Debt in the entertainment industry

"No, Mr. Wei, this is just an inference." Bai Zhengning's words did not play a consoling role.

Ji Zhehuan knew in his heart how accurate this deduction was.For Dong Bocheng, after he gradually closed himself off, he only had hatred and no other emotions.After inferring this matter today, I still can't help becoming angry, it's just that I hate it even more.He even couldn't help blaming himself, always thinking that his parents abandoned him, and cursed viciously when he almost couldn't survive...

After tidying up his things, Bai Zhengning said, "Okay, both of you, let's end today's conversation. Mr. Ji provided a lot of useful information that needs to be sorted out. I will bring up any doubts. I hope Mr. Ji will cooperate again." After finishing speaking, he stood Get up and say goodbye.

Ji Zhehuan suppressed the heavy anger and self-blame in his heart and stood up to respond: "I will, thank you Mr. Bai."

After sending Bai Zhengning away, Wei Ting turned around and hugged the man with dark eyes and silence into his arms, only to find that he was trembling slightly: "Huanhuan, if you are angry and sad, you can curse or cry..."

"Wei Ting," Ji Zhehuan said, looking up from Wei Ting's warm embrace, "I want to go horseback riding."

"Okay." Huanhuan needs a way to vent, and riding a horse is a good choice.

The two immediately set off for the riding grounds.For a whole afternoon, Wei Ting accompanied him on a gallop. The horse was tired, and so was the man.The two led the horse and walked back slowly.

Ji Zhehuan picked the same horse as last time, and when they got closer, the two horses got together and sniffed nose to nose.

Wei Ting used his thumb to wipe away the sweat from the corners of the eyebrows, and then asked, "Is it better?"

"Ah."

"Huanhuan, you are stronger than I imagined. If it were someone else, you might not be able to survive this kind of thing."

"Okay, don't comfort me, if you want to solve the problem, you have to face it first, don't you?"

Wei Ting carefully looked at the person's expression again, and made sure that the other person was not forced to smile before speaking: "Yes, we will face it together and solve it together. By the way, we can reschedule the signing..."

"Forget it, I won't sign." Ji Zhehuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Ting felt ashamed, so he quickly explained: "Huanhuan, I didn't do this on purpose..."

Seeing him like this, Ji Zhehuan couldn't help laughing: "I don't blame you, I didn't like filming in the first place, and I don't want to film in the future."

"Alright, I'll support you in the future." Wei Ting raised his hands in agreement.

Ji Zhehuan thought for a while and said, "I want to find another job."

Wei Ting immediately became serious, and said seriously: "No, it's not convenient for you to go out to work now."

Because of the influence of "Tingyin in Troubled Times" and the intentional or unintentional promotion of him and Dongyi, Ji Zhehuan now has many fans. Speaking of it, he didn't make good arrangements.

Continue to persuade: "We are together, what is mine is yours."

"It's different," Ji Zhehuan retorted, but he didn't want to argue with him, so he changed the subject: "We'll talk about this later."

Wei Ting nodded knowingly: "You should rest for a while, the lawyer will often come to you."

Ji Zhehuan is well aware of Dong Bo's current strength, and he is a little worried: "Is it really that simple? Even if we sue him, can we win? What's more, I'm worried about your identity..."

"Bai Zhengning is the best and most just lawyer, you have to trust him. As for me, don't you trust me?" Wei Ting handed the horse over to Xiaotong, and went to change clothes with Huanhuan.

Ji Zhehuan nodded, still hesitating in his heart.

On the way back, music was playing in the car, and the articulate and beautiful radio host said: "Next, let's enjoy a song that has caused a lot of topics on the Internet, "He" by Li Bai, the new generation of music prince, That’s right, it’s the man next to Single. Some people say that this is a song written by Li Bai for himself, and some say that this is a song written by the little prince for his rival. After listening to it, is there any listener who would like to share your opinion with us? Woolen cloth?"

The simple and melodious guitar sound slowly sounded, and Li Bai's slightly childish but agile voice sounded along with the rhythm.

Ji Zhe's joy is like still water, and he enjoys the music quietly.

"This is the song he wrote for you." Wei Ting commented, "It's very nice."

Ji Zhehuan also nodded in agreement: "It sounds good."

Wei Ting was unhappy now: "Why are you so recruiting..."

How could I... Ji Zhehuan was wronged silently.

Seeing his cute expression, Wei Ting couldn't help being happy: "After this matter is over, I'll take you to see my parents, shall I?"

Ji Zhehuan turned his head out of the car window: "Let's talk."

Wei Ting asked his second uncle to send someone to help Bai Zhengning investigate Dong Boxeng, and he also tried his best to spend time talking with Huanhuan and Bai Zhengning, and the days passed for half a month.

Ye wind.Dong Bocheng is the largest multinational company in his hands.He doesn't come to the company often, but these days he reports on time every day.

On the way home from get off work, a black high-end car was driving on Zhiyuan Road in City A. When passing by a small bookstore, the man suddenly said, "Stop!"

The veteran driver with more than 20 years of driving experience immediately stepped on the brakes, and the men beside him followed the man's gaze.The bookstore has a small facade, and behind the transparent glass door is a familiar figure.

"Brother Cheng, it's Mr. Ji."

