After the change, the stand-in and the second male ran away [Transmigration Book]

After discussing the countermeasures and appeasing the shareholders for the time being, it was already midnight.

The door of the meeting room was pushed open, and Rong Zehuai walked out with a tired face.

I thought that Rong Sheng hadn't made any new moves during this time, but Rong Zi really planned to let him go. It turned out that he was waiting for the opportunity and planned to completely destroy Jian Jia in one fell swoop.

On the second day of Jian Jia's listing, Rong Zizhen couldn't wait to poach him. Rong Zehuai seemed to be poured a bucket of ice water head-on.

The emergency meeting itself is very tormenting, let alone the three-hour continuous uninterrupted presiding meeting.

The assistant sent Rong Zehuai, who was about to reach his critical point, upstairs, and then took out the key to help him open the door.

"Go back and have a good rest." Rong Zehuai lowered his eyes, his voice sounded calm, the assistant paid attention to it for a while, and finally nodded, watching him close the door.

There were no lights in the room, and no one was inside.Everything was eerily quiet.

Rong Zehuai slammed his coat on the ground.

He sat down slowly against the door, his chest was oppressed by the heavy things, and his breathing became difficult.

He didn't know how many times this would happen again.

The mother who was kept in the dark; his weak rabbit; and now, the Jianjia that Rong Zi really wants to destroy.

From childhood to adulthood, they easily took away the most precious things from Rong Zehuai one by one, and then turned around and ruthlessly destroyed them.They looked at him helplessly, in grief, and laughed aloud.

Rong Zehuai seemed unable to do anything from the very beginning.

He can ignore Rong Zi's real cynicism, he can counter Diao Huiying's foul language, he can pretend that he likes what he doesn't like, and he can use means to eradicate dissidents.

But in the face of such a power as Rongsheng, Rong Zehuai still felt that his hard work for so many years was like a mantis' arm.

"Uh..." His head started to hurt suddenly, Rong Zehuai staggered and stood up, wanting to go to the bathroom to wash his face.

After barely holding on to wash, Rong Zehuai changed his clothes and lay down on the bed.

Although he knew he would not be able to sleep tonight, Rong Zehuai still closed his eyes.

The phone beside the bed vibrated, and Rong Zehuai heard the exclusive message ringtone he had set for Qiu Zhuo.

After unlocking it, Qiu Zhuo sent him a photo on the set.

In the photo, Qiu Zhuo was still wearing a costume, his whole face was covered with several layers of dust, but his eyes were still bright.He showed a bright smile towards the camera, and foolishly compared "yeah" to the choreographer next to him.

——Rong Zehuai smiled.

He suddenly realized that Qiu Zhuo's existence was like a ray of sunshine.

No matter how difficult the time is, as long as you see him, you will feel much better.

Rong Zehuai didn't want to tell him his troubles, and Qiu Zhuo was also very tired working on the set.

He then sent a smiley face of a little rabbit spinning in circles, then turned off his phone, and lay silently in the dark until dawn.

"The message was sent at 03:30 last night." Qiu Zhuo saw the emoji that Rong Zehuai sent in the middle of the night when he woke up in the morning, and murmured, "Jian Jia doesn't seem to have anything particularly busy recently, why did she go to bed so late ?”

Qiu Zhuo sent another message to Rong Zehuai during filming, asking if he would be tired recently.

It took another four hours for a response to this message.

Rong Zehuai's answer was a bit perfunctory.

--No.When you are tired, think about it and you will not be tired.

Followed by a cute expression pack of a bunny poking.

Qiu Zhuo picked up the crew's lunch box, and when he saw the news, he gave a "tsk", and didn't believe Rong Zehuai's glib tone at all.

If he really wanted to, he could make [-] video calls a day, and still send such a fake message?It just doesn't feel right.

Qiu Zhuo clicked on the address book and dialed the assistant's number very decisively.

After repeated cross-examination, the assistant revealed something falteringly, saying that the company has some troublesome things to deal with recently, and Mr. Rong is a little busy working overtime these days.

Qiu Zhuo reluctantly believed it, and the film here was about to enter the finishing work, so he didn't pursue it further.

He sat in the small makeup room, waiting for the makeup artist to give him the final look.

