Chapter 26 A pitiful performance
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Mo Qinan opened his mouth in disbelief, pointed at Song Mingjiao, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Song Mingjiao smiled slightly, hiding his achievements and fame.
Mo Qinan thought that Director Qiu's connection was the result of his and his agent's efforts, but in fact, he was the one behind the scenes, otherwise Mo Qinan would not have been able to get in touch with him.
As for Director Qiu, the old man didn't pay much attention to the latest news in the entertainment industry. Just a few leaks made Director Qiu think that he and Mo Qinan had a close relationship.
In fact, it can't be considered a concealment. After all, based on the previous data, the various signs of intimacy between Song Mingjiao and Mo Qinan are too easy to find, and there is also evidence of their relationship with the entertainment company.
Song Mingjiao just kept this hidden thread buried, like tying an apple in front of a donkey, keeping the donkey hanging and playing with it, just waiting to reel in the line today so that he could watch a good show.
Song Mingjiao knew that Director Qiu would ask him out today. Director Qiu was a person of the older generation, having come from the last century. He preferred elegance and grace, so he changed his clothes specially today.
Director Qiu had not yet noticed anything was wrong between the two of them, and thought that he had called Song Mingjiao's friends to give little Mingjiao a surprise.
It is normal for investors to be in the circle. Not all of them are like Mo Qinan, full of sexual transactions. Director Qiu naturally did not think about it that way. After all, in the eyes of the elders, Song Mingjiao is indeed a good boy.
"Ming Jiao, I sent someone to inquire about this. You have a good relationship with this Mo Qinan, right? Oh, I used to think you had no interest in the entertainment industry. If I had known you had friends in the industry, I would have been able to take care of you sooner."
Director Qiu invited Mo Qinan to take a seat. He was usually either directing a play or looking for inspiration for a new play. He didn't pay much attention to trending searches and online public opinion, and he didn't know about the latest variety show events.
Mo Qinan pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, not knowing what to say.
As much hope as he once had of climbing up the ladder to Director Qiu's rank, he now feels as embarrassed.
Especially when Song Mingjiao hadn't kicked him out yet, he was clearly secretly looking for another way out. He thought he had won the favor of the big director with his own abilities, but in the end it was because of Song Mingjiao's favor?
Mo Qinan clenched his fists under the table.
But now that things have come to this, Mo Qinan took a deep breath, pretending not to see Song Mingjiao's gaze, controlling his expression, and only said to Director Qiu: "Yes, Mingjiao and I have a good relationship, I-"
Before he could finish his words, the crisp sound of a teacup falling on the table and breaking broke the atmosphere in the box.
From the moment Mo Qinan came in, Song Mingjiao had been holding his chin with one hand, watching the performance, until now, when he "accidentally" broke the teacup.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle Qiu, I broke the tea set you just gave me."
He raised his beautiful eyes and looked across. The teacup shattered beside his hand. Fortunately, there was no scalding tea in it.
"Are you hurt? Tea sets are not as important as people. Let me take a look at your hand." Director Qiu heard the noise, left Mo Qinan where he was, and quickly looked over. He pulled Song Mingjiao's wrist to check, and fortunately, he was not hurt.
He was about to ring the bell again: "Hurry, hurry, I'll ask someone to replace the tea set. Be careful with the broken pieces."
Song Mingjiao's wide sleeves were soaked by tea and stuck to her wrists, highlighting the thinness of that part.
This is his carefully selected new outfit! It's flowing and beautiful, and he loves it! The price of today's game is really too high!
Song Mingjiao protected his sleeves and stopped Director Qiu's action. In the face of Director Qiu's puzzled eyes, he smiled softly and explained:
"A broken teacup is broken. Even if you replace it, it will be hard to please people again. The same is true for people."
After Song Mingjiao said this, even though Director Qiu was old, he was not so slow-witted. He gradually realized what Song Mingjiao meant.
Song Mingjiao sighed again, "I'm very grateful that Uncle Qiu has always been thinking of me, but Mr. Mo and I haven't seen each other for a long time. He's a rising star in the entertainment industry and a very busy man. How could he still remember me?"
He turned towards Mo Qinnan and winked at him, even looking a little friendly: "Right? Mo Qinnan?"
Mo Qinan's face turned ashen.
Director Qiu understood what he meant, and his friendly expression towards Mo Qinan suddenly faded: "Is that so."
Director Qiu has been in the industry for many years, so he naturally knows the current impetuous atmosphere in the circle. He thought it was another good story, but he didn't expect him to be an ungrateful person.
"Contact my assistant. He'll send you the audition clip. If you pass, we'll talk about it."
Director Qiu still maintained his composure. After all, he was the one who called the person over, but whether he could use the back door or not depended on his mood.
Mo Qinan barely suppressed the embarrassment in his heart and tried to make a final push: "Director Qiu, I brought here the films I've acted in over the years. Would you like to take a look? I've admired you for a long time and have always wanted to have the opportunity to work with you."
Director Qiu swept the tea tray, sweeping Mo Qinan's hand aside.
Song Mingjiao looked at Director Qiu's deliberate actions and held back his laughter. The old man might have thought that he was bullied and was venting his anger for him.
He then pretended to have suddenly remembered something and said, "Hey, Uncle Qiu, I have the right to speak on this. Mo Qinan's acting is very good. I often heard former directors praise him, saying that he can shoot multiple takes for a scene and often gets to audition in person with the director. He is very dedicated."
This is more praise than criticism.
