What about actor?

Qi Mo took the time to attend Liu Huan's memorial service.

It was raining heavily that day, and the media, which had been densely surrounded outside, were caught off guard by the rain. They picked up expensive machines and scattered the honeycombs, which happened to be clean.

Madam Liu's complexion was not very good, she just nodded slightly in response to all the guests, Qi Mo wore a white chrysanthemum on his chest, and said his condolences to her.

A person who could name a person all over the world during his lifetime, but the ceremony after his death is surprisingly simple.

There was no fanfare, a silent tribute to the portrait in the solemn and solemn music, and a eulogy was delivered, and it was almost over.

Before leaving, Madam Liu suddenly stopped Qi Mo and asked him if he had time to say a few words.

With the patter of rain, Qi Mo stood under the rain curtain holding a black umbrella, and agreed in a little surprise.

On the return journey, sitting in the back seat seemed a little distracted.

Su Ran, the co-pilot, clearly reported the business inquiries he received, but he never got a response. He glanced back at Qi Mo and shouted, "Boss Qi?"

Qi Mo hummed perfunctorily.

"Are you thinking about something, I'll talk about it later?"

Qi Mo didn't reply again.

Su Ran understood his silence as a sign of agreement, and just as he closed his mouth, he heard Qi Mo ask again: "By the way, is that Xu Bin's contract drafted yet?"

Su Ran reacted very quickly. She pulled out the ipad and clicked, "Yes, you can check the electronic version first, and you can print it if there is no problem."

When Qi Mo was looking at the contract, Su Ran asked curiously: "Boss Qi, why did you spend such a high salary to hire him under Changji's banner?"

Su Ran couldn't understand the meaning of doing this.

Xu Bin is an independent manager, and the artist he is in charge of is only Shi Feng. The relationship between the two is more like friends and relatives than partners.

Even if Qi Mo doesn't spend a lot of money to poach him, it won't have any impact.

"There's no reason, it's just my own wish." Qi Mo said.

I just heard that Xu Bin, a manager and assistant, doesn't need a salary. His main business is running cafes, and he doesn't care about fashion when he's busy.

Allowing him to enter Changji with a high salary probably means letting him work full-time and wholeheartedly as an artist.

But in fact, the main reason was Shi Feng's incredible trust in this person, so Qi Mo decided to poach him and let him manage him as an employee of Changji.

His thoughts fell on Shi Feng again, Qi Mo sent Xu Bin a WeChat message, and his boss asked Shi Feng how he was on the set like a check.

Xu Bin came back quickly.

Xu Bin: Oh, I don’t know what to say

Xu Bin: He fell ill yesterday, and his whole body was under severe stress. I was terrified to see him

Qi Mo immediately frowned.

Mr Qi: Sick?because of what.

Of course Xu Bin couldn't say that it was because of Qin Cheng that his words were vague.

Xu Bin: Well, it’s not all about his psychological problems. This disease has been dragging on since four years ago, and it won’t get better in a while.

When Xu Bin said this, Qi Mo really remembered something.

He consulted a psychiatrist, and regarding Shifeng's situation, the other party's answer was that if the disorder is not properly treated in the initial stage of formation, the disease will become chronic.

It does not heal on its own and may last for life.

The training he had done for Shifeng was useful, but it might only alleviate the symptoms, all in all, it would treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

Xu Bin: The director may not be satisfied with his performance, he always scolds him

Xu Bin: But don’t worry about this, Xiaofeng has always been very obedient, endures everything, and will not lose his temper with the director

Mr Qi: That bastard Wang Gu scolded him?

Xu Bin was caught off guard and his hands trembled when he saw the word "dog thing": "..."

The big guy is just dragging, and everyone has to respectfully say that Director Wang's character is almost like a little guy in his mouth.

Mr Qi: Alright, I see, you go to work

Then Wang Gu received a call from Qi Mo.

Qi Mo's tone was quite flat, he didn't seem to be looking for trouble at all, he said, "You've had a good life recently."

Wang Gu said, "What do you mean?"

Qi Mo: "Did I give you face?"

Wang Gu has not yet reacted, "What the hell is going on, what did I do to offend you?"

Qi Mo smiled, and said casually: "Wang Gu, you have been suppressed by Liu Huan for so many years and finally made it through. Now you feel that the road is wide and easy to walk, you are a little bit drifting."

"What does it have to do with you—"

"You do those things behind your back, don't think I don't know."

With just one sentence, Wang Gu stopped talking instantly.

"You have to rely on this movie to compete for awards. I'll send my people in to get qualifications. We each get what we need." Qi Mo said in a low voice.

"Shifeng's physical condition is special, and sometimes he is not able to fulfill your request very well, so please, please bear with me?"

He clearly used the word please, but Wang Gu didn't hear the meaning of please from Qi Mo's tone at all.

Instead, it was like pressing his neck to say please.

Qi Mo put down the phone and fell silent again.

The scenery outside the car quickly reversed. He put his right hand by his side and tapped his index finger lightly, thinking about his conversation with Mrs. Liu.

Mrs. Liu, who looked extremely haggard after her husband died, started negotiating a deal with Qi Mo right after the memorial service.

A film and television base with a cost of 30 billion is used as a bargaining chip. She wants Wang Gu to fall forever in the film world and never get back up again.

When asked why, Mrs. Liu's answer was very metaphorical.