On the one hand, Zhu Hanrui, who had dressed up early, was sitting on the chair next to her and playing with her mobile phone.

"You look really energetic with this white hair." Qiu Zhuo glanced over there and said with a smile.

"Oh, that's not true." Zhu Hanrui supported her wig with her hand, "With my temperament, I am really in my seventies and eighties, and I still beat those old ladies when I go to the square to dance."

Qiu Zhuo laughed out loud, but was warned by the make-up artist not to move, so he closed his eyes obediently.

Zhu Hanrui ate the snacks brought by the little assistant, swiped her phone, and read out the Weibo she saw to Qiu Zhuo.

"Recently, it seems that Qiu Jing is playing big cards. There is quite a stir."

"Huh?" Qiu Zhuo raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't he go to participate in a music variety show a while ago? He said he was the host, but he didn't know what happened later. Qiu Jing just quit the job, and the stage was left blank. A group of cast members were left there anxiously. The director I almost took a quick-acting heart-rescuing pill."

"Later, Xiangyu was invited to rescue the scene, and the show was barely recorded."

Zhu Hanrui spoke there vividly, full of sarcasm.

"It is said that the director personally broke this matter, so he may be really angry." Zhu Hanrui said, "Now Qiu Jingfeng's evaluation is very poor. If he doesn't have any more works, he may really be cold."

Not only this, but the netizens who eat melons also followed the vine to find the black material of Qiu Jing a long time ago.Usually, many people are maliciously ridden on the head by Qiu Jing's fans, but now it's all over, Qiu Jing's wind commentary has changed, and all kinds of true and false black materials have begun to spread on the Internet.

"Hey Xiaozhuo, if Qiu Jing is really cold, wouldn't you be famous in the sky in the future?" Zhu Hanrui whispered these words close to her ear, fearing that others would catch her.

Qiu Zhuo quietly opened his eyes, glanced at her, and closed them again.

"Who can say for sure?"

"The wall is falling and everyone is pushing it. The entertainment industry is a place where the weak prey on the strong. If my roots are not firmly established and my body is not straight, I may be the next one to fall."

Zhu Hanrui shrugged after listening, "You are too philosophical."

Qiu Zhuo smiled and didn't speak any more, but felt a little regretful in his heart.

It stands to reason that Qiu Jing should be the protagonist of this world.When I came here, I didn't want to steal his limelight, I just wanted to do my own thing well and give an explanation to myself in my previous life.

According to Qiu Jing's talent and resources, he can clearly see a higher landscape.But he mistakenly regards Qiu Zhuo as his enemy, he cares about everything and acts recklessly, which leads to today's consequences.

Zhu Hanrui has seen too many ups and downs in the entertainment industry, and felt that it was not interesting, so she moved to her family group to eat melons.

Zhu's family group is full of prominent figures in the business circle, and Zhu Hanrui usually doesn't speak, but she can always get some shocking melons from the chat records of these uncles and aunts, and she never tires of it.

She stroked her fingers upwards, but her eyes suddenly caught the words "Rongsheng" and "Jianjia".

Taking a closer look, they were indeed discussing the two brothers from the Rong family.

Zhu Hanrui quietly glanced at Qiu Zhuo, who was still posing with her eyes closed, and then began to carefully read the chat record.

"Didn't the company of the second son of the Rong family just go public? I heard that the shareholders are going to run out today."

"How could it be? The banquet held a few days ago was quite big. It stands to reason that Jian Jia's future should be unlimited. What about the shareholders?"

"I also heard from others that the young master of the Rong family is operating. He colluded with those shareholders half a month ago. It is said that as long as they withdraw Jianjia's shares, Rongsheng will agree to let them buy shares."

"This is too ruthless. Rongsheng's shares are too crowded for people to get in. Rong Zizhen's trick is a bit too much."

"Fighting and fighting are all the family affairs of the Rong family. After fighting for so many years, there is no result. The old man of the Rong family really committed a crime."

"What's the matter? The family members wait and see what happens. The market is so big. When the fight is over, it's not known who will profit."

"Second uncle is right. I went to Jianjia to talk about things a few days ago, and saw that the whole face of the second son of the Rong family lost all brilliance. If Jianjia continues like this, it may be over. It's a pity that he has to work hard on the few projects he has in hand. If you fight for your life, you will probably pay for it in the end.”

