Chef God who doesn't want to be an actor is not a good idol

"The two things you gave me before have been resolved."

Wen Qi had just finished filming the night scene when he received a small message. He rubbed his brows and said, "I'm going to trouble you this time."

Xiang Xing's carefree voice came from the opposite side: "What's the relationship between us, it's a trivial matter. But Huanyue is also a chicken thief. When he found out that he couldn't keep it, he immediately threw out the discarded child, and directly issued a statement saying that the leak of the album cover was the fault of the post-production staff. Tsk tsk tsk, it's really ruthless..."

Listening to Xiang Xing's teasing, Wen Qi tapped on the car window with his fingertips: "Have you found out who is behind this incident?"

Xiang Xing noticed the change in Wen Qi's tone, and his voice became serious: "The staff member who was bribed recently had a large amount of funds in his account, but the other party used a temporary account, so he could only find out the approximate location. However, Ye Miaosong has a clue..."

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows lightly: "Say."

"Do you know the Xie family in Haicheng?"

Wen Qi quickly searched for relevant information in his mind, "I'm not familiar with it."

"That's weird," Xiang Xing muttered, "I found out that Ye Miaosong has been in contact with the young master of the Xie family recently..."

Haicheng... Xie's family...

Wen Qi's fingers tapping on the car window stopped suddenly, and a hint of inspiration flashed through his mind.

Xiang Xing on the other end of the phone didn't notice Wen Qi's strange silence, and was still talking about the news he found: "I'm also surprised, but the problem is that it's like this, and I don't know where it came from. It's time to start..."

Wen Qi suddenly interrupted Xiang Xing: "Master Xie's family... I remember there is only one Xie Rui?"

"correct."

"Xie Rui is a shareholder of Huanyue Media." Wen Qi closed his eyes and quickly sorted out the clues in his mind, "The Xie family in Haicheng made a fortune in the real estate business. investment..."

When Xie Rui became a shareholder of Joy Media...

Wen Qi opened his eyes suddenly, and Xiang Xing also gave the answer: "His first capital injection was three years ago."

Another three years.

When keywords that seem to be coincidental appear repeatedly, it can never be a true coincidence.

Wen Qi was still thinking about the secrets that might be hidden behind this incident, Xiang Xing couldn't bear to ask out the curiosity in his heart.

"Hey, Boss Wen, the name 'Du Ruo' appeared quite frequently in the things you asked me to handle recently." Xiang Xing's eyes were full of interest, and his tone was full of curiosity.

"Ah."

Hearing Wen Qi's voice, Xiang Xing was so surprised that he almost lost his grip on the phone, and his heart was full of "fucking shit". Before he could stop his thoughts, he heard Wen Qi's next sentence.

"He's my teammate."

teammate?

Xiang Xing swallowed hard, and tentatively said: "So, the impact of his reputation will be detrimental to the team?"

"En." Wen Qi responded inexplicably, frowning, as if he didn't understand why Xiang Xing asked this question.

Xiang Xing suppressed the urge to complain with his desire to gossip, "I remember, you have been anorexic recently, but you can only eat what Du Ruo makes?"

"He cooks delicious food."

"Then you will let him rest on your shoulder when you are on the show?"

"He was tired."

Wen Qi frowned suspiciously: "What exactly do you want to ask?"

A long line of complaints rolled across Xiang Xing's heart, but the last thing that came out was only one sentence: "It's nothing."

Listening to the busy tone of hanging up the phone, Xiang Xing tapped Erlang's leg and raised his eyebrows.

Ah.

Hammered, silly.

***

At four o'clock in the morning, the entire row of floors was pitch black.

Du Ruo walked through the darkness alone, and was the first to open the door of the practice room.

"click".

The finger moved away from the light control button, and the room was full of brightness.

The sound of music soon filled the practice room.

After the first dance, Du Ruo looked back at the scene just recorded in the camera without breathing heavily, and took the notebook that had already memorized most of the volume to list down the problems during the dance just now.

Then came the second time...

The third time...

Fourth time...

The small book has turned over more than a dozen pages, and Du Ruo's breathing gradually became heavy, but her footsteps were still as strong as before.

The figure in the white jacket and black trousers fell on the set up camera, over and over again, as if tirelessly practicing the dance moves that had been honed hundreds of times.

Until the summer sun shines through the curtains for the first time, and Du Ruo's white shirt is already soaked with sweat, Ning Anyi silently pushed the door in with her bag on her back and joined the practice team.Next came Chu Fang and Wen Qi.

When the dance teacher came to the practice room, Du Ruo had already changed into two white shirts.

During the one-person inspection, Du Ruo raised his hand and was the first to accept the inspection.

As the music flowed out, Du Ruo's eyes changed instantly.The natural twisting of the waist and hips; the smooth lines from the fingertips to the shoulders; the exact distance between each step and the comparison video... Every movement of his seems to be measured countless times with a ruler, the strength, amplitude, angle, Nothing is wrong.

