The young master must have agreed.

It is not difficult to guess the gentleman's mood by looking at his mood after he got in the car and how often he chats on his phone.

Ming Lu was relieved. He turned back from the co-pilot seat and handed the sorted information to Ming Weiting: "Sir, this is the part that may be useful when the time comes."

Ming Weiting put down his phone and reached out to take the folder.

He personally handled the entire cruise ship accident, and even during the days in the hospital, everything went according to the original plan.

Ming Weiting took a quick look at it, and after he had an idea, he closed the folder and put it aside: "Uncle Lu."

Business goes on as planned, and there are always accidents and incidents that occur. As long as they are handled promptly and properly, the finishing touches, although numerous and trivial, are not difficult.

Ming Weiting asked: "What is the public opinion like?"

When ships sail, they have to face unpredictable weather and hydrology. A shipwreck is not the first and will not be the last. He was obviously not asking about the public opinion caused by this accident.

Ming Lu naturally understood the situation, but did not answer immediately. He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "No problem, sir. Huaisheng Entertainment is doing very well."

These days I've been accompanying Mingchi in recuperation and rehabilitation, and no one at home mentioned any of this.

Ming Lu would regularly pay attention to the progress and occasionally contact the management of Huaisheng Entertainment, but he would not convey these matters to Ming Weiting.

Ming Chi was very sensitive to Mr. Shadow's changes. Once Ming Weiting's mood changed, he could almost notice it immediately.

During the time when Mingchi was recuperating, they almost deliberately maintained a relaxed environment where he didn't have to worry about anything. They kept all the noise outside the Sea View Villa and didn't want anything from the outside world to disturb him.

But the two lines will never run parallel forever. The passengers of the cruise ship accident and the shipwreck will eventually have an intersection. The young man who disappeared in the icy sea will always be brought up again as everything comes to an end.

——If Mingchi would never appear in front of other people again and would live with them on the high seas forever, and at most he would just be a captain and meet the passengers on the cruise ship, then it would naturally not matter at all.

The high seas are not sovereign territory, and if we ignore the possible short-term disputes and dangers, such life would be at most a little boring and monotonous.

Just like Mr. and Mrs. last generation.

The wife followed her husband on board the ship and rarely returned to shore except to visit relatives.

The little girl who had given her parents a headache, who would drag her husband to go horseback riding and who laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back because her husband didn't dare to move while sitting on the horse, now held the mask and hummed a song as her husband led her away from the land from the colorful lantern festival. In the end, she slowly turned into the steady and calm Mrs. Ming.

Ming Weiting closed his eyes and listened to Uncle Lu saying, "This is what my father regrets the most."

Ming Lu stopped talking. The Ming family's butler was silent for longer this time than before, and then he smiled and said, "Yes."

"Sir," Minglu said, "you know your father better than you think."

Ming Weiting leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

He still didn't understand his father, but he thought that maybe he and his father were the same kind of people.

He grew up thinking that he would follow the same path as his father. Be that "Mr.", coordinate and handle matters on the high seas, do business, and then live your life according to the routine.

When a ship is sailing on the sea, the undercurrents and reefs on the seabed can sometimes be quite complicated, and the hydrological conditions may not always be measured by instruments, so each route needs to be explored by the preceding ship.

He followed his father, and no matter whether it was power struggles or business, his father would tell him to avoid the hidden reefs he discovered.

"Only this one thing." Minglu seemed to know what he was thinking.

Minglu turned around and looked at him, paused, and spoke slowly: "Sir, I don't know what to do in the end, so I leave the route to you."

Ming Weiting pressed his forehead and watched the scenery rapidly receding outside the car window.

He still can't get used to riding in a car.

Compared to being on the ship, the scene outside the car window changes so quickly that even if you sail on the sea for a whole day, you may not see so many changes along the way.

So, it must have taken my mother quite a long time to get used to riding on a boat.

"It says in the information." Ming Weiting retracted his gaze and looked at the folder. "Huaisheng Entertainment's press conference wants us to cooperate. What are they going to announce?"

"It doesn't necessarily mean they are going to release anything, sir." Ming Lu said, "Press conferences in the entertainment field are usually to answer questions." He thought for a moment and explained, "For them, questions need to be responded to and answered, especially since so many things have happened during this period. They need to express their attitude through press conferences, and many people are waiting for answers."

Minglu did not make the decision on his own, but simply conveyed the original words: "They don't need our extra help. It's just that some of the responses may involve the cruise ship accident, so they need to discuss with us in advance and confirm the answer template."

Ming Weiting nodded: "No need for a template, they can say whatever they want."

