The projector hummed, the screen lit up, and the blinding white light seemed to be pouring down on us.
The pilot film is over.
The software automatically jumped and continued playing the video that Fang Hang was watching before.
Someone recorded the live broadcast outside the hotel that day.
Luo Zhi fell to the ground in the scuffle.
His memory was very unclear, he couldn't remember what happened, and he couldn't hear. So he leaned there, watching his sister's lip movements carefully.
…
After a long time, Luo Zhi's eyes finally showed a hint of realization.
It turned out that his sister was apologizing to someone else.
It turned out that his sister didn't want to acknowledge him as her brother anymore.
His sister stood there, apologizing to others on his behalf for a trumped-up charge, admitting something he had not done, and clearly distanced herself from him.
Luo Zhi watched quietly. He didn't even move. He just leaned against the neatly trimmed shrubs in the green belt beside the road.
He suddenly felt very sleepy and tired, so he slowly closed his eyes.
That action seemed like a farewell. All the emotions gradually melted into the rippleless calm, and then the surface of the water stopped fluctuating and sank into the silent black sky.
"Is this the general manager of Huaisheng?"
In the silence, Fang Hang suddenly spoke up: "Is this his sister? His real sister, not someone he picked up?"
Luo Cheng tried in vain to hide from the light.
She shuddered and looked up stiffly.
Fang Hang didn't let her answer the previous questions. It seemed that the other party was also very clear that she could not answer any of the questions.
Fang Hang was reading the replies under the video.
Not everyone watches variety shows and chases celebrities, and not everyone knows who Li Weiming is.
However, the video and recording that Ren Chenbai suddenly released caused an uproar. Many people did not know Luo Zhi until then.
It was only at this time that many people got to know Luo Zhi and understood what had happened before.
"What do you want a sister like this for?"
Fang Hang slowly turned the pages and read on: "I've watched that video too. Was she the one who tricked his brother into going to the hotel?"
"That's about it."
"He helped an outsider to harm his own brother. He tricked him into coming over, claiming it was his birthday, and even smashed the cake."
"Even if you don't know, you don't have a brain? What is this hotel decoration for? Can't you tell?"
"A perfect match for Li Weiming."
"By the way, what did she just say in the live broadcast? Is she also a fan of Li Weiming?"
"No wonder."
…
No wonder.
Fang Hang put down his phone and looked at Luo Cheng.
The respectable and elegant Miss Luo was neither trembling nor crying at this time. She just sat there in a daze, holding her head. Hearing one reply, I flinched as if I were being whipped.
Then Fang Hang suddenly figured out the usefulness of Luo Cheng.
The Luo family had been in a very bad state recently, with the company's stock price plummeting, and all those shareholders who had come after them disappeared overnight.
Without the support of the board of directors, Jian Huaiyi has almost been sidelined by them.
Otherwise, Fang Hang would not have been able to openly go against his wishes and bring Luo Cheng here instead of sending her to some even dirtier place.
They hated Luo Cheng, but they would never do that kind of thing.
Although Huaisheng Entertainment was almost dragged into a desperate situation, fortunately, except for Li Weiming, nothing had happened that would make Mr. Luo unhappy.
"It's meaningless. You are no longer Mr. Luo's sister."
Fang Hang walked over and said, "Whether you are afraid, regretful or desperate, it doesn't matter. To Mr. Luo, you are no longer someone to him."
At the door of the hotel, Luo Zhi had already said goodbye.
Luo Cheng rolled her eyes and looked at him slowly.
Fang Hang seemed to have not noticed her abnormality at all. He suddenly adopted a completely businesslike attitude and explained to her the artist agreement and various contracts of Huaisheng Entertainment.
Under Luo Zhi, Huaisheng Entertainment's contracts have always been the most relaxed.
Not only for the artists, but also for these people. Luo Zhi doesn't like the so-called indenture, nor does she like the high penalty for breach of contract. If someone finds a better place to go, she will almost let them come and go freely.
——Most other companies in the industry don’t do this. Will there be any problems if you do this? Actually, not entirely true.
The biggest problem with doing this is that Luo Zhi himself can hardly make any money. After working hard for two years, the company's momentum was getting better and better, and the general manager could only choose between buying a boat ticket or a script.
But Luo Zhi doesn't care too much about this. He can live any kind of life, he can sleep in the office or stay in a small hotel. His biggest hobby is playing "Subway Surfers".
"If you had come to the company at that time, even if you wanted to leave now, we wouldn't be able to do anything to you."
Fang Hang paused for a moment and said, "If you come at that time, you can catch the best atmosphere."
