Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 35

The bidding meeting for the new drama "Ding Cheng" went smoothly. With the upsurge of auditions that just ended not long ago, many companies that were interested in the new drama came to the meeting.

Before Shen Zhuo asked all the employees in the company to silence this matter, he didn't know the news until the day of the meeting at Su's headquarters, so he sent someone to ask.

It's a pity that Su Jingcheng was not there, Shen Zhuo stopped him back with a smile on his face.

From the delivery of the letter to the initial investment, until the final results of the general investment came out, I was busy for almost a week. Fortunately, the final result was good. Under Shen Zhuo's eloquent rhetoric, several companies were also persuaded. In addition to the decision to use newcomers, the total amount of sponsorship is about the same as that allocated by the Su Corporation before.

Shen Zhuo asked Qi Yuanyang to account separately for the last few sums allocated by the Su family, and personally invited several meals, finalized the final contracts of several sponsors, and set the date for the start of filming of the new drama.

As soon as Su Jingcheng went to the UK, there was not much news, except for occasionally harassing Shen Zhuo on WeChat at night, and only made a special phone call on the day when the bidding started. What a friendly gesture.

But what surprised Shen Zhuo was that Su Jingcheng only mentioned a few words, and his tone didn't seem to be unpleasant. Instead, he asked him to stay in the company when he had nothing to do, go home after get off work, and don't run around.

This was the second time that Su Jingcheng emphasized safety issues to him. Shen Zhuo opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but finally didn't say it.

He didn't even have the most basic trust in Su Jingcheng, even if he asked something, he wouldn't even believe him.

After the bidding meeting ended, it was the weekend, and he slept until noon. Shen Zhuo couldn't tell where he was tired. He just wanted to lie on the bed and be good friends forever with the pillow and quilt.

But the bell on the gate was rang loudly, Shen Zhuo reckoned that if he didn't climb out of bed, the neighbor relationship would be a problem.

Shen Zhuo rolled twice to the edge of the bed, barely sat up, yawned, pulled the pajamas aside and put them on casually, and walked towards the door slowly.

The doorbell was pressed twice again viciously, and the people outside the door were determined to fight the security door to the end.

As he got closer, the doorbell rang louder, so Shen Zhuo had no choice but to quicken his pace again, walked to the door and asked casually, "Who is it?"

The doorbell outside the door finally stopped, and turned into a few knocks on the door, accompanied by a very familiar voice of the second disease: "Cen Jin! Open the door quickly!"

Shen Zhuo's eyes went dark, and he wished he could plug his ears and cover himself under the blanket again.

"Shen Zhuo? Brother! Open the door, open the door!" Cen Jin persevered, and the anti-theft door was knocked with a "dong dong".

Shen Zhuo sighed, took another two steps forward, and finally opened the door softly.

It's not good to meet customers in pajamas. Shen Zhuo originally thought he was a real estate agent checking water and electricity, but he never thought that Cen Jin would come to him. He reached out and fastened the sleepy button to the top one.

Cen Jin looked Shen Zhuo up and down as if scanning up and down, his eyes were very focused, and then he showed an unpredictable smile: "Tsk, I thought you cleaned up like you did outside at home. Brother, you look good like this of."

Shen Zhuo didn't have any desire to respond to Cen Jin's comments, so he went to the living room and poured water from the kettle, and took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and threw it to Cen Jin: "How do you know I live here?"

"I never drink." Cen Jin frowned, and put the beer on the table in disgust, "Is there any juice?"

Shen Zhuo put the beer back in the refrigerator, turned around and said, "No, you can choose to drink hot water. Over there, pour it yourself."

Cen Jin glanced at Shen Zhuo rather gloomily, but Shen Zhuo didn't respond to him at all, tidied up on his own, and went into the bathroom to wash up.I had no choice but to stand up by myself, take out a paper cup from the cabinet, pour a glass of water and sit back on the sofa.

After Shen Zhuo finished washing, he took another shower, changed into suitable clothes, opened the door and went out, and said to Cen Jin, "You can come here today, I have something to do with you."

It was the first time Cen Jin met someone who came to visit and only served him hot water. His inner dissatisfaction was palpable. He took a sip from the water glass, frowned and said, "Lunch is ordered."

Shen Zhuo raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was indeed past twelve noon.

He just got up from the bed, naturally he didn't feel hungry, but when Cen Jin said he wanted to eat, Shen Zhuo wanted to settle it with his share.

