After a busy morning and lunch, Qiao Wen and Lin Zi Hui sat on the leather sofa in the office, drinking hot tea and watching TV dramas, enjoying a rare bit of afternoon leisure.
Although Wu Yaodong was not doing anything, the black and white television set that was prepared for them was still quite useful for keeping up with the news of the city, as well as relaxing by watching dramas and listening to songs.
Bao Zhu Channel this hot city "love is priceless" finally came to the grand finale, two young people staring at the TV screen, is watching with great interest, the office phone rings.
Lin Zihui moved faster than Qiaowen, dabbing his way to the desk and picking up the phone.
Qiao Wen went up and turned the TV down to its lowest sound, only to hear Lin Zi Hui hmmm and ah ah ah a few times before hanging up the phone, his face turning from the excitement he had just felt from watching the TV to a look of palpable droopiness.
Seeing this, Jovian asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Zi Hui sighed, walked over to sit down next to him, and said, "Didn't you say that we need to find a famous movie star to advertise Meng Zhen? I asked my Abba's secretary to ask around, those few big stars nowadays, the opening price for advertisements are all in the millions, where can we afford to hire them?"
Nowadays, the movie industry in Hong Kong City has entered a golden period, the movie is a very lucrative business, and in a few years this city will become the Hollywood of the East, and the value of movie stars is naturally rising. In fact, a million dollars of endorsement fee for a big star, not high at all, because now the top stars, a movie pay can also reach two or three million.
The problem was that they were just starting out now, and Lin Zhaoming had only sponsored half a million dollars, and a million dollars was really a positively astronomical amount for them.
Qiao Wen glanced at the TV, and the young hero on the screen was handsome in a vest suit, walking on the Republican Shanghai Bund.
He thought for a moment and said, "Zi Hui, we've already spent 300,000 of the 500,000 sponsored by Mr. Lin, so we still have 200,000 left right?"
Lin Zihui touched his nose, "That ......"
Qiao Wen as the secretary did not directly manage the accounts, the accounts were all done by Lin Zi Hui and the accountant. When he saw the other party swallowing, he couldn't help but frown, "Is it possible that all two hundred thousand dollars are gone?"
Lin Zihui shook his head violently, "No no, it should be more than that."
Jovian asked, "So how much is left?"
Lin Zihui said, "If nothing goes wrong, there should still be more than six hundred thousand dollars."
Jovian: "????"
Lin Zi Hui hurriedly explained, "It's like this, after we rented the store, I saw that there were no big expenses for a short period of time, and the stock market was very good, so I withdrew more than a hundred thousand dollars out of the money, bought stocks, and prepared to redeem the money in the store opening, if the stock market doesn't crash in the last couple of days, it should be able to have six hundred thousand dollars."
Jovian lost his smile, "You scared me, why didn't you tell me about buying stocks?"
Lin Zihui said weakly, "I'm afraid you won't support it."
He simply supports it with both hands and feet, okay? In the original book, Lin Zi Hui was the one who made his first bucket of gold by speculating on stocks, and later on, he was also a super predator in the financial market.
"You're the boss, I support whatever you do. Besides, I buy stocks myself, so we can still exchange ideas." Mostly, he wanted to dip into the guy's male aura.
"Yes?" Lin Zi Hui smiled with joy at the words, he is very interested in securities, helplessly beside the people who play stocks, are holding the gambler thought, and do not really know the line, now hear Qiao Wen also speculate in stocks, immediately feel that they find like-minded connoisseurs, want to explore a good deal.
However, Qiao Wen didn't have the heart to discuss stocks with him at this time, he pointed at the TV screen and said, "The most popular male star in Hong Kong City right now should be Li Xingchen, right?"
Lin Zihui nodded, "Although serials are still a novelty, and TV stars are far less valuable than movie stars. However, Li Xingchen is indeed very popular this year, and the grandparents in the teahouse all recognize him."
Jovian nodded, "Don't you think he looks handsome in a suit?"
