The winner is crowned king [entertainment circle]

When Xiang Ling woke up, the palms of his hands were warm, and while it was hot, he felt that a half-sized steamed bun was stuffed in his hand, and he rubbed it secretly to feel the moisture.

When I opened my eyes, I felt swollen and dizzy for a while, and after a delay of more than ten seconds, I saw a vague person looking towards me, shaking his body from side to side, and said something softly.

It shouldn't be his stepfather. When Yuntian is not so good, could it be a doctor?But Xiang Ling immediately vetoed this possibility, how can there be a doctor who doesn't wear a white coat, and looks dark from a distance.

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Zhang Xingxing's eyeballs are almost embedded in Xiang Ling's body. This is his ancestor. After being in a coma for four days, he was finally willing to open his eyes. During these four days, Xiang Ling didn't move a finger, not a single bit The meaning of waking up, this time I opened my eyes directly, but Zhang Xingxing was very happy.

It's all right now, people are fine.

"Chujiang? Chujiang?"

Xiang Ling's stamina returned, and a pain that exploded his body ignited the fire wire from the top of his head, and then spread to his whole body. He only felt that the person next to him was annoying, and his voice was as quiet as a mosquito, buzzing and tickling the apex of his heart.

Suffering this crime after being alive, Xiang Ling didn't feel grateful for being alive. If he really died, it would be God who was blind. He has lived for 25 years without doing anything bad, and he can regain his vital signs. And rightly so.

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The half-dream and half-awake state made Zhang Xingxing's heartstrings tense as if he was riding a jungle speeder. He went up and down, and just wanted to let go, but then he lifted it up again. He rang the bell beside the bed, and fell on Xiang Ling's body, anxious He said softly, "Chu Jiang, can you see me?" He waved his hands in front of Xiang Ling, trying to communicate with him.

"Can..." He dragged out a word hoarsely. Xiang Ling wanted to turn over and lean up, but accidentally pulled the arm in his hand, and the painful bell hit the heart.Don't mention that Chu Jiang cares more about his image, when did Zhang Xingxing see him like this?She put on a cold and arrogant beauty anytime and anywhere, surrounded by thousands of supporters and supporting roles, as the light in the palm, the treasure of the public, Chu Jiang is not a moment without a unique rhyme in the fragrance, extremely clear and unaware of the cold.

Little did he know that Zhang Xingxing had never thought about it, maybe he would never think about it in his whole life, that there was a more lonely soul hidden in this Chu Jiang's body.

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The doctor came over and gave Xiang Ling a comprehensive examination, making sure that he was fine, ordered a few precautions, nodded and sighed, and left the ward.

In just a few minutes from the doctor to the doctor, Xiang Ling figured out two things. First, he was not himself; second, he robbed someone else's body to survive.

Zhang Xingxing called Chu Jiang happy, judging from his expression and clothes, his body is not bad, at least he is a rich second generation, and soon he said something, and learned that the current A household name.

The popular actor Chu Jiang.

Dare to feel that God still blinded himself and let him die, but he showed mercy and changed the original life trajectory. Suffering is still suffering. For the first time in history, the body is dead and the soul is alive.

He, Xiang Ling, is not an emotionless animal, and some couldn't accept this fact. After waking up, he leaned against the bed and lay in a daze for a while, not speaking, looking at the dazzling white walls, as if he was trying to understand the philosophy of life.

It's been four days, and the news of his death should have been known by Yun Tian. Is he happy, or is he too lazy to care about it and doesn't care? Thinking about it, he feels sad. With a different identity, he has nothing to do with his previous life. No one misses.

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Seeing him in a daze, Zhang Xingxing's first instinct was that he was worried that the scar on his forehead would affect his career as an actor in the future, so he comforted him: "It will be fine, our makeup artist will cover you up as clean as ever, and everything will be fine." can not tell."

Xiang Ling ignored him, drifting further and further away in his own world.

It’s nothing to have a scar on his forehead. He has no scars on his front legs, arms, and waist. Young people in their teens and 20s have been weather-beaten, and they don’t care about their appearance for a long time.

When Zhang Xingxing talked to Chu Jiang in the past, Chu Jiang ignored him and he would be disappointed, but this time it was different. Zhang Xingxing felt that he should pamper him, and he should stand with him and think about him. Without saying a word, he swore: "Don't worry, I will find the best doctor to remove the scar on your head, I swear!"

"No need." Zhang Xingxing was taken aback by Xiang Ling's indifferent voice. Not only was he a sensuality that he never had, but the tone of his voice was filled with ethereal spontaneity and indifference, as if he was drifting with the tide, taking whatever he loved.