Minglu seemed not surprised by the answer and smiled: "It was just a casual remark. Some words were used to make a point. They are worried that it will be disadvantageous to us."

"It doesn't matter." Ming Weiting said, "It was originally an accident caused by a mistake. There is no need to shirk responsibility."

Ming Lu nodded, lowered his head to reply to the message, and heard Ming Weiting speak again: "Uncle Lu."

Minglu sent the confirmation message and turned back: "Sir?"

"Is it difficult to drive?" Ming Weiting looked out the window, "I want to learn how to drive."

Ming Lu was stunned for a while, and this time he smiled sincerely: "It's not difficult, it's not difficult."

"It's very simple. The principle is similar to sailing a boat. I'll let the young master teach you when we get home."

Minglu put down his phone and assured with a smile: "I will definitely learn it once you learn it."

…

After the press conference, Huaisheng Entertainment also sorted out the general public opinion situation during this period.

The two meeting venues were not far apart, so Fang Hang simply sent him over in person to meet Ming Lu.

Minglu hadn't seen him for a few days. When the door was knocked, he was a little surprised: "Manager Fang's injury has healed."

"Okay." Fang Hang was a little speechless, and nodded, "That's why I've been watched a lot recently. I think they want to beat me up."

He had dealt with Minglu many times before and gradually became less nervous and fearful.

During this period, the situation of Huaisheng Entertainment has been getting better and better. The external resistance has been resolved, and a group of people are working hard with almost no effort. No matter what, they will gradually get on the right track.

Fang Hang also brought a stack of financial statements and resource catalogs representing the company's status, as well as Huaisheng's ratings in the industry - he knew that these were completely useless to the Ming family.

He just brought them over, like he did every time before, sorted them out one by one and placed them all on the corner of the table, as if he was handing them over to someone.

Fang Hang straightened the edges of the paper. He met Minglu's still inquiring gaze, subconsciously raised his hand and touched, checking the corner of his mouth which should have been swollen.

...Such a reaction is not Minglu's fault at all.

The last time Fang Hang was beaten really badly.

Fang Hang actually didn't tell anyone about this in detail.

They agreed not to tell anyone - after all, a group of new managers who have already started families and careers and can speak freely at press conferences, fighting together without any rules... No matter how you look at it, this kind of thing is too inappropriate to be circulated in the industry.

They really wanted to fight no matter what, so Fang Hang was not beaten unilaterally. The black eye of the manager of the film and television production department that he beat had only healed for a short time.

They just wanted to have a fight.

After many things happen, the sequence is not necessarily as people predict: "emotions, reactions, responses."

Especially one thing that I was really not prepared for.

Emotions are the last to awaken.

This is after all reasonable necessary responses have been made and all necessary reactions have been given.

It seems that only at this moment do I finally have time to calm down, waiting for something to slowly corrode the thick iron shell and allow the emotions inside to flow deep into the body.

The explanation and clarification regarding the company’s internal management regulations is the last content released by Huaisheng Entertainment’s official blog.

There are a lot of reposts and comments, and it is understandable that people vent their anger and blame without any explanation. The public relations department came to ask if it needed any action. Fang Hang sat in the office and thought about it for a long time. Then he tried to think about what Mr. Luo would do.

It seems like nothing can be done.

If Mr. Luo were still alive, this Weibo post would be pinned there by the official.

Whether it is blaming the company's management system or making some idealistic analysis, there will be no restrictions on comments, allowing the company's artists to avoid being implicated in criticism and abuse to the greatest extent possible.

So Fang Hang and the others did nothing but pin this Weibo post to the top. As for the latest content below, it always stayed at the sunrise at the beach.

The video has not been edited and was found by Fang Hang in the memory card.

After they posted these two Weibo posts, they suddenly didn’t know what to do or say, so the official Weibo updates were temporarily stopped.

The comments became more and more numerous day by day. Some people started asking who the protagonist of "Flame" was, some asked whether there were duplicate names on the list of missing persons in the cruise ship accident, and some asked how could Xiao Luo have had an accident when he was recuperating in the hospital... There were more and more questions, so they gave a unified reply that they would hold a press conference on a certain day.

"After that Weibo post, some of our artists... were very emotional."

Fang Hang pulled the corner of his mouth slightly. He saw that Minglu wanted to clarify this matter, so he sat down and said, "There is a child who has just come of age and has always called Mr. Luo brother."

He is a young singer who stood out from a talent show. His name is Xiang Luan. He had been targeted and attacked before because of a quarrel in the comment section over a similar matter. This time, he is also the focus of supervision.