Lin Zihui thought quite a bit about this, "Indeed." After saying that, he turned his head to look at Qiao Wen, "You mean you're asking Li Xingchen to advertise Meng Zhen."
Qiao Wen said, ''Li Xing Chen has a good appearance and high popularity, just in time for the grand finale of Love is Priceless, it's when he's at the height of his hotness. As far as I know, the artists of Bao Zhu Channel are paid a salary that can't be compared to movie stars with millions of paychecks. Hiring him as the advertising spokesperson for the Dream True brand is much more cost-effective than a movie star."
Hearing him say that, it made sense, and Lin Zihui nodded, "Alright, I'll turn around and ask my Abba's secretary, to help contact them, and see what their offer is."
Qiaowen looked down at his wristwatch and said, "The magazine shoots an ad at three o'clock in the afternoon, so we're good to go."
Nowadays there is no internet, the most important way of advertising is newspapers and magazines. Fortunately, Hong Kong City is a fashion capital at the forefront of the world in this era, and the magazine industry is very developed. In order to warm up for the opening of the brand, they subscribed to a famous fashion magazine to advertise.
Because it was a preview, only three male models were hired. In view of the colonial culture of pandering to foreigners, the three models were chosen from foreigners.
The two drove up to the magazine and the photographer was already in the studio ready to go, however the three ghostly models, didn't arrive until a little after three o'clock.
Of course, tardiness is really a minor matter compared to their scatterbrained work ethic.
Next to the supervision of Lin Zihui, see the brain straight jump, can not help but pull over Qiao Wen spat in a low voice, said: "Hong Kong City, these ghosts, are in their own country can not get on the blind flow, run to come here to become the upper class, as a model to take a few photos of the price of twice as expensive as the Chinese is just, but also do not work properly."
Although he has exaggerated a bit, it is basically in line with the facts. This is a colonial characteristic, and the most frightening thing is that many natives will also unconsciously dwarf themselves and worship foreigners under such a general environment.
He patted the righteously indignant Lin Zihui on the shoulder, "I'm going to the restroom."
At this time is the working time, the floor of the restroom is not much people, Qiao Wen put the water, is walking to the washbasin before washing their hands, the door walked into a person.
It was one of the Ghostbusters models from today's shoot, named Eisen.
He nodded at the person, who in turn raised an eyebrow and flashed a flirtatious smile, walked right up to Qiaowen, looked him up and down with abandon, reached out to touch his face, and said in English, "Sweetie, you're so deliciously good-looking."
Qiaowen took a step back with his eyes, curled his lips into a smile, and returned to him in English, "Eisen, it's been less than two months since you and your family came to Hong Kong City in order to make a living, so I'd advise you to put away all those vices you have in your country, or if you lose today's payment, you won't be able to afford to pay even next month's rent."
Just in case, before hiring these geezers, he had someone carefully inquire about their identity and background. This tall, leggy, handsome American guy, who looks quite honorable and decent, actually came to Hong Kong City to make a living because of poverty. Now he works in a bar and moonlights as a model to subsidize his family's expenses, but he is also a womanizer and a prodigal.
Eisen saw his own details were revealed, also do not want to today's reward for the water blew away, resentfully put down his hand.
Right at this moment, Lin Zi Hui pushed the door in, because there had been a time when Qiao Wen was abducted from his own hands, and seeing that the two people confronting each other were rather odd, he suddenly became sensitive to what he realized, wrinkled his eyebrows in anger, and yelled at Aisen, "What are you doing? Believe it or not I'll call the police to arrest you?" After saying that, he hurriedly pulled Qiao Wen, "Wen, don't be afraid, with me here, he doesn't dare to do anything to you."
The last time Qiao Wen was abducted, he was taught a good lesson by Anan, and now he still has a heart palpitating when he thinks about it. If he let Qiao Wen suffer another loss at his own hands, Anan would probably peel his own skin.
