celebrity effect

Xing Yang stared at the red-covered invitation letter with a strange expression on his face. He flicked the invitation back and forth, trying to find some unusual signs, such as the Morse code that would appear on the paper if it was roasted with fire.

The cause of the incident was that Zong Zhengqian stepped into the office in the morning and lightly threw a letter to Xing Yang, saying, "If you have any questions, come to the office to find me."

Xing Yang opened the envelope in bewilderment, muttering to himself who is being so pretentious, can't he make a phone call if something needs to happen?Inside the envelope was an invitation letter, written by Zongzheng Shuwen on the inside, inviting Xing Yang to his birthday party.

Xing Yang: "..."

Zongzheng Shuwen, Zongzhengqian's nephew, is 21 years old, four years younger than Xing Yang, and is a senior this year.Counting the days, it should be that he just finished his graduation defense, so he should find an excuse to relax.

The question is, what did this kid invite Xing Yang to do to relax and have fun?

The number of times Xing Yang met Zongzheng Shuwen can be counted on one hand, and his impression of Zongzheng Shuwen is limited to "brainless brat".But Zongzheng Shuwen looked down on Xing Yang, a wild child of lowly background. He felt that Zongzhengqian's raising Xing Yang was completely like Xing Yang's appearance. Why can a vagrant become a member of the Zongzheng family.In Beijing, where rich and powerful families gather, it is not too much to say that Zong Zhengjia ranks among the top ten.Xing Yang was out of place among a group of lucky reincarnations, which made Zongzheng Shuwen extremely uncomfortable.

Xing Yang is so sensitive to other people's malice, Zongzheng Shuwen just looked at Xing Yang and knew what crooked thoughts were going on in this guy's stomach.Zongzheng Shuwen looked down on Xing Yang, so Xing Yang naturally wouldn't rush to lick it.

Xing Yang thinks that he is no different from those powerful disciples who think highly of themselves, don’t they all eat, drink, sleep, and play guns? Could it be that your Zongzheng Shuwen eats two more bowls of rice and drinks two more bowls of water than him?Given Zongzhengqian's strict control, the last condition is indeed possible.

However, there was an invitation letter from Zongzheng Shuwen in front of Xing Yang, which was very... The jackal gave the fox New Year's greetings.

Xing Yang casually threw the invitation letter on the table, picked up the computer and had a morning meeting with the client.He was too lazy to speculate with a normal person's thinking about a second-generation official like Zongzheng Shuwen who had no roots in his brain. God knows what the crazy is thinking.He was even more lazy to ask Zongzhengqian, Zongzhengqian had never been close to her nephews and nieces, and he couldn't find any useful information.

At the same time, Shao Zhixing was on the phone with Qu Junshan, chatting about Wu Haiyi who was killed by a prop two years ago while filming.Shao Zhixing basically sorted out the context of the matter, but lacked Huang Yunjie's background information, and Qu Junshan happened to have a wide network of contacts and could help him make money.

"Huang Yunjie is the nephew of a bureau chief." Qu Junshan said, "I don't know who it is, but there is someone behind him."

Shao Zhixing had expected this result a long time ago. He stood by the window, poked the slender leaves of the orchid with his fingertips, and lowered his eyebrows: "Did anyone pursue this case at that time?"

"Are you referring to the reporter or the police?" Qu Junshan asked.

"All of them." Shao Zhixing said.

"I got a private list, and I'll send it to your email later." Qu Junshan said, "This matter doesn't mean that the water is deep, at least it's not shallow."

"I'm mentally prepared." Shao Zhixing said, "Thank you Director Qu."

"You are Xiao Xing's friend. As an elder, I would like to advise that some things can be pursued to a certain extent." Qu Junshan pointedly said, "You don't have to have an answer, good and evil will be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. .”

"Director Qu," Shao Zhixing said with a deep breath, "I don't think justice delayed is justice."

Qu Junshan was silent for a while, and said: "My crew has terminated the contract with Huang Yunjie." It means that there is a high probability that he will not associate with Huang Yunjie in the future, and he does not want to mix up old things.

Shao Zhixing could hear the refusal in Qu Junshan's words, he said: "I wish Director Qu a blockbuster movie and a prosperous business."

Putting away the phone, Shao Zhixing's brows were gloomy.

The world of adults is nothing more than a formula. Whether the input and output are proportional, do it if the output is greater than the input, and give up if the output is less than the input.

