dear dreamer

Luo Hengqiu only found out that he was being monitored after being reminded by a friend.

The method is not very clever, but the bad thing is that Luo Hengqiu never thought that someone would actually attack his mobile phone, so he was defenseless.When a friend with relevant work experience called him, he heard a slight noise. After meeting him, he took his mobile phone and turned it on. Sure enough, he found a tiny monitor inside.The friend told him that not only the call was monitored, but the content of the text message was also very likely to be intercepted.However, the current technology for intercepting text messages is still very backward. During the interception process, the reception may be incomplete or not received at all.

Luo Hengqiu suddenly remembered that during this period of time, Deng Tingge often only received a part of the long text messages sent to him.

Both of them thought it was a problem with the communication network, and they didn't think about it at all.

Luo Hengqiu was surprised at first, but soon calmed down.He is currently presiding over the personnel transfer of Huatian Media's senior management, which has touched the interests of several major shareholders, and he already has some ideas in his mind.

"After removing this, the listener will know immediately that we have found this monitor." The friend told him.

"Don't tear it down, keep it." Luo Hengqiu later told Deng Tingge to reduce contact, he needed time to react to this matter.

He entrusted a friend to buy a new mobile phone, transferred all important data from the old mobile phone to the new mobile phone, and specially saved all the text messages Deng Tingge sent to him.He didn't know if the other party already knew of Deng Tingge's existence, so he didn't dare to go to him rashly, and he would read the text messages when he was free.

He remembered a friend he met when he was studying outside.The boy pursued her girlfriend for three years, wrote down every message they sent to each other during these three years, and neatly transcribed it in a notebook.When they knew that he did such a thing, they all laughed.No one thought he would last, but he did.

Say goodbye to each other on graduation day.Boy and girlfriend will fly to another country.When Luo Hengqiu saw them off, he saw his bulging schoolbag, and when he thought of the notebooks in it, he suddenly became confused: Why did he laugh at such a person?

What a stupid thing, if you continue to do it for a long time, it will become an embarrassing persistence.

He found a notebook, unscrewed the cap, slid the nib of the pen across the paper for a few lines, and put it down again with a smile.He decided not to write again, and curled up lazily in the chair, flipping through each article.

Deng Tingge is still waiting for "Long Yuan" to start.He still meets and discusses with Yan Fei, Lu Zhixia and Chen Yiping on time every day.The screenwriting teacher from the screenwriting group and occasionally the scholars invited by Chen Yiping were also included in the recent script exchange meeting. Deng Tingge sometimes felt as if he was teaching in another classroom.

He doesn't hate it.He didn't feel uneasy about not taking a relatively stable path according to his parents' expectations.It was the first real work to meet such a creative team, which made him see another way of doing things in this circle.

Just after the seminar ended today, Chen Yiping told everyone that the launch time of "Long Yuan" is scheduled to be at the beginning of next month.Not long after Deng Tingge left his office, he received a call from Zhong Xing.

Hurriedly rushing back to Zhong Xing's studio, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Fang Zhongyi sitting in the lounge with a guitar in his arms, with a huge earphone on his head, writing a score seriously.The assistant told Deng Tingge that Fang Zhongyi and Zhong Xing almost went in and out at the same time these days, and came here to do nothing else, just writing songs in the lounge.

Zhong Xing saw that Deng Tingge had entered, and told him to close the door first, and then started talking with him with a serious face.

"It's Lao Luo's business to call you back in such a hurry." Zhong Xing said, "I have a good relationship with several mainstream media. Last night they received a report related to Huatian Media. The draft, the content of the draft is mainly to say that Huatian’s new manager has mismanaged, Huatian is facing a huge crisis, etc. Of course, these are not important issues.”

Zhong Xing stopped, picked up his teacup and took a sip of water.

Deng Tingge: "...What is the important question?"

"From our standpoint, the important issue is a sentence in it." Zhong Xing said, "The draft lists a lot of evidence of Luo Hengqiu's mediocrity, incompetence, and pleasure-seeking. It mentions that he and a young man surnamed Deng Artists have close contacts, and the content of text messages is even more disgusting."

Deng Tingge: "..."

He simply didn't know what to say.He didn't know how to deal with such a boring and bloody development, so he could only say "oh".

