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

"This screenwriter Ding is an old fritter. I heard from my actor friend that he often copied other people's works into his own TV drama scripts, and he was exposed several times on the Internet. Why, you didn't know before?"

After Peng Chunxiao finished speaking, he flipped through the script that Cheng Weishi gave him, and took a few glances at "Door to House" in the Internet link: "This name is too simple, it really doesn't look like the name of a youth idol drama, Even if it's changed to Thousands of Families, it doesn't look like... I'm afraid the content isn't a romance novel, is it?"

The places where the plot and lines in the script are similar have been outlined by Cheng Weishi with a red pen, and the paper is densely covered with scarlet, which looks quite scary.

Cheng Weizhi shook his head: "It's not a romance novel. I've read it, and most of the descriptions in it are described in line drawing, and the emotional expression is also very cryptic. Compared with the relationship between the hero and the heroine, the plot is basically described by the author. The bitter life of daily necessities at home."

Peng Chunxiao glanced at Cheng Weishi while turning the pages: "Indeed, I also heard that this TV series is using the gimmick of real growth to attract the audience. But how do you know that this is the life of the author's family? Have you investigated?"

"No." Cheng Weizhi pulled the webpage from the top to the comment area, "Look, some of the comments here have been replied by the author. A reader is a fellow of the author, and he felt very kind to the description in the article, so he left a comment below. , the author replied to him that many of the plots here are the author's own personal experience, including the part-time milk delivery job, which is also the author's childhood life."

"So that's the case." Peng Chunxiao gave a "tsk" and raised an eyebrow, "It seems that you attach great importance to this kind of thing and have already understood it so deeply. So what are you going to do next?"

Cheng Weizhi moved the candies on the table towards Peng Chunxiao: "I came here to ask you, do you know if there is any way for me to give up acting in this TV series?"

"Abandoning the show?" Peng Chunxiao laughed when he heard it: "So you came to me with a bag of cotton candy to ask me for advice?! Are you stupid, hahaha."

Cheng Weishi sat down aside with his lips pursed, his fingers twisted together, his face pale.

"I just think that eating this kind of food will make me feel better." Cheng Weishi stuffed a piece into his mouth, and his lips were immediately stained with a layer of white powder. "I bought this secretly without my assistant behind my back." Last time I heard your manager tell you to start a diet to lose weight, you must have not eaten sweets for a long time."

Somehow Peng Chunxiao felt empathy for what the other said, so he took a piece and put it in his mouth.

He felt that he was suddenly infected by the confused and sad mood of the other party. He chewed such a sweet cotton candy, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of joy in his heart.

Peng Chunxiao cleared his throat that was sticky with marshmallows: "You want to stop the show because of plagiarized script? But you have already signed the contract, and now you have to pay a lot of liquidated damages to stop the show. But if you If you are willing to pay, this liquidated damages should not trouble you."

Cheng Weizhi grabbed the seam of his trousers with his palm, and the fabric at that place was ripped into three folds by this force.

"No. I can't afford the liquidated damages..."

Peng Chunxiao turned his head, his eyes avoided the light, and his dark pupils gradually dilated: "You have been popular for so many years, and you earn tens of millions of dollars every year, how could you not be able to pay the liquidated damages for a TV series?"

Cheng Weishi: "The money I earn is not with me."

"Then go and talk to your agent, I believe he can understand you. After all, audiences nowadays are very concerned about copyright issues. If you really star in this drama, you might be scolded badly."

"Dong Cheng doesn't care about this kind of thing. For him, an artist doesn't need fame, it's just a tool to make money."

In the beginning, Dong Cheng called him to replace Zhong Fei, part of the reason was to allow "Zhong Fei" to participate in this TV series.Now if the company is asked to pay for him to drop the show, the higher-ups will only agree if they are out of their minds.

"It turns out that you have already seen it so openly." Peng Chunxiao leaned back on the back of the chair behind him, holding more marshmallows in his hand, "There is no way, the artist signed a contract with the management company, You have to work like a horse in this company until the contract expires. If you disobey the high-level instructions even a little bit, you may be hidden by the company. But you are very popular now, and you have a large number of fans. Your company should not be so stupid as to hide you .”

Cheng Weizhi muttered softly, "I wish they could hide me now."

"What?" Fortunately, Peng Chunxiao didn't hear clearly, and he said while taking the last marshmallow in the bag, "Speaking of which, can you tell me how long the contract between you and the company will expire? ?”

Cheng Weizhi blurted out: "Half a year."

"Half a year?" Peng Chunxiao exclaimed, "How is it possible, which company would fail to sign a 25-year-old artist?"

The age of 28 is the golden age of an artist, young, full of energy, and easy to maintain. The age at which an artist contract expires is at least 28, usually 30.

"No, you heard it wrong." Cheng Weizhi suddenly realized that what he said just now was the contract he signed with the company, "It's not half a year, it's eight years."