"Why do you..." Zhang Xingxing was stunned, and he didn't finish his sentence.

Xiang Ling's lost gods are back now, and he asked the black crow solemnly, "I don't remember much before the car accident, what happened?"

What Zhang Xingxing was worried about happened. His little ancestor must have lost his memory. How should he explain this to the outside world?Is it possible to start from scratch, or quit?

Zhang Xingxing's expression is like a chameleon, with black, white and blue overlapping, which is very ugly.

"I still remember who I am, and I know what I'm going to do. You don't have to worry." Sensing words and demeanor is a skill Xiang Ling has cultivated in society. As an excellent corporate diplomat, he knows what to say at any time and in any place. If so, this is also the reason why he has been able to go so far successfully, but not counting the present.

Zhang Xingxing finally regained his composure, and said a few words about his car accident four days ago, focusing on Director Zhou.

However, Xiang Ling still grasped the key point, his complexion couldn't tell the depth. "I will leave with Director Zhou alone? What relationship do I have with him?"

He didn't mention Xiang Ling, but he also understood that it was probably an improper partnership, otherwise there were so many people at the finale banquet, how could he have gotten involved with the director; Xiang Ling didn't know the entertainment industry before he was alive, and he didn't know who Chu Jiang was. The inside news in the circle is like under the iceberg, it is not visible now, and there is still some guesswork.

Zhang Xingxing didn't dare to say it, but Xiang Ling knew it. He didn't say anything. He stroked his left arm with his right hand, moved it slightly, and asked, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Zhang Xingxing: "No hurry."

Xiang Ling ignored him: "I'm in a hurry."

"..."

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That night, Zhang Xingxing drove a black Volkswagen from the back door of the hospital, stuffed Xiang Ling's bag tightly into the car, and left without a sound, leaving behind a group of people who were still outside the hospital. An army of journalists blocked.

Zhang Xingxing didn't directly send him back to Chujiang's original house. Something happened to Chujiang, and there must be reporters squatting around his house. If he goes now, he will end up in the headlines tomorrow. There are also shrewd moments when he is dumbfounded. No one is always a fool.

I went to Zhang Xingxing's house, a three-bedroom livable house, spacious and not empty, with all the decorations where it should be placed, neither luxurious nor arrogant, which fits Zhang Xingxing's festive personality.

Xiang Ling's hands were not well, and his brain was injured, so he carefully helped him to sit on the sofa. Zhang Xingxing was busy adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, and then went to the kitchen to search on Baidu what the patient should eat to cook for Xiang Ling Had a healthy dinner.

In the past, Xiang Ling was always busy taking care of his stepfather. No matter how late he came back from overtime at night, his stepfather would eat randomly. Suddenly someone was so kind to him, and Xiang Ling was not used to being cheap.

Zhang Xingxing pushed the dinner with a well-balanced meat and vegetable mix in front of him, and said, "Eat some, and I will tell you something while eating."

Xiang Ling picked up a knife and fork and put a small lump of cauliflower into his mouth. It was neither salty nor bland, and the taste was just right.

Seeing that Xiang Ling was eating, Zhang Xingxing said: "I suggest you rest for a few more days, and then go back to the company after your body is fully recovered. Anyway, everyone knows about you, and the company has helped you. This paragraph There is no work in time, so take care of it for a while."

In fact, judging from the whole day today, Xiang Ling has basically guessed something. There are always two water glasses in the ward, and there are only two bouquets on the bedside, which means that in the past four days, except for Zhang Xingxing, the company has not People come to see him, but no one comes, which means that there is a gap between the company and itself that cannot be bridged.

When Zhang Xingxing talked to him, he didn't mention other people in the company, not even a decent name. It's a trivial matter to recuperate for two days. What he's afraid of is that he will be embarrassed when he returns to the company; If you don't go through the front door and go through the back door, that's the standard for hiding from the enemy's killer.

"Two days off, I'll go back." Xiang Ling remained calm and slowly stuffed something into his mouth.

Zhang Xingxing: "Are you a definite number or a quantifier these two days?"

Without waiting for an answer, Zhang Xingxing slapped the table and quit.

"I don't agree. You don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at you. They are uneasy and well-intentioned. Something happened to the director of "Summer Wind Blowing South" this time. You woke up, but he hasn't woken up. It was transferred out of his hands, it is very likely that your work was wasted, you know!"

The worst result is that the film will not be broadcast, and if it is not shown, there will be no money. How can Ling Mei pay the huge liquidated damages?

