It rained all night that night, and Tong Wenping was squatting in the dilapidated house without a roof at first.
Later, the rain got heavier and heavier, and it was completely impossible to stay in the house, so he had to hide under a tree.
Fortunately, there was no thunder and lightning that night, otherwise his fate might have been the same as the tree that Shan Yanli had her eyes on and was struck by lightning.
Even if he hadn't been struck by lightning, his image wouldn't have been much better.
I fell down last night and crawled out of the mud. Now my hair is in tangles, making me look more like a beggar.
Fortunately, his assistant was smart and brought him a change of clothes when he came to pick him up, so he didn't have to wait until he returned to the hotel to wash them.
The last shot of the show was a lingering shot of their backs as they left, and Tong Wenping was able to end the filming as decently as possible to a certain extent.
Tong Wenping had been hiding from people and only showed up when he saw his assistant coming ashore. However, despite being so cautious, Jing Ye still bumped into him.
"Where did Teacher Tong escape to last night?"
Tong Wenping's assistant looked over at Jing Ye and couldn't help but feel a little strange. They had both stayed on the island for a week, but why was he so clean and tidy while Tong Wenping was so dirty and smelly.
Tong Wenping didn't want to pay attention to Jing Ye, but the young assistant couldn't ignore him.
"It rained all night last night. Our teacher was unlucky. The roof was damaged."
"Oh." Jing Ye raised his head, as if he had just noticed Tong Wenping's roof.
He tutted his tongue and said, "Your roof looks like it's gone. I'm not saying you were too perfunctory when you did the work the day before yesterday. You were burning newspapers at a grave, fooling the ghosts. You're working for yourself, not for others. How can you just put it up casually?"
How could Tong Wenping not know the quality of his work? He just wanted to pretend and get it done just to show his worth.
After coaxing Jiang Meng, Jiang Meng couldn't bear it anymore, so she would do the job herself.
In the end, his plan failed and he had to bear the consequences himself.
The assistant smiled sheepishly and tried to smooth things over for Tong Wenping, saying, "It rained heavily and was windy yesterday, so accidents are inevitable."
He said this just to save face. The two houses across the street were still in good condition after a night of heavy rain and could be lived in for another month without any problems.
"Teacher Tong, why are you so honest? When you saw the heavy rain, why didn't you take cover?"
Tong Wenping: "..."
Hide? Where can he hide? Where can he hide?
It's easy for you to talk without any pain in your waist. You just want to make a few sarcastic remarks and laugh at him.
Tong Wenping stopped his assistant from talking nonsense to Jing Ye and wasting his time changing clothes.
He went back to his small, roofless house to change his clothes, and the young assistant was outside admiring his shabby house.
I wonder how much money the program crew gave Tong Wenping to make him willingly live in such a shabby house.
It should be enough for him to pay the down payment for a 200-square-meter apartment. No, maybe even the full amount will be enough.
"Have you finished the task assigned to you?" Tong Wenping asked from inside.
The young assistant didn't have time to think about the mess and immediately returned to the door.
"It's done."
"You did it yourself?"
The assistant exclaimed, "Yes!"
Tong Wenping changed his clothes and came out, his face sullen, asking, "Did you look around inside?"
The assistant was stunned for half a second, then quickly said, "Teacher, you told me to do something, how could I possibly look at your things?"
Tong Wenping breathed a sigh of relief and stopped asking questions.
The young assistant accidentally met Jiang Meng on the boat on the way back. He was hesitant whether to say hello to her, wondering if his boss would be angry, after all, she would not be the boss's wife in the future. But Jiang Meng nodded to him without any hesitation.
"Since you want to divorce me, when do you plan to sit down with me to negotiate the division of property?" It was rare for Tong Wenping to face Jiang Meng calmly. Perhaps it was because he had no worries and was not afraid of being constrained by Jiang Meng, so he felt more confident.
Jiang Meng: "I need to consult a lawyer first, try to do it within a week."
Tong Wenping snorted and said, "I'm very busy. I have to meet with investors every day after I go back. If you have any inquiries, remember to make an appointment before contacting me."
Jiang Meng: "I understand. I will go back to pack my things tonight. Before the house is divided, I will move out and live with my parents."
Tong Wenping frowned after hearing this. Jiang Meng's meaning was very clear. She also wanted a house.
What a joke. Although the house is registered in Jiang Meng's name, he paid for it and the funds were transferred from his account.
