The deceased's biological father was a gambling addict and a driver? ...
The crux of the matter still comes back to that batch of porcelain.
After Zhou Han left, Cheng Sizhou hurriedly called Yu Ming, but the call didn't go through, or maybe Yu Ming didn't want to pay attention to him.
The meridians in his forehead were throbbing, and his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a hand. He couldn't breathe. He opened the window, and the moment the wind blew in, he suddenly thought of something.
Did Senior Brother Yu slip him a piece of paper when he was drunk that night?
What's drawn on the paper? Is it related to the porcelain?
Where's the paper? It's not in my pocket! Where did that piece of paper go?!
Cheng Sizhou was gasping for breath. The more he recalled, the more fragmented and messy the images in his mind seemed. The continuous pain almost made him hallucinate.
He held onto the wall and walked to the washing machine. He opened the drum cover and stared at the mottled and raised inner wall. He reached in and found that there were no clothes inside.
Yes, I got my clothes dirty when I was drunk that day, so Zichuan took them to wash after I changed them.
Cheng Sizhou stumbled to the balcony, where all kinds of clothes were hanging high. He looked up and suddenly felt dizzy.
He held onto the wall and finally managed to stand steady, then he pulled down the clothes hanging on the clothesline one by one and took them out from his pockets one by one.
But there’s no paper! I can’t find the piece of paper I drew on anywhere!
Cheng Sizhou was so anxious that he wanted to call Wen Zichuan to ask for help. He frantically searched for his phone and found that he had just called Yu Ming and the phone was in his hand.
"Hey Zichuan, listen to me, have you seen a piece of paper in my pocket?" Cheng Sizhou spoke quickly.
"What kind of paper?" Wen Zichuan was waiting for his scene on the set. It was so noisy around him that he had to walk away from the crowd.
"There's something drawn on the paper. Do you remember what it is?" Cheng Sizhou became more and more anxious.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Zichuan could hear something wrong in his tone.
"Think carefully, what's on that piece of paper?"
"What kind of paper? I've never seen it before."
"Impossible! Impossible! You washed the clothes, tell me, tell me now!"
Wen Zichuan was wondering when someone suddenly called out from behind: "Teacher Wen, it's your turn——"
"Coming!" The camera and the co-actor were ready, so he had to hang up the phone in a hurry, planning to call back after finishing work.
Next is a scene of being captured. Wen Zichuan needs to kneel on a river beach full of pebbles, be slapped three times by the villain, and then be rescued by the character played by Wei Xiaoming.
The slapping in the play was all acted out. One person made a waving gesture, and the other turned his face in time. As long as they coordinated well, it would be passed. The makeup artist would come over to apply special effects makeup to the person who was hit.
In order to make the performance more realistic, the director asked the actor to put in as much effort as possible.
Wen Zichuan knelt in front of the camera, ready to be "beaten". When he was trying to save one shot, he was careless and failed to turn his face in time. With a loud "slap", he was slapped hard.
Wei Xiaoming, who was waiting for his turn nearby, immediately rushed over and yelled at the actor, "What are you doing?!"
Wen Zichuan knew that Cheng Sizhou's call made him feel very bad. He tried hard to adjust, but he still inevitably lost his form. He couldn't blame the co-actor entirely.
"Hey, the prince is angry?" The actor's name was Shi Wenyao. He was at most jealous of Wen Zichuan, who was not as famous as him, because he was the leading actor, but for Wei Xiaoming, he let go of all the new and old grudges.
"Apologize to him." Wei Xiaoming stared at him.
"Don't you have eyes? He just stood there motionless and took the beating. It was his own mistake. Why should I apologize to him? Besides, does he deserve it?" Shi Wenyao also refused to give in.
"Okay, Xiaoming, stop talking." Wen Zichuan gestured in the direction of the director. If this worked well, the beating would not be in vain.
An assistant director came over and comforted Wen Zichuan, asking him to take a break and continue filming later.
