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Jiang Cheng went to the bathroom. Before Fu Yu went in, he sent a message to Shen Hengyu, telling him that he could pay attention to the latest gossip in the entertainment industry when he was free. After all, the current public opinion center is closely related to him.

Shen Hengyu soon called again. When Fu Yu answered the phone, he was very relieved that their banner of Yucheng CP would not fall so easily.

"Fu Yu?" Shen Hengyu's voice was a little noisy, and he called Fu Yu's phone while walking to a secluded place.

Fu Yu didn't walk Shen Hengyu for a walk this time, and told him directly: "Jiangcheng's condition is not very good."

Shen Hengyu paused slightly, the receiver amplified Shen Hengyu's voice, and Fu Yu heard a deep and helpless sigh: "You... tell Jiang Cheng that Director Xi gave the Iron Man figure signed by Robert Downey Jr. Me, I will bring it to him when I come back in two days.”

Fu Yu couldn't hold back his laughter, and replied, "Okay." He thought for a while, and then said, "Don't worry, Liang Huan and I are still here, so there won't be any major problems."

"Well." Shen Hengyu said, "Then I'll hang up first, there's still something to do here, I... will come back as soon as possible."

Fu Yu faintly heard someone calling Shen Hengyu, a voice he was quite familiar with, but Fu Yu couldn't remember which friend in the circle it was.

Fu Yu said hello and hung up Shen Hengyu's call.

In the bathroom, Jiang Cheng was leaning against the corner with a cigarette in his hand. The pale white smoke was very light and dissipated in the air after a while.As soon as Fu Yu stepped into the bathroom, he saw Jiang Cheng in the mirror.

Jiang Cheng just occupied a small corner of the mirror. His figure was thin but his lines were sharp. Standing there, he seemed to be unreal, like a sketch drawn stroke by stroke with a pencil.

Fu Yu sighed lightly.

Jiang Cheng was vigilant, Fu Yu's imperceptible sigh startled him, he raised his eyes suddenly, and put out the cigarette in his hand first.

Fu Yu called softly: "Jiangcheng."

"Well, Mr. Fu." Jiang Cheng threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, walked out, and washed his hands in front of the vanity mirror.He washed very carefully, for fear of leaving some cigarette smell on his hands.

After washing his hands, Jiang Cheng gave Fu Yu an embarrassed smile: "Boss Fu, let's go back."

Fu Yu secretly clicked his tongue. Jiang Cheng's reaction was exactly the same as the teenager who was caught skipping class and smoking in high school. It's really strange.

Love.

Jiang Cheng and Fu Yu returned to the conference room together, and Jiang Cheng took the initiative to say, "Boss Fu, can you let me see those black materials again?"

Fu Yu was a little surprised, Jiang Cheng's emotional adjustment was faster than he expected.He pushed the computer in front of Jiang Cheng again, and Jiang Cheng browsed much faster than last time. After reading it all over, Jiang Cheng said, "Boss Fu, they only released the video of me beating someone, but not the man from before." ...the part where I was harassed. Also, that case report is supposed to be fake."

Fu Yu was taken aback: "Is the case report fake?"

Jiang Cheng magnified the case report for Fu Yu and Liang Huan to read, and read the disease part again: "Craig's fracture at the lower end of the radius, wrist nerve injury."

Fu Yu immediately went to search for the Clay's fracture, and Jiang Cheng said, "I'm not that capable. I could beat him to a fractured radius. I kicked his knee that day, and it hit his ribs and lungs. It didn't hurt at all. to the radius. Also, this is the type of fracture that is most likely to occur in middle-aged and elderly people after a fall."

Fu Yu scanned the symptoms related to Clay's fracture at a glance, and also smiled: "Colles' fracture is mostly caused by indirect violence, and it is common in falls, especially in winter when the ground is slippery after snow and you fall with your palms on the ground. In a fall, the elbow is extended, the forearm is pronated, the wrist is dorsiflexed, and the palm of the hand strikes the injury, stressing the distal radius and fracturing this vulnerable part."

Liang Huan said: "It's like stealing chickens and losing rice. I'm afraid that the man didn't go to the hospital at all, and he wanted to make a big deal out of it, so he made a fake case report. Unexpectedly, the disease was not right. .”

Jiang Cheng nodded: "Also, sister Huan, I sent you the license plate number of that person, have you found out who he is?"

Fu Yu's eyes lit up a little more, and he bent his mouth: "And the license plate number? Give it to me, and I'll check to see which road my friend is from."

Jiang Cheng looked at Fu Yu, hesitantly: "It seems to be... a rich second generation in the capital."

Fu Yu sneered: "What is the rich second generation? Even Lord Baylor, who was full of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, had to know how to write right and wrong, black and white. What's more, in Beijing, you can throw a stone at random. The middle man, the rich second generation, tsk, to put it bluntly..."

Jiang Cheng looked at Fu Yu seriously, waiting for him to continue, but unexpectedly, Fu Yu cleared his throat in time to stop the topic.

Jiang Cheng asked, "What is it, to put it bluntly?"

Fu Yu put on a smile on his face, and said to Jiang Cheng: "You are still young, you should listen to less stupid talk, and read the socialist core values ​​a few more times, so don't ask."

