Professional Stand-in, With an Hourly Salary of 100,000

Bai Zhou was almost mad at the operation of his cheap relatives. He looked at Ji Fanyin who was smiling and could not speak. He had to grit his teeth and choose to explain to Ji Fanyin first: "I didn't let him come."

Ji Fanyin didn't answer, only maintaining the smile on his face, blinking noncommittal.

On the contrary, Bai Zhengye's secretary looked up thoughtfully and looked back and forth between Ji Fanyin and Bai Zhou with his eyes, hands naturally hanging beside him without speaking.

"..." Bai Zhou took a deep breath and said stiffly to Ji Fanyin, "You go back, I'll take care of it here."

"Mr. Bai is a guest in the studio." Ji Fanyin said casually, "it would be impolite to let an intern who just came a day receive him."

Bai Zhengye frowned immediately: "Miss Ji, the'intern who just came for a day' you mentioned is my son. Of course he is qualified to entertain anyone."

In his words, he was a bit reprimanding the younger subordinates.

――My son of Bai Zhengye came to one of your small studios for an internship. If you don't give it well, do you really treat him as an ordinary intern?

When Bai Zhengye said this, he was very upright and confident in his heart. He felt that he was giving a head to Bai Zhou, and his son must be very touched if he didn't say it.

As a result, Ji Fanyin hadn't spoken yet, and the face of Shirhou who was dying of anger was so black that he couldn't be blacker.

He almost gritted his teeth and yelled "Dad", and then said: "Take a step to speak."

――It is blamed for social people to speak.

Thinking like this, Bai Zhengye nodded tolerantly, then winked at the secretary and asked him to talk to Ji Fanyin, and then left with Bai Zhou.

During the day, he walked in large strides, and when he burned into a cloud of magma and exploded in his mind, he was still a bit strangely calm.

When I walked to the smoking area not far from the toilet, I confirmed that no one would come to this place for the time being, and then I stood still and turned around, suppressing his anger and asked: "What are you here for?"

"Look at your work environment." Of course, Bai Zhengye wouldn't say directly, he randomly found an excuse that was not an excuse.

――It is indeed to take a look at the environment, and then to see how to buy, this is not wrong.

"Really?" Bai Zhou sneered, "I was born for so many years, and you suddenly care about me now? Is another son not good enough to make you feel dissatisfied?"

Bai Zhengye frowned unhappily and reprimanded: "I am your dad. I care about your mistakes? When did your food and clothing cost be shorter than you?"

"Money is the least valuable thing in your eyes. You won't blink when you spill it out." Bai Tian didn't appreciate it at all, "You will only use money to solve everything."

"Money can really solve everything." Bai Zhengye shrugged and said naturally, "Don't forget that you have grown up so rich because of the money."

Then he spread his hand to indicate the figure of Dayu.

"――Look, you don’t show that you are healthy now, don’t say as if I owe you something.”

A look of boredom appeared on Shiraku's face: "What is the purpose of your coming here?"

Bai Zhengye also said straightforwardly: "I haven't seen you for so long, and my dad feels a bit sad. Since you come to work here, you must like this studio and want to buy it as an apology gift."

When it comes to this, he still feels that he has made a lot of sense, and even the words "you should thank me" mean.

Day: "..."

He couldn't believe Bai Zhengye's brain circuit.

It doesn't matter if he hasn't shown up for two years. It doesn't matter if he has sent Xiaosan and the **** in the middle. What does it mean to give him a head when he shows up?

"Can you do something good?" Bai Tian scolded angrily, "Could you not come and ruin me? You know how hard I work--" Can you be blackmailed by Ji Fanyin like Song Shiyu!

He didn't say it in the second half of the day, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to smash Bai Zhengye's head with a motorcycle helmet to hear if it was directly connected to the Pacific Ocean.

――He might have really smashed it half a year ago, but Ji Fanyin smoothed out a lot of edges and corners, tightening his fingers and didn't really smash it down.

"Why is it not a good thing?" Bai Zhengye was scolded and frowned tightly. "Although you will take over the business of your mother and me in the future, you should still practice your hands before that. Buy a small studio. It doesn’t matter if the game goes bankrupt."

Bai Tian closed his eyes, feeling that all blood was pouring into his brain, collectively clamoring for a violent command.

"No." He squeezed two words from between his teeth.

"Why not, as long as the price is right, all shareholders are willing to sell it--"

"No!" Bai Shiru slammed his helmet on the ground with a loud noise.

The chubby helmet fell to a height of half a person due to the reaction force, and then slowly rolled away.

Bai Zhengye was taken aback and bluffed, "What is your attitude?"

In the day, he took a deep breath, and the brain was pounding and painful, and there was a sad swelling in the sore eye sockets caused by the hangover.

He suddenly realized something he had never thought of before.

――It turns out that the source of my illness is here.

Father, who is arrogant because of his wealth, is exactly the same as me who used to judge others wantonly because of experience.

