After the failure of the popular niche plastic surgery [Entertainment]

After Cheng Weizhi said this, he didn't look at Duan Kejia's expression, so of course he didn't know how surprised and shocked the other party's eyes were in the next three seconds.

"..."

The two were silent together for a long time, until Cheng Weishi had finished drinking the tea in the cup, staring at the bottom of the cup as white as jade in a daze.

At this time, Kejia finally said: "I found that you seemed very sad when you talked about this matter, so as your friend, may I take the liberty to ask you, why are you willing to let those Artists using your songs? I saw your performance on TV, and you are a singer yourself, why would your company 'take' your songs away for other artists to use?"

Yeah, that's totally out of the ordinary.After all, Zhong Fei is one of the most popular artists in the company, and the most popular artists should enjoy the best resources. How can a company snatch the resources of its own popular star and give it to other little-known stars?What's more, these resources are created by popular celebrities themselves.

Cheng Weizhi didn't expect Duan Kejia to ask such a sharp question directly.

Yes, this must be very strange in the eyes of outsiders.

Seeing that Cheng Wei was silent, Duan Kejia knew that he was asking the key point: "Can I guess this way: In fact, your real status in the company is lower than those artists, or you are the most important person in the eyes of the company's senior management? An entertainer who can squeeze and exploit at any time, they don't need to consider your feelings, don't need your consent, or even—"

He didn't go on, if he spread it out, the meaning contained in the sentence "even" is very obvious: "'Even' you are not even an artist, more precisely, you are just a person who can squeeze and exploit anytime and anywhere Just common people."

Cheng Weizhi seemed to have misunderstood the meaning, he asked: "Mr. Duan said that. Could it be that Mr. is here to poach people? Want me to change jobs?"

Duan Kejia knew that he would not be able to pry this person's mouth open for a while, so he looked at Cheng Weishi's face, trying to find a flaw in the change of the other person's expression: "No, my company never supports artists."

"Then I don't understand what you mean by these words. Mr. Duan, why do you say that I am willing to let those artists use my songs...Of course it is for money. Money can make ghosts go round, of course I can Buy 'an artist's willingness'. In the entertainment circle, what can't be bought with money? I believe that Mr. Duan knows this better than me."

Cheng Weishi's words successfully created a layer of alienation and strangeness between Duan Kejia and him.Duan Kejia suddenly had a strange feeling, as if his previous knowledge of this "Zhong Fei" was completely irrelevant, and he didn't know him at all.

Duan Kejia: "You're right, I know better than you, but I don't think you're a person who would do such things, for example, in this circle, selling one's body is an extremely common thing things, but would you be willing to sleep in someone else's bed for money?"

As a straight man who is clean and self-conscious, Cheng Weizhi obviously panicked when talking about this kind of topic, his two eyes rolled back and forth twice: "Cough... Listen to me, sir, I think this kind of thing cannot be generalized at all. .”

Selling music is selling music, how can it be confused with selling ass!

"Why can't we generalize it?" Duan Kejia shrugged, looking very puzzled, "Both of these things are betraying yourself. For those creators who don't want to compromise, I'm afraid they would rather sleep in the bed of a rich man, Be raped|defiled the body, and don't want to be raped|defiled the mind and soul."

"Sorry sir, my level of education does not allow me to think about such deep-level philosophical issues. I am a big bastard, I don't know anything about body and soul, I only know that selling songs can make money..."

Duan Kejia didn't intend to leave a way out for Cheng Weishi: "If that's the case, then you wouldn't say that you were 'stolen' by the company from the very beginning."

Cheng Weizhi had the cheek to force his words: "That's because the company cut it first and then I said it was 'stealing'. Moreover, if I don't agree, I will offend the company's senior management, offend the senior management, and maybe one day I will be hidden by the company. This is the end of my career as an artist, so I won't have the opportunity to be friends with Mr. again."

Duan Kejia laughed mockingly, and even those beautiful phoenix eyes became mocking: "You think quite far-reaching, even thinking about my level."

Cheng Weizhi smiled and said nothing.

Duan Kejia's fingers tapped slowly on the wooden table, with no expression on his face, and his slender fingertips gradually accelerated the rhythm.Liu Zhonglin knew that this was a sign of Duan Kejia's anger.