"My media friends all know that the investor of my studio is Huatian Media, so they let me know immediately. I don't think other things are important. Luo Hengqiu can handle it. The problem is you .”

"There are so many artists with the surname Deng..." Deng Tingge stopped suddenly.He remembered what Luo Hengqiu said about the interception of text messages.If the interception of text messages was also done by those who deliberately released this kind of draft, then his existence should have been known by the other party.

"Why didn't the other party make a fuss about Lao Luo's relationship issue, because that is not important at the moment." Zhong Xing said, "Manipulating public opinion requires rhythm and level. When other issues fail to work, Lao Luo's Emotions, sexuality, and life style can all be the reasons for them to oppose him. You should understand that most people in this world still care about such things."

Deng Tingge said I understand. "What can I do?" He asked Zhong Xing.

Although Luo Hengqiu had his own way to deal with it, Zhong Xing also knew that this sudden outbreak of internal dispute caught him off guard, and the maliciousness mixed in it was too obvious, so he had to find a way to fight it.

"Don't do anything, pay attention to keep your distance." Zhong Xing paused for a while, as if he was considering his words, "Don't say anything else, you have just entered this circle, don't give people the opportunity to pour your dirty water. Bad things spread thousands of miles, bad things I can still remember it for decades.”

"I know." Deng Tingge said, "But I don't have that kind of relationship with my brother. The so-called nasty text messages are just saying hello in the morning, saying good night in the evening, and sometimes discussing work with him."

Zhong Xing frowned: "That's it? That's not disgusting."

Deng Tinge: "Maybe, just a little more."

Zhong Xing: "...Why are there so many?"

Deng Tingge: "Just good morning every day, good night every day, and a dozen text messages every day discussing work. Hey, it's just like normal."

Zhong Xing: "...is it abnormal already?!"

After he finished yelling, he laughed, rattled, and winked at Deng Tingge.

Deng Tingge had a slight smile on his lips, as if he knew what he was thinking but did not refute it, and accepted his speculation calmly.Zhong Xing laughed for a while and finally put it away, saying: "Dare to play tricks on your boss... Are you and Lao Luo serious?"

Deng Tingge scratched the tip of his nose: "Not yet, it's not that far. The relationship is still relatively good."

He didn't tell Zhong Xing, but when Zhong Xing told him what Luo Hengqiu was facing now, a bold idea popped up in his mind.

Leaving Zhong Xing's office and encountering the elevator going up one floor at a time, Deng Tingge could only take the stairs instead.He walked down slowly, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Luo Hengqiu's office.

He didn't know if Luo Hengqiu was there, or if he was free to answer the call, so when Luo Hengqiu's voice came from the other end, he was a little surprised.

"Hello." Luo Hengqiu seemed to be reading the materials over there, and he could hear the sound of paper rubbing and flipping.

"Brother..." Deng Tingge said slowly.

Luo Hengqiu also seemed taken aback, the voice at hand disappeared: "Why did you call? What happened?"

"It's okay. I just left Zhong Xing's studio. He just told me what happened to Huatian now."

Luo Hengqiu smiled relaxedly, and his voice was not stagnant: "This matter... I have already prepared for it. This situation is inevitable, and the major shareholders will not accept me, but it is not a difficult thing to deal with, so don't worry. What shareholders want is to make money, as long as you can show them your ability to make money, the neutral and vacillating people will be able to win over, and the remaining stubborn people are no threat.”

"You can solve it?" Deng Tingge asked, "Then what about the thing they said that you have a particularly close relationship with an artist surnamed Deng?"

Luo Hengqiu was quiet for a moment, and said calmly: "Catching the wind and shadow, the relationship between you and me is normal, isn't it?"

"No, Senior Brother." Deng Tingge was so nervous that his mouth became parched and he swallowed hard, "I mean..."

Luo Hengqiu hummed suspiciously.

"I mean, since they've said that, let's just make it real," Deng Tingge said.

Luo Hengqiu remained silent for a long time before slowly saying "You're fine".

"I'm fine." Deng Tingge finally uttered the words, that bold idea had been revealed, and he suddenly felt that his strength had returned, and he could continue to speak.

He lowered his voice: "You and I both know that it's not normal anymore."

When Deng Tingge thought that Luo Hengqiu had put down the phone and was talking to himself, Luo Hengqiu finally gave him a response.

"Where are you now?" he asked.