"None of the artists in the company are very famous, but they are all very hardworking and we have hired many teachers for them. As long as they endure some hardships and hone their skills over the past few years, they don't have to worry about having to rely on their youth to make a living."
"Mr. Luo himself was hacked before. At that time, the company was in such a bad state that there was nothing he could do. Later, when he had money, he hired the best public relations people to promote the artists. They are not the kind who pick and choose to increase traffic, but they are very professional and will not let the artists suffer any grievances."
“Our resources are not among the top, but we have established long-term cooperation with many companies. As long as it is an artist recommended by us, they will accept it without hesitation.”
Fang Hang's tone was flat. He leaned against the wall and watched without surprise as Luo Cheng slowly came back to his senses from his escapist daze, shaking his head at him with difficulty, almost pleadingly.
He knew that these would be a bigger blow to Luo Cheng.
These were originally prepared by Luo Zhi for Luo Cheng.
For such a person, what could be more regretful than this?
Everything that could have belonged to her, everything that was so good and smooth, was destroyed by her own hands because of her cleverness and smugness.
Luo Zhi doesn't like starting a company at all.
Once they held a celebration party and everyone was drunk. Luo Zhi told them about her ideal of traveling around the world, from the age of 20 to 80.
The reason why Huaisheng Entertainment has become what it is now is simply because Luo Zhi’s own path as an artist was too difficult, and she doesn’t want anyone to suffer any more.
The celebration party that day was held in a KTV box. Luo Zhi was so annoyed by them that she had no choice but to sit in front of the microphone in the corner and sang many songs.
Later, when Luo Zhi sat back in the shadows, holding a guitar and talking to them about these things, they were still making a fuss without knowing what was going on, and told Luo Zhi to make a comeback.
The company's situation is no longer what it used to be. They kept saying that they wanted to give President Luo all the best, saying that there must be countless people who like Luo Zhi, and that the confession letters and gifts might flood the company's front desk.
Luo Zhi was also forced to drink a lot of wine, and he laughed along with the extremely outrageous fantasies. Then he suddenly seemed to wake up and shuddered slightly.
Luo Zhi held the guitar and slowly plucked the strings twice.
"No." Luo Zhi's eyes were clear, "No."
"I can't sing it right."
Luo Zhi tapped his left ear and smiled nonchalantly: "I can't hear clearly."
…
"Mr. Luo originally wanted to give you a script." Fang Hang said.
Luo Cheng curled up even tighter in the corner. She raised her hands to cover her ears, but couldn't block out Fang Hang's voice.
It's not like he was beaten to the point of being almost deaf. Even many years later, the disease may relapse due to physical condition or emotional influence.
How can you stop it by just covering your ears?
"The team is almost ready. Mr. Luo has been busy for a few days and didn't use the company's money."
Fang Hang looked at her: "Fortunately I didn't give it to you, otherwise it would have been wasted..."
He stopped talking, walked over, and took away Luo Cheng's stiff and cold arm: "...Can't you listen anymore?"
"That won't work. Let's get to the point." Fang Hang said, "The artist contract you signed is not the one that Mr. Luo originally agreed on."
Luo Cheng was still struggling desperately, but when he heard this, he suddenly froze in place.
She seemed to have fully realized something, and her expression finally changed slowly.
"Mr. Jian has redrafted the contract, and you are the first artist to sign a new contract." Fang Hang showed her the contract she had signed.
In the new contract, artists must absolutely cooperate with the work assigned by the company and have no right to refuse any arrangements.
Of course, it is not impossible to terminate the contract before the end of the contract period.
The corresponding amount of liquidated damages that needed to be paid might not be considered a big deal by the Luo family at the time. But if it were now...even if I really sold Luo Cheng, it would be impossible to get the total amount.
"Huaisheng Entertainment's legal department is also very good." Fang Hang suddenly remembered, "By the way, Ms. Luo, do you know where Li Weiming is now?"
Luo Cheng felt a strong chill on her spine. She clutched the contract tightly, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness. "Where... where is it?"
"Wait for the court to start." Fang Hang said, "Defamation and fraud, the circumstances are serious and the amount is huge. The Ministry of Justice will treat him well."
Fang Hang took the contract from her hand and put it back into his briefcase.
Luo Cheng was almost drowned by this suffocating silence. She watched Fang Hang put away the contract, and finally it seemed as if the few remaining bits of strength were being drained away inch by inch.
Luo Cheng moved his lips woodenly: "What... do you want me to do?"
"Ms. Luo likes to be a star, right?" Fang Hang said, "Let's do a live broadcast."