Does she think she can have the house whenever she wants?
Is she worthy of owning a house worth tens of millions with nothing?
Tong Wenping was worried that the house he had worked so hard to earn for most of his life would be taken away by his ex-wife, so he couldn't wait to leave after getting off the boat and didn't even eat the big meal prepared by the program crew.
He hurried back to find his lawyer to discuss the house issue. He and Jiang Meng had no children, so he had to fight for the house!
The first thing Jing Ye did after getting the phone was to receive shocking news.
Pei Haotian has suspended his acting career indefinitely.
In other words, he retired from the entertainment industry.
This news was brought by Chi Cheng. He had been waiting for it since the morning, just wanting to tell this good news to his good teammates who were isolated from the world as soon as possible.
I heard Chi Cheng say that it was the program team's life account that "accidentally" sent the video of Pei Haotian and others, which led to the failure of Pei Haotian's conspiracy.
Jing Ye laughed so loudly.
"This production team doesn't have any conscience at all."
So many of those were accidentally posted, it was all a scheme by the production team.
Chi Cheng: "He's been humiliated this time, and it's even caused his family's stock to plummet for two days. I heard his family disliked him for bringing shame upon them, so they sent him to Southeast Asia to manage a contract manufacturing facility. He won't be back for a year or two. The media even photographed him leaving the day he left. Someone threw rotten eggs at him and cut up his materials right in front of him."
Jing Ye perked up when he heard this: "Do you have any pictures? Send them to me quickly."
Chi Cheng: "There are many more. When I finish, I will send them to you later. After talking about Pei Haotian, there is also the Golden Melody Award. You still remember it, right?"
Jing Ye: "I remember, how could I not remember."
Chi Cheng explained the operation of the Golden Melody Awards.
"They acted like we didn't want to vote, so they just removed our names. Then they replaced us with a new influencer. His vote count had been quite good before, after all, he was an influencer and had online clout. Then, a fan insider broke the news, saying that the influencer was rigging the votes. Most of his votes were rigged, and the fans felt the spoils were unevenly distributed, so he exposed himself."
"After the internet influencer was removed, there was another candidate missing, and then they came to us again, using veteran musicians as lobbyists. The Golden Melody Awards are really interesting. They're addicted to using us as substitutes, aren't they?"
Jing Ye frowned: "What did Brother Qian say?"
Chi Cheng rolled his eyes. "What can Brother Qian say? He politely declined. He's a senior in the industry. You can't just point your finger at him and scold him. That group of people noticed this, so they didn't dare show up directly. If their person in charge called me himself, I would have scolded him."
"Let's not talk about them. Where is our sister? Why is it always your old face? I'm tired of seeing it. I want to see our sister!" Chi Cheng stretched his neck to look behind Jing Ye in the camera.
Jing Ye: "No, who did you learn that from? You keep calling me sister. Who is your sister?"
Chi Cheng: "Who are we to each other? We even wore the same pants before. There is no difference between us. Your sister is my sister, our sister."
Jing Ye: "Let your mother give birth to you."
Chi Cheng: "I wanted to, too. I begged her for three days. I said I would raise the baby if she gave birth, but she blocked me. I'm still on her blacklist now."
Jing Ye: "..." He also wanted to block this idiot. He took it as a joke and actually pestered his old mother who was in her forties or fifties to have a second child. It was obvious that his brain was not working well.
Chi Cheng started to act like a rogue: "Okay captain, just let me talk to my sister, I'll just say hello."
Jing Ye said perfunctorily: "She is on the phone with my parents. She hasn't finished the call yet and has no time to talk to you."
But Chi Cheng could even pester his own mother for three days, so he is not someone who can be easily dismissed.
"Then I'll just take a look. One look isn't too much."
Jing Ye had no choice but to agree and go to the deck with his cell phone to look for someone.
Before anyone arrived, they heard Mingfu's voice.
"Yes, my family has always lived by the sea. You can come to my house with my brother in the future. There are many seafood stalls near my house. They are much better than what we have eaten on the island these days. There are also many flavors that you outsiders have never tasted."
Jing Ye paused.
This doesn't sound like a phone call to family at all.
He quickened his pace, taking two steps at a time.
When he walked onto the deck, he saw that his sister was not on the phone.
Instead, he sat on the deck fishing, with the annoying Xu Weixing next to him, and the two of them occasionally exchanged a few words.