Qu Junshan didn't want to make trouble, he terminated the contract with Huang Yunjie to avoid risks, and the income > investment, this decision is reasonable.But if Qu Junshan is allowed to go one step further and help Shao Zhixing find evidence that Wu Haiyi was killed by Huang Yunjie, what benefit will Qu Junshan get?Wu Haiyi is dead, and Huang Yunjie is covered by someone behind him. Two years have passed, so what's the point of bringing up the old story again?

Shao Zhixing hesitated, he dialed Xing Yang's phone number, and after a while, Xing Yang's voice came: "Hello?"

"Xing Yang." Shao Zhixing pinched the orchid leaves with his fingertips and rubbed them back and forth, "Are you free now?"

"Mr. Shao's call, how dare I not be free." Xing Yang said aloud, he happened to end the client's meeting, and just happened to chat with Shao Zhixing to change his mind, "What's the matter?"

"Huang Yunjie." Shao Zhixing looked out the window in confusion, "Should I continue digging about Wu Haiyi?"

Xing Yang chuckled: "Baby, if you ask me if you want to dig deeper into the matter of a dead person, I'm sure it's unnecessary to answer. But," he changed the subject, "ask yourself if you want to dig deeper."

Shao Zhixing pinched the leaves of the orchid, his fingertips turned white, he was silent for a while, and said, "I think, but..."

"There are no buts." Xing Yang said, "Where are there so many buts, just do what you want, and I will help you watch."

"You mean..." Shao Zhixing wanted Xing Yang to speak clearly, what does it mean to [help him watch].

"I'll help you out." Xing Yang's tone was still soft, like an ordinary greeting, "Huang Yunjie is covered by someone? Then you pull out the people who support you, what are you afraid of, fuck him."

Shao Zhixing laughed: "That's it."

"Zhixing, you are an investigative reporter." Xing Yang said, "The investigative reporter goes forward bravely and is invincible."

"En." Shao Zhixing's eyes brightened, "Okay."

"Don't just be nice." Xing Yang said viciously, "Kiss me."

"..." Shao Zhixing rubbed his face in embarrassment, "No."

"You are not authentic." Xing Yang complained, "I will never play with you again."

Shao Zhixing had nothing to do with Xing Yang, who had degenerated into a small class in kindergarten. He looked around, but he didn't find his colleague who was strolling around, so he quickly stuck to his phone and uttered a "chirp".

Xing Yang smiled and said, "Good boy. Let it go, I'll go to a meeting."

Shao Zhixing's cheeks were hot, he put his phone in his pocket, squeezed his crimson ears with both hands, and his heart was full of embarrassment.He stood by the window for a while, tidying up the messy leaves of the spider plants. The fluffy fried spider plants seemed a bit aggrieved no matter how they looked.

Xing Yang stood in front of Zongzhengqian's table, he waved the invitation: "Do I have to go?"

"Go and see." Zong Zhengqian said, "If you don't go, how will you know what happened?"

"I don't want to know." Xing Yang said.

"Really?" Zong Zhengqian raised her left eyebrow. Xing Yang is a cat, keen and curious. To help someone cover up a problem, one must know the problem first. Xing Yang is particularly interested in the truth behind the illusion, which is similar to that of a reporter. The characteristics are the same.

Zong Zhengqian stretched out her hand: "If you don't want to go, give me the invitation letter."

Xing Yang stretched out his hand holding the invitation letter and pressed his fingertips hard. Zong Zhengqian pinched the other side of the invitation letter and said with a smile, "Let go."

Xing Yang frowned. What exactly did Zongzheng Shuwen mean, and what did he want to do? Could it be that Zongzheng Shuwen suddenly realized that he wanted to have a good relationship with Xing Yang, and everyone envied him?Xing Yang scratched his heart and lungs, wishing he could rush into Zongzhengshu's writer's house, take out the opponent's brain and study it under a microscope.

"I'll go." Xing Yang took back the invitation letter and put it in his pocket, "I'll go, that's fine."

Zong Zhengqian had an expression of "I don't know you yet, little boy", and she said, "You know the level of Shuwen, so don't feel pressured."

"I have no pressure." Xing Yang said, "I think he is sick."

"Don't argue with the patient, you'll lose your share." Zong Zhengqian followed Xing Yang's words, she held her chin, "I'll go with you."

"Back me up? No need." Xing Yang said, "The two of us went in staggered back and forth. Shuwen Zongzheng was afraid of you. Seeing you is like a mouse seeing a cat."

"Afraid of me?" Zong Zhengqian wondered, "How do you know he is afraid of me?"

"Sister." Xing Yang said helplessly, "He didn't dare to look directly into your eyes, he nodded at everything you said, and almost shrank under the coffee table, isn't he afraid of you?"

"I thought he was just listening to me," Zong Zhengqian said.