"Director Gong's crew is in a closed location, and they do not prohibit the actors from interacting with the outside world through the Internet. They will also broadcast while filming, which is just right for live broadcasting between filming."
"Read comments live, apologize live, this traffic should be very high recently - don't you like to apologize?"
Fang Hang handed her the tablet again: "Then keep apologizing."
…
Minglu once again brought people to stop Ren Chenbai at the dock.
Ren Chenbai was leaning on a crutch, but he didn't look as dazed and disheveled as he had been a few days ago at the Wanghai Villa. He was dressed very neatly, and even showed a hint of his former elegance.
One of his legs was broken, but he seemed to pay no attention to it.
The leg was still obviously twisted and dislocated. It was just given some random medicine and left alone. It had now become somewhat fixed and naturally could no longer withstand any force.
"I know Xiaozhi is gone. I'm not here to ask you for her."
Ren Chenbai smiled politely at Ming Lu and said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking clearly a few days ago and did something offensive."
Ren Chenbai turned his head and said, "Can I talk to Xiaozhi here?"
He looked calm, and there was nothing wrong with his tone, but he didn't look at anyone when he spoke, and there was a creepy, strange light in his eyes.
The pier was not originally owned by the Ming family. Ming Lu did not comment, but just gestured to the Ming family to move aside.
Ren Chenbai dragged his leg and walked forward as if no one was around, all the way to the oily black water.
He seemed to have finally gotten closer to Luo Zhi. He smiled and slowly sat down.
He sat in the water, stretched out his hand and stroked the calm water surface.
"Xiao Zhi." Ren Chenbai said, "Li Weiming was sentenced to seven years."
"How come you are so awesome? This is a lawsuit filed by your own company, and they even taught Luo Cheng a lesson." Ren Chenbai asked, "Why can't I help you with anything?"
He searched his body for a long time before finally finding his phone in his last pocket. He turned on the screen and clicked on the play button: "Look, look, Luo Cheng is reading out the comments praising you."
Luo Cheng in the live broadcast is almost meeting Director Gong's requirements.
Affected by the incident involving Li Weiming, Luo Cheng's reputation also became ruined. Rumors also began to spread in Luo Cheng's school forum. It was said that after Luo Zhi was pushed and fell outside the hotel, she was taken home by Miss Luo and hidden in a warehouse.
…
If what happened before was just chilling, then if this rumor is true, it would be completely absurd and outrageous.
Luo Cheng is now an artist of Huaisheng Entertainment. According to the contract, he must broadcast fixed content and fixed duration as required.
When she first read out the comments, she would suddenly lose control and break down in tears after reading a few sentences, and she could not help but make excuses - the super moderator of her live broadcast room was very fair, so he really banned the screen-scrolling for a minute to allow her to explain.
"Then she couldn't say a word." Ren Chenbai said with a smile, "After a minute, the live broadcast room was almost shut down due to scolding."
"I originally wanted to release everything she did, but Director Gong wanted to make a documentary and signed an agreement..." Ren Chenbai's voice suddenly paused.
He seemed to be stuck without warning, and opened his mouth for a long time before speaking again: "Gong, Director."
Ren Chenbai was a little confused, touching the water surface: "Xiao Zhi, why did Director Gong ask me to get out, and also said that my mother would blame her and hate me?"
The surface of the water was covered with oil and dirt, not even a ray of light could be reflected, so Ren Chenbai naturally couldn't get any response.
He sat there in a daze for a long time before he remembered that he was here to watch the live broadcast for Luo Zhi, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Look, Xiao Zhi, Luo Cheng is praising you."
"Have you always wanted to hear Luo Cheng say this?" Ren Chenbai followed the live broadcast and read one sentence at a time, "I didn't expect Luo Zhi to sing so well."
"Let's make up for what happened before. Is it necessary to use force to suppress others at this level?"
"I blocked someone's way, so I got hacked."
"I just went to watch a variety show. The scene was so good. Get well soon and sing a few more songs, okay?"
"From the video of playing guitar in the rain. Be happier from now on. Be happier, okay?"
…
Luo Cheng in the live broadcast room whispered woodenly, and Ren Chenbai repeated with a smile. The two voices overlapped together, and it was almost creepy and weird.
"Don't be angry with them. Many of them have never watched variety shows and don't even know who Li Weiming is. They are just beginning to get to know you."
Ren Chenbai explained in a gentle voice: "In the past, someone always wanted to hide you, but now that's gone, so they can see the real you."
"They didn't know that you were the protagonist of 'Flame', and they thought you were recuperating in my hospital." Ren Chenbai thought for a moment and added, "Li Weiming...his fans have long been afraid to speak."
