When Jiang Yichao saw Jiang Yan maintaining a half-squat position like an old monk entering a meditation, he couldn't help but lean over with some confusion: "What is it?"

When he stretched his head, he saw a book called "Resurrection" which was thicker than a brick. When he saw it, it was "Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Sea" with a bright cover color, and he suddenly felt a little aphasia: "..."

What is this? What is it doing?

At this time, Jiang Yan finally moved, but he did not turn his head, but just stood up slowly and said, "Brother, can I explain."

Jiang Yichao: "What to explain?"

Jiang Peiliang said coldly: "You explain."

Jiang Yan swallowed his saliva and tried to organize his own fragmented language: "That was submitted by our company's public relations department. I'm just inspecting the work."

Jiang Yichao: "What public relations department?"

Jiang Peiliang: "Will you be lying? I'll throw it out."

Jiang Yan shivered, had an idea, and changed his perspective: "I happened to find that article during my inspection, and it happened that she wrote it very well, and it happened that our company lacked a screenwriter..."

Jiang Yichao: "Which article?"

Jiang Peiliang tapped his fingers slightly on the table: "Continue."

"We should not look at it from a secular perspective, think that it is just a simple article." Jiang Yan said nonsense: "This? It is obviously of a certain artistic nature and literary value. You should look at it with an appreciation look..."

Jiang Yichao: "What article?"

Jiang Peiliang said coldly: "Is that true?"

Jiang Yan's face collapsed, and finally he slid down: "Brother, believe me once, I really didn't mean it this time."

Jiang Peiliang: "The meaning of this sentence is that there is a component of intention before it?"

Jiang Yichao: "What? What happened before? Hello, hey?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

What a good guy, he is really cunning. He can't answer this, he really can't answer.

Jiang Peiliang stood in front of Jiang Yan's hanging head, his eyesight was plain, and he found that the small round hair above Jiang Yan's head was revealed again.

He suddenly realized that in the past few months, he had used this perspective to look at Jiang Yan from a perspective. Every time, Jiang Yan frowned and looked very wronged, sad and guilty, but next time he still dared.

And every time I will lift it up.

Seeing that the eldest brother was not moving for a long time, Jiang Yan secretly glanced up and saw that Jiang Peiliang's deep gaze was right. He immediately lowered his head, feeling a little crying: "It's really just a slippery hand..."

Jiang Peiliang stared at him with a high point for a while, but he didn't know whether it was believed or not. Jiang Yan still wanted to speak, but when he heard Jiang Yichao's voice beside him, he said, "Hey, can you hear it?"

Jiang Yan: "?"

He turned his head, Jiang Yichao's face was pitch black, and there was a feeling of joy and sorrow floating on his head: "I said, can you treat me like? Can you personally see it?"

When Jiang Yan thought about it, when he was talking to his elder brother just now, it seemed that someone was interrupting, but neither of them noticed it.

When Jiang Yichao saw the two of them just looking at him without any reaction, he immediately became angry and almost got angry.

He has had enough!!

It is obvious that three people are in the same scene on the same map, but these two people open a channel to chat privately without taking him. What a shame and what an isolated act!!

Isn’t he Jiang Yichao’s younger brother?

Yes, Jiang Yichao finally showed some indifference on his black face: "I am just a younger brother."

Jiang Peiliang looked at him indifferently: "I'm talking to Jiang Yan, don't interrupt."

Jiang Yichao: "..."

He snatched the door out in grief and anger.

Too much bullying, it's really too bullying!!

Jiang Yan was named again and suddenly shivered: "Big, brother, don't be angry?"

"Aren't you angry?" Jiang Peiliang said.

Jiang Yan raised his head in disbelief: "Really?"

Is it true that people are beautiful and kind?

"Before this," Jiang Peiliang looked at him coldly, raised his fingers and tapped his head lightly and hard, and said, "Children Jiangyan, your brother hopes that you will submit your reading notes on this hundred books, each of which is no less than 800 words."

Jiang Yan: "?"

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He looked at Jiang Peiliang's back as he walked away without any mercy, and a rebellious thought arose in his heart.

...Brother, why not be angry?

When Liang Xishi came to urge Jiang Yan to set off, he was shocked to find that the boss who was supposed to be fishing was actually spreading a square notebook and writing hard on it.

"Mr. Xiao Jiang," Liang Xishi leaned over, "and again? Studying in Youth——"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Yan's huge and unpeng's title No. 5:

"On the adaptability of Dream of Red Mansions and Harry Potter? Reading notes"

Liang Xishi: "?"

Xiao Jiang is always afraid that he is not a fool.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yan continued to dance with dragons and phoenixes, and said intently: "If you have something to report, if you have something to leave the court, don't beat me? Trouble me to study calligraphy."