"I ran into him on the last set." Wei Xiaoming helped Wen Zichuan up and sat down next to him, muttering softly as they walked. "Although the actress I was acting with at the time was very strict and I couldn't stand it, he wasn't like Shi Wenyao, who made dirty jokes towards girls. He was so greasy that I wanted to vomit if I looked at him for even one more moment."
Shi Wenyao is an artist under Mr. Chen. During the incident at Heting Manor, Wen Zichuan was almost taken advantage of by Mr. Chen.
Wei Xiaoming had a feud with Shi Wenyao before, and the hatred was not forgotten. In this drama, although Xingyu Feiyu was the largest investor, President Wei took his relationship with President Chen into consideration and agreed to let Shi Wenyao join the crew to play a third male supporting role.
In Wei Xiaoming's opinion, this disgusting guy was definitely taking revenge for personal reasons. Knowing that Wen Zichuan had a good relationship with him, he acted out of pretense and deliberately hit people!
But then again, on the set, everything is for the show.
Whether it was Wen Zichuan being beaten by Shi Wenyao or Wei Xiaoming rushing up to protect Wen Zichuan, it was very consistent with the relationship between the characters in the play.
Seeing that Wen Zichuan had no assistant, the director team arranged for his assistant to take care of Wen Zichuan. Although he was the prince of Xingyu Feiyu, he was so caring towards a newcomer who was even more obscure than himself. One could not help but sigh that the prince's drama was finally saved. He was not acting, he was really here.
The teacher who shot the behind-the-scenes footage was also very happy. He saved hundreds of gigabytes of material in just one month after the shooting started. He said that you two have a close relationship, like you two are wearing the same pants. It’s too true. If you are not popular, who will be popular?
Wen Zichuan is a newcomer and hasn't experienced the hype surrounding his relationship with a TV series, but it's understandable. After all, back in his early days as a TV series writer, didn't he also have a "couple" with a scumbag who caused an abortion? After all this time, there are still fans who genuinely support them.
Besides, Xiaoming is very loyal, much better than the one back then. When the drama is aired next year, it’s up to the audience to support him however they want.
After work that day, Shi Wenyao was in a bad mood and left early.
Since he was unwilling to apologize, Wen Zichuan decided to take the initiative to find him.
"Hey, the sun is rising from the west? Why don't you hug Young Master Wei's thighs and come to me?" Shi Wenyao was as sarcastic as ever.
"I should apologize to you for what happened during the day. It was my fault for not cooperating well." Wen Zichuan smiled faintly. Since his goal was to make good money, he had to swallow his anger and endure some things.
His tone softened, appearing extremely humble. Shi Wenyao couldn't stand being so stubborn any longer, so he waved his hand and said, "I'm not picking on you. It's just that Wei Xiaoming has a bad temper. I really don't like him."
Wen Zichuan followed his words and said, "Xiaoming is young, and if he did something wrong, I would like to apologize on his behalf."
"Not really," Shi Wenyao said. He'd been around long enough to see some big shots, but he'd never seen anyone so humble and polite, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. "I'll accept your apology, but forget about apologizing on his behalf. He's the prince, and even if he pokes a hole in the sky, there's still someone to cover it up. You don't need to do that, and he won't appreciate it."
"Mr. Wei will be here next week. Shouldn't we at least appear to be getting along on the surface? We shouldn't hurt Mr. Wei and Mr. Chen's reputation over trivial matters." Wen Zichuan was still polite.
When Mr. Chen was mentioned, Shi Wenyao's expression changed noticeably.
Wen Zichuan heard Wei Xiaoming gossip that Mr. Chen Juncai had a bad reputation in the circle. It was said that he was promiscuous with both men and women. He opened an entertainment company, and not only his own artists suffered, but also his partners were not spared.
At the banquet at Heting Manor, not only did President Jin have the idea of giving him to President Wei, but President Chen also secretly took advantage of him during the banquet, which just proved this point.