The current Ah Nan is the Kowloon Walled City's famous red stick pretty boy Nan, he heard someone mention his great name in the teahouse were Chen Canaan protection is just, after all, his hands there, but called Lin Zi Hui this Sven scholar to protect their own, it's a little bit funny, Qiao Wen patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Nothing, don't be nervous." Said, and then looked at Aisen, "When you're done hurry up and go shooting, we have a contract, delaying the progress will deduct money."
Edson shrugged and walked over to the commode, hanging back, "I was just complimenting the young gentleman on his good looks."
Lin Zi Hui was even more furious at his words, and was just about to push up his sleeves and get into a fight with someone.
Despite his macho aura, Jovin eyeballed the difference in size between him and Eisen and pulled the man away without hesitation.
Edson came back from the bathroom with a decidedly improved work ethic, except those eyes still weren't quite honest when they looked at Jovian.
Qiao Wen didn't care, after all, he wouldn't cross paths with this kind of person. However, Lin Zi Hui was always like an enemy, looking at people coldly as if they were ice, eliminating this gweilo as a demon.
Near the end of the shoot, the beautiful Nan, whom Young Master Fai had longed for earlier, arrived unannounced.
"Ah Nan, why are you here?" Lin Zi Hui hadn't seen Chen Canaan for a long time, and was very surprised to see him at first sight.
"I had something to pass by this side, and remembered that this morning Xiao Qiao said that she was shooting an advertisement in a magazine this afternoon, so I came up to take a look." Chen Jianan nodded at him, his gaze automatically crossed over him without stopping and landed on Qiao Wen behind him, only to meet Qiao Wen's smiling look, and then inexplicably a subtle hint of emptiness emerged, wanting to cover up his head as if he was holding his head high, revealing a self-professed frank and bright smile, "Xiao Qiao, how was work today?"
"Not bad." Jovian nodded and walked over to him.
Recently Chen Canaan also do not know what is busy, has been more than a week, did not touch in through the window to rub his bed, only occasionally in the morning called him to go to the rooftop to practice boxing. In fact, two big men sleeping together in a small wooden bed, and is a tropical city such as Hong Kong City, is not very comfortable. However, it may be that they are accustomed to sharing the same bed, this guy did not come to patronize for many days, he was a little less adapted.
He looked from side to side, the handsome face in front of him clean and certain that he should not have been in a fight today.
Being looked at by him like this, Chen Canaan, whose face was always as thick as a city wall, suddenly became a bit uncomfortable and stammered, "What are you looking at me for?"
Jovian half-joked, "Checking to see if you've been hurt in a fight?"
Chen Canaan immediately said, "I haven't fought for a few days."
Qiaowen said, "Then what are you busy with these days? I haven't seen you come to my house at night?"
"I ......" Chen Canaan was momentarily dumbfounded, how could he say that he didn't go to sleep at his house at night because he had become a pervert like Qin Yunfei and was afraid that if he didn't hold back, he would bully someone. He fell into his own shame and anger that no one knew about, and in a split second he made a big red face.
Qiao Wen just asked casually and did not want to get an answer from him, at this moment, seeing that he looked odd, he frowned and asked, "Brother Nan, are you hot? Why are you blushing?"
Fortunately, Chen Canaan's skin was on the bronze side, not a little white boy like Qiao Wen, and although he was red, it wasn't too obvious. He raised his palm and pretended to fan himself, clearing his throat and saying, "Yeah, it's so hot in here."
Jovian looked over at the photographer's side just as it was ending, and he tapped him on the shoulder, "Just a moment."
He took loads of red envelopes and went to hand out payoffs to a couple of ghostly models who were wrapping up their work.
Meanwhile, Lin Zi Hui, who had moved beside Chen Canaan at some point, complained in a low voice, "These gweilo are expensive as hell, and all of them are dodgy at work. That blonde even tried to take advantage of Wen, really thinking he's a superior person!"
Chen Canaan did not listen carefully to the other words, but heard the phrase "trying to take advantage of Ah Wen", immediately furious, wide-eyed and asked: "You said that golden hair want to take advantage of Ah Wen?"
