BOSS turned me into a dog [entertainment circle]

Fu Ming left Shao Xi's apartment in a hurry, and after getting in the car, he urged the driver to drive quickly. Xia Heng was confused, and asked a few questions on purpose, but seeing his tightly pursed lips, he gave up the idea again.

After arriving home, Fu Ming untied his tie, and before he could take off his suit, he couldn't wait to get into the study room. He opened the glass door of the bookcase, took out a large stack of folders and put them on the desk, opened one of the volumes, his eyes fell On a stack of test papers.

Personal information is written on the top of the test paper, and in the column of the name are two flamboyant Chinese characters - Lin Chuan.

There are labels on the backs of these folders, and the name of Lin Chuan is also written on the labels. The only difference is the date attached to the name. The letters Lin Chuan once wrote, the questions he answered, the test papers he did, and even the photos he took. Spreading out these folders and looking through them from the beginning to the end is equivalent to browsing most of Lin Chuan's growth so far. experience.

Fu Ming opened the folder with the latest time, took out his mobile phone, called up the photos he just took and placed them next to the folder, turned on the desk lamp and began to carefully compare the handwriting.

"Shao Xi" made dense notes on the script, and the moment he saw those handwritings, he felt a heavy blow to his chest, which made him have to overthrow all his previous inferences.

Information can be obtained through various channels, accounts can be stolen, and tone of voice can be imitated after in-depth understanding, but handwriting is difficult to imitate, not to mention that Shaoxi and Lin Chuan have not had much contact with each other, and the two have no relationship at all. How familiar, imitating one or two characters may fool people, but it is completely impossible to imitate Lin Chuan's handwriting for all characters, unless those characters were originally written by Lin Chuan.

That script is a revised version, it is impossible for Shao Xi to borrow it from Lin Chuan...

Fu Ming's breathing was a little tight, and he was afraid of being too excited to guess the truth, so he had to find the same word from the folder for every word that was photographed. One can imagine how cumbersome the work is.

After a sleepless night, when Fu Ming went to the company the next day, his eyes were bloodshot, but his face showed no signs of fatigue. His eyes even contained the deliberately suppressed excitement and ecstasy that only those who are close and familiar can discover.

Xia Heng knew at a glance that he had experienced violent mood swings, and was a little worried about his condition: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fu Ming said in a steady tone, waved his hands and walked into the office.

There was an important video conference in the morning. Xia Heng walked into the office and handed him a bottle of eye drops. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an unfamiliar folder on his desk. Guessing that it was unrelated to work, he went out wisely. .

After the meeting, Fu Ming handed over the remaining work to Xia Heng, saying that he had some personal matters to deal with, and left the company with the folder.

A quarter of an hour later, Fu Ming got off the car and walked into a simple and low-key teahouse. As soon as he entered, a middle-aged man in a suit stood up from his seat and greeted him warmly: "Mr. Fu! Hello!"

Fu Ming shook hands with him: "Mr. Lu, please come here from such a long distance. I really can't get away from the company's affairs. I should have gone to your organization by myself."

"No trouble, no trouble, I just happened to have something to do nearby, so I came by the way."

This kind of scene is easy to listen to, Fu Ming curled his lips to express a smile, and walked with him to the window and took a seat.

After the waiter delivered the tea, Fu Ming passed over the folder in his hand: "Mr. Lu is an authoritative expert in handwriting identification. Here are two documents. Please ask Mr. Lu to help me check the handwriting on them. Are they from the same person?" written."

This document took a lot of painstaking effort. Only the handwritten remarks were kept in the script part, and all the content of the script was hidden. Even the handwritten content was printed in a random order. Look for the same words, pick them out and put them together, and print out another copy for comparison according to the order in which the script notes were shuffled.

Mr. Lu opened the folder, and the trace of curiosity that was quietly hidden disappeared instantly after seeing the inappropriate contents inside.

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Mr. Lu quickly calmed down, put on his glasses and began to carefully compare the handwriting.

Fu Ming sat on the opposite side and waited patiently, looking relaxed and at ease, but only he knew that his heart was already burning with anxiety.

After a while, Mr. Lu took off his glasses: "Mr. Fu, the handwriting on the two documents is still a little different. It is difficult to make a conclusion with the naked eye. You need to go back and use an instrument to look at it."

Fu Ming tightened his hand holding the teacup: "Then what can we see right now?"

"This should be written in the same period... This one was written in a different period. Some of the strokes are a little immature, and you can see signs of growth. It seems that the writer is very young." Mr. Lu pointed to the books spread in front of him. Two documents, "I personally tend to believe that these are the handwriting of the same person, but we still have to rely on technology to draw conclusions."

Fu Ming's heart beat faster, he quickly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and asked steadily, "How long will it take for the result?"

Mr. Lu wanted to give himself some leeway. First, he was afraid that the time would be too fast and he would not show his dedication. Second, there were too many words in this document. It could be seen that Fu Ming attached great importance to it. If the identification was wrong, it would definitely cause trouble.

Out of caution, Mr. Lu smiled and said, "I will do it as soon as possible, but in order not to make mistakes, I still have to be careful, about two days or so."

Fu Ming stood up and shook hands with him: "Okay, thank you!"

In the next two days, Lin Chuan found that Uncle Long-Legs became strange, always sending him some "reminiscent of the past" messages, such as "Is the persimmon tree behind your house still there?" Has the elementary school been demolished?", "Is your dad's birthday coming soon? When is it?"...