Isn't it just saying that Mo Qinan always does so many NGs, which annoys the director so much that he has to come on stage and teach him how to act?
Mo Qinan couldn't stand it any longer: "Song Mingjiao, don't go too far!"
Director Qiu slammed his teacup down on the table. "Ming Jiao is a distinguished guest, the current chairman of Chenxing Group. Even my film relies on investment from one of their subsidiaries. Mo Qinan, watch your words."
Mo Qinan suddenly felt it was ridiculous: "Him? Chenxing Group?"
That was a small entertainment company with only a few employees. How could Song Mingjiao, who seemed to be doing nothing all day, be the manager of such a huge company?
Mo Qinan turned his head and looked over. Song Mingjiao was holding his face with his hands. He accepted the title without any guilt and blinked at him, as if to say: Oh, you don’t know?
Mo Qinan felt dizzy. Why did he have such an important identity but Song Mingjiao had no idea about it even though he and she had slept in the same bed for several years?
Just at this moment, Director Qiu's cell phone rang, as if there was something urgent that needed to be dealt with.
Song Mingjiao said sympathetically, "It's okay, Uncle Qiu, you can go first."
Director Qiu nodded, then frowned at Mo Qinan. He wanted to ask someone to take Mo Qinan away as well, but he didn't expect this man to be so stubborn. He stared at Song Mingjiao intently: "You've been lying to me! Give me an explanation!"
Some tall and strong security guards came in and carried Mo Qinnan out, but Mo Qinnan was already shouting as if he had lost his mind. Director Qiu probably had never seen such a shameless person. When he thought about inviting him to today's tea party, his face darkened.
"It's okay, Uncle Qiu, just let me catch up with him. After all, it's been a while since we last saw each other."
Song Mingjiao stood up, his wide moon-white sleeves hanging down to his side. The sunlight shining through the window gave him a sense of brilliance.
Director Qiu was indeed very anxious. He nodded and left. Mo Qinan was released by the security guards. Just as he was about to pounce on Song Mingjiao, he was forcibly pressed to the ground and knelt in front of Song Mingjiao.
And he is an old acquaintance, the bodyguard who follows Song Mingjiao around and lingers around, Li Yuanhua.
Song Mingjiao walked up to Mo Qinnan and turned around in front of him, his flowing clothes brushing against Mo Qinnan. Then he half-knelt down, looking at Mo Qinnan at eye level, and asked with a smile, "Do I look good today?"
Mo Qinnan found it even more ridiculous. Given their current relationship, was it still possible to ask such an intimate question?
Fortunately, Song Mingjiao didn't need his answer and continued to speak: "Such a beautiful dress, but you stained it. It's hard to clean."
There was even a hint of aggrievedness in his voice, and he sounded like he was really unhappy about the clothes.
But soon Song Mingjiao changed the subject: "Just like you, a stain, a piece of dog-skin plaster, it takes a lot of effort to wash it off."
"You were the one who lied to me first! If you had told me it was the Chenxing Group, how could I, how could I..."
Mo Qinan suddenly couldn't continue. If Song Mingjiao had a higher status, would he eagerly catch up? Could it be that he really was a person who flattered the powerful and looked down on the weak?
Mo Qinan tried to break free, but the bodyguard twisted his hands behind his back and dislocated his joints. He was sweating profusely from the pain and yelled at the bodyguard, "You're nothing but a dog by Song Mingjiao's side!"
The bodyguard pursed his lips and said nothing.
Song Mingjiao squatted down and patted Mo Qinan's face: "Then what do you want me to do? In your imagination, should I be like this?"
Song Mingjiao cleared his throat, coughed twice, and then his expression changed instantly.
His eyes were filled with mist, the corners of his eyes were red, and tears hung on his long eyelashes, threatening to fall. He bit his lip and looked at me, his eyes full of grievance and sadness. His hair covered the side of his face. He was trembling pitifully, even the tip of his nose was flushed. He said pitifully, "I, I really didn't mean to hide it from you."
Mo Qinan was in a trance for a moment. Just as he was about to be tempted to speak, he heard Song Mingjiao laugh and asked the bodyguard behind him: "How was my performance?"
"Master is very handsome!"
Song Mingjiao was dissatisfied, feeling that the praise was not enough, and instructed the bodyguard: "Quickly call the professionals out. You should have remembered to turn on the video, right?"
Mo Qinan then realized that while he was being held down like a clown, Song Mingjiao was actually connected to the video, and the disgusting voice of He Wang came from the other side of the screen.
"The baby's acting is amazing!"
Song Mingjiao reluctantly accepted it and got down to business: "Do you like today's surprise?"
He started counting on his fingers, "What should I do? Look at your current situation. As for your reputation, you're plagued by negative news. You've lost your chance to clean up your act on variety shows. As for your movies, the famous director you wanted to work with is gone. As for your resources, it's because you've offended a capitalist like me. You can't even sing well, and your acting is just deceiving your fans. I'm worried about you."
Song Mingjiao pulled out his phone like a magic trick and forced Mo Qinan to look at the screen. "Look, they've all started calling you a bad artist. But I think they've wronged you. This is just about personal morality. There's a threshold for being a bad artist, too. Keep going, I'll work hard to achieve it for you. No need to thank me!"
Mo Qinnan suddenly felt a panic: "What do you want to do!"
Song Mingjiao smiled and said, "I want you to know that it should be an honor to be a dog by my side."
He stood up and ordered, "Li Yuanhua, kiss me."
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