Spending less time together, “no money” and “no time”…
This time, Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou's affair was even more like an affair than the one in the imperial capital.
At six o'clock in the morning, Leng Sui appeared at the door on time and made three phone calls before waking Wen Zichuan up.
It was too late to hide people at this time. Wen Zichuan thought about it and decided that Leng Sui would find out sooner or later anyway, so he didn't plan to hide it from him.
"It's safe inside Lilemen. Teacher Wen, go ahead," Leng Sui glanced at Cheng Sizhou. "Wait half an hour before leaving. Is that okay?"
"I have no problem," Cheng Sizhou said, taking Wen Zichuan's arm and thrusting his fallen sunglasses at him. "It's just that this is a bit unnecessary."
Hearing his unfriendly tone, Leng Sui was not willing to be outdone: "Boss Wei has told me to be responsible for Teacher Wen's safety. It's best to have less contact with irrelevant people to avoid being photographed by paparazzi."
"Then you have to pay more attention to it. If you don't take good care of Teacher Wen and lose your job, it will be embarrassing."
Seeing that the tension between them was growing, Wen Zichuan hurriedly reminded him, "Be careful on your business trip," and pushed Leng Sui away.
Cheng Sizhou stood there for a long time. Although he had prepared himself mentally many times, he was still devastated by Wen Zichuan's departing back.
Too many times, he has experienced the scene of Zichuan turning around and leaving too many times, and he left himself there like a pile of abandoned garbage.
Admittedly, when it comes to talking skills, he is definitely better than Leng Sui, but what’s the use?
He is not from the entertainment industry and has no money. The sense of security he provides to Zichuan is not even as good as that of a bodyguard.
"Cheng Sizhou!" Someone suddenly called him from the corridor, "Why are you here?!"
Cheng Sizhou was facing the light, and he squinted his eyes to see the person coming: "Meng Fanyu...?"
"This place is so huge, like a maze," Meng Fanyu looked around, and was finally attracted by the room sign. "Wow! SVIP! Who did you hook up with, kid?!"
Meng Fanyu is the only son of sculptor Meng Qingyun. They met at the Children's Palace in elementary school. Because their painting skills were equally good, they were called the "Universe" combination by other teachers and students.
At this time in the morning, Meng Fanyu was wearing a tight vest and tight shorts, and it was obvious that he was getting ready to exercise.
"Let's go, let's run together?" Meng Fanyu felt that a story was about to begin, and enthusiastically invited his childhood friend to exercise together.
"I've checked in my luggage. Wait for me to change my clothes." Cheng Sizhou's shirt was wrinkled by Wen Zichuan and was completely unsightly.
Meng Fanyu and Cheng Sizhou don’t contact each other often. They are the kind of friends who only greet each other during festivals and find out about each other’s recent situation.
The last time they met was at Jiang Yunli's funeral. Meng Fanyu knew that his mental state was not very good, and later he heard rumors that he had come out publicly.
In the empty gym at Lilemen, they were the first two to arrive. Cheng Sizhou was jogging on the treadmill, while Meng Fanyu was lifting weights on the side.
"You mean, the boyfriend you came out to is the popular Wen Zichuan?" Meng Fanyu was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
"When we were dating, he wasn't even a top star." Cheng Sizhuo asked him sincerely, "Isn't it unreasonable for a top star to date an ordinary person?"
"Want to hear the truth?"
"you say."
"From what I've seen, many celebrities end up choosing amateurs."
"Why? We have different professions, so it's hard for us to have any intersection."
"As for celebrities, one person can earn enough to cover the family expenses. Their partners usually don't need to work, they just need to take care of the family."
What Meng Fanyu said made sense, but Cheng Sizhou worked at the Lantern Festival and had a salary, so he couldn't just quit.
And after he quit, could he stay with Zichuan? He didn't understand the rules and regulations of the entertainment industry, and forcing himself to join in would only cause trouble for Zichuan.
"Weren't you quite cheerful before? Why do you frown every time you say a few words now?" Meng Fanyu sighed, seeing his childhood friend fall in love and even his personality was distorted.
"I really don't know what to do. It seems that no matter what I choose, I will only delay him." Cheng Sizhou wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose. In front of Meng Fanyu, a friend who was neither close nor distant, he could actually express his true thoughts.
"Let me put it this way," Meng Fanyu put down his equipment and sat down on the ground. "Don't you have a saying in the civil service exam circle? The first thing you do when you get ashore is to kill the person you love. It's the same in the entertainment industry, especially for someone like Wen Zichuan who became an overnight sensation. Even if he absolutely doesn't want to break up, there are companies, investors, and fans who will force him to break up with you."
"But he's very attached to me now, and I can't bear to leave him."
"Because the time has not come yet. Wait until his net worth goes up, wait until he realizes that his every word and action affects millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue. If he's a normal person, he won't joke about such a thing."
"The last time I broke up with him, it was because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to come back after going to Dragon Ridge Mountain. I can't break up with him a second time."
"No, I really don't need that. According to Xingyu Feiyu's habit, if there's any sign of trouble, they'll immediately issue a statement on behalf of their artist."
Cheng Sizhou understood the implicit meaning of Meng Fanyu's words. No matter what true love or reluctance he had, as long as it touched the fundamental interests of the company and the artist, breaking up was a matter of a statement.
In the current situation, there is no need to consider individual wishes. Individuals are also part of the collective. Individuals cannot afford the consequences of forcibly violating the collective direction and ignoring the overall situation.
"Talking to a top star is quite stressful. Life is only 30,000 days long, so don't worry about it. Just let it go." Meng Fanyu tried to come up with a few words to comfort him, but he didn't know if they hit the point.
