star storm

Chapter11

After the dinner was over, when he returned to the villa, Ying Hao ordered Yu Xianjing to pack up and salute, and notified the crew to make overall arrangements before readjusting the shooting schedule.

Yu Xianjing thought to himself, those people from the production team were finally released and had to be re-arranged. I guess I'm going to scold Ying Hao to death in my heart.

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Ying Hao rushed straight into the bathroom, vomited, and returned all the delicious food he had enjoyed in the evening to the toilet.He vomited until he could only vomit acid water.

Finally, he wrung out the towel and wiped his face. The handsome face in the mirror looked exhausted from the heavy pressure and staying up all night for several days.The plane tomorrow morning, for the past few years, he has been running around like this, flying from this city to another city, from this set to another set, sometimes three in a row, the schedule is full full again.He was like a machine, running continuously, and finally got stuck.

But he can't stop, can't... Even if he slows down, countless people will surpass him in an instant.So even if you do whatever you can, you can't stop yourself...

When Fu Zhenjun came down the stairs, Ying Hao was sitting in front of the piano and playing crazily.

The rhythm like a violent storm filled the entire living room like overwhelming mountains and seas.The seemingly chaotic music is the ultimate explosion of emotions.He listened silently, feeling the pain, unwillingness, accusation and helplessness in the meantime.

Ying Hao was engrossed, his expression painful and tangled.He seems to be immersed in the world of music, playing until the sky is dark and the sky is dark.In the end, he pressed his hands heavily on the keys frantically, and sat there panting in vain.

After a long time, he stood up and turned around to find Fu Zhenjun standing on the stairs.

Ying Hao howled in fright, and cursed: "You are fucking standing there scaring ghosts!" In the middle of the night, a person wearing a mask suddenly appeared and stared at you silently, it's ridiculous to think about it.

Fu Zhenjun came down from the stairs, touched the mask with his hand, and said calmly: "Although you play the piano very well, it is already past midnight."

"I'm playing in my own home, and I want you to chatter here. Why haven't you left yet?! I told you, I have to move today."

Fu Zhenjun: "Everything is packed, and I'm leaving tomorrow. Before I leave, I have something I want to ask you."

"?" Ying Hao sat down on the sofa, looked at the pitch-black cinema screen, subconsciously picked up the foreign wine on the table, but when he thought he had just vomited, he put it back again.

"I heard that you played the piano at a friend's birthday celebration."

"..."

"Don't be nervous, I just want to ask how you really feel when you perform."

Yu Xianjing stood on the stairs and whispered, "Brother Hao, the bath water has been put away. The essential oil has also been prepared."

Ying Hao got up and walked upstairs.

Fu Zhenjun turned to his back and said, "Do you really enjoy the feeling of all the attention?"

Ying Hao paused, "If I see you again tomorrow, I will call the police."

Fu Zhenjun murmured: "Stars are born to be showy, so why demean themselves, this compensation is really unjust."

He imagined in his heart that Ying Hao was wearing a custom-made suit specially for him, under the bright lights, showing off his talent wantonly, and captivating the hearts of all the guests amidst the brisk piano music.

Some people are born so glamorous, and Ying Hao is one of the best.

Fu Zhenjun watched Ying Hao's figure disappear at the turning of the stairs, sat alone on the sofa where Ying Hao had just sat, and took out his mobile phone to check all the information about Ying Hao.

Ying Hao took a shower, applied the facial mask, took stomach medicine, and went to bed.

After a night of nightmares, an alarm kept calling: high energy ahead!High energy ahead!High energy response ahead! ! ! !

But the front is splendid and prosperous, surrounded by auspicious clouds in the sky, almost like a fairy.

He just stood there, hesitating...but he must go on...

The continuous beautiful scenery along the road and the endless blue coast in the distance made his wariness disappear in an instant, and he drove off in a Ferrari.

But, why is this bright color always covered with a layer of shadow?

He looked up at the sky for some unknown reason, and then found a face in the sky looking down at him, condescending, with dim eyes.This black and white face is clearly the image of Fu Zhenjun when he was young, and it is a posthumous photo used to sacrifice Biden on the Internet.

Ying Hao felt his hair stand on end, and drove the car to the extreme speed, but that face was still there.And then the face grinned at him—fucking a crooked mouth!

! ! ! ! ! ! !

Ying Hao woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat.

Look at the time, it's past six in the morning.He leaned on the bed, took the IPAD on one side and started surfing the Internet.

Only ten or so hours have passed since the dinner party, so I don't know how things are going now.

He was a little afraid to turn on the news.

After carefully reading Fu Zhenjun's resume, he deeply felt that no matter how hypocritical this person is, at least he has done so many public welfare deeds.It is easy to pretend to be a good person for a while, but difficult to pretend to be a good person for ten or twenty years!Disaster!Disaster!

Fu Zhenjun even gave his life to save people. Such a person should be buried in the martyr's tomb, so it doesn't matter if Yinghao bows to him.If not, let's forget about it...