Duan Kejia: "No matter what, at least I'm serious. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me and I will definitely help you. Remember my words, I believe you will use them in the future."

Cheng Weishi replied, "Thank you sir."

Duan Kejia stood up from the table, and the chair behind him made a harsh "creak" sound as it rubbed against the ground.Duan Kejia put on a suit jacket, with a polite smile on his face: "It's getting late, I'll be leaving first, you pay attention to your body."

"My leg is injured, so I won't see Mr. Duan off." Cheng Weishi turned to Liu Zhonglin and said, "Zhonglin, please see Mr. Duan off, and then go home directly."

Liu Zhonglin put down the teapot in his hand, frowned and said, "But your legs still—"

"Hey, this little injury is nothing. It's not like you're disabled and can't take care of yourself. You can go back. You're tired after working for so many days. Go back and rest for a day."

Liu Zhonglin glanced at Cheng Weishi, and then set his eyes on Duan Kejia who had already walked to the door.

"Then I'm leaving, Mr. Zhong take care of himself."

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Both Duan Kejia and Liu Zhonglin have left.

The living room became quiet in an instant, and Cheng Weishi could only hear his own breathing—rapid, flustered breathing.

Duan Kejia's every sentence just hit the key point, and the other party asked him about his status in the company, it felt like Duan Kejia was doubting his identity.Every time Duan Kejia asked a question, he felt that he was about to be exposed in the next second.

Even though he has been drinking the tea in his hand, he still feels dry mouth now.Cheng Weishi hopped to the kitchen and saw the bag of fruit from Duan Kejia next to the water dispenser, which was full of round and big navel oranges. He picked one at random, and then jumped back to the kitchen. In the living room, I peeled off the skin with my bare hands and started eating.

Duan Kejia and Liu Zhonglin have arrived at the underground garage.

Liu Zhonglin said from behind: "Sir, you don't seem very happy."

"I really don't know when I will be able to pry his mouth open." Duan Kejia felt in his pocket, only to find that the cigarettes had all been smoked, and he couldn't help feeling even more irritable, "He thought every word I said was a guest Rhetoric?"

Liu Zhonglin: "I thought the boss would tell him today that you helped him snatch the song back, so as to gain his trust and support."

Duan Kejia closed his eyes for a moment, restraining the anger in his heart: "Didn't you hear him say that I have a brain problem, and he said it himself, he did it for money, what can I do?"

"But he also said that he would go through fire and water for you. If you continue to talk, I believe—"

Duan Kejia turned his gaze to the side: "That's because he didn't believe anyone would do that, so he said that."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Duan Kejia shook his head: "There is an old saying in China, which is 'response to all changes with the same'. After that, I will not care about him anymore, unless he comes to me himself. Before that..." He glanced behind Liu Zhonglin.

"If the boss has anything to do, just ask."

Duan Kejia pressed the car key, and the lights on the front of the car flickered, he opened the door and got in: "You'd better find a way to find out why he stayed by Huang Xiuxian's side, and the degree of interest. How much. To be honest, the excuse of 'for profit' is indeed very convincing, but I don't believe it. When you find out the answer, we can prescribe the right medicine and find a way to get him out of it."

"I try my best."

"Someone will go to your company to check taxes in two days. You should find a way to go there." Duan Kejia put on his seat belt, glanced at the rearview mirror, and prepared to reverse the car, "I'm leaving, take care."

"Goodbye sir."

Duan Kejia drove his unremarkable black car out of the garage slowly.

At this time, Cheng Weishi was ready to go to bed and rest.

"I will treat you as a friend. If you have any difficulties, just come to me."

Thinking about what Duan Kejia said before, he was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

I don't know how many such "friendships" can be taken seriously, and such a "friendship" with completely unequal status contains something that cannot be easily said.

He didn't dare to misidentify his friends in the entertainment industry, because he didn't know what these friends had in their hearts, and what those people saw through his eyes and face.

He dug out the mobile phone he used before from the cabinet, turned it on and called his mother.

After the 1-minute beeping sound, a machine voice of "Sorry, the number you dialed was not answered, please try again later" came from inside.

Hey... Maybe my mother went to "play mahjong" again...

He turned off the phone and put it back where it was, turned off the light and lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.