Lin Zihui was startled and subconsciously nodded, "Yeah, but didn't really dare."
Jovian on the other end heard the commotion on this side and turned back to the two, shaking his head at them.
Lin Zihui understood and hurriedly said, "Ah Nan, Ah Wen said it's fine, you don't have to worry."
Chen Canaan raised his eyes towards him, he happened to hand the red envelope in his hand to that golden-haired gweilo, the two of them said a few words in English, and that golden-haired looked at Qiaowen's pair of blue eyes, which were clearly and obviously unsuspicious.
He was so angry by this scene that his brain was jumping up and down, he was about to roll up his sleeves to beat the person up, but suddenly remembered that Qiao Wen was at work and he couldn't cause him any trouble, so he restrained his impulses in time and only faintly said to Lin Zi Hui, "You and Xiao Qiao get busy, I'll wait for him downstairs."
Lin Zi Hui saw that he did not intend to use force and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, I blame myself for having a big mouth for a moment, almost forgetting how much Nan protects Wen as a younger brother.
He nodded, "Okay, we'll just have a quick chat with the editor-in-chief of the magazine and then we'll leave, quickly."
Chen Canaan glared fiercely at the soon-to-be unlucky golden-haired Aisen through the air and left with a leathery smile.
It was twenty minutes after Qiao Wen and Lin Zi Hui came out of the magazine building.
Chen Canaan was sitting idly leaning back on his own piece of motorcycle, a very careless and handsome pose. Occasionally, there were girls passing by who obviously couldn't help but give him a second glance.
Even Lin Zi Hui couldn't help but get next to Qiao Wen's ear and whispered, "Ah Nan can be really pretty, no wonder his nickname is Pretty Nan."
Jovian looked at the man distantly, thinking yes, and inexplicably reaching out with a hint of honor.
As for Chen Canaan, who was originally in a lazy state, when he saw the two of them in this intimate appearance, he narrowed his eyes and straightened up, saying, "Xiao Qiao, come over and get in the car!"
Qiao Wen nodded, waved goodbye to Lin Zi Hui, and watched him cross the road and get into his car before he slowly walked over and straddled the back of the motorcycle.
Chen Canaan cleared his throat and said in a conspiratorial manner, "You and Four Eyes are quite close now!"
Jovan said, "He's my boss, we work together every day, so of course it's good."
Chen Canaan stepped into the car, started the gas pedal, and said, "Why do I get the feeling that you're almost as good with him as I am?"
Qiaowen laughed and stretched his head to look at the side of his face, teasing, "You wouldn't be jealous of Zi Hui, would you?"
A warm breath came to his face, Chen Canaan only felt his heart puffing, and subconsciously skewed to the side, saying: ''How is it possible? What kind of relationship do we have? He, Four Eyes, won't be able to match one-tenth of that even after another ten years."
Jovian nodded, "That's right."
Hearing him say this, Chen Canaan was instantly in a good mood and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Hold on, I'm going to start."
Jovian hurriedly held the side of his waist.
In fact, the two people "skin to skin" is very common thing, usually Chen Canaan holding Qiao Wen's hand, just like his left hand holding the right hand as natural.
But at this moment, being hugged like this by the person behind him, he couldn't help but winces, and a heat quickly shot downward.
He cursed himself for being an animal and hurriedly glared twice at the pedal bar to start the car and divert his attention.
At this moment, Qiao Wen's afterglow suddenly glimpsed the sidewalk, two bad boy look like a person, is using a sack covered with a person, a wildly beating and kicking, after the fight will be scattered, ran a shadowless trail, before and after but dozens of seconds.
The man on the ground who had been beaten and wailed, who had managed to get out of the sack, with a face swollen like a pig's head, was clearly Eisen.
Jovian frowned.
Chen Canaan turned his head to look and said, "These gweilo think they can do whatever they want in Hong Kong City just because they have a white skin, they deserve to be beaten with a sack."
Jovian turned his head to look at him suspiciously.