The dance teacher looked at Du Ruo's movements, and the worry in his eyes melted away. When Du Ruo finished dancing this section, the always serious teacher gave Du Ruo a thumbs up for the first time: "Well done."

Du Ruo smiled indifferently, but the hands behind her were already tightly clenched into fists.

Wen Qi, who was squatting at the back of the classroom, saw Du Ruo's clenched hands, looked away, and raised his hands towards the teacher.When passing by Du Ruo's side, he stretched out his hand and patted Du Ruo's clenched fist, and quickly stood in front as if he hadn't done anything.

The music sounded again, and Du Ruo leaned against the wall, but his gaze didn't fall on the dancing figure in the center of the practice room, but stayed on his hand for a moment.

***

Until the general manager Feng Wei suddenly knocked on the door of the practice room, interrupting the practice, the TTW group changed their clothes urgently, and followed Feng Wei to the top floor of Huanyue Media.

A dispute is taking place in the conference room on the top floor of Joy Media.

"In any case, the return of TTW is the top priority of Huanyue Media this month, and it must be placed at the top priority." The old man with gray temples pressed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and scanned A circle of other people in the conference room.

The young man sitting in the front row of the conference table chuckled, breaking the old man's impassioned speech.

The old man's eyes immediately fell on him, "It seems that Mr. Xie has a different opinion?"

"I can't talk about opinions." The man called "Mr. Xie" was not polite, "It's just that I think it's ridiculous to bring us together, but only talk about artists."

"As an economic company, Huanyue Media's most important thing is of course the artist. Why not talk about it?" The old man looked at the young man with eagle eyes and retorted.

"Specifically bringing up the matter of TTW's comeback is a bit of a big deal." The man looked at the old man with a half-smile, and paused for a moment on the other people in the front row.

When it was time for the final vote, the old man's eyes widened when he heard the result of the vote ratio, and more than half of the people he caught lowered their heads.

"Short-sighted!" The old man slapped the table violently, feeling a chill creeping up his spine, and his whole body was weak.

Ruined.

Ruined!

"Then since the result has come out, then I'll take my leave first." After getting the desired result, the man ignored the trembling old man and the other silent people in the meeting room, smiled and dropped this sentence before heading towards the door go.

The door of the conference room opened, and the man walked out of the room with his chin lifted, and happened to bump into Du Ruo and his party.

I don't know if it was Du Ruo's illusion, but when he saw him, the man's aura condensed down.

The moment Wen Qi standing in front saw this man, his footsteps seemed to be unintentionally wrong, blocking the man's sight of Du Ruo.

Until the man passed by them, Du Ruo turned to watch the man walking towards the elevator, the back of the black suit gradually overlapped with a certain picture in his memory.

In an instant, Du Ruo's pupils shrank slightly.

He remembered!

The first time he came to Huanyue Media, he happened to see a man in a suit surrounded by people getting on the elevator.

It was the man I saw just now.

Before Du Ruo could think about it, he followed Feng Wei into another meeting room on the side.

The meeting room was full of people, and the person in the middle was the person in charge of the public relations department.

"Have you worked hard recently?" The person in charge of the public relations department sitting at the conference table rarely greeted him gently.

Seeing the unconcealable restlessness in his eyes, Du Ruo took advantage of the opportunity to bow his head and exchanged glances with Wen Qi, both of them read the same meaning.

It seems that what they need to do this time is not small.

With Feng Wei around, she naturally wouldn't let them answer these questions. She could keep in mind all the accounts of the public relations department's mistakes on the members of the group. When she heard this sentence, she raised her eyebrows and turned back. In the past: "I can't keep up with the busy people in your public relations department, and I can't find anyone during working hours at [-]:[-] in the afternoon."

This sentence is to satirize Du Ruo's improper handling of the cover incident of "Guofeng" magazine before.

The person in charge of the public relations department smiled awkwardly.

After going around in circles for several times, the person in charge of the public relations department finally couldn't help but put forward his intention: "It's like this. Recently, there have been some false remarks about the group on the Internet, and some fans may be a little emotional. We As for the PR department, I hope you can cooperate and hold a live broadcast to interact with fans to clarify these false rumors."

"There are a lot of rumors about the group, 'rumours' of being suppressed, 'rumours' of artists being squeezed, 'rumors' of enmity with the public relations department..." Feng Wei hugged her chest and stabbed at the person in charge of the public relations department with a livid face. Xiao Fei laughed, "Which rumor are you referring to?"

"Hehe, Mr. Feng was joking." The person in charge of the public relations department secretly scolded Feng Wei for not giving face, but because of the imminent matter, he had to suppress his dissatisfaction and laughed again, "It's mainly about the itinerary. I hope I can explain some of the problems in the live broadcast..."

Du Ruo got the manuscript prepared by the public relations department, which carefully marked out the problems they wanted to explain one by one, among which a few lines were highlighted.

[Members filming group dramas are all with the consent of the members themselves]

[The members' itineraries have been approved by the members themselves, and the company has not added additional tasks to the members]

【The schedule of the members is very reasonable】

Du Ruo and Wen Qi looked at each other the same way.

Ah.