C20 Teach the Artist

Yuan Dinng Entertainment Company.

In the manager's office.

Xiang Pinng stood at the window with his back facing the door. He had not spoken a word since the two artists came in, and the atmosphere in the office had dropped to ice. Since they knew about Xiang Pinng's fiery temper, the two artists did not say anything and just sat obediently on the chairs in front of the desk.

"What did I tell you before?" After a while, Xiang Pinng opened his mouth and turned to look at one of the female artists, his face gloomy: "Go ahead."

The female artiste looked at the male artiste sitting beside her. After a moment of hesitation, she said guiltily, "You are not allowed to go to a nightclub."

Xiang Pinng laughed coldly, and turned his gaze to the male artist: "Tell me about the others."

"No alcohol, no Weibo photos, no..." The man's tone became more and more impatient, he then raised his head and met Xiang Pinng's gaze, and said with reason: "Aya and I did not do anything, it was just taking a photo and sending it to the individual page, right? "Besides, Brother Ping, you kept saying that you wanted me to get in contact with Aya and turn us into a couple on the screen. Now that you've gotten your wish, what are you angry about, Brother Ping?"

"Screen lovers?" Xiang Pinng's face darkened.

The male artist wanted to say something, but when the female artiste saw that Xiang Pinng's expression did not seem right, she quickly reached out and pulled him away, signalling him to stop.

Xiang Pinng walked to the office table, glanced at the scattered photos of the lovers around the table, and without saying a word, threw them at the male artist's face: "And a couple on the screen? What kind of movie couple are you trying to make with a hungry look?! Do you think it's porn or third-rate? The company spent so much money to bring out such a brainless thing like you?! "

"Brother Ping, we never thought that someone would secretly take photos of us …"

"With your little brains, you want to establish a foothold in the show industry?!" Without waiting for the female artiste to speak, Xiang Pinng interrupted her with a single sentence. He then took out his phone angrily and flipped open the front page of the female artiste's face book, pointing at her: "This, this, and this, you say you can eat whatever you eat, coffee can be coffee, why are you casually surfing the Internet, are you afraid that people won't know where you are? Or are you sick from taking photos?! And this, look, vacation?! Have you grown a brain? Before, when you asked them to open the windows in their programs, I said all sorts of good words to make them think that you were taking care of your illness. And you, you pig of a brain, you sent a travel photo... Just like that, you want to speak up for him despite having the same intelligence as him? I say, little girl, you should make your own snacks! "

"Brother Ping, haven't I already apologized and explained this? The photos were taken in the past, and they were sent out due to the boredom of recuperation …"

"Just shut up."

The female artiste quickly shut her mouth and lowered her head, not daring to make a sound.

"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~"

"Come in!"

Just as Xiang Pinng was lecturing the two artists under his tutelage, there came a knock on the door. Before Xiang Pinng could react, the door to the office was opened and the assistant carefully entered.

"Brother Ping, someone wants to see you."

"I'm busy, I'm busy!"

"But …"

It's been over a year, and Brother Ping's temper hasn't changed at all." Without waiting for the assistant to finish speaking, the door opened and a woman holding onto a child appeared at the door. She looked at Xiang Pinng with a smile that was not a smile.

Xiang Pinng was startled, he deliberately turned his head to look at the two bodyguards behind the lady, and after a moment of silence, he angrily sent the two artists out, telling them to stay at home from today onwards, to not go anywhere. The two artists knew about Xiang Pinng's temper, and did not dare to retort. They stood up and lowered their heads, and then walked towards the door.

"Mrs Lu."

"Mrs Lu."

The two artists greeted the woman standing by the door.

The woman smiled but didn't say anything.

After the two artists left, Xiang Pinng's anger had dissipated by more than half. He glared at the woman angrily and had no intention of inviting her in: "Mrs Lu, what kind of wind blew you here? My temple is small, it can't accommodate a Buddha like you."

"Brother Ping, of course I have something to talk to you about. Why didn't you invite me in?"

"Cheng Wanzhen, I have nothing else to say to you, please."

"What if it's about Lin Zhi?" Cheng Wanzhen laughed, "Brother Ping, you're not interested either?"

Xiang Pinng took out a cigarette from the box and stopped for a few seconds. Then, he looked at Cheng Wanzhen who was standing at the door, nodded his head with a cold smile, and returned the cigarette back to the box: "Alright, I would like to see what you can say."

Cheng Wanzhen laughed, she then squatted down and touched the child's face, then instructed the bodyguard behind him: "Take the young master out to play, wait for me and Brother Ping to finish our discussion, then come back."

The two bodyguards nodded and left with the child.

Cheng Wanzhen stood up, smiled at Xiang Pinng who was sitting at the desk, and walked in.