Rong Junxian said distrustfully: "But the director said that this time it was a problem with my acting skills..."

"Do you actually doubt your acting skills?" Bai Weiming's voice was very cold.

Rong Junxian was stunned.

Bai Weiming said: "It is better to doubt the director's words than to doubt his acting skills."

"Do you know what the inside story, right?" Rong Junxian's expression became serious.

"Yes," Bai Weiming's tone was still slow, which made Rong Junxian anxious, "because Yang Shuxi was determined. He is the director's underground lover."

"Independent...?!" Rong Junxian was surprised, "Since that's the case, why should I find me..."

"I asked you to audition, just to carry the sedan chair for Yang Shuxi." Bai Weiming's tone was very stable. "What they wanted was to issue a press release saying 'Newcomer Yang Shuxi defeated Jinmei's actor Rong Junxian and played the male lead in "The Female Master Harem"', 'Who made his debut for two years, defeated Jinmei's actor and starred in the annual drama' and other gimmicks. I have to say that he is still very smart."

"Smart P!" Rong Junxian jumped up in anger, "I'll go now..."

"Please don't go anywhere." Bai Weiming raised his hand and made an obstructive gesture, "If you tear your face apart, you won't have to look back."

Rong Jun said angrily: "I don't want to look back!"

"Mr. Rong, I understand your mood." Bai Weiming replied, "But please cooperate with my work. Stop your professional suicide and ruin your future is one of my duties. Please do not hinder my work."

Although Rong Junxian is a senior artist who has been in the industry for several years, don’t forget that he is a young man in his twenties. He is very young. Most people don’t know the importance of controlling emotions at his age. In fact, Rong Junxian doesn’t know either.

Rong Junxian is an extremely young man who is prone to impulsiveness and irritable.

When he heard Bai Weiming's rude words, he was so angry that he was so angry that his snow-white face was covered with a blushing anger: "Is that so? Is this your job? Then I announce that you have lost this job."

When Bai Weiming heard Rong Junxian's domineering declaration, he had no reaction, let alone the anxiety that Rong Junxian expected.

Rong Junxian became anxious instead and declared loudly: "You have been fired!"

Bai Weiming still looked like Gu Jing Wubo: "Has Mr. Rong misunderstood something? You are not the one who hired me."

In other words, it is not your turn to fire.

Rong Junxian had never been able to do so, immediately stood up and looked at Yu Zhiwu. His eyes looked like flying arrows, which made Yu Zhiwu avoid. The poor agent said with timidity: "That's right, Manager Bai was invited back by President Tang."

"So what?" Rong Junxian remained angry, "I'll go find the boss now! Let him fire this person named Bai!"

After saying that, Rong Junxian left the conference room with great momentum and took the elevator to the top floor where the president's office is located.

Yu Zhiwu wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Bai Weiming. Bai Weiming said to Zhiwu: "That's all."

"What?" Yu Zhiwu didn't understand, "He plans to let the president fire you!"

"It's okay." Bai Weiming said, "I know what I said will make him angry."

Yu Zhiwu probably understood something: "Did you intentionally provoke him?"

"You can't say that," Bai Weiming explained gently, "I just want him to expose his anger to other places, not the director of "Zeng Fan". He can confront anyone, just don't ask the director to be unlucky."

Rong Junxian just learned the inside story of casting and insisted on tearing the director. But now he has forgotten this and has been thinking about giving Bai Weiming a little color.

Rong Junxian ran to the president's office and was told that President Tang was going to play golf. Rong Junxian, as a young man who had no jobs, was very motivated and immediately ran to the suburbs to find President Tang. After running half a mountain, he almost fell into the pond. Rong Junxian finally found Tang Songyuan who was trying to ask the beautiful boy for the phone number on the side of the tender green hillside.

Tang Songyuan is tall and has a strong back and a bear-back, and can be recognized by people from afar. Compared to the president of a listed company in his forties, he looks more like a retired professional athlete in his thirties - dark skin, strong muscles, a tenacity on his body, and a mature demeanor that can only be challenged.

"Mr. Tang," Rong Junxian whispered, "I want to fire Bai Weiming."

His speech is always so simple and straightforward.

Tang Songyuan smiled and said, "Are you still that simple?"

"Was it not a single word when I changed an agent?" Rong Junxian always had a sense of almost ignorant confidence in his speech.

"Of course, the agents... are all my employees. The personnel transfer within the company is indeed my own words." Tang Songyuan said with a smile, "But Bai Weiming is not."

Rong Junxian didn't understand very much, but said, "But he is the one who serves me."

"But he is not our employee. I would say that everyone is more like a cooperative relationship." Tang Songyuan is like a kind elder, and his tone is as patient as communicating with his children. "That is, I can't fire him. Our company signed a contract with him. Do you know? If you violate the contract rashly, you will have to pay a penalty for liquidated damages. Of course, I respect your opinion very much. If you really don't like it, then you will pay a penalty for liquidated damages of six million..."

"Six million?" Rong Junxian's eyes widened.

"Well, probably." Tang Songyuan's tone was relaxed, as if he was saying sixty yuan, "Maybe more is not necessarily the case. After all, his charges are very high."

Rong Junxian was both surprised and angry.