But Qi Mo could tell from it that what happened to Liu Chang had something to do with Wang Gu.

Mrs. Liu is outside the circle, and it may be difficult to reach in if she wants to do something, but she knows who can do such a thing.

Yingdi Qi is not just Yingdi Qi, he has the largest and most extensive network of contacts in the entertainment industry.

He is at the center, and the veins spreading from the center connect characters of different sizes, like a spider web magnified countless times.

From a certain point of view, no one dares to mess with such an existence, because it is easy for him to mess with you, but once he is regarded as a thorn in his side, it will be difficult for him to move forward.

But Qi Mo still didn't agree on the spot.

He finds it troublesome.

If it is really based on cold money transactions, he doesn't like the film and television base.

As a businessman, he wants more, and he has to think about it according to the ratio of energy invested and return.

This is not as simple as helping someone.

When Shi Feng saw Qin Cheng's friend request, he agreed without much hesitation.

The other party's circle of friends is very clean, mostly pure text, with few photos and videos.

On the other hand, the head portrait is more interesting, with slender hands stroking the British shorthair cat gently.

Qin: Are you still asleep, Xiaofeng?

Shi Feng replied no.

After thinking about it, Shi Feng said again: I accidentally hurt the back of my neck, and it hurts when I fell asleep.

Qin Cheng returned very quickly.

Qin: How did you get hurt? Is it serious?

Shi Feng quietly looked at this sentence for five seconds, turned on the front of the phone, patted the back of his neck with his hand, and then sent it.

It's windy: No, it just hit the machine

The wind is blowing: [image]

Especially scheming.

The photo he took was a bit exposed, the skin around the neck was snow-white, and the bruises looked particularly obvious.

After sending it over, there was no reply from Qin Cheng.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

When Shi Feng opened the door, he saw Qin Cheng wearing striped dark blue pajamas, with loose hair, holding a stick of ointment in his hand.

He tilted his head to look at the back of Shifeng's neck, and said, "Wipe this on, and the pain will be gone the next day."

When talking face to face, Shi Feng was obviously not as open-minded as he was on WeChat, and his face was paralyzed for more than ten seconds before he realized it: "Oh."

Qin Cheng didn't know what was going on in his mind, but thought Shi Feng's dazed look before going to sleep was cute, "Turn around and let me have a look."

Shi Feng looked at the ointment in his hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

"Can I see it myself? I'll help you." Qin Cheng said.

Shi Feng imagined it for a while, not sure if he could really hold back his reaction, and turned around and suddenly slapped Qin Cheng or something, that picture was so beautiful.

As soon as Shi Feng stretched out his hand, Qin Cheng took the ointment up, with a smile in his eyes, "You really don't want me to help you?"

Shi Feng said word by word: "No need."

He squinted his eyes with some discomfort, but this expression was too confusing, and it was reflected in the eyes of others like a cat throwing a tantrum.

Miraculously, Qin Cheng was pleased.

He suppressed those untimely thoughts in his heart, put the medicine in Shi Feng's hand, and said in a low voice, "Good night, Xiao Feng."

Shi Feng still lowered his head, his voice was flat: "Good night."

As soon as the door was closed, he threw the ointment casually, and when he lay on the bed, he regained his indifferent expression.

Tired again.

Many times, Shifeng longs to turn himself into a pile of mud.

Dying silently in the dark, I always feel that it is a kind of relief, and it is easy to be relieved. This kind of thought is especially frequent in the days in prison.

The people inside don't like him, everyone hates rapists, and also resists the rumored disease in him.

He lived like grass, and countless people stepped on him, but he still couldn't die.

The grass is swaying in the wind and rain, and the pain is over and the past is still alive. Shi Feng often thinks about what made him survive until now, maybe it is because he is not reconciled.

The phone rang, instantly pulling Shi Feng's thoughts back.

Mr. Qi: Are you going to London next week for filming?

It's windy: yes

It shows that it is typing.

Mr Qi: The boss is coming to visit the class, are you ready?

Shi Feng was stunned for a moment, unable to tell what was in his heart, and he didn't know whether he wanted him to come or not.

It's windy: oh

The wind is blowing: Is there a job?

Mr Qi: London Fashion Week, I was supposed to refuse

The Wind Rises: Then Why Are You Going Again?

Mr Qi: What do you think?

He suddenly asked a rhetorical question, Shi Feng didn't know what to reply, and after dragging on for 4 minutes, Qi Mo couldn't wait any longer.

Mr Qi: My lover doesn't want to see me, so of course I can only see my lover by myself

The Wind Rises: When did I say I don’t want to see you?

Qi Mo replied in seconds: Oh, then you want to see me?

Shi Feng, who was entangled, withdrew the previous sentence.

Mr Qi: What to do to withdraw

Mr Qi: You really don't want to see me?

Mr Qi: OK, then I won’t go

Shi Feng felt that Qi Mo was playing tricks, stared at the screen for a while, and found that the other party really didn't say anything.

Shi Feng was made to be frizzy, and his typing speed was extremely fast.

It's windy: I ​​didn't tell you not to come, you can come if you want?

Qi Mo replied very pretentiously: Don't force it.

"￥%#@&..." Shifeng threw the phone aside, and was going to sleep after throwing off the quilt, "I don't care if I love you or not."

Two minutes later, Qi Mo's phone vibrated twice.

The wind is blowing: come on