"Oh...that's still long enough." Peng Chunxiao patted his hands covered in powdered sugar, stood up and stretched, "Why don't you ask Duan Kejia? I think he is very kind to you." Take care, he will definitely help you with this little favor."

Cheng Weizhi sighed: "I've thought about what you said. But I don't want to owe him favors. Maybe it's just a small favor for him, but for me—"

"You misunderstood me." Peng Chunxiao looked at Cheng Weishi's eyes with a slight change of expression, "How could you owe him favors?"

Cheng Weizhi was slightly taken aback.

Peng Chunxiao lowered his eyes, and turned his fingers around the teacup on the table: "How could Mr. Duan help you break the contract for no reason?"

Cheng Weishi clenched his fists, his face gradually became serious: "You mean."

"You have to keep a good moral character, and you have to give up other equally important things, right?" Probably wanting to ease the sad and depressed atmosphere between the two, Peng Chunxiao laughed, "But I think you are very serious about protecting copyrights. His persistence should not reach such a point of death. I have never heard of a star who is willing to crawl into other people's bed in order to protect copyright—"

"No." Cheng Weishi interrupted him.

Peng Chunxiao nodded: "That's right, of course not. So you just turn a blind eye and close your eyes to complete the performance. What does the scriptwriter's plagiarism have to do with you, and you didn't ask him to copy it."

"No, there must be other ways." Cheng Weizhi stood up suddenly, grabbed the script on the table and left, "I'm going back, goodbye."

There was a "bang", and before Peng Chunxiao could react, the door had already been closed by Cheng Weishi.

Cheng Weishi returned to the room and found that Liu Zhonglin was helping him pack his luggage inside.

He suddenly remembered that tomorrow they were going to return and leave V City.

Filming here is over.

The clothes and daily necessities that had been placed chaotically before had been packed away by Liu Zhonglin, and the room became much brighter.

"I'll do it myself, you're tired too these days." Cheng Weishi sat down at the table and rubbed between his brows, his face haggard and gloomy.

Just seeing such a sad face, Liu Zhonglin seemed to have heard the sigh that could not be added in the other party's heart.

"Sir, I think you still look tired." Liu Zhonglin asked, "Is something wrong?"

Cheng Weizhi shook his head, and then the knuckles of his fingers "clicked" when he held them.

Liu Zhonglin sat down beside Cheng Weishi and helped him on the shoulders.He saw a script spread out on the table, with the words "Thousands of Families" written on the cover.

"I'm your assistant, if you have anything to tell me, I'll try to help you."

Cheng Weishi's eyes turned red.

He raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

Cheng Weizhi's voice was hoarse, and his lips were covered with some white stuff: "Then can you help me tell Dong Cheng——"

"what?"

"I really don't want to be in that TV show, I really don't want to be in that show... You don't know, that's my good friend in college, he's lying in a hospital bed now, I don't want to see him one day After waking up, I found that my hard work had been stolen, and found that my best friend was helping the tyrant for a shady wish. I don't know how I will face him then..."

Seeing that the other party could no longer control his emotions, Liu Zhonglin quickly handed over the tissue.

But Cheng Weizhi didn't cry.

"I can't help the tyrant, do you understand how I feel, I really can't act, I can't betray my friends—I can't—"

"Don't feel bad, I'll tell Mr. Dong what you think." Liu Zhonglin said as he was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Wait. He will definitely not agree." Cheng Weizhi hurriedly stopped Liu Zhonglin's hand, closed his eyes and lowered his head, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "Who am I?"

Liu Zhonglin was taken aback.

"I'm Zhong Fei."

The corners of Cheng Weizhi's slightly raised lips looked stiff.

The taste of forcing a smile is not very good.

Seeing this, Liu Zhonglin felt that the time was ripe.

He did not forget that Duan Kejia once asked him to beat "Zhong Fei" when necessary.

So he took out a note and said, "Sir, why don't you ask Mr. Duan? When I met Mr. Duan before, he told me that if you have any difficulties, you can go to him. This is what Mr. Duan gave me." address, saying that after you return to City S, he will wait for you here."

Cheng Weizhi was stunned and raised his hand to take it.

Unexpectedly, Duan Kejia wrote an address to his assistant.

The black font on it seems to be written with a pen, the handwriting is quite delicate, it doesn't look like it was written by Duan Kejia himself.

Cheng Weishi was a little hesitant, holding the folded note at a loss.

He began to doubt his shame as Cheng Weishi.

—He was moved.

Peng Chunxiao asked him to find Duan Kejia, and now his assistant also asked him to find Duan Kejia.

Everyone asked him to find Duan Kejia.

Duan Kejia had someone send the address to him.

But now, holding the address in his hand, he threw all the shame into the sky.

After all, it is much easier to betray yourself than to betray your friends.