Rebirth in 1980: I pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger and marry the chief

When the manager mentioned Ming Jue, Fan Weiwei looked horrified. She put the counted money into the manager's hand: "This is two thousand, that's enough. Let's go."

After saying that, she pulled Tang Zheng and hurried out.

Tang Zheng looked at her frightened look and was a little curious: "What's wrong?"

Although Fan Weiwei is not the richest man, she is still extremely rich. Her family can buy a street in Beijing. She wants to walk around in Beijing. Why does she still look scared?

Fan Weiwei looked around with her black grape eyes, and after leaving the hotel, she waited until several people gathered around her before she spoke in horror.

"Don't you know, that Ming Jue has cruel methods and special habits?"

Xiao Ma and Dai Manqi never liked to hear gossip, but looking at Fan Weiwei's exaggerated expression, they were both a little curious.

Fan Weiwei said under the gaze of several people: "He lets a different woman sleep with him every day!"

Several people breathed a sigh of relief. Men are lustful. Isn't this normal?

Let me ask you, if all the men and women in the world are rich and wealthy, who wouldn't want to party in the wine pool and meat forest every night?

Seeing their dull faces, Fan Weiwei wanted to stamp her feet: "He sleeps with a different woman every day, and the woman is always carried out the next day, covered in blood, with only one breath left!"

Several people's expressions changed.

Fan Weiwei continued: "I heard that the women he calls are all yellow-flowered girls who drink human blood and eat human flesh!"

Tang Zheng frowned: "Is there some misunderstanding?"

They met the man from the train station and saw with their own eyes how affectionate and affectionate a girl was towards him. If he really had this special hobby, wouldn't he have scared people away long ago?

Fan Weiwei seemed to have guessed what Tang Zheng was thinking: "Some people are stupid because they think too highly of themselves, thinking that they are fairy daughters, and even devils will fall under their pomegranate skirts when they see her."

Tang Zheng gave a thumbs up to Fan Weiwei: "Sure enough, he is still an expert at turning wheels!"

The group of people left chatting and laughing. The person in front of the window stared at a certain figure from behind and did not look back for a long time.

Fan Weiwei heard that Tang Zheng and the others were still staying in a hotel, so she said proudly: "Fuck with me. I have more than ten properties in my hands. You can live wherever you like and stay for as long as you like!"

Tang Zheng turned around and glanced at Dai Manqi and Xiao Ma. The two of them didn't say anything.

Tang Zheng also knew that staying in a hotel was too inconvenient. He could still hear the kind of fanciful sounds in the middle of the night. Not only was he unable to sleep well, the most important thing was that it was too embarrassing.

"Okay, thank you very much."

Fan Weiwei immediately took out a bunch of keys from her bag: "Here, you pick where you want to live!"

Tang Zheng asked Xiao Ma: "Where are you attending the training meeting?"

Xiaoma: "It's over there in the park."

In fact, Xiao Ma's accommodation was arranged uniformly, but she was a bit of a social phobia and didn't want to live with strangers.

Tang Zheng looked at Fan Weiwei, who nodded quickly: "Yes, that's it, three bedrooms and one living room, great scenery!"

Fan Weiwei burped: "Let's go, I'll take you there right now."

Fan Weiwei was a little drunk, and Tang Zheng really didn't dare to let her drive, so Zhang Jing took the wheel.

Several people went to the hotel to pick up their things first, and then went over there.

Three bedrooms and one living room, with luxurious decoration and a wide view. In about ten years, the houses here will be very expensive. Tang Zheng thought about it for a while. He still has to work hard to make money, and then buy a few houses in good locations. OK.

"How are you? Are you satisfied? If you weren't dissatisfied, I would still have three houses nearby." Fan Weiwei had already woken up a little and leaned against the window very proudly, asking Tang Zheng and the others to look at the scenery outside the window.

In this era, the house had a huge floor-to-ceiling window. This was definitely a particularly advanced design and was probably rare in the country.

Outside the window, there is a beautiful park nearby and a bustling city in the distance.

Both Bai Fan and Xiao Ma were shocked by the scenery outside the window.

Tang Zheng nodded quickly: "It's very good."

Even if I don't go out for a year, just standing in front of the window and looking at the scenery, I feel very satisfied.

"You guys watch first, I need to pee urgently, so I need to go to the bathroom first. You can see which room you like. There is exactly one room for each person."

After saying that, Fan Weiwei left.

Xiao Ma and Dai Manli were very excited and went to look at each room.

Tang Zheng approached Zhang Jing and asked, "What are your plans with Fan Weiwei?"

Zhang Jing: "No plan."

Tang Zheng: "She likes you."

Fan Weiwei is really a sweetheart. She must be of high status. In order to pursue Zhang Jing, she was willing to work as his assistant.

If Zhang Jing had no feelings for Fan Weiwei, he would not agree to Fan Weiwei staying by his side.

Zhang Jing looked at Tang Zheng as if he were a naive child.

"You believe whatever she says."

Tang Zheng looked shocked: "She doesn't like you?"

Zhang Jing smiled sarcastically: "She is very affectionate and loyal to everyone she has a crush on."

Tang Zheng was confused: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Jing: "I wanted to stay with me as an assistant at first because I fell in love with the second male lead who was filming with me."

Tang Zheng almost choked on his saliva: "Then..."

Zhang Jing said for Tang Zheng: "Then why are you pestering me again?"

Seeing Tang Zheng nod, he sneered: "That's not easy. What you get easily is discarded like worn out shoes. What you can't get is always the best."

Tang Zheng suddenly realized that what Zhang Jing meant was that Fan Weiwei had slept with the second male lead a long time ago and got tired of it, and later fell in love with Zhang Jing. But Zhang Jing didn't surrender, so this is what happened?

Tang Zheng looked at Zhang Jing with more sympathy: "It's not easy for you either."

Zhang Jing looked at Tang Zheng expressionlessly, then turned to look at the scenery outside.

"Oh, that's right." Tang Zheng suddenly remembered something, took out a pen and paper from his bag, and wrote a lyric in a flash, then handed it to Zhang Jing: "Take a look, use it to make your movie How about the theme song?”

Zhang Jing glanced at him indifferently, just to deal with Tang Zheng. After all, what kind of good lyrics can someone who has never studied for a day write?

As a result, with just such a casual glance, Zhang Jing's eyes were glued to the piece of paper.

"You wrote it?"

He was a little in disbelief, took the paper handed over by Tang Zheng, and read it again and again.

Tang Zheng: "...There is no problem with the copyright."

"I'll sing it to you again." After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he hummed the lyrics gently.

Zhang Jing was petrified after listening to Tang Zheng finish a song.

Tang Zheng looked at him like this and asked, "How about it? Can it be done?"

"What will work?"

At this time, Fan Weiwei had returned, and Tang Zheng and Zhang Jing did not mention the previous matter again.

Zhang Jing: "It's nothing. They are tired. Let's go and let them rest early."

Fan Weiwei: "Then where are we going?"

Zhang Jing: "Everyone goes back to his own home."

Before leaving, Zhang Jing asked Tang Zheng again: "Then, who will sing this song?"

Tang Zheng: "Just the two new artists you signed."

Zhang Jing hesitated for a moment: "That's right, there are too many people recording music, and we don't know if we can be included."

There are only two recording studios with the best and most advanced equipment in Beijing. Singers from all over the country are flocking here. The price of recording songs is also ridiculously expensive. People like them who are doing small things will probably not be there after the year. Must be numbered.

Tang Zheng: "Show this song to Director Zhang, and he will definitely find a way..."