Bad feng shui in the entertainment industry

It is said that the film academy in Jicheng was disliked by the higher-ups because of its political inaccuracy in the early years, and was forced to relocate several times.When the reform and opening up returned to the original site, the large tracts of land were completely divided, leaving only a gap between the buildings. It takes less than 10 minutes to walk around the campus from east to west.Therefore, in order to adapt to this pocket-sized environment, the school built a twelve-story comprehensive teaching building, where all the colleges were packed together.

Places like schools always seem to be the best breeding ground for supernatural rumors, and film schools are no exception.According to legend, during the construction of the teaching building, a teacher of the photography school was crushed to death by the construction materials falling from the crane. This incident was quite agitated at the time. Because of the compensation issue, the school, the construction party and the relatives of the deceased went to court. Finally, the The way to reconcile is nothing.

The eighth floor of the teaching building happens to be the School of Photography, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor are often turned on by no one, so there are rumors that this is the teacher from the School of Photography who came back to teach the students.

It is rumored that after years of adding oil and vinegar, it has been perfected so that timid students dare not go to the eighth floor easily, and they don't know if it is intentional, and the school rarely uses the classroom on the eighth floor of the teaching building .

When Tomson first returned to school, it was already dark.At the school gate, he ran into Xue Zilin who hadn't seen him for a long time. Xue Zilin was getting off an expensive white car. The man sitting in the driver's seat looked like a young man. Tang Chen vaguely felt that the man's profile looked familiar, but The line of sight is blocked by the reflective glass, so I can't see clearly.

"Tom Chen, I saw you! Teacher Chen Lei is looking for you, you can go to his office if you have time."

"Teacher Chen? When did it happen?"

"It's been two days. I said I haven't been able to contact you. I'm going to take his elective class on Monday. He knows that I share a dorm with you, so let me tell you." Good thing, when talking to Tomson, he smiled and waved goodbye to the people in the white car.

"Okay, thank you." Tang Chen took out his mobile phone while walking towards the teaching building, and sure enough, he saw the WeChat message sent to him by Chen Lei, and there were still a few missed calls, because he didn't pay much attention to his mobile phone these two days, so he missed .

Chen Lei is an associate professor in the Department of Photography, and his ability to build relationships is stronger than his ability to lecture. In order for Tang Chen to enroll smoothly, Tang Quangui hooked up with him through a business friend and contributed a lot to an art film he was shooting. Money, he also reciprocated, helping to contact people who could speak in the school, not only tampering with Tomson's physical examination form, but also finding a way to exempt him from the physical examination every semester.

Usually in school, Chen Lei would not intentionally get close to Tomson, but if they met by chance, he would greet him with a symbolic care.

Tang Chen was still immersed in the pain of Mrs. Tang's letter, and then he was frightened by the abrupt voice without any follow-up. His extremely overdrawn brain could no longer separate the space for irrelevant people and things, so he went to Chen Lei On the way to the office, I was a little absent-minded and didn't realize that this was the first time that Teacher Chen Lei took the initiative to find him in three years.

"I'm sorry, teacher. I didn't see the message you sent me. In the past two days, my home..." Tang Chen knocked on the door of the teacher's office of the photography department, and it happened that only Chen Lei was there.

"Teacher, I heard, it's okay, come in and sit down first." Chen Lei is over 50 years old, with half-length hair with a little curly hair, pea-like eyes hidden behind black-rimmed glasses, with a small but focused shrewdness, he His attitude towards Tang Chen was quite gentle, and he even poured a cup of hot water for him and put it in front of him, "You also have to express your condolences. You are not in good health, so you can't let yourself fall ill."

Tang Chen knew that it was impossible for Chen Lei to call him here just to comfort him, so he obediently took the water glass and waited for Chen Lei's next words.

Sure enough, Chen Lei clarified his real intention with a few polite words: "Actually, I called you here today. The teacher wants to ask about film investment."

The teachers of the film academy are also divided into departments, some focus on TV dramas, and some focus on movies.Among them, people who engage in film are divided into two groups, one group is making money through theaters, and the other group is mainly independent producers who specialize in art films. They do not aim at box office revenue, but only aim at awards at film festivals around the world. .Chen Lei belongs to the latter category. He has been planning this art film for many years, but unfortunately he has not been able to attract investment. After all, capital is now revolving around commercial films, and big bosses are rarely interested in investing in art films. Years ago, Tomson's father injected capital into Chen Lei's project.