His resources and development this year are quite good, and his traffic is no longer what it used to be. If something happens again at this time, it will definitely not be as small-scale as before.

The next second after the accident, his agent confiscated his phone and brought his team to keep an eye on him from morning to night. It was with great difficulty that I managed to calm him down by saying, "Mr. Luo is recuperating in the hospital and he cannot be disturbed or worried about."

As a result, after these two Weibo posts were published, Xiang Luan broke open Fang Hang's office door.

…

At first, someone was actually pressing it.

Nineteen-year-old boys have plenty of strength. The agent held him down and kept repeating that Mr. Luo was just missing, but that still meant there was hope for survival and it did not necessarily mean he would never come back.

"I know!" Xiang Luan was held down by several people, still struggling, "I'm not doing this! Of course my brother is alive, he will definitely live a long life!"

At this age, you dare to think and say anything.

Xiang Luan panted heavily, his eyes red as he shouted, "Maybe he drifted to an island and was picked up by someone, and then rescued! Those people just can't find him!"

"Then why are you still making such a fuss!" The manager also got anxious and yelled at him, then softened his tone, "Okay, everyone is feeling bad. Public opinion is like this..."

"I know the public opinion is like this!" Xiang Luan's voice was filled with tears, "I just don't know why I am like this!"

The agent was stunned and looked at him with a frown.

"I just feel bad. Why did I obey him this time? Why did I feel that no matter what happened to him, he would definitely have a way out? I felt that he was so stable that he would definitely not feel bad."

Xiang Luan was lying on the ground, speaking incoherently, tears streaming down his face. "He told me to remember not to get involved with him, and I really didn't. Even after such a big incident, I didn't even go to him and tell him that I believed in him..."

The manager of the film and television production department squatted down and patted him on the shoulder: "Boss Luo must know it in his heart. If he were here——"

"I'm crying like this while my brother is here, hugging his legs! It's not the first time!" Xiang Luan yelled, "I told him ten thousand times that I believe him! When he falls asleep, I'll squat beside his bed and yell!"

Xiang Luan didn't care at all. He shook off the arm that was pressing on him and curled up hard. "Isn't he the one who hates to see fights and conflicts in the company? Isn't he the one who can't stand artists being bullied? I'm so outrageous and ignorant, why doesn't he come back to scold me!"

…

When he yelled this, the office fell unusually quiet.

The manager of the film and television production department had his hand pushed away by him, but there was no reaction. He was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at Fang Hang.

"I just feel bad. I feel bad when I think about this incident these days. I don't blame anyone. I just want to get beaten up."

Xiang Luan couldn't cry any more, and whispered hoarsely, "Just give me a beating."

Instead, the agent did not stop him. After a while, he stepped back and looked at Fang Hang.

Fang Hang rubbed the corner of his mouth, walked over without saying a word, hung up a sign saying "Do Not Disturb", and closed the office door.

…

Xiang Luan’s dream was not realized, but the difference was not too far. He was probably the first artist to participate in a fight with the management of an entertainment company with his bare hands.

In fact, no one can tell exactly why this fight took place.

Maybe it's just because it's too uncomfortable to hold it in.

Because no matter how hard I work or how much I focus on my work, it seems that I can't solve much, so I thought I might as well just punch a hole in it.

It could also be like what Xiang Luan said... What if that possibility exists?

Of course, it would be a bit too optimistic and unrealistic to say so, but in the final analysis, the probability of this possibility still exists - otherwise the missing list would not be called "missing" but would be directly classified as death.

There was also a disappearance in "Flame". The missing person came back three years later, but his name was changed from Luo Chi to Luo Zhi.

Is there another extremely low probability possibility behind this disappearance?

In the comment section of the official blog, this possibility is actually the most discussed one.

Because the official result has always been "missing", even though those in the Luo family have obtained the death certificate and personally confirmed the matter, there are still a considerable proportion of people in the comment section who refuse to accept this result.

Maybe he was really rescued by someone?

Maybe the reason for the lack of news is not because of an accident, but because of some other special circumstances?

——This point soon received further evidence.

In the video of watching the sunrise at the beach, even though what happened at the time was not enough to attract special attention, after the problem was known and thinking back, it was easy to find that Luo Zhi had already had health problems at the time.

I have no strength in my legs, I feel dizzy and have tinnitus, and I can't remember things... Combined with the previous rumors, even if the hospital where the Ren family lived really didn't examine the person, it is not difficult to analyze some possible situations.

"Plus... there was a recent post."

Fang Hang clenched his fists and his throat moved. "One, a pretty daily record post, posted on a forum for patients with intracranial mass."

Minglu suddenly asked: "You also visit this kind of forum?"