But in the end, Rong Junxian compromised.

He was angry, but helpless, and hurried home in the pitiful little Beetle car.

With a striking personality, he drove a Ferrari shortly after his debut.

Later, it stopped popular and could not afford it.

The Beetle was already his last stubbornness.

After all, he is a movie master, so you can't take the subway!

Rong Junxian stopped the Beetle halfway and was about to refuel, but received a message from Bai Weiming: "If you are angry, come to me. You can come to my office from 9:30 am to 18:00 pm, and come to my house the rest of the time. It is best to communicate with me and coordinate the time before visiting." The office address and home address are also attached below.

Rong Junxian was very surprised that Bai Weiming would actually send his private address directly to him.

"Is this person so diligent in his work? Do you don't need a private space?" Rong Junxian drove the Beetle downstairs to Bai Weiming's house.

Bai Weiming lives in a hotel apartment in the city.

It seems that Bai Weiming should be a solitary person.

After Rong Junxian stopped the car, he took the elevator to the floor where Bai Weiming lived and walked to the door of the room corresponding to the room number. He rang the doorbell. After half a minute, Bai Weiming's voice came out through the door: "Who is it?"

Rong Junxian was a little annoyed: "It's me! Rong Junxian."

"Okay, Mr. Rong." Bai Weiming's voice was very clear, with a little distorted from the door panel, like the sound of flowing water across the woods.

Rong Junxian stood on the narrow porch, very cramped, afraid that someone would recognize him by passing by, and then asked: "Why would a big star come to such a small apartment? Is there anything inside?"

A second before Rong Junxian planned to urge Bai Weiming to open the door, the door panel opened, and the fragrance of a shower gel with water vapor came. Rong Junxian saw a white bath towel around Bai Weiming's waist. The water droplets slid down the texture of the muscles, like a new forest after the rain, giving Bai Weiming a unique, earth-like primitive beauty.

Rong Junxian seemed to have taken a sip of water, and his mouth opened slightly, as if the mist was about to dissipate immediately.

Looking at Rong Junxian in a daze, Bai Weiming turned his head slightly and said, "Please come in, Mr. Rong."

Rong Junxian then regained the rhythm of his breathing, but his heartbeat was chaotic and his pace was the same. He walked into the room with fragmented and rapid steps.

"You, are you taking a shower?" Rong Junxian asked.

Bai Weiming did not answer: "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you ask me to come and find you?"

"I remember I gave you an address, but I also remember that it is best to communicate and coordinate before coming."

Rong Junxian said, "Isn't it 'you can't do this'?"

"No, 'best' is the kind words 'I strongly ask you to do this, but I want to appear so less intense'." Bai Weiming, as a public relations company, patiently explained these social rhetorics.

Rong Junxian obviously did not receive any teachings and said coldly: "Do you still know how to be polite to me?"

Bai Weiming had no intention of refuting with him, but asked, "Do you drink tea or coffee?"

Rong Junxian was a little surprised. He didn't expect Bai Weiming to say this. But Rong Junxian was easily led away and quickly fell into the choice. He quickly completed the choice: "If there is oolong tea..."

"Okay." Bai Weiming maintained a bath towel on his waist, took out a box of tea from the cabinet, and went to the open kitchen to boil water.

Rong Junxian sat down silently on the sofa, facing the open kitchen, looking at Bai Weiming with his upper body exposed, and found that he couldn't take his eyes away.

Bai Weiming is not a particularly handsome person. At least, Rong Junxian is a person in the entertainment industry. If he is used to seeing handsome guys, he is not easily attracted by a person's appearance. However, Rong Junxian found that his eyes could not leave Bai Weiming.

This is a surprising and panic discovery.

Rong Junxian's heartbeat and breathing became rapid.

Bai Weiming seemed to be unable to detect anything, and he was extremely focused on what he was dealing with. He poured mineral water into the teapot, raised the mineral water's arms and raised the clear lines, full of power. After pressing the teapot switch, Bai Weiming held the tea clip with his slender fingers and processed the tea leaves. When the hot water boiled, he carefully brewed the tea.

The whole process lasted for several minutes.

In the past few minutes, Bai Weiming didn't say a word.

Rong Junxian didn’t.

There is only the sound of water rumbling in the air.

When Bai Weiming poured the tea, he held the teacup and handed it to Rong Junxian: "Mr. Rong, please."

The teacup was handed to him, and Rong Junxian was only concerned about Bai Weiming's muscles at this moment.

What kind of sin is this?

Rong Junxian took the teacup guiltily, coughed twice, and said in a rough voice: "What did you ask me to do?"

"What I said is, when you are angry, you come to me." Bai Weiming said, "Are you angry?"

Rong Junxian refused to answer this question and asked back: "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Bai Weiming seemed to remember that he was half naked, so he lowered his head and said, "I'm rude. Please wait for me for a while." After that, Bai Weiming walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

In this way, Rong Junxian was the only one left in the hall and a cup of hot tea.

Rong Junxian held the hot tea in his hand, his palm was hot, and he stared at the bedroom door intently, as if he could see through the door panel.

His mind was chaotic, and a sentence suddenly flashed through him: "Love at first sight is to see lust!"
To be continued...