So Shen Zhuo skillfully took out his mobile phone and clicked on the takeaway software: "Okay, let's order a meal, what do you want to eat?"

This is the second time Cen Jin sees Shen Zhuo ready to order takeaway, and he feels that he is already desperate for this guest career.

Cen Jin took another sip of water, tried to calm himself down, sat on the sofa and raised his face and said to Shen Zhuo: "You also eat takeaway at home every day? I come to eat takeaway with you as a guest?"

Shen Zhuo coughed, he thought about it, and finally realized in his conscience that it was rare for Cen Jin to come here anyway, and it was not good to get rid of the takeaway.

"Then I invite you out to eat?"

Shen Zhuo took back the phone, thinking it was a good idea.

Cen Jin stood up with a cold face, and said to Shen Zhuo sternly: "The food outside is not clean, I don't eat outside food."

Shen Zhuo was helpless, he threw the phone on the TV cabinet, glanced at Cen Jin, squeezed out a half-hearted smile, and said slowly, "Anyway, I don't know how to cook, you don't eat outside meals , then I will only order takeaway for one person, and I just don’t want to go out to eat.”

"..." Cen Jin felt great malice. He shrunk his face together, walked to the kitchen and looked around with his arms folded, "Is there any food?"

Shen Zhuo leaned on the door and looked through the meal list on the delivery software, and said with a gentle smile, "I don't cook, do you think there is?"

Cen Jin let out a "hum", came over and stood in front of Shen Zhuo, stretched out a hand and pulled the phone from Shen Zhuo's hand, and then walked to the door first.

"What are you going to do?" Shen Zhuo happened to see a restaurant that he really wanted to eat, and his mobile phone was taken away before he placed an order, so he had to follow up.

"Go downstairs to buy vegetables," Cen Jin raised his phone and shook Shen Zhuo, "You come with me and pay."

"..."

Ever since he met Cen Jin, he found that he has been losing money.

Shen Zhuo picked up chopsticks and fried lettuce, took another mouthful of rice, thinking like a sigh.

"It's still clean and hygienic to cook by yourself, and the heat is also very good. The food outside is too unpalatable." Cen Jin has always been very satisfied with his cooking skills. After complimenting himself, he didn't forget to ask Shen Zhuo for his opinion, " What do you say?"

Shen Zhuo was actually not hungry at all, he didn't want to eat until two or three hours after he got up, and he was full after a few mouthfuls.

He wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said to Cen Jin, "I hope you'd better stop coming to my house to torment me in the future."

In fact, Cen Jin's appetite is not good, and he is obsessed with enjoying the pleasure of cooking. A table of dishes is served, and two people can't finish it.

Seeing that Shen Zhuo didn't understand his kindness, he seemed a little unhappy in his heart. He stood up and said domineeringly: "What about the painting I sent you here before? Where did you hang it?"

Shen Zhuo had already forgotten about the painting. He had left the painting on the balcony for a long time, but when he heard Cen Jin ask, he thought for a while before remembering: "You want it? Give it back to you."

Cen Jin gave Shen Zhuo a look of "Do you have any vision?" He folded his hands and said with a very rich look: "Since it was given to you, you can just keep it. Where did you put it? I want to see it."

Shen Zhuo looked at Cen Jin helplessly, and waved to him: "Here, come here."

This apartment is equipped with a balcony. In fact, it is not entirely correct to say that it is a balcony, because this balcony faces north and cannot see the sun. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a shade.

Shen Zhuo pushed open the balcony door, pointed to the painting covered with a cloth on the ground: "If you want to see it, open it yourself."

Cen Jin's expression began to change ever since Shen Zhuo opened the door and saw the painting was casually placed on the ground against the wall. Disbelief, suspicion, surprise, and anger flashed across his face, and finally froze at Incomparable on the anger.

"You just put Shen Fei's painting like this?!!!"

Cen Jin almost subconsciously reached out and patted the door frame, and the wooden door frame made a heavy muffled sound, as if bearing Cen Jin's infinite anger for Shen Zhuo, "Shen Zhuo, there is something wrong with you! You know that Shen Fei is Who? You know it!"

Shen Zhuo didn't seem to be frightened by Cen Jin's actions at all, he turned his eyes from looking elsewhere and landed on Cen Jin.

Then he smiled and said softly: "What? Didn't you say that he is a famous painter abroad?"

In just a blink of an eye, Cen Jin's eyes seemed to turn red. He seemed to suppress his great anger, and said indignantly, "I know Shen Fei."