"Some time ago, your father's company was in trouble, and the promised follow-up funds were not in place, and the teacher didn't urge him to borrow some money from his friends. However, I heard that your father's company has improved recently, thanks to Mrs. Tang. insurance money..."

Tang Chen raised his head abruptly, almost knocking over the water glass in his hand, "What insurance money?"

Chen Lei was a little surprised, "Huh? So you don't know?"

"I, I don't care much about my father's company, so I don't know much about it." Tang Chen took a sip of water in a concealed manner, but couldn't hide the paleness on his face that faded instantly.

"It's no secret that Mrs. Tang purchased a personal insurance of 5000 million US dollars from an overseas insurance company, and the beneficiary was your father. This money solved Tang's financial problems in a timely manner."

When Chen Lei said this, he suddenly thought of the gossip that had been circulating in the circle a while ago. Some people even suspected that Tang Quangui murdered his wife for insurance money.After all, the fact that the Tang family was not on the table has now been made public. When the wife's body is not cold, the outsider is allowed to enter the house. This kind of thing can only be done by a nouveau riche like Tang Quangui.However, Chen Lei and some people who had dealt with Tang Quangui didn't think he could do such a thing.After all, if Tang Quangui had such courage and vigor, he wouldn't be just a small real estate developer with the escort of Lao Taishan.

"Since your father's company is no longer a problem, the teacher would like to ask, when will the balance of the investment be credited? I haven't been able to contact your father for the past few days. You go home and see him, and ask the teacher."

In the end, Tang Chen was sent out of the office by Chen Lei with a pleasant face. He reluctantly took a few steps, and suddenly put down his backpack nervously, took out the insurance contract that he had just taken out of the bank safe, and turned to the page of the insured amount.

Exactly $5000 million.

Tang Chen thought he had misremembered again, and quickly turned the contract to the page of the final beneficiary.

What was written was his own name, which was Tang Chen, not Tang Quangui.

With trembling hands, Tomson took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the insurance company's China office. It was off-duty time, and after the call was connected, it was directly transferred to an automatic voice.Tang Chen followed the prompts, entered the order number of the insurance contract in his hand, and chose to check the status.

Check for empty number.

Tomson tried twice more, and the cold electronic female voice gave the same answer over and over again: check is an empty number.

What exactly went wrong?Is this insurance contract a fake?Was that weird Lawyer Fang lying to him?But the handwritten letter left by my mother can't be wrong.So, under what circumstances would a woman choose her husband as the beneficiary of her high life insurance when she knew her husband was cheating and had an illegitimate child?

Eliminate all the impossibilities, and the remaining possibility, no matter how incredible it is, is the only truth.This is a classic line in countless mystery novels and movies, but at this moment, it seems like a stirrer pierced into Tomson's stomach, mixing doubt, panic, disbelief and all mixed emotions into one ball, which is almost overwhelming. Want to gag.

Tang Chen rushed into the bathroom, unable to control the physiological nausea, and threw up holding the wash basin.Because he didn't have time to eat all day, he didn't actually vomit anything. From the sour water at the beginning, all that remained was retching.

There was a sound of opening and closing the door outside. It was Chen Lei who locked the door of the office and left in a hurry. He didn't notice Tomson in the bathroom. When he walked away and got into the elevator, the entire eighth floor of the teaching building was silent. Yes, there was no more movement.The voice-activated lights in the corridor went out one by one, leaving only an empty silence.

Tang Chen needed to support the washbasin to stand still. He turned on the tap and washed his face.In the dim bathroom, there was only a faint light from the lights outside the window.

At this moment, light came in from outside the bathroom door, and Tang Chen saw through the mirror that the voice-activated lights in the corridor were lighting up one by one, from far to near, as if an invisible person was slowly approaching Walk over to the bathroom.

Tang Chen remembered the legend about the eighth floor of the teaching building, and wanted to retreat, but found that he couldn't control his body at all.

The voice-activated light finally reached the bathroom door, and then stopped.

Tang Chen was almost scared out of his wits, but the self in the mirror slowly raised the corners of his lips, stood up slowly, and then tidied up his messed up clothes with an almost leisurely attitude.

"Oh, so you are still afraid of ghosts and gods."

Tomson didn't speak, but his lips moved involuntarily, using his voice with a contemptuous tone he had never had before.

"So, are you afraid of me too?"

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