Of course, there are also many fence-sitters. For example, Hei Luozhi, who used to follow suit, changed his tune when he saw the wind change... But with people from Huaisheng Entertainment watching, such comments will never be screened out and put into the live broadcast room.
As for Li Weiming's radical fans, most of them did not think about protecting personal privacy when they were "punishing evil and promoting good". After the situation turned around, they naturally had to face the backlash.
...Ren Chenbai certainly knew that this was far from enough.
But he thought, Luo Zhi had such a good temper.
The mistake this time is too serious, and it will definitely not be as easy to appease as before.
But coming to apologize every day and talking to Luo Zhi should at least have some effect, right?
Ren Chenbai read for a while, and suddenly remembered: "Xiao Zhi, do you have any snacks?"
He looked at the water, as if he had gotten some answer, slowly smiled, and happily reached his hand into the water.
There was only a lot of mud and sand under the water. He grabbed the wet sand and put it into his mouth without hesitation.
Following him was the assistant from the Ren family. It seemed like this was not the first time he had to deal with such a thing. He rushed over and pressed his arm to stop him, then looked up at the dock in embarrassment.
It seemed that no one in the Ming family paid any attention to them, and no one cared that Ren Chenbai was going crazy alone.
Ren Chenbai suddenly became angry. He struggled hard, holding on to the handful of sand tightly and refusing to let go: "What are you going to do?!"
"This is a snack Xiaozhi gave me... Let it go!" Ren Chenbai said in a deep voice, "If I don't eat it, I won't know what the filling is. He will ask me what the filling is..."
The assistant didn't dare to let go, and tried to stop him with a bitter face, but suddenly he noticed someone coming over.
The assistant subconsciously raised his head and shuddered: "Ming, Manager Ming..."
"Don't stop me." Minglu said, "Let go."
The assistant was stunned for a moment, and wanted to explain the situation, but the strength in his hands had unconsciously loosened for a moment.
He was startled and tried to stop Ren Chenbai again, but found that Ren Chenbai was just sitting there, looking at his hands.
Ren Chenbai's breathing suddenly became rapid. He looked around frantically and touched his palms over and over again.
He clenched his fist too tightly just now, and the sand flowed through his fingers, leaving only a thin layer of sand.
"Mr. Ren."
Minglu looked at the time and said, "Let's go back when the performance is almost over."
Minglu said, "It's late, it will disturb other people's rest."
Ren Chenbai was still panting because of the snack. He pushed the assistant away with force, his expression slightly gloomy: "What did you say?"
"What did you say?" Ren Chenbai struggled to stand up. His broken leg was pulled back by the piercing pain. "It's you who is disturbing us! Xiaozhi——"
"Luo Zhi." Ming Lu repeated the name, which was already a little unfamiliar to him. He paused for a moment and looked at the dark oil stain on the water. "In your heart, is it like this?"
Minglu asked, "Is it so dirty?"
Ren Chenbai was helped to stand up by his assistant.
He seemed to be staggered by the question, and then lowered his head in a trance.
He just realized that his body had become dirty again, and reached out to wipe it in a panic, but the more he wiped, the filthier and more miserable he became. He shook his head desperately, wanting to open his mouth to refute and explain, but he heard his own voice again: "Of course."
"Of course," he heard himself say, "How can he be clean alone? He has to come down and stay with me."
"How can he be clean?"
Ren Chenbai heard his own confused voice: "Why is he always liked by so many people?"
Why can’t we stop it?
Why is it that whenever Luo Zhi's true appearance appears in front of others, some people still like him?
Ren Chenbai looked around in a trance, and suddenly he saw a conch at Minglu's feet. He rushed over and grabbed it in his hand, then used all his strength to throw it far into the sea.
"Why can't I hide it?" Ren Chenbai asked, "Why——"
His voice was suddenly strangled by some force.
Minglu waved his hand, squatted down and looked at him, his usually friendly expression finally had a hint of something hard to describe: "Have you ever thrown a conch?"
Ren Chenbai was held down by the Ming family, gasping for breath in embarrassment.
Minglu asked him: "When?"
Ren Chenbai stared at him in a trance.
...Who knows when?
He had thrown away a lot of things. He blocked the phone numbers of everyone in Huaisheng Entertainment and asked the hospital staff not to treat Luo Zhi kindly. He even cleaned up the bonfire carefully...
He couldn't give an answer, and Minglu didn't look like he wanted one.
"Mr. Ren," Minglu said, "Take care of yourself. It would be a pity if you died."
Ren Chenbai's pupils shrank.
Minglu stood up.
Behind him, Ren Chenbai was pressed down by the Ming family and pushed into the dirty muddy water.
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