It looks very harmonious, and precisely because of the harmony, it is extremely eye-catching.
"What are you doing?!" Jing Ye and Chi Cheng spoke almost at the same time.
However, when Chi Cheng's voice came from the phone, it seemed much weaker.
Then, before he could say a few more words, the video call between them was disconnected.
Chi Cheng wanted to call back, but found that there was no WiFi signal.
He held up his cell phone and looked around for a signal.
Qian Yu said, "Don't look for it, I turned off the router."
Chi Cheng: "Brother Qian, what are you doing? I'm already looking at our sister."
Qian Yu: "Now that you've seen it, you can go to the gym now. I've called you several times but you didn't listen."
Chi Cheng was anxious: "Back! Only back, I still want to say a few words to my sister."
Qian Yu: "When you successfully develop four-pack abs, I'll let Jing Ye take you to see it."
Four-pack abs?
Chi Cheng's eyes widened: "Are you asking me to die?"
He would never dream of doing something so big in his life.
Qian Yu: "As an idol, you have such a thick belly. Are you ashamed? Last time, a fan took a picture of your belly squeezing out of your clothes and then posted a picture of you looking like a star."
Chi Cheng: "Actually, the drawing is quite cute. I even secretly liked it on my second account."
"You quite like it, don't you?" Qian Yu glanced at him. "Why don't you just stop being an idol and partner with Jing Ye to be a comedian. I promise that no matter how big your figure is, you can pretend to be Patrick Star no matter how many pounds you want."
Chi Cheng smiled awkwardly: "How lonely Xu Weixing would be left alone. How could we two brothers abandon our younger brother?"
Qian Yu: "Why don't you go?"
Chi Cheng looked at Qian Yu with resentment, but Qian Yu was cold and ruthless. He could only go to the gym dejectedly and lift weights with resentment.
On this side, Ming Fu heard the noise and turned around.
"Boring, fishing."
Jing Ye: "Didn't you just say you wanted to call your parents?"
Ming Fu: "It's over."
"Why are you two sitting so close to each other?" Jing Ye squeezed in between the two of them and turned his head to stare at Xu Weixing warily.
Ming Fu was puzzled: "Brother, you can even sit in here, is this really that close?"
Xu Weixing: "Captain, keep your voice down. You're scaring the fish away."
At least Mingfu had a fishing rod in front of him, but Xu Weixing had nothing in front of him.
Jing Ye: "You don't have a fishing rod, what are you doing sitting here?"
"Accompany your sister...fishing." As soon as Xu Wei finished speaking, he saw a ferocious expression on Jing Ye's face.
He smiled deliberately, paused, and seeing Jing Ye was about to explode, he continued, "That's impossible. I just came here to make a phone call, and after finishing the call, I was on the deck enjoying the sea breeze."
"I just sat down and you showed up in less than two minutes."
"Really?" Jing Ye stared at Xu Weixing questioningly.
"If you don't believe me, ask your sister."
Jing Ye was too lazy to ask. Anyway, no matter whether it was Xu Weixing or Chi Cheng, they had no chance of snatching his sister from him.
It’s their own mother’s fault for not giving birth to another child. Now they want to snatch the ready-made one from him, but there’s no way!
In order to prevent his sister from having too much contact with Xu Weixing, Jing Ye took Ming Fu back to the hotel for a brief rest and booked a return ticket for her that day.
Mingfu went to the airport with Bai Yinyin. Bai Yinyin's plane had to stop at the airport where Mingfu lived, so Jing Ye felt at ease letting Mingfu go alone. Otherwise, he would definitely send Mingfu back personally.
Bai Yinyin also knew about Pei Haotian's situation at this time. She sighed and felt a little disappointed.
Thinking about the image of Pei Haotian in her mind before, it almost collapsed in these few days.
But now Bai Yinyin has also let it go.
"I heard he went to Southeast Asia and might not come back for several years. I plan to pay back the money I owe him over the next few years. Even if he comes back in the future, it will have nothing to do with me."
"Maybe you can pay it back in a year, not a few years," Ming Fu said.
Bai Yinyin is the heroine after all. In the original book, it only took her one year to pay back the money she owed Pei Haotian. Now that she has realized it earlier, it shouldn't take her longer.