"I am helpless." Liang Xishi said to the good side: "Who should I use today's dinner with to follow the company? I have to bring the servants with you. I wonder if you are ready, your grandson?"

Jiang Yan woke up from the world of 100 must-read classics for teenagers and immediately said seriously: "It's accurate."

When he got on the bus, Jiang Yan thought to himself.

The conditions proposed by the other party were mercilessly rejected. Although he finally reached a consensus, he must have felt a little resentful. Moreover, it is said that the person in charge of this new project was Xiaokai who was airborne from another city. The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He didn't know that his father was very tiger. He probably wouldn't be friendly to Xiangjing Entertainment tonight.

Jiang Yan looked up and looked behind him. Six colorful Chery QQs slowly moved behind his car like beetles, carrying six artists he had worked hard to train. Jiang Yan looked at them and smiled with relief.

Although they didn't look very happy.

It was already evening when we arrived at the location, the restaurant was brightly lit, and all the people entering and leaving were exuding an elite atmosphere. The newcomers stood behind Jiang Yan, and they could not help but feel a little nervous.

There are bad rumors in the entertainment industry, but this time...

They looked at Jiang Yan, who was calm in front of them, and suppressed some of the uneasiness in their hearts.

No matter what, the company's boss is here, shouldn't it be? What could happen.

Liang Xishi greeted him? The young newcomers consciously lined up in a row, followed Jiang Yan's butt in a storm, and went according to the designated location.

As soon as I entered the private room, there was a burst of smoke surrounding me and laughing. Jiang Yan frowned indifferently.

On the head seat, two men saw the door open? They didn't welcome him when they opened. They just lazily handed over a look of disrespect and said softly: "Oh, Mr. Jiang, are you here?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

He clearly remembered that the word "Xiao Kai" used to describe these two things in the information handed over by Liang Xishi. Now, when I saw the style myself, I suddenly felt that Xiao Kai's reputation was hurt.

I guess the old people must have been overworked. Look at this, they have hard-working appearance, and their hairline was not a belle in the Qing Dynasty, but this has its own disadvantages and advantages. At least when Jiang Yan spreads pancakes on his forehead, he can still add a sausage.

Liang Xishi carefully poked him behind him: "Mr. Xiao Jiang?"

Jiang Yan moved his subtle gaze away from the shiny hairline of the two, and said calmly: "Mr. Zhu, Mr. Niu, I have been waiting for a long time."

Several people took their seats, and the waiters waiting on the side immediately trained to deliver tableware and food. The young newcomers did not dare to move for a moment. Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Eat quickly."

He was too lazy to recall the original book? What roles were the two? I guess they were not supporting roles with names and surnames. This? You can see from their surnames.

One surname is Zhu and the other surname is Niu, and belongs to the original Danbaijia. The bottom of the surname is really not a big deal.

Jiang Yan thinks that next time he meets a Gu person, he will be better off being careful.

Mr. Zhu and Mr. Niu's chins shook, and they were very dissatisfied with Jiang Yan's attitude. They suddenly became sarcastic and sarcastic: "Mr. Jiang, are you still? You are so young? You are so strong. Sometimes, too young? So strong is not a good thing."

Since he was in charge of this project, he has been talking about it, but he didn't expect that the person from the company would be so bluntly refuted that he could not give him a warning.

"Where are there." Jiang Yan smiled humbly: "Of course, it's not as good as you are. You are so strong."

The two old people said: "...I am thirty years old."

"So that's it!" Jiang Yan shut up and was amazed: "Then are you two? You are so old."

Two: "?"

Is this? I can use idioms and recommend registering for CCTV programs. They don’t watch the Chinese Poetry Knowledge Competition without Jiangyan.

Liang Xishi adhered to the duty of the Left Protector and devoted himself to the fight: "Mr. Jiang, it's almost done."

Mr. Zhu sneered, laughter, the New Year pig was eating bran like the scenery, and said, "Forget it, I won't bother with you, let's talk about the important things."

"Okay." When Jiang Yan heard the serious matter, he began to summon the pet with kindness. The elf: "Just just talk to Manager Liang?"

Liang Xishi endured humiliation and burdened him: "...Yes, just talk to me."

The two of them didn't know what medicine Jiang Yan sold in their pockets, but they didn't want him to see the doubts, so they just cleared their throats and negotiated with Liang Xishi.

During this period, the young newcomers focused on eating. Jiang Yan stared at the three people in the negotiations with serious eyes, knocking his fingers on the table, nodding from time to time to show his approval, and even took out a blank piece of paper and recording it on his head.
To be continued...