He opened the webpage hesitantly, but saw a huge headline that read: Big Tiger Brings Out Insider Trading, Fu Zhenjun Was Pulled Under the Spotlight.

"..." Fuck it, it's too fast!

He doesn't read the content of the news at all, because the authenticity is really open to question.Everything is linked to corruption, as long as there is an investigation, something can always be found out.How can there be pure water in the world, even if Fu Zhenjun didn't make any moves, but with so many people in the group company, it's hard to guarantee that others will make frequent moves in private.

After Fu Zhenjun died, his only son was imprisoned, and the entire company had no leader. After such an investigation by the relevant department, it would be a matter of time before it fell apart.

However, this is just the beginning.

The wall falls and everyone pushes it down, it has always been like this.

Ying Hao closed his eyes in pain.

What did he owe Fu Zhenjun in his previous life? !Regardless of the future outcome, this life will be tightly bound by some kind of guilt.

Fu!Vibrate!hansome!These three words will be like a curse, following him.

He threw the IPAD aside, and pulled the quilt over his head.

When Fu Zhenjun and Li Xunze's parents went downstairs with their luggage, Wu Jixuan and Xiaoyuan were already waiting there.

"Let's go to the company and sign the termination contract later. My apartment will be paid to you as compensation."

Wu Jixuan gave him a strange look, and coughed slightly: "I guess we won't be able to sign the contract. Our President Yu flew to the United States early in the morning."

Fu Zhenjun: "This kind of contract is stamped with the company's seal, and it doesn't matter whether Mr. Yu is there or not."

"Nobody approves and signs."

"Isn't Mr. Yu also the one who has the final say?"

"Mr. Yu accompanied Brother Hao to the set early in the morning, and the plane has probably already taken off by now."

"...Then how to solve this matter?" Fu Zhenjun felt puzzled.They were the ones who said they were going to terminate the contract, but in the end they let it go. Is this a trick?

Wu Jixuan shrugged: "There is no termination of the contract, you are still an artist of the company, but your face is like this, the company will not arrange activities for you."

Fu Zhenjun: "Then I'm still a company employee, do I have a basic salary?"

Wu Jixuan smiled: "Yes, the basic salary is [-]. However, the company will pay the damages for breach of contract for you. If you calculate the basic salary, it will take decades to deduct it."

"..."

Li Xunze's mother said: "Then my son will go home and find a job again, will it work?"

"As long as you can't work in the entertainment industry, you can do anything. Some actresses in Hong Kong have no work. They sell fish eggs on the street, some go to bars to sing and sell beer, and some sell insurance. 350 nine lines, everything can be done A champion."

Fu Zhenjun looked at Wu Jixuan's mocking face, and said with a smile, "Indeed, you have to think about what to do in the future. Don't look at selling fish eggs and selling snacks, it's easy for someone to earn hundreds of thousands a year."

Wu Jixuan said: "If you sell snacks on the street, I will be the first to patronize your business."

"Okay, let me talk about it after I practice first."

Wu Jixuan saw that what he said was serious, and he didn't know whether it was true or not. He thought to himself, the artist is down and out, and in order to make a living, don't talk about it, he has to do everything.

Send Li Xunze's family away, and his mission will be completed.

The parents of Fu Zhenjun and Li Xunze were sent to the door of Li Xunze's apartment. The location is a bit out of the way, and the house is a bit old, but the housing price is still the same and remains high.

He wandered around casually, and when he opened the bedroom, he found a dull color on the beige sheets.

He didn't want to open or look at those chests of drawers.

He closed the bedroom door and said to the couple who were looking around, "Go home, it's up for sale."

"Why sell it? Let it rent out. If you don't work for the rest of your life, you will have something to eat." Li Xunze's parents finally showed a smile on their faces.

Fu Zhenjun thought to himself, if they knew what Li Xunze traded for this house, they probably wouldn't be able to laugh.

They booked the plane ticket for the afternoon, and when they were going to the airport, they accidentally passed the Hebin Highway, where Fu Zhenjun died, and today is exactly the seventh day.

At the place where the accident happened, there was only traffic passing through indifferently, and even if there were some cars parked, it was only because of the red light.

Fu Zhenjun said: "Stop the car, I want to take a look by the river."

Li Xunze's parents looked at each other quickly, and got out of the car quickly, "What's there to see by the river. Hurry up and get in the car, the driver is still waiting."

Looking at the long river, Fu Zhenjun suddenly smiled and said, "Seven days ago, someone fell into the water here, and a fool went to save him, but he died in the end."

"Ah, that's a good person. Alas, good people don't live long these days."

"Seven days ago, wouldn't today be the first seven days. Oh, let's go, so as not to cause any bad things."

"..."

Fu Zhenjun laughed, and when he turned back to the taxi, he found a bouquet of lilies lying on the bank of the river not far away.

The white is so dazzling... the loneliness is like a touch of irony...

Tsk, it turns out that there is more than one idiot in the world.