's? Why have I never heard of this person?"

Nan Huai Lin: "..."

Without looking back, he can guess who is coming.

Shan Mingen stood up and coughed hard.

Nan Huailin stood up, turning half of his body, facing Shan Mingen, and facing Chen Jingtian who had walked up to him.

Chen Jingtian glanced at Nan Huailin and turned to Shan Mingen: "Sister Shan..."

"Sedum," Shan Mingen interrupted him, "He is Nan Huailin."

Chen Jingtian looked at Nan Huailin again in surprise, swept him from head to toe, the expression on his face was so complicated that it was difficult to describe.

Nan Huailin was embarrassed to the point of embarrassment.

In any case, he did "rob" Chen Jingtian's role. It happened that they belonged to the same agent now, and he didn't even know what position he should take to face Chen Jingtian.

But Chen Jingtian's position seems very clear.

If the sight could kill people, Nan Huailin would have died eight hundred times now.

"Are you Nan Huailin?" Chen Jingtian asked with a cold face.

"Well," Nanhuai Lin paused for two seconds, then added weakly: "Hello."

"I'm not good!" Chen Jingtian was angrily, "What do you mean now? It's not enough to steal my role. You ran to me to show off your might? I'll tell you—"

"Don't tell me!" Shan Mingen pulled Chen Jingtian aside, turned his head and said to Nan Huailin: "Xiao Nan, you go first, I will call you if I have something to do."

Nan Huailin nodded, and walked away without even saying "goodbye".

"Don't you go!" Chen Jingtian yelled, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Nan Huai didn't turn his head back, opened the door of the office and went out.

Standing at the door took a deep breath, Nan Huailin only felt that one head was two big.

What's this?

Forget it, just do whatever it is, he has to find a house quickly.

Nanhuai Lin called the agent as he walked, and inspected the house after about half an hour.

While waiting for the elevator, he looked down at his phone, crackled a long string of words, paused, and deleted them all. I originally wanted to ask Shen Chong if he did something that made Director Luo give him the role of the second man, but it was wrong to think about it. If Shen Chong did something, he knew that he got the second man the other day. Then he won't be so surprised.

"Ding!" The elevator door opened.

Nan Huai Lin looked up and saw Philadelphia Yushu standing in the wind.

Frozen, he hurriedly said hello: "Hello, Director."

Philadelphia licked his lips and smiled: "There are no outsiders, so why do you see outsiders. Zhengchou no one will eat with me, just give me a cheer?"

Nan Huailin walked into the elevator and stretched out his hand to press the close button: "I just made an appointment with the agent to look at the room, so I have to go there quickly."

Philadelphia asked smoothly: "Are you going to buy a house?"

Nan Huailin stared at him: "Are you laughing at me? Do you look like a person who can afford a house in Beijing? I can't even afford a toilet, okay."

"Oh," Philadelphia asked again, "you want to rent a house?"

"Well," Nan Huailin looked up at the beating floor numbers, "The house I rent now is a self-built house, which is going to be demolished, so I have to find a new house."

Philadelphia nodded: "Then you are busy."

Nan Huailin was a little embarrassed: "I will invite you to dinner another day."

Philadelphia smiled and said, "Okay, I'm not being polite to you."

Nan Huailin likes Philadelphia not to be polite to others, which is very straightforward.

Nan Huailin got out of the elevator on the first floor, and Philadelphia went to the parking lot on the first floor.

When I got in the car, Philadelphia took out his cell phone and called: "Assistant Ruan, you can rent a house for me. There is no requirement, just a little closer to the company. Can I rent it today? Okay, I'll wait for your call. That's right. , Don’t tell my brother, I will tell him myself. Okay, thanks."

The author has something to say: Chengcheng: I have bad news for you.

Nannan: What?

Chengcheng: My thoughts about you are not simple anymore.

-"One Hundred Sentences of Local Taste"