Suddenly, Bai Yinyin became very excited: "Shao Yi introduced me to a play and asked me to audition. Although it is just a small supporting role, if I can play more roles and work harder, I believe I can pay back the money quickly, not just for a few years."
Mingfu saw light in Bai Yinyin's eyes, the light of beautiful hope for the future.
In the original book, Bai Yinyin did enter the circle just for Pei Haotian at first, but after entering the circle, she did not slack off. Instead, she honed her acting skills, gradually fell in love with the identity of an actor, and her acting skills became better and better. She was soon appreciated by a famous director, and became a big hit for the first time she starred in the circle.
Since then, she has won awards year after year and has become a true box office queen.
In the book, she was only then worthy of being on par with Pei Haotian.
But in reality, Pei Haotian has long been unworthy of Bai Yinyin.
Ming Fu: "Act well, you will be successful. Believe in yourself, you can also show your own characteristics in a small supporting role."
Bai Yinyin is just a newcomer and has never played a serious role. This is the first time she feels recognized by others.
She nodded with excitement and sobs, and secretly made up her mind that she must act well, study the script carefully, figure out the role, and make a name for herself as soon as possible so as not to disappoint Mingfu's expectations of her.
At the airport, someone came to pick Ming Fu up. Ming's parents were already waiting at the airport.
Bai Yinyin waved goodbye to her and didn't dare to look away until she could no longer see her.
"How come you've lost so much weight? I told you not to go, and now all the little weight I put on has gone away."
Ming Bojun had long forgotten that it was he who agreed first because he doted on his daughter, and then they forced Jing Ye to agree.
Now when he saw the thin Ming Fu, all he felt was regret.
Jing Yue felt distressed when he saw his daughter had lost weight: "We bought you a lot of delicious food at home, let's go home and make up for it. Where's your brother? Why didn't he remember to send you home?"
Ming Fu: "He has to rush back to work. I heard he has an announcement tonight."
Even though Ming Bojun knew Jing Ye was busy with work, he was still furious: "Yes, yes, his work is more important. His work is more important than anything else. His family has to take a back seat. With his hard work, people who don't know him would think he's made a fortune."
He even looked down on the little money Jing Ye earned after working so hard.
"He really didn't get rich." Ming Fu smiled secretly, "Ming Xi gave me all his announcement fees."
There was no need to act out the deep brother-sister love on TV; she just called Jing Ye by his full name.
Ming Bojun: "My daughter is very capable. She can pluck feathers from a stingy man. Tell dad how much she plucked from him."
Mingfu whispered a number, which was several hundred thousand after tax.
Ming Bojun's eyebrows lit up with joy: "I can't believe my daughter has become a wealthy woman."
Mingfu thought about the money he had spent on medical treatment over the years, and very sensibly took out the money.
"Dad, please save it for me."
Ming Bojun: "Why give us your own money if you can just save it yourself? The little rich woman can learn financial management herself and use this money to test the waters."
Jing Yue also said: "At your age, you can start learning how to manage your finances."
Mingfu didn't expect that her family was in such a difficult situation, but her parents were still unwilling to accept her money. This was completely different from the parents who had cheated their children out of their New Year's money since they were young.
Although she was touched, she still had to give them the money.
"You should save it. I'll need a lot of money for school in the future."
Jing Yue: "How much does it cost for you to go to school? Your parents are not short of money."
Ming Bojun: "Dad is too lazy to save the little money you have, he just keeps it for pocket money."
"?" Ming Fu, "Dad, you just said I was a little rich woman."
Her father doesn't have much money, but he speaks in a very arrogant tone.
Ming Bojun laughed awkwardly, "Sorry, little rich girl, Dad was wrong. Let's go back and eat first. You don't know, I haven't dared to watch TV these past few days. The first day I saw you suffer on TV, Dad was so upset that I couldn't sleep well all night."
Jing Yue teased, "You feel uncomfortable watching it, but you still want to watch it the next day?"
Ming Bojun choked up and said, "It would be even more painful if I didn't watch it."
The Ming Fu family of three happily returned home for dinner. Bai Yinyin was rushing to the audition, Jing Ye and Xu Weixing were rushing to attend announcements, and Shao Yi joined a new crew.
Everyone is either reuniting with their family or working hard, and they are all living a fulfilling life.
Only artist Tong Wenping was shrouded in shadow.
When he came back, he first met with a lawyer and talked with him for more than two hours. He was completely confident that he could get the house.