"Well, let it be." Cheng Sizhou switched from jogging to brisk walking. He said he was not bothered, but his mind was full of Wen Zichuan's appearance last night.
After he became famous, more and more people liked him, and he became more and more handsome. Occasionally, just a glance from him would make her heart beat fast, not to mention when he hugged her and stuck to her. Her fair and soft body was held in his arms, blooming like a fresh rose.
Seeing that he was distracted again, Meng Fanyu asked, "Where do you live now? Come out and play with me when you have time. Don't let yourself get so bored."
Cheng Sizhou shook his head: "I haven't found a place to live yet. I have to go look for a house later."
Meng Fanyu thought for a moment and said, "Dengbo has moved to Shujiashan. Your work is quite far away now... How about you stay at my place for a few days?"
After asking in detail, Cheng Sizhou found out that Meng Fanyu had bought an old sculpture factory from Meng Qingyun and converted it into a prop factory. It was just north of Dengyuan, making it convenient to go into the city to the south and to Shujiashan to the north.
The only drawback is that the prop factory is located close to the urban-rural fringe, and living conditions are definitely much more difficult than in the city.
"Okay, I'll stay here for a few days. When I have more money, I'll look for a house."
"Hey! We're just friends. As long as Master Cheng doesn't mind my simple place, that's all that's fine!"
With Meng Fanyu's help, the housing problem was solved and a lot of rent money was immediately saved.
The prop factory was rebuilt from an old industrial factory building. It is a large frame structure that is about thirty to forty meters long and fifteen or sixteen meters wide. There are no partition walls, and you can see from one end to the other at a glance.
There is a three-story house next to the factory. The first floor is for workers to live in, the second floor is Meng Fanyu's studio, with a small bedroom, and the third floor is idle, so he let Cheng Sizhou live in it.
Meng Qingyun is a recognized sculptor in the industry. He himself is also very artistic. Even if the places he has been to are originally ordinary, he will make them look very stylish.
Cheng Sizhou stood on the third floor and looked into the distance. The path leading to the prop factory was lined with flowers on both sides, and the edge of the flower bed was decorated with exquisite fences. The sign at the fork in the road was an imaginative sculpture. The roof of the prop factory was also used as a canvas, and an extremely abstract postmodern painting was painted with acrylic.
Meng Fanyu is a rich second-generation. He tinkers with the props factory and starts a business while having fun.
He paid his workers and apprentices exceptionally generous wages and did not require them to clock in or out. Sometimes, at eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, his subordinates would still be in the factory working overtime voluntarily.
Because of the money issue, Cheng Sizhou couldn't sleep well. He often went to the factory to take a look at the strange props.
Meng Fanyu enthusiastically introduced to him that one of them was newly made. It looked like two male and female swords, but there was actually a mechanism on the hilt. When the mechanism was activated, it could be combined into a weapon similar to a propeller. Every time the protagonist "combined the two swords", it was about to go big.
"Nowadays, all TV dramas are adapted from online novels. The authors have wild imaginations, and fans demand restoration. So, isn't that where our business is coming from?"
Cheng Sizhou looked carefully at the flexible mechanism. It used the principle of spring and mortise and tenon, which was not unfamiliar to him.
"How much can a custom-made prop like this sell for?"
Meng Fanyu made a "three" gesture and asked him to guess.
"Thirty thousand?"
"Three hundred thousand."
Cheng Sizhou was really shocked by the price. Although he mainly focused on ceramic restoration, the Lantern Museum also had other restoration teams. Everyone worked hard for a year, and with the year-end bonus, it would be good to have an all-inclusive salary of 150,000.
Meng Fanyu earns two years' income from selling one prop. No wonder he works for others, while Meng Fanyu is his own boss.
Cheng Sizhou weighed the two swords, closed them easily, and opened them easily: "I can make these things too."
"It's not that I don't trust your skills," Meng Fanyu said, arm in arm with him. "You have to work during the day and come back quite late at night. Can your body handle it?"
"You'll know after you give it a try," Cheng Sizhou negotiated with him, "I'll practice with the master for a month. When I learn, you can pay me."
"Oh my god, why are you working so hard? Is it for Wen Zichuan?"
"If it were you, you wouldn't be willing to just eat this bowl of soft rice."
"Hey... talking to a top star, who wouldn't be a gigolo? What if you make a hundred and sell a hundred? Earning thirty million is just a fraction of Wen Zichuan's worth!"
Cheng Sizhou didn't want to think about it anymore. The psychologist told him that finding more tangible things to do and reducing the frequency of daydreaming would help relieve depression and anxiety symptoms.
Making props is a very realistic thing. He can see with his eyes, make it with his hands, communicate and study with the masters, and when he finally completes it, he feels a sense of accomplishment.
The work in the printing room is not busy these two days. As soon as Cheng Sizhou gets off work, he goes back to the prop factory without stopping to learn modeling from the master and help the master mix materials and make samples.
He has a solid foundation in software and learns it easily.
With the knowledge he gained in the Lighting Expo over the past few years, he can quickly analyze and disassemble any bizarre thing that comes to him, find the most feasible solution, and then model and make samples. The samples he makes are meticulous and almost error-free.
In front of Meng Fanyu, the master kept praising him for his ingenuity, saying that he was an old craftsman who changed careers and relied on experience. It was rare to find such a talented young man.
Meng Fanyu said that he is smart and has been very smart since he was a child.
Cheng Sizhou is a smart man who can transform himself into a specific shape according to the needs of others.
His parents hoped that he would be an obedient and sensible son, and he did so; Master Jiang hoped that he would be a diligent and serious apprentice, and he did so.
Now, for Wen Zichuan, he wants to be a partner worthy of the top star, so he doesn't care about gains and losses, he just plunges into it and does it with confidence and determination.
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