Chapter 142 Who stipulated that only Jing Zhuo could set questions?

After the filming, Mingcan greeted Song Xi from afar.

Song Xi silently put away his phone, walked through the crowd, and went to find her next to the RV.

This area is full of celebrities' RVs, neatly arranged. Mingcan, as the leading female character, has her own separate rest room and private area.

Just as the two were about to get in the car, Song Xi remembered something and asked:

"Is the bastard not here?"

"What are you thinking about?" Mingcan glanced at her. "He's a human being, not a teddy bear. He won't stick around me every day."

Song Xi felt relieved a little.

At that time, she saw a figure swaying in the car from a distance. The figure was wearing black clothes and was not clear. She thought it was Xie Qingcheng.

Probably Mingcan's staff.

The two of them walked towards the car while talking.

As soon as he entered the door, a figure suddenly rushed out from the rest area in the back of the car, holding an unknown liquid in his hand, and splashed it at Mingcan.

Accompanied by an exclamation.

Song Xi was quick-witted and swift-handed. She swung her bag and threw it over. The large tote bag blocked a large amount of liquid, but some of it still splashed out and splashed on Mingcan's collarbone, burning it red.

It's boiling water.

Mingcan immediately called for help with a cold face.

A personal bodyguard soon rushed in and quickly subdued the perpetrator.

The perpetrator was a girl, dressed in black and wearing a black hat. She looked very young, but she was angrily cursing at Mingcan.

"It was you who caused our brother to go in and use the sewing machine, you sinister woman!"

"Go to hell!"

"Your entertainment industry is so dirty, you're all framing our brother."

"Now that he's in, you're all satisfied!"

Wow, he’s a die-hard fan of Lu Zhihan.

Mingcan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he asked his assistant to call the police, get the man out, and go through legal procedures.

Afterwards, the staff checked the entire RV again to make sure there were no hidden dangers before allowing them to stay.

In just a few minutes, Mingcan's collarbone was already burning red.

"There are ice packs in the refrigerator. Please get me one." Mingcan said.

Song Xi hurried to help her get it and asked kindly.

"Can you just apply ice? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"There's no hospital on the set, just some hot water. I'm used to it."

Mingcan sat on the sofa, holding an ice pack in one hand and placing it on the reddened collarbone.

The assistant got them some ice water and placed an order for burn ointment, busy as a whirlwind.

Song Xi picked up her bag. There was a puddle of water on the leather. The leather of this brand was fragile and would easily be damaged if it got wet, leaving deep and shallow water stains.

Mingcan obviously understands better.

"The leather of this bag is worn out. I'll give you a new one as compensation."

Song Xi wiped it with a tissue and shook his head in a Buddhist way: "Forget it, forget it, as long as I can carry it, it's so glorious. It's now a brave and righteous bag."

Mingcan: "Let's be clear, you saved me and didn't disfigure me. I'll remember this favor, and I'll definitely compensate you."

"That's fine."

Song Xi sat with her in the RV for a while, took out his mobile phone, carefully edited a few pictures and sent them to Mingcan, recommending that she use them in the promotion of the drama.

Half an hour later, the agent came back.

The police were called very efficiently and all the information of the black fans was found out.

"She's still a prospective college student. She just graduated this summer and will be a freshman in September. School starts in a few days."

The agent was furious: "The police advised us to let him go, but I refused."

"I've never seen such a stupid student. He's read so much that he's lost everything. Lu Zhihan is about to go into the bathroom and start sewing. He's a complete legal expert, but these brainless fans can still be his fans. They can't tell right from wrong, they're like they're possessed."

Mingcan was silent for a long time after hearing certain words.

The burning pain on her collarbone became more and more severe, making her irritable.

"Forget it, let her go." She said lightly, "Have her write a handwritten apology and read it to herself, then send it out."

Neither the assistant nor the agent understood.

"Why? To make an example of her, we should use her as a warning to others. Otherwise, these haters will never stop."

"Anyway, she's over 18 and an adult. People have to pay the price for their words and actions."

Mingcan: "She is a college student."

"So what?"

Mingcan lowered his eyes, his cold face showed no emotion, and his tone was light and indifferent.