"He told me that he has a son named Shen Zhuo. He studied at Z University and is very good. It is his pride."

At the end of the words, he was choked up, as if he was about to cry.

Cen Jin stared at Shen Zhuo firmly, as if he wanted to dig a hole out of him to see the heart inside.

Because Shen Zhuo still had a smile on his face, his complexion didn't change at all, and he even narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"This story is very interesting," Shen Zhuo reached out and patted Cen Jin's shoulder lightly, then glanced at the painting on the balcony.

The works worth tens of millions were completely covered under the canvas, appearing extremely quiet, like countless buried pasts.

Shen Zhuo finally reached out to close the balcony door, turned around and walked out slowly, his voice was long and lonely as he walked: "But, my father's name is not Shen Fei, but Shen Weiguo. He is an ordinary art teacher, not so nice name, and not a famous painter.”

His voice stopped for a moment, and came back from a farther place.

"He abandoned me and my mother. When I was young, in my opinion, he was not even a qualified man."

Cen Jin's eyes were red, he turned to look at Shen Zhuo who had already walked away, but only saw the back.

The man's back was tall and straight, with a bit of aloofness.Even the walking posture is very similar to another person in memory.

Cen Jin wiped his eyes with his left hand, and suddenly said: "Then do you know how Shen Fei died?"

Shen Zhuo stopped walking, he paused, and glanced sideways at Cen Jin.

Cen Jin suddenly showed an extremely malicious smile. He was looking into Shen Zhuo's eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and spoke very clearly: "He committed suicide, and he died in the year you graduated from graduate school."

"Because of breaking up with Su Jingcheng's third uncle from the same family, he jumped from the [-]th floor, and everyone on the spot disappeared."

Cen Jin finished his sentence uninterruptedly, and took the time to raise his eyes to look at Shen Zhuo. He thought he would see shock, sadness, or overwhelming anger on Shen Zhuo's face.

But none.

Shen Zhuo stood on the spot, the expression on his face seemed to freeze, he gave Cen Jin an incomprehensible look, and then smiled to himself: "Really?"

The sound was very soft, as if it was about to be blown away by the wind.

"You don't need to worry about the food on the table, I will clean it up." Shen Zhuo didn't stay any longer, he waved his hand at Cen Jin, "I won't see you off today, go back early. Since you passed the audition for the first male lead in the new drama , just play well."

"I heard that Shen Fei also likes to watch TV. If you act well, he will have a spiritual life."

Shen Zhuo said this very plainly, without any sarcasm, as if stating a fact.

He walked back to the bedroom, locked the door, and threw himself back on the big bed.

Of course he knew about Shen Fei, that person survived in his few childhood memories, but unfortunately there was no happiness, only bitterness.

The endless noise and scolding, the sound of brushes tripping, the crisp sound of pots and pans hitting the ground, and the sad face that I saw endlessly.

He knew that Shen Fei had a lover, but he only found out who that person was today.

And if he remembered correctly, Shen Fei was still alive in the world until the day of his death in his last life.

Shen Zhuo no longer knows whether his heart hurts or not, and he doesn't know whether he complains or not. The bond of blood between him and Shen Fei has become weaker and weaker amidst the countless tortures in childhood.

Like two people from a foreign land separated too far, when he heard his news suddenly, Shen Zhuo found that all he had left was emotion.

He couldn't even handle his own affairs well, and he didn't even want to, and he couldn't do anything to think about the portrait that had gradually blurred in his memory.

Once again, in this trajectory of life that he thought he was familiar with, too many things have changed.

First, Mr. Su retired so many years earlier, Shen Zhuo will never forget that his accident happened right after Mr. Su came down.

In his previous life, the old man of the Su family retired almost nine years later.

That's why Shen Zhuo wondered what Su Jingcheng was thinking when he asked Bai Siqi to move into that apartment this time.

If everything was ahead of schedule...

Shen Zhuo tore off the collar buttons of his clothes a few times, fell on the bed tiredly, forced himself to let go of his thoughts, and tried hard to ask himself to sleep for a while.

I hope that when I wake up, Cen Jin has already left, with that painting, with Shen Fei, to leave his life together.

It's a pity that Shen Zhuo didn't fall asleep all the time. He closed his eyes and didn't think about anything, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. He lay straight on the bed, and he felt that he was quite scary.

Finally, he felt a little bit sleepy, and when he was about to fall asleep, the mobile phone left on the bedside table rang like a reminder.