"We'll go shopping later." Fang Hang whispered, "We want to confirm whether Mr. Luo has this disease."

They also know that doing so is meaningless and will only cause trouble, but they just can't help it.

Once they have free time, they will repeatedly compare those details that they were so careless as to ignore in the past with the essential posts in the forum that remind people to check their bodies.

I still can't help but wonder why I didn't pay more attention at the beginning and why I didn't discover it until now.

...A few days ago, they accidentally saw a post in the forum.

"The parents of a little girl recorded the process of her child's treatment and recovery and mentioned an older brother."

Fang Hang glanced at Ming Lu's expression and immediately added, "There is no frontal photo, and no information was revealed. They protected each other's privacy very well. It's just that - there is a shadow."

"There is a shadow." Fang Hang's voice became lower and lower. He felt that these words were quite outrageous. "I know this idea is too outrageous...but when Mr. Luo is not feeling well, he will curl up like that. Many times in meetings, before we knock on the door, we will first look at the shadow through the crack of the door."

Luo Zhi has too many old wounds. He did not have a scar-prone physique, and did not have many visible scars, but those wounds were dormant in his body and could come out at any time to torment him.

Sometimes Luo Zhi would feel discomfort in his waist, tinnitus and dizziness, but he still wanted to play games, so he would curl up in the corner of the sofa with his mobile phone.

They just knew not to talk nonsense in meetings, and it would be best to confiscate Mr. Luo’s cell phone after the meeting and press him into the sofa and cover him with a blanket.

Little Luo is very easy to take care of. Just cover his head under a blanket and pat his back gently, and he will fall asleep in less than three minutes.

Fang Hang spoke whatever came to his mind, explaining his messy thoughts in a low voice.

He didn't know why he brought the subject here. But he always had a hunch that the Ming family's steward in front of him didn't seem to mind him asking this question.

...He even suspected that the other party had given him some vague reminders.

Every time Fang Hang came to see Minglu, after returning to the company, they would actually get together for a meeting.

Several managers who had just been competing head-on with others for resources, with a serious attitude that even other people passing by would find incomprehensible, picked out all possible details and racked their brains to analyze them over and over again.

In fact, the degree and duration of the Ming family's attention to related matters are somewhat abnormal.

They were with Mr. Luo almost every day and had no idea that Luo Zhi had any connection with the Ming family. If they had only met later on the ship, no matter how deep the impression was, it would not have led the Ming family to this extent.

Not to mention, Minglu would come and ask them not to implicate the artists... The style of this matter is too much like Mr. Xiao Luo.

At that time, public opinion had actually been somewhat confused by one piece of news after another, and there was no time to react, let alone vent anger.

Only Luo Zhi would ask them to do this as his first reaction in this situation.

Minglu nodded and said in a gentle voice: "Why don't you just ask?"

"I don't dare." Fang Hang smiled bitterly, "How dare I? What if..."

What if they were wrong and the Ming family failed to save Luo Zhi?

What if Luo Zhi's current condition is completely unable to withstand the slightest stimulation, and their rash questioning causes the situation, which has finally had a glimmer of hope, to turn into another disaster?

That is a patient forum. All the patients there are going to have craniotomy, and everyone knows the risks of this surgery. The post mentioned that the older brother's condition was much more serious than the little girl's. If he had to undergo surgery -

no.

They simply can't think about this.

Fang Hang rubbed his forehead hard, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.

The shock and disbelief that came with discovering the familiar features of the shadow lasted only a second before being suppressed by the overwhelming intensity of uneasiness.

"We know that this disease cannot stand any stimulation. If we ask, what will be the consequences..." Fang Hang couldn't continue. He paused and skipped the topic. "The post was updated on the day of the operation. None of us slept that night. The next day, we saw a post saying that the operations in that operating room were successful."

"We are very happy, but we dare not relax. The surgery is also very important."

Fang Hang said: "Then a few days later... we saw a mention in the post."

"It's mentioned in the post," Fang Hang said, "Big brother doesn't remember his sister."

"It was the head nurse who reminded me."

"We got to know each other again and became friends again."

Fang Hang sighed with a wry smile, raised his hand and rubbed his face: "Actually, we guessed it."

Luo Zhi had problems with her memory before.

They later discovered that, not just the time when they watched the sunrise at the beach, the other party had to rely on a memo to remember what they said.

This has happened many times before. It also happened during meetings. One time, Mr. Luo came to work and even got lost in his own company.

But the change was so slow and unnoticeable that they thought Luo Zhi was just too tired.