Dong Bocheng nodded slightly, and ordered: "Go and see what he is doing."

That subordinate usually works in the company and has never shown his face in front of Ji Zhehuan.

After 10 minutes, the men came back with a few books in their hands.

"Brother Cheng, Mr. Ji works here." His subordinates got into the car and reported the situation.

The man who acts calmly can always show his emotions easily when he hears about this person, frowning and asking, "Go to work? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I pretended that a fan asked him for an autograph, and he said that he stopped filming and just worked here." The subordinate replied.

Dong Bocheng nodded slightly, he had achieved his goal, this is the best way.Glancing at the bookstore again, Huanhuan's body was half blocked by the bookshelves, and when she couldn't see anyone, she said, "Drive."

Because of Wei Ting's interference, his people could no longer monitor the movements of the two of them well.And because I have too many enemies, I usually choose to take a remote path. I didn't expect to get such a big harvest, and it didn't take much effort.

Dong Bo walked into the living room exhausted, butler An came up to take the clothes, and couldn't help but ask doubts in his heart: "Master, has something serious happened to the company recently?"

Dong Bocheng did not hide it from him: "I plan to move Yefeng to the United States."

Steward An was taken aback: "This is absolutely impossible. Although the company is listed in the United States and has cooperation there, it is not easy to enter the American market. Doesn't this mean starting all over again?"

Dong Bocheng sat down on the sofa, he was a little tired: "Uncle An, you don't believe in my ability?"

"I believe, but...but what about the black prison?" Steward An even forgot to pour water for Dong Bocheng.

"Uncle An, sit down and chat."

Steward An was not shy either. He sat down and advised earnestly: "Young master, it has been difficult for you for so many years. If you work hard for a few more years, you will be able to sit back and relax. You shouldn't cause more trouble."

"Sit back and relax?" Dong Bocheng repeated with a sneer, "It's impossible in this lifetime."

Butler An also knew that it was just a delusion, and the identity of the young master would never be cleared for the rest of his life.

"Then... what about the black prison? With so many brothers, it is impossible to let them all go to the United States, right? Their families are all here and there is no way to leave."

Dong Bocheng leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, his tired face became less defensive and seemed friendly.Such a young age, but experienced a lifetime of exhaustion.

Steward An even felt that he was asleep, and was about to get up to get the blanket, but he suddenly said: "When I am stable in the United States, the black prison will probably... no longer exist."

"You want to disband the black prison?!" Steward An exclaimed, only to realize that he might be heard by his subordinates outside the door, so he quickly lowered his voice: "Master, you have to think clearly, this is what you have endured for 13 years in exchange for it." !"

"Uncle An, I have endured humiliation for 13 years for revenge, not black prison."

Butler An wanted to say something more, but Dong Bocheng waved his hand, got up and went back to his room to rest.

Zhiyuan Bookstore.

A small bookstore, [-] square meters in size, with rows of bookshelves neatly filled with countless books, making the whole store exude a faint scent of ink.

Ji Zhehuan stood on the ladder and put the notebook on the bookshelf to complete the last record.The ladder was put away and put into the storage room at the back, the book was handed over to the middle-aged woman at the counter, she pressed the brim of her hat and said: "Madam Boss, the first cabinet has been tidied up, I'm going to get off work first, and you too Going home, it is inconvenient for the boss to be alone at home."

"Okay, get off work quickly, be careful on the road." The middle-aged woman smiled and took out sunglasses from the drawer and handed them over.

Ji Zhehuan took it and said goodbye to the proprietress, pushed open the glass door, put on sunglasses and walked to the station.

The job is simple and the salary is not high, but he likes it very much.That day, I went into the bookstore to buy a cookbook, and saw the proprietress posting a recruitment notice.It turned out that the boss injured his waist when he fell from a high place while finishing the books. He asked if he could apply for the job.The proprietress is a wise and kind person, and she recognized him quickly. He told the other party that he was no longer filming, and agreed to let him come to work that day.

After walking a few steps, I looked up and saw a very familiar car parked around the corner.Soon the car door was opened, and the tall and handsome man got out of the car and strode towards him, asking, "Are you really working here?"

"Well, find something to do when you're free." Ji Zhehuan replied when the panic was found to be gone soon.

"Nonsense, what if someone recognizes you?" Wei Ting grabbed someone's hand and walked into the car.

Ji Zhehuan sat in the co-driver, and waited for Wei Ting to also sit in before saying, "No, it's been so long and I haven't been recognized."

I knew he would not agree, so I kept hiding it.

Wei Ting put on the seat belt for someone else, and he did the same, and started the car: "I heard Yanzi say that I looked like you today, but I didn't expect it to be. You quit your job, it's not good to be recognized."

Ji Zhehuan was not very happy: "No, I like this job."

"You can find a job later, now is an extraordinary time..."

Ji Zhehuan couldn't help but interrupt Wei Ting: "I don't want to be worthless..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone vibrated.It's a landline number, I didn't want to pick it up, but I didn't want to argue with Wei Ting, so I quickly picked it up: "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Ji?" An ordinary female voice said anxiously.

Ji Zhehuan's heart suddenly lifted: "Yes, you are..."

"This is the city hospital. Your parents are in a state of illness. Please come here as soon as possible!"

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