Zhu Hanrui didn't dare to watch any more, quietly locked the screen, and sat in front of the mirror.

She secretly glanced at Qiu Zhuo, guessing in her heart that he probably didn't know about it.

Rong Zehuai kept it a secret, so she, an outsider, didn't need to intervene to reveal it.

Zhu Hanrui then closed her mouth tightly, looking at Qiu Zhuo in the mirror with a complicated expression, feeling regretful and pitiful in her heart.

"That's enough." The makeup artist said, bringing Zhu Hanrui's thoughts back to normal.

Qiu Zhuo stood up, looked in the mirror, nodded, and turned to Zhu Hanrui, "Let's go, the last scene, we are going to wrap up, Xiao Liu."

Zhu Hanrui forced a smile at him, and walked towards the shooting location holding Qiu Zhuo's hand.

The last scene was arranged very cleverly, and the location was still in the Ren family's old house.

The original ending was that Ren Weiran was shot and killed on the battlefield, without even seeing his wife and children before he died.And the photos he recorded were eventually buried by artillery fire, and no one saw them.

Director Lin felt that the ending was too sad, and the whole film was too heavy and depressing. If the ending was so hopeless, the audience might not be able to bear it.

So Director Lin followed several screenwriters to revise the script overnight. After several revisions, he typed out the final version.

"Coming?" Director Lin kindly patted Qiu Zhuo's shoulder, indicating that he could start patting if he could.

Qiu Zhuo nodded, adjusted his state for a while, and gestured towards the camera.

"Okay... get ready, start shooting!"

Under the sky reddened by the setting sun and wildfires, Ren Weiran stood up and held up his old and heavy camera against the gunpowder smoke, just like holding up a gun.

The light spread from in front of him, and the enemy's bullets and artillery fire were in front of him, but Ren Weiran only saw the rising red sun in his eyes.

His lens is shining brightly.

Seemingly a woman's call came from behind, Ren Weiran turned his head abruptly.

The light began to scatter, and Ren Weiran's eyes traveled thousands of miles away, and saw Xin Liu, who was full of white hair, smiling at himself.

The gun | sound volley sounded.

The bugle sounded and the red flag fluttered.

The late Xin Liu stood in the Ren family's old house that had been repaired.

Next to her, hung a black and white photo of Ren Weiran.

In the photo, Ren Weiran is young and energetic, with piercing eyes looking into the distance.

Xin Liu smiled and touched the photo frame, then walked forward with a cane.

Behind her, in the distance Ren Weiran looked at, countless black and white photos lined up in the endless corridor.Those are the people who have been humiliated, that are the scarred soldiers, that is the flowing history, and it is the truth of the war.

It was the Chinese people fighting back, opening their eyes to the faint morning light.

"Crack!"

Following Director Lin's yell, the filming of "War Reporter" was successfully concluded.

The staff rushed forward with flowers and cakes to celebrate everyone's completion.

Qiu Zhuo wiped away his tears, and took a group photo with Zhu Hanrui, who was crying and laughing, and the staff.

After finishing working on the set, Qiu Zhuo called Sister Li and put a website saved in her phone in front of her.

"What is this?" Sister Li stepped back, took Qiu Zhuo's mobile phone, and looked carefully, and found that it was a website for charitable donations.

"Didn't the county we originally planned for have an earthquake before? I heard that the reconstruction after the disaster is a bit difficult, so I thought of donating some money to it." Qiu Zhuo said, "I have planned this for a long time, and it just so happens that the film is paid today. You Donate it all for me."

Sister Li opened her eyes wide, a little in disbelief, "Have you donated everything?"

"Yeah." Qiu Zhuo was packing up his things in the room, preparing to board the nearest flight back to Beicheng, "Anyway, I don't need it right now."

"Then, shall we publicize it?" Sister Li was a little hesitant.

"It's better to say goodbye. When the time comes to publicize, there will be other people to point out."

"Okay, anyway, you can talk to Boss Rong."

After discussing the donation, Qiu Zhuo returned to Beicheng by plane with his luggage.

Originally wanted to go to Rong Zehuai's office to surprise him, but Qiu Zhuo missed it.

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