Luo Zhi had begun to tire easily. He would fall asleep in the middle of reading a script, and suddenly become distracted during meetings... They sent Mr. Luo, who had lost his way in his own company, back to the office. I asked jokingly, Mr. Luo is so young and can’t remember the way, what if he forgets them one day?

Mr. Luo rubbed his temples, sitting on the sofa and worrying. He followed the group of people who were making a fuss and sighed, saying yes, yes, what should he do?

…

Fang Hang came back to his senses and met Ming Lu's gaze.

He then realized that apart from the two questions he asked him, the other party had not said anything, neither refuted him nor made any explanation.

Fang Hang swallowed slowly. He looked at Ming Lu's calm expression, his chest rising and falling slightly: "So——"

Minglu asked: "What should we do?"

Fang Hang was stunned for more than ten seconds.

This reaction was totally unlike that of a qualified artist manager - but he himself seemed to have completely forgotten this.

Fang Hang looked at Ming Lu in disbelief.

His eyes suddenly lit up in disbelief. He stood up abruptly and walked back and forth a few steps. He then pulled his hair and tried his best to calm down, trying to force himself to sit back at the table.

He couldn't sit down any more, so he stood up again.

"What should I do?" Fang Hang repeated in a low voice, then immediately came to his senses, "Nothing should I do."

"Nothing to do. Nothing to do." Fang Hang repeated these words several times. He stood there with his mouth open for a long time. Suddenly he laughed out loud, but then he remembered that there were reporters nearby and immediately suppressed his laughter. "Oh my God."

Fang Hang was still pulling his hair. He simply pulled it again to make sure he was not dreaming, and then laughed: "You remember - you remember Xiang Luan, right?"

Fang Hang quickly added: "It's the kid I just told you about. He got into trouble again at the press conference."

He said that his artist "got into trouble again" but he was still smiling, and there was no sign of the professionalism of an artist manager at all.

When Fang Hang saw Ming Lu's expression, he immediately responded: "You went to the press conference?"

Minglu nodded: "How are you going to deal with it?"

Mr. Mingjia is a fan of celebrities. Based on his understanding of the entertainment industry during this period, he believes that the trouble Xiang Luan has caused this time is more serious than the last time.

This time the young singer is an adult. If Huaisheng Entertainment is not convenient to handle this matter, they can provide him with holiday singing jobs on the cruise ship that will not affect his studies.

"What are you going to deal with? Nothing." Fang Hang laughed. "He's the mouthpiece of our entire company."

Fang Hang said cheerfully: "His meaning is our meaning. Don't worry, we will take care of everything... nothing will go wrong."

"Leave it to us this time." Fang Hang assured, "Everything will be fine."

Minglu actually smiled this time and shook hands with him.

During the break of the press conference, he and his husband also went to the monitoring room to watch the press conference.

That's how public opinion works.

Extreme voices attract attention, and exciting events stir up emotions.

Even at this time, there were still reporters who raised the hypothesis of "what if Luo Zhi was still alive" with ulterior motives. Unfortunately, before they could further expand on this, Xiang Luan snatched the microphone away.

"I remember you." Xiang Luan stared at him, "You are the reporter who danced the most happily when Li Weiming spread rumors."

The 19-year-old singer suffered the greatest injustice at the time. The only injustice he suffered was being targeted and blackmailed for a few months. The rest was all protected by the company in an upright and aboveboard manner. He stared at the group of reporters with eyes as sharp as knives.

"And the press releases your family sent out." Xiang Luan looked for them one by one and wrote them all down in his notebook. "The marketing account your family linked to... the one in blue clothes over there, don't hide. I saw you in the live broadcast. You pretended to be a fan of Li Weiming and went to the hotel to block him."

"Our Boss Luo is missing. Missing, understand? He could have been alive. Maybe our Boss Luo was picked up by someone to treat his injuries or illness. Maybe he is being taken care of by someone, just like he took care of us - are you not understanding what I am saying to you?"

"You definitely don't understand. You don't even have the most basic moral integrity. Even raising this issue now is not an attempt to shirk responsibility? If you can't, you can't change what you did."

"You can smear me as much as you want. If you dare to smear me, I will terminate the contract. I will not implicate Mr. Luo's company."

Xiang Luan said: "If Mr. Luo is really gone, I will write a song for him every year and sing it to him alone at sea."

"If he is rescued, I will hug his legs and cry."

"I saw online that he's sick. If he doesn't remember us, then he's gone to live a great new life. It's okay if he never comes back. If he does, we'll all rush over and hug him and throw him into the sky."

Xiang Luan threw the microphone down and looked at the reporter whose face had changed. "What if you come to ask him if he's still alive? Who are you? Is it your turn?"