Bai Zhengye has no correct understanding of family love, and the number of mistresses is countless, and his favorite is always the next one.

In the growing up, Bai Tian lacked family affection, and when he saw Ji Xinxin who didn't mind his bad attitude and was gentle and right, he plunged into it.

Shirui seemed to hear his own voice mocking himself.

It said to him: really worthy of being a father and son.

... The only difference is that Bai Zhou met Ji Fanyin, and Bai Zhengye hadn't met the person who could wake him up with a slap and teach him how to open his eyes and see people equally.

But whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, Shiru didn't dare to assert to himself.

Shiji took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"... Since I was young, you haven't asked me anything. Raising me is the same as raising a pet. You play with women and come to me. You can't remember my birthday. Forget it." Bai Zhouhong stared at me. Turning to Bai Zhengye, "You don't need to show concern for me suddenly, I am no longer the kid who wants to get father's love from you!"

Although he was extremely angry, he was still calm and organized.

Bai Zhengye had long been used to the stinky temper of the day, and it was a bit fresh to see him squeeze his anger to reason with him.

But more of it was anger: "You kid forgot whose credit you were able to grow up to this height!"

"Then ask how much credit my mother is willing to give you." Shidai paused and said impatiently, "Don't touch this studio, even if you buy it, I won't want it."

If Ji Fanyin really sells, what else is he doing here?

Bai Zhou knows that Ji Fanyin likes movies, but he himself is not that interested in movies.

Bai Zhengye hesitated, he asked: "Then I can buy you something else?"

Bai Zhou felt that the man was hopeless, so he walked towards the deformed helmet, bent over, picked it up, held it in his hand, and walked straight away.

When entering the studio, Bai Zhou glanced at Ji Fanyin's office.

The door had just opened, and now it was closed. Obviously Ji Fanyin and Bai Zhengye's secretary went in and talked.

The day with the paint-off helmet suddenly became a little uncertain.

――If Bai Zhengye's price is high enough, will Ji Fanyin really sell her shares?

After all, Ji Fanyin has always said that she herself is short of money.

Ten billion……

Bai Zhengye had already caught up with the time of day and night.

It just so happened that Ji Fanyin's office door opened, and she and Bai Zhengye's Great Secretary walked out one after another.

Bai Zhou knew that the chief secretary next to his father was so powerful, he curled his eyebrows and observed Ji Fanyin's expression.

...But I can't see anything.

Ji Fanyin's acting skills, what he acted like, never found any flaws in the day.

Thinking of this, the day was very dull again.

Ji Fanyin's attitude towards him is not contemptuous, or respectful or disrespectful, just like treating a bear child from a distant relative.

"Did the two of you talk?" Ji Fanyin asked.

"When the talk is over, they will leave immediately." Bai Shiru said sullenly.

The secretary looked at Bai Zhengye's expression and saw that he was still a little bit ashamed. He thought he was yelled at by his son, and then coughed as a reminder.

Bai Zhengye came back to his senses, feeling that he had fed the dog with good intentions, and was very upset, so he left with a calm face and hum.

He doesn't feel that he has any need to sit up and talk to the younger generation Ji Fanyin, let alone be a woman.

people.

The secretary did not leave until he said goodbye carefully and thoughtfully.

It was just half past nine, most people with a hangover didn't come to work, and the nearby office areas with sight were all empty.

Shirui's fingers rubbed the pads inside the helmet, and quickly worded in his heart. Just as he was about to explain the matter this time, Ji Fanyin's cell phone rang.

She took out her phone and glanced at it, then picked it up directly in front of Shirley: "Hello."

Bai Zhou's gaze suddenly turned to Ji Fanyin's mobile phone.

Few people can make Ji Fanyin use the honorific name "you".

Who will it be?

Ji Fanyin tilted his head to listen for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "You know so fast, it is true."

Bai Tian tried to analyze: his attitude was calm and polite, with a little respect.

Then after a while, Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows lightly, and she asked, "Then this can be over, right?"

Perhaps it was because he was too engrossed or something else. The helmet that Shiori had been holding in his hand didn't know how to take it off, and he slammed it on the ground again.

Bai Zhou hurriedly bent over to pick it up, but heard Ji Fanyin say to the other side of the phone with a smile: "It's nothing, it's a coincidence. He threw something in front of me."

Shirui, who had just picked up his helmet, looked up at Ji Fanyin in astonishment, but he didn't have time to straighten up his waist.

"I see, don't worry." Ji Fanyin paused, "maybe there will be no more opportunities for contact. I wish you a happy life in the future."

Then she hung up the phone and moved her gaze to Shirui's face while putting down the phone.

Shiriu straightened up quickly, frowning unconsciously, "Whose phone is for?"

Ji Fanyin smiled at him: "Take a step to speak."

Shirhou followed her step by step, and the ominous premonition in her heart became clearer and clearer.

When he entered Ji Fanyin's office, Bai Tian said impatiently, "Who is it?"

Ji Fanyin took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "It's your mother, Ms. Meng."