Jiang Cheng was puzzled, Liang Huan also smiled helplessly: "Mr. Fu probably remembered that he was also a rich second generation in the middle of the scolding, and didn't want to scold himself, so he stopped in time."

Fu Yu became angry with embarrassment: "Mr. Liang, how can you say that! I am a scholar, and I know that there are four ways to write fennel, which is different from the rich second generation! Different!"

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and smiled, Fu Yu patted him on the shoulder, and heaved a sigh of relief: "You go to rest first, and the press conference will be held tomorrow morning, you must be in good condition."

Jiang Cheng nodded: "Call me anytime if you need me."

Liang Huan asked: "Boss Fu, think about how to do public relations tomorrow?"

Fu Yu sat up straight, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, quickly typed two lines of words on the keyboard with his ten fingers, and then clicked Enter to send.

He turned off the computer, looked at Liang Huan and Jiang Cheng, and showed a confident smile: "Just defend your innocence."

Jiang Cheng was slightly taken aback: "What... what does this mean?"

Fu Yu said: "It's very simple, remember three sentences, you didn't fight, let alone hit your fans, you are still that good boy who talks five times and four times. All of these are brain-dead illegitimate fanatics, and the videos and GIFs are all fake , The case report is also fake, after Mr. Shen sent you home that night, you stayed at home obediently, didn't go anywhere, and didn't do anything."

Liang Huan was a little surprised when he heard Fu Yu's words: "This...will people believe this?"

Fu Yuman stretched nonchalantly: "Naturally, there must be a real hammer. Let's start with the fan who claimed to be beaten by Jiangcheng, who kept saying that he collected every film and television work that Jiangcheng participated in, and chased every film and television work that Jiangcheng participated in. The true fan of the Jiangcheng support meeting and fan meeting is actually a second-generation brain-dead rich man who peeped and stalked Jiangcheng, and wanted to subtly rule Jiangcheng, but was rejected by Jiangcheng. He was furious for a while, so he specially invited the marketing team to make such a fuss The purpose of a big drama is to ruin Jiangcheng. When the time comes to hang out the marketing team behind the entertainment industry, and bring a wave of false case reports, it will basically be stable. As for the beating video, it will be released at the press conference tomorrow. A technical report will be made public, confirming that this is post-production synthesis, it was originally a sideshow of a certain film and television drama in Jiangcheng, but it was specially edited by someone with a heart."

Jiang Cheng was dumbfounded: "But... But, I really hit someone."

Fu Yu stood up on the table, leaned in front of Jiang Cheng, and looked straight into his eyes: "No one knows whether you really beat someone or faked it. Jiang Cheng, there is no truth in the entertainment industry, there are only one after another. Lies. They are lying, we are lying, and it depends on whose Pinocchio nose is longer."

Jiang Cheng shook his head subconsciously, he didn't want to lie, he didn't want to f*ck the character of that five-talk four-beautiful boy.

Liang Huan was relieved, and she looked at Fu Yu gratefully: "It's really thanks to Mr. Fu this time. Things like beating people happen to celebrities, and the social impact can be regarded as extremely bad. Endorsements, even the favorability of the artists on the other side will be affected, usually with this kind of news, the artists will basically be hidden in the snow. It is better than anything else to get Jiangcheng out of this matter."

Fu Yu sat back on his chair again. He didn't respond to Liang Huan's words, but nodded at her slightly, and motioned her to look at Jiang Cheng.

Liang Huan was helpless, sighed, and explained to Fu Yu: "You are still young, Mr. Fu, you can rest assured to prepare, and I will arrange it here in Jiangcheng."

Hearing what Liang Huan said, Jiang Cheng suddenly raised his head: "No, Sister Huan, Mr. Fu, this has nothing to do with age, this is... the bottom line."

Fu Yu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a moral bottom line?"

Jiang Cheng clenched his lower lip and did not speak.

Fu Yu sneered and asked, "You signed a ten-year contract with Universal Entertainment, right? I've seen the contract, and it's a VAM agreement. If you can't complete the performance agreed with the company, 2000 million in liquidated damages , can you take it out?"

Before Jiang Cheng could answer, Fu Yu asked again: "Once you flop, what are you going to do in the future? If you feel wronged by being a star, then go to the entrance of the company to see if the security guard is wronged, and the owner of the Shaxian snack at the door is wronged? Life is equal and mean to everyone, you've already done the math, at least you can make money by selling your smile with a pretty face, surrounded by so many people, we hold you and pamper you, what else do you want satisfy?"

Liang Huan saw that Fu Yu had spoken too much, so he hurriedly pulled Fu Yu.Fu Yu took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Cheng firmly: "Bottom line? There is no such thing as a bottom line in this circle. If you want to stick to the bottom line, you want to be yourself, you want to be authentic, you shouldn't have entered this circle in the first place!"

Jiang Cheng's eyes were flushed, and his clenched fist finally loosened.Fu Yu's words were enlightening to him.What Fu Yu said was right, life is equal and mean to everyone, so there are so many things going well, he is too naive.

Now that you have chosen this path, what are you being hypocritical for? Who will you show it to?

The corners of Jiang Cheng's lips turned upward, and he apologized to Fu Yu and Liang Huan: "I'm sorry, President Fu, Sister Huan, I was wrong just now, I know what to do, thank you for your hard work."

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