Afterwards, he contacted several film and television companies that he frequently cooperated with. When they learned about his situation, they all said that it was difficult to buy him for the time being. In fact, they just wanted to lower the price from him, and the pressure was even higher than before.
Tong Wenping was reluctant to sell it at a low price. First of all, a script embodies his hard work. Secondly, since Jiang Meng is not around, the efficiency and quality of his script creation will definitely not be as good as before.
It is precisely because of this that Tong Wenping is even more aware that he cannot sell at a low price.
Tong Wenping smoked half a pack of cigarettes in the office.
At this time, I received a call from Jiang Meng.
"What? Have you found a lawyer?" Tong Wenping was in a bad mood and spoke in an aggressive tone. He leaned back in his boss chair and pinched his eyebrows.
Jiang Meng ignored his temper and just focused on her own business.
"Where's my notebook?"
"What notebook?" Tong Wenping asked casually, then remembered what she was asking about and immediately sat up straight.
Jiang Meng: "My old notebook, used for writing stories. I remember you put it away, but it's not in the study."
Tong Wenping couldn't help but feel lucky at this time. Fortunately, he had asked someone to deal with it in advance.
At the same time, I was also fortunate that I was smart enough not to believe Jiang Meng’s nonsense.
She said she would not tell anyone about this, but when she came back she started looking for the notebook. No one could tell her purpose.
Tong Wenping: "Isn't he in the study?"
Jiang Meng: "No, I don't know where you put it after you looked it up last time."
Tong Wenping: "How would I know? I haven't seen it in years."
Jiang Mengzhi asked him loudly, "You've been keeping these things the whole time. How do you know about them now?"
Tong Wenping's voice was even louder than Jiang Meng's, and he slammed the table.
"What do you mean I'm keeping it? Don't you live at home with me? Besides, you're usually the one cleaning the room, and you don't even remember it? Now you're asking me?"
Jiang Meng didn't want to argue with him, so she changed the subject and asked, "What's the combination to your safe?"
Tong Wenping sneered: "You don't think I'm hiding in a safe, do you?"
Jiang Meng: "I can't watch?"
"Humph!" Tong Wenping said, "Then open it and see if your precious notebook is hidden in the safe."
Then he told me the combination to the safe.
After a series of code key sounds, the safe opened.
Tong Wenping could already imagine Jiang Meng's expression at this moment. He asked sarcastically, "See? Is there your notebook?"
Jiang Meng: "Where did you put my notebook? I said I wouldn't leak it, and I definitely won't. I just wanted to keep it as a souvenir."
Tong Wenping still said the same thing: "How should I know?"
"I've moved so many times, and I've lost my books several times. Who knows where your notebook is?"
Jiang Meng didn't believe that several notebooks could be lost at once.
But Tong Wenping was unwilling to hand it over, and she was helpless and could only hang up the phone.
After hanging up the phone with Jiang Meng, Tong Wenping finally felt better. He couldn't help but feel happy when he thought of Jiang Meng sulking alone.
He was just about to call his assistant in to ask him about the details of burning the notebook.
Unexpectedly, his cell phone rang again, this time it was an unfamiliar number.
"Is Tong Wenping the great writer?" The other person's voice was unfamiliar.
The other party's tone made Tong Wenping feel strangely uncomfortable.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. I want to ask, do you know Jiang Meng's notebook in Class 1, Grade 4?"
Tong Wenping stood up quickly, his heart beating wildly.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't need to ask me what I mean. You just need to answer me. Do you know this notebook of Jiang Meng from Class 1, Grade 4?"
Tong Wenping did not answer, and heavy breathing could be heard through the receiver.
The unfamiliar voice spoke calmly, "If you're not the owner of this notebook, then I can only put it online to look for the owner."
"Wait!" Tong Wenping shouted, then said, "I am the owner of this notebook."
The other party suddenly realized: "Oh, so you are the owner of Jiang Meng's notebook from Class 4, Grade 1. Interesting."
Tong Wenping heard the sarcasm in the other party's words, but he didn't care about it. Didn't the assistant say he had dealt with it? Why was it in someone else's hands?
"How did you get this notebook?"
"Don't worry about how I got it. I just want to ask you, do you still want your notebook?"
Tong Wenping was no fool, so he naturally guessed why the other party called.
"Name your price."
"That's great," the other person said with a hearty smile.
"8 million, no bargaining."
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