At first, Lin Chuan answered a few questions seriously like a good student, but later seeing that he was out of control, he was very frightened, and replied with shaking hands: Uncle, if you are kidnapped, you can blink.

There was a pause over there for a while, and a string of ellipses was sent to him.

Lin Chuan thought it was over, but he didn't expect that after a while, new news would come in. Uncle Long Legs insisted on "reminiscing about the past" with him, and he seemed to be "talking about nothing when he's old".

Lin Chuan gnawed on his knuckles and thought for a long time, then cautiously replied: Should I change my name?You are actually quite old, right?I should call you... grandpa?Have you recently retired?

Fu Ming was so angry that he dropped his phone with a "bang--". After the drop, he took out the newly made collar from the drawer and played with it for a while. After calming down, he picked up the phone with the cracked screen and continued to use it: I'm not much older than you , Calling Uncle is already taking advantage of me, calling Grandpa is inappropriate.

Lin Chuan was both emotional and sympathetic after receiving the message.

Daddy-Long-Legs has such a good temper!But what's going on with all the nagging lately?prematurely senile?Could it be that the Mediterranean has completely evolved into a bald gourd?

Fu Ming sneezed hard.

Afterwards, Lin Chuan did not reply to Daddy Long Legs' message, but only told him that he was going to join the group and that it was not convenient to use his mobile phone anytime.

After graduating, he changed his career to become an actor. This was the only time he didn't listen to Daddy Long-Legs among several major decisions in his life. On this point, he felt very guilty. Disappointed but not angry with him, he also said that he respected his decision, which made him feel even more guilty, so he never said which company he signed with, and usually tried not to mention filming as much as possible, so as not to make Daddy Long Legs sad.

In his perception, Daddy-Long-Legs is an old-fashioned university professor who knows nothing about filming.

He is going to join the group soon, actually Shao Xi is going to join the group, what is this timing coincidence?completely fine.

The big-hearted Lin Chuan put down his phone and saw that Wu Hui had almost packed his suitcase, so he got up and changed into a set of clothes for going out, and went downstairs with Wu Hui with his luggage.

Du Rong was already waiting downstairs. After they got in the car, they drove straight to the airport.

Shao Xi is very popular. When he first debuted, he caused serious congestion at the airport. Since then, the agency has issued an announcement that fans are strictly prohibited from picking up and following the plane. However, he couldn’t stand the repeated bans of scalpers, so that every time he has a schedule I have to fight wits and bravery with the illegitimate scalpers. This time I changed the air ticket several times, and I played a lot of tricks.

Du Rong was already prepared for some moths to appear on the way, but he didn't expect to encounter any ghosts and monsters along the way, and he arrived at the airport smoothly.

Wu Hui also found it incredible: "You won't be waiting in the airport, right? Let's go!"

Lin Chuan didn't understand the troubles of popular stars at all, and was very puzzled by their nervous appearance, and said with an expression of surprise: "What are you doing? Isn't there a VIP channel!"

Du Rong understood his amnesia, and patiently explained: "Some fans are not short of money and are crazy. They will buy tickets on the same flight, spend money to go through the VIP channel, and spend money to meet you by chance...Of course, such cases are not many."

Lin Chuan was dumbfounded.

The three got out of the car and went straight to the VIP area.

There was still some time before boarding the plane, Du Rong led them to a remote area blocked by green plants, and heaved a sigh of relief after taking their seats: "Today is very lucky!"

Lin Chuan swallowed his saliva when he thought of the various delicacies on the dining table that he just passed by: "I want to eat something."

"Okay, what do you want to eat..." Du Rong stood up, suddenly interrupted his words, and asked in surprise after a few seconds, "Mr. Fu?"

Lin Chuan's eyes widened suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Ming coming from not far away, and immediately jumped up from the sofa in fright.

After sending him home that day, Fu Ming and Xia Heng left quickly. After that, Fu Ming never contacted him again, let alone moved his things to his place. Lin Chuan didn't know what Fu Ming was thinking. , and dare not take the initiative to contact, for fear that if they are not careful, they will really be forced to live together, and then things will be a big deal.

Didn't expect to meet here after two days of silence?what to do?Do you want to pretend that you don't remember what happened when you were drunk?

Fu Ming strolled up to Lin Chuan in a leisurely manner, looking down at him with a blank expression on his face, but Lin Chuan didn't know why his heart was flustered, and he always felt that Fu Ming was a little different today, and there seemed to be a twinkle in those dark eyes. Two balls of green light stared at him like a wolf, making his scalp numb.

"You...you are waiting here too?" Lin Chuan was inexplicably nervous, "What a coincidence!"

"Unfortunately." Fu Ming clenched his hand in his pocket into a fist, tried hard to suppress the urge to drag him away, and said calmly, "I've been waiting for you for half an hour."

Lin Chuan was startled, and stammered: "You are...you are, specially for me..."

Fu Ming nodded: "Yes, for you."

Lin Chuan felt that his eyes were particularly aggressive today, and he was staring at him for no reason, his head was empty and his legs were weak. After a while, he struggled to regain his language ability: "You...you are my illegitimate fan ?”

Fu Ming: "???"

The manager and assistant who stood beside him without any sense of presence: "..."