"A person must go to school for a full twelve years, from elementary school to junior high school to high school, studying hard regardless of weather, to gain knowledge before they can be admitted to university."

"In my hometown, the annual provincial admission rate does not exceed 40%, and most of the children cannot afford to go to school."

"That's the flower of our motherland. Before she even fully grew up, she was fooled by online marketing accounts. Let her go and let her go to college."

The agent was so disappointed that he had to go out and deal with the follow-up matters.

Mingcan did not show up, so she did everything for him.

There was a temporary police station next to the film and television base. The agent went in and conveyed Mingcan's intention, asking for a recorded apology.

The black fan who was caught just now was still unconvinced and very stubborn: "I will not apologize to a nine-leaky fish, illiterate, scheming, and a vase!"

"It was that nine-leaky fish. She personally let you go and let you go to your university."

The agent sneered, "Otherwise, you should go sit in there with your brother and work on a sewing machine. You'll behave yourself after a few months."

Anti-fan: "Then I would too!"

The police officer nearby quickly rebuked her, "Stop stirring up trouble! The victim has already forgiven you. Hurry up and cooperate with us to settle this privately. Don't act on impulse."

The agent felt unlucky.

I don't want to see any brain damage at all.

Please ask the police to record the incident, enforce the law, and post a public apology online.

After the police and others left, they forced the black fan to write an apology letter, read it to the camera, and send it after reading. Only after sending it could she go home, otherwise she would have to invite her parents over.

The little black fan was reluctant at first, but when he heard that his parents were going to be called, he obediently lay on the table and wrote a confession.

The police arrested at least three waves of anti-fans causing trouble this summer, and they sat by with a headache and sighed.

"You kids, you're just star-chasing, and you can't even listen to the most basic principles. Those stars have nothing to do with you, so if you like them, you like them. What good will it do you to make such a fuss about them? Aren't you just being used as a tool? Don't do this kind of thing in the future. Go to school! You'll be honest when you get out into society and get beaten up by reality."

…

In the RV, Mingcan received a call and received the results of the handling from his agent.

She hung up the phone and saw Song Xi still listening.

"Do you think I'm a saint?" Mingcan asked with a raised eyebrow.

Song Xi shook his head and declined to comment.

"I didn't have a chance to go to school because my family was poor, so I dropped out of high school. I felt really bad about it, and I couldn't forget it for years."

Mingcan said: "It's good to have an education. Unlike me, I am labeled as illiterate and looked down upon by everyone."

Song Xi shook his head again and spoke seriously this time.

"There's not just one kind of person in the world, but many kinds of people. There are college students, internet celebrities, migrant workers, and small vendors. Everyone has their own way of living, and there's no distinction between high and low."

“This is what knowledge brings us.”

"If society were unified, the only way out for everyone would be to study. How desperate would those who couldn't study and had no other options be?"

"So, whether you're a celebrity or an ordinary person, as long as you're working hard, have a path to follow, have ideals to pursue, and live up to yourself, that's all that matters."

Mingcan listened to these words and didn't move for a long time.

The sunlight shone through the car window, falling on her eyebrows and eyes, shining.

"I finally know why I like you."

Mingcan said to himself: "I want to thank you."

Song Xi: “?”

"Send you some benefits."

Song Xi: “???”

The next second, she turned around and took out her bag. She rummaged around in it and took out a pair of handcuffs.

It's silver, brand new and unopened, with the key still hanging on it.

Song Xi raised his eyelids: "What do you mean? Are you going to handcuff me?"

Mingchan glanced at her.

"This is for you to take back and use with your husband tonight."

She said, "Didn't I say last time that I wanted to thank Mr. Jing? It just so happens that he will like this thing very much."

Song Xi was a little dissatisfied and stared at the sturdy silver handcuffs.

"No, the things you give...why do I have to bear them every time?"

Jingzhuo has enjoyed the welfare benefits to his heart's content.

But she was the one who ate it all!

Mingcan glared at her: "Are you stupid? Why don't you just handcuff him?"

“…”That makes sense.

Song Xi's mind suddenly lit up, as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened.

Who stipulated that only Jing Zhuo could set the questions?

It can't be her?