Chapter 857: You Don’t Need to Inherit My Family’s Golden Finger (23)
Feng Zhengting, who had disappeared for a long time, called Qu Shichu. Qu Shichu then remembered that she still had a balance to collect. Calculating the time, Feng Zhengting should have auctioned off her things.
"If I don't call you, will you never think of me? You won't even remember that I swallowed the balance, right?" Feng Zhengting said sourly.
Qu Shichu retorted: "No, even if I can't remember the balance for the time being, I will remember it one day, and you can't embezzle it. Besides, I don't think you, the eldest son of the Feng family, would be interested in my little money."
"You think too highly of me. Do you think that little money is just a small amount?" Feng Zhengting smiled bitterly. "I'll transfer the money directly to your account. Remember to check it."
"Yeah." Qu Shichu responded. Seeing that he was silent for a long time, he asked again, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll get busy."
"Qu Shichu, you are such a heartless woman!" Feng Zhengting said this with gritted teeth, then hung up the phone angrily.
Qu Shichu felt puzzled and soon gave up on it. He checked his account and found that Feng Zhengting had indeed transferred some money to him. He was very satisfied and felt that the cooperation with Feng Zhengting was indeed going smoothly.
A week later, Qu Shichu welcomed another visitor from another world. This time, the visitor was in a very disheveled state. He was soaked all over, with a hideous wound on his wrist, which had turned white from blisters, and his muscles and tendons were visible.
If an ordinary person saw it, he would definitely be scared, but Qu Shichu had seen everything, so he was not moved at all by this wound.
It’s just that this guest was very handsome. Although he was pale, thin and haggard, this could not conceal his extremely outstanding appearance. He had beautiful peach blossom eyes, a tall and delicate nose, a beautifully shaped mouth and a perfectly contoured face. Even in the entertainment industry, his appearance would be at the level of the most handsome male stars.
He was indeed a star, but he was a male star who attempted suicide after falling from grace.
When Qiao Yuandao saw Qu Shichu, he fainted before he could even say a word.
Qu Shichu had no choice but to carry him back home. Although the man was a little thinner, he was tall and strong enough that Qu Shichu could feel his heavy weight when he carried him.
After throwing the man on the wooden sofa, Qu Shichu took out his medicine box and began to suture the wound on Qiao Yuandao's wrist.
It was obvious that the wound was cut by himself. Combined with the fact that he was wet all over, Qu Shichu didn't have to think too hard to come to the conclusion that he had committed suicide by cutting his wrists in the bathtub.
After treating his wound, Qu Shichu roughly changed his clothes. Perhaps because of the noise, Qiao Yuandao woke up. When he saw his shirt being stripped off by Qu Shichu, a blush suddenly appeared on his pale face. He dodged and stammered, "I, I can change my clothes by myself..."
Qu Shichu then threw clean clothes to him, and he said shyly: "Can you, can you step aside for a moment?"
Qu Shichu left the living room and didn't come back until more than ten minutes later.
"Tell me, what's going on with you." Qu Shichu told him about his time travel and asked straight to the point.
Qiao Yuandao was shocked and thought that Qu Shichu was someone who had come to act and wanted to embarrass him. He questioned for a long time but was finally defeated by Qu Shichu with facts. He had to believe that he failed to commit suicide and ended up in another world.
Knowing that he was no longer in his own world, and that all the celebrities in the entertainment industry in this world were people he didn't know, and that he couldn't find any information when he searched his name, Qiao Yuandao breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been freed from some shackles, and his originally lifeless spirit seemed to have recovered a little.
"I was originally a male star, good at acting and singing. My acting skills won me the title of Best Actor, and my singing skills reached the level of a superstar. I can say that I have both fame and fortune. But a year ago, a little-known singer suddenly soared to the sky. He created more than a dozen popular music masterpieces, which quickly became popular all over the world. Wherever there is music, his works can be found. He can be said to be famous all over the world.
Although I envied and admired his talent, I never envied him, I just wanted to catch up with him. After more than half a year of preparation, I finally created two songs that I was very satisfied with and were ready to produce them.
But after I published these two songs, the singer and his fans accused me of plagiarizing his work. I was shocked because I was sure that I wrote these two songs by myself. I had never referred to other people's ideas, and I did not plagiarize that singer. But when I went to investigate, I found that the two songs published by that singer were indeed half a month earlier than mine, and those two songs were almost exactly the same as the two I published, with the same lyrics and music. If I hadn't typed out these two songs note by note and written them word by word, I would have doubted whether I had really plagiarized him. But I am not mentally confused and I can be sure that I did not plagiarize at all.
But I couldn’t understand why the song released by that singer was the same as mine. I suspected that he plagiarized me, but he released it earlier than me, and I had no evidence, so I had no way to defend myself.
My fans thought I plagiarized his work and called me sanctimonious and shameless, but I clearly didn't do it. I tried hard to defend myself, but no one believed me.
My reputation was ruined and my career fell into a trough. Advertisers asked me to pay huge compensations. The company fired me immediately and no one wanted to hire me to act anymore. I suddenly became a villain who was condemned by everyone and I didn’t dare to go out.
I thought things would gradually pass, but they didn’t. For some reason, my address was leaked, and some haters came to my house in the middle of the night and banged on my door, insulted me, and threw blood and feces. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I wanted to die, but I didn’t expect to die, and I traveled through time to here..."
Qiao Yuandao spoke of his experiences with an expressionless face. It was unclear whether it was because he was so sad and painful that he didn't have many emotions, or because he was not dead and had let it go.
Qu Shichu just nodded after listening to it, but still asked him: "You really didn't plagiarize that singer?"
"No!" Qiao Yuandao answered firmly, looking at her without blinking, without any dodging, "I disdain to do such a thing."
"That singer is very strange. Although every song he composed is a masterpiece, the styles are completely different. One is a sad love song, another is a passionate motivational song, and another is a cute humorous tune... If the same person was not signed, people would not feel that these songs were composed by the same person." Qiao Yuandao said puzzledly.
(End of this chapter)
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