"..." The little bit of drowsiness that Shen Zhuo finally brewed was blown away by the sharp ringtone of the mobile phone at an extremely fast speed.

He opened his eyes, revealing an extremely desperate expression. He grabbed two handfuls of hair irritably, straightened up, took the phone from the side and looked at the display screen.

On the display screen was an unsaved mobile phone number. Shen Zhuo hesitated for a moment. Recently, "Ding Cheng" signed several new sponsors, and he was afraid that the sponsors would contact him directly.

Patting his cheeks to make his voice sound more energetic, Shen Zhuo picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Shen Zhuo~" The voice on the other end of the phone was full of passion and sounded full of energy, "I'm Jiang Feng, remember? We met not long ago."

Shen Zhuo wanted to roll his eyes, but found that he didn't even bother to roll them.

He let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back on the bed again, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

Jiang Feng seemed to think about it for a while before he said, "Oh, it's actually nothing. I just want to ask you if anyone else called you today?"

Shen Zhuo was actually very irritable in his heart, he was annoyed by Su Jingcheng, and even Jiang Feng was also annoyed.

Especially when he heard Jiang Feng asking such a personal topic again, Shen Zhuo endured the irritability in his heart, and slowly replied: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient to tell Mr. Jiang, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it."

Jiang Feng was blocked and came back. He didn't care about face as much as Su Jingcheng, but he felt that Shen Zhuo was a bit reckless, and he didn't hide it. He slapped his thigh and said, "Hey! Actually, I just want to ask Bai Siqi what to do today. Have you called yet?"

Shen Zhuo seemed to have been pulled by a sensitive nerve, and he suddenly woke up. He sat up suddenly, and asked the other end of the phone: "What do you mean?"

"Hi~ don't mention it!" Jiang Feng didn't seem to be in a good mood, and thinking that Shen Zhuo was not an outsider, he simply said, "The opponent in Ah Cheng's family played Dafa this time, so he directly gave him Robbed! Still covered to death, no contact at all!"

Shen Zhuo sat straight on the edge of the bed, and heard his extremely stiff tone: "Su Jingcheng asked Bai Siqi to block the shield, so there is no protection?"

"It's not considered to be a shield... Ah Cheng sent a few people to follow in private! No, Shen Zhuo, you don't understand, no one in their circle is willing to kill people, and troubles are black history. And there has never been such a precedent.”

Jiang Feng scratched his head, and said depressedly, "The main thing is that Su Jingcheng's subordinates are ruthless this time, and he made people feel anxious. I'm afraid of accidents, so I'm asking you."

Shen Zhuo's voice was very low, as if frozen, he paused: "So now you can't get in touch with Bai Siqi, the person sent to protect him, and Su Jingcheng?"

"No, I'm so annoying." Jiang Feng sighed, and turned to say: "Forget it, he's a big star anyway, I still don't believe that those people really dare to kill people. No matter, Shen Zhuo, are you going?" Going to play? I'll drive you to the golf course I just opened in West City? I just bought a supercar."

In the autumn weather, the autumn tiger's sun is still hanging outside the window, and the sun shines in, making it look particularly warm.

Shen Zhuo shuddered, and opened his mouth to say something, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even utter a word, so he coughed in a low voice.

Then, Shen Zhuo heard his own sneering voice.

He seemed to be asking the person on the other side of the phone, but also he seemed to be asking himself: "Jiang Feng, are you and Su Jingcheng both... so careless about human life?"

The author has something to say: Jiang Feng: Lose the Pot.jpg

Su Zhaza: EXM? ? ?Sudden blame? ? ? ? ?

Cen Jin: It’s better for me, senior brother give me a look.

Shen Zhuo: Draw the knife.jpg

This chapter has not finished the process of Xiaobai's cannon fodder... The next chapter is probably finished, what can I do, watching Su slag continue to die _(:з"∠)_ I am also very desperate!

Because Mr. Su retired early, everything in his previous life was also brought forward, so Shen Zhuo cared more.

In addition, this time Su Zhazha didn't let Shen Zhuo block the knife again...he specially protected Shen Zhuo.

Su slag is back in the next chapter, and he should officially start the scumbag mode [But these few chapters didn't make him feel very comfortable. .

If there are other things you don’t understand, you can tell me ~ I will write more clearly!You can also comment outside the venue!Bahahahahahaha~

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Thank you An Mumu.Mushroom cool mine~

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Am I thick and long!Am I thick and long!Let you call me Duan Xiaojun again ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!