Xiang Ling didn't know the pros and cons of it, and said stubbornly: "Don't worry, I have my own measure."

According to his experience from working hard in the rivers and lakes, with a different identity, he can also feel like a fish in water. There is always a corner in the huge world, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Zhang Xingxing was still worried. He had been with Chu Jiang for a long time. He knew that he was a rose surrounded by thorns. If he took a wrong step, he would be bloody and unable to move.For some reason, he felt that after waking up, Chu Jiang seemed to be a different person, with an air of inhumanity all over his body.

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After taking a bath, Xiang Ling sat on the bedside and looked through the information about Lingmei Video compiled by Zhang Xingxing for him. The company history, personnel organization structure and recent company arrangements were all available. With him, the future should be better.

Turning over a page casually, he saw the filming record of the online drama "Xia Feng Nan Blow", but the record was scribbled, not like a formal record, except for the title, it was a simple introduction to the plot, director, producer, actors, all No information.

Xiang Ling was a little confused. Could it be that this drama has nothing to do with Lingmei Video, and is it not an artist event arranged by the company?

He turned another page, and this page was a list of everyone in Lingmei's top management. Xiang Ling saw a familiar and suffocating name at first glance.

——Ji Ruohe.

Lingmei Video's top executive.

Xiang Ling once rebelled against a young man for him.

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After leaving him, Xiang Ling left the place where he used to live. He worked hard alone, with no news, and couldn't fully understand the man he used to be. He only learned that he lived a better life and was better than himself, but he didn't expect him to be The head of Lingmei Video.

Ling Mei video, how many people squeeze their heads to go to the place, but he has conquered the world with one hand, so he should be sitting on the throne, watching the passers-by under the banner with cold eyes.

It's been eight years, a long time, and the memory is quietly blurred, and it's so damaged that Xiang Ling can't even remember that there is this person if he doesn't remind him.

Xiang Ling's face was colorless, but his heart was already filled with shocking waves.

Does he remember himself?Does he still have thoughts?But a person like him who is busy above the clouds, how can he care about little people like ants.

His heart suddenly became calm, anyway, he was dead, and it was only his other status to see Ji Ruohe again, so there was nothing to worry about.

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Zhang Xingxing wiped the water from his hair and stood at the door. Xiang Ling glanced at him from the corner of his eye, turned to the previous page, and asked, "Why is there no detailed record in "Xia Feng Nan Blowing"?"

Zhang Xingxing didn't have a special expression on his face, and said as if he was talking about something ordinary, "The online script "Xia Feng Nan Blows" was originally starring Ling Mei's Xiao Chen. He is an artist under Sister Liu. , this role was also fought for by you, sister Liu is not happy, and the company will also withdraw the title."

The artistes of his own company disobeyed the company's arrangement, blatantly robbed the show, collude with foreign directors, and signed the filming contract without authorization.

Without Ling Mei's artiste, the company has given up on this person, so if "Xia Feng Nan Blow" gets a good response, Chu Jiang will have the confidence to leave the company completely and open his own studio. Money is not a problem.

"Can that show still be played?" Although the tone was questioning, Xiang Ling knew Du Ming, he was half hopeful and half hopeless, either he would succeed or he would fail.However, in his opinion, the probability of failure is greater than that of success. Didn't you hear Zhang Xingxing talking about the storm outside? He estimated that he would face the risk of being fired when he returned to the company.

Sister Liu is not easy to mess with, and Ling Mei is not the only entertainer, there are many big-name stars, and the world will continue to turn without her.

Xiang Ling paused for a while, then asked again: "President Ling Mei's name is Ji Ruohe?"

Zhang Xingxing nodded.

Immediately, he reacted and yelled: "You shouldn't..." Trying to seduce him.

Xiang Ling didn't deny what he thought, but said: "I will fight for the opportunity, and I will not leave Lingmei."

Zhang Xingxing didn't have any good expressions now, and tried to persuade him: "Let's go, you are so popular in the company, the boss must have a bad impression of you, maybe you will be kicked out before you say anything."

Xiang Ling closed the information book, got out of bed, and said, "May I make a bet that I won't leave, and I want to take root in Lingmei, believe it or not."

It's really different. Zhang Xingxing doesn't know how to think. Before, Chu Jiang knew how to show off and twist his waist. How can he have the backbone to do it with Ling Mei now.

He said in a daze, "Where are you going now?"

Xiang Ling raised the information in Yang's hand, and said, "Sofa, you can handle it well."