Shi Wenyao is a male artist that Mr. Chen strongly supports. He has a good appearance and figure. Wen Zichuan is betting that his relationship with Mr. Chen is not that simple.
Being scrutinized was unpleasant, and Shi Wenyao was impatient: "What do you want to say?"
Wen Zichuan shook his head. "Nothing much. It's just that President Wei cares about Xiaoming so much that he asked me to take good care of him. If you two don't get along, I won't be able to complete my mission, right? I'd like to ask you, for the sake of President Wei and President Chen, not to bother with Xiaoming."
Shi Wenyao made a "tsk" sound, really annoyed by his timid attitude.
What? Xingyu Feiyu is recruiting artists now, and the only thing they can do is to lick the prince's arrogance, right?
The situation on the set was witnessed by everyone. Wen Zichuan was a voice actor, and apart from anything else, his lines were much better than Wei Xiaoming's.
If there is a lead actor who can make this drama popular based on his own ability, it must be the one in front of us, not the "useless" prince.
So why does he need to beg me so humbly?
"Okay, stop being so pretentious," Shi Wenyao sat down on a stool in a frustrated tone, grabbed a bottle of drink and tossed it to Wen Zichuan. "That's just how it is in this industry. Whoever has the resources and connections is superior. To be honest, if Wei Xiaoming really was President Wei's biological son, I'd respect him, but is he? He's not."
"We're foster father and son, right? Mr. Wei is in his early thirties, and he can't have a son this old."
"Where?" Shi Wenyao opened the can, tilted his neck and took a few long gulps. "People like you and me just focus on filming, running the business, and trying to please the boss. Wei Xiaoming is different. He and President Wei are using the name of father and son to engage in a dishonest affair."
"Ah...?" Wen Zichuan was a little shocked, but he exaggerated his shock a little.
"You must know that Wei Xiaoming was bought," Shi Wenyao chuckled. "I heard that Mr. Wei has a bit of a fetish in that area and likes younger people. Wei Xiaoming has been with him since she was twelve."
"This... is illegal, right?" Wen Zichuan pretended to be ignorant and continued his "performance".
"Boss Wei is such a capable man, and he does everything so flawlessly. Who could possibly get hold of something against him? I remember seeing Wei Xiaoming's father at a brand event. He shamelessly approached and was nearly beaten by his bodyguards."
Wen Zichuan felt a little strange. Since Xiaoming’s biological father was still alive, why was he “bought”?
Shi Wenyao seemed to have guessed his question. Most people, upon hearing such a thing, would have similar thoughts: "His biological father was a gambler, deeply in debt, and sold him to Mr. Wei long ago. Everyone thought Mr. Wei was just playing around, but he didn't expect this godfather to be the one who sent him abroad to study and even promoted him as an actor. Seeing his son's success, the biological father came looking for a piece of his own cake."
In fact, Wen Zichuan's contact with this father-son pair is more frequent than Shi Wenyao's.
If President Wei had not done anything out of line to Wei Xiaoming, he would indeed be a more competent father than a biological father who sold his son.
But this is the entertainment industry. Can a powerful figure with bad habits and a lot of capital really give his heart to a son he bought cheaply? As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water. If Wei Xiaoming's biological father came to visit him, and he turned around and left with him, wouldn't Mr. Wei's efforts have been in vain?
Therefore, Wen Zichuan did not quite understand many of Wei Jing's practices.
It was already late at night when I returned to my room to rest.
Wei Xiaoming was lying in bed playing games, while Wen Zichuan was memorizing his lines for tomorrow, thinking about finding a place where no one was around and calling Cheng Sizhou back.
"Xiaoming, I'm going to go out for a while. You're tired and go to sleep first."
Wen Zichuan turned on his phone and checked the time. Suddenly, a notification popped up on the screen: The latest police notice on the Longji Mountain car accident and cliff fall incident.
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