half blind

"You are really good, really." Qian Kun sighed after drinking, "We played together in the studio back then, but now you two are just getting along well."

"Really?" Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment, this was the first time he heard Qian Kun talk about other people in the studio.

"Xiao Jun, who is a singer, has never given up on his music dream after graduation. He went to several variety show auditions but was not selected, so he had to sell and sing in bars all the time. But his family's conditions are not good, and he can't sing after a while. I went down, and I heard that now I’m delivering food in the X group.” Qiankun said, “There’s also Xiao Ai who wrote scripts, and later I heard that my family got a job as a career editor, and she was pretty good at first. later……"

Qiankun shook his head and stopped talking, "It's not that I didn't get along well, but no one continues to develop on this road except you. I think people are alive and can do what they like to earn a living Eating it is already a success."

"I'm just lucky." Zhang Qing shook his head.

"Hey, and humble." Qiankun laughed heartily twice, "If others don't know, how can I not know? Whether it was then or now, your achievements depend on your own efforts."

With that said, Qian Kun clinked glasses with Zhang Qing again.

"Brother Kun, in fact, I've thought about what you asked me before." Zhang Qing put down his wine glass, and suddenly looked at Qian Kun seriously, "Although after so many years, I may not be very proficient in business, and I don't know much about the current situation. dubbing. But if you want to continue to cooperate with me, I will try my best to learn."

Qiankun revealed a look of surprise, "So, you agree?"

Zhang Qing nodded, "We can start with non-commercial dramas first, and release a few to attract everyone's attention. I also have some network resources, and I dare not say how widely it will be popularized. It should not be a problem to stir up a little popularity. .”

Qiankun stood up excitedly from his chair, "No problem, no problem! I can also get in touch with some colleagues who are willing to continue working on dramas. Some very good screenwriters and directors are now being squeezed out by commercial dramas. If I apply for Give your name, they will definitely be willing to cooperate!"

Zhang Qing hurriedly pressed Qiankun's shoulder to let him sit down, "But I have a small request."

"What? Want the stars or the moon? Brother Kun, I'll pick them right away!"

"No, oops." Zhang Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I hope to participate in the recording as Qing Mo, and don't disclose that I am Zhang Qing for now, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes." Qian Kun was stunned for a moment, "But why did you do this? Obviously you have more fans as an actor."

Zhang Qing exaggeratedly sighed, "Forget it, let me be more pure in my hobby field. You don't know how scary creatures like fans are, listen to me, you will never regret it."

"That's good!" Qian Kun readily agreed, "I listen to you. If you are really worried, you can sign a non-disclosure agreement."

"Forget about the confidentiality agreement, I still trust Brother Kun's character." Zhang Qing smiled.

"That's fine! Anyway, I can't find a suitable job now, so I'll start working on it right away!" Qian Kun slapped his thigh and settled the matter.

The cheese fondue is long overdue, and a large pot of rich and fragrant cheese is in front of us, which is very tempting.

"Stop talking about it." Zhou Nanchen broke off his chopsticks, "Let's eat first."

"Come, come, move your chopsticks!"

"it is good!"

When the meal was about to finish, Zhang Qing gave Zhou Nanchen a wink, and the latter stood up knowingly, went to the bathroom with an excuse, and paid the bill in advance.

After dinner, Qian Kun really insisted on treating guests, Zhang Qing smiled and patted him on the shoulder, expressing that he had already taken the lead.

"Mo'er, you said that you are being unkind." Qian Kun slapped his wallet dissatisfied, "You agreed to be my CV in your busy schedule, why don't you let me treat you to dinner? ?”

"Next time, Brother Kun, when you get rich, I will definitely let you come back." Zhang Qing said with a smile.

After leaving the restaurant and parting ways, Qiankun reluctantly waved his hands several times and emphasized several times to keep in touch before leaving.

"I seem to have eaten a little too much." Zhang Qing complained while rubbing his stomach, "The cheese fondue is so delicious. Now I will gain another ten catties when I go back. Every bite is full of calories."

"It's so easy to gain ten catties." Zhou Nanchen smiled.

"I'm not you, no matter how much I eat, I won't gain weight." Zhang Qing squinted at him, "We are big stars who have to make a strict diet plan every day. Unlike you, every meal is silent and hard Eat, and I haven’t gained weight for so many years.”

"Actually, you look fatter." Zhou Nanchen said.

"It would be great if every female fan of mine could think like you." Zhang Qing sighed.

"It's okay to have a meal once in a while." Zhou Nanchen smiled, "When did you decide to come back?"

"It's been a while."

"I do not know how?"

Zhang Qing looked at him with a half-smile, "What's the matter, I still have the obligation to report to you?"

Zhou Nanchen said seriously, "We are going to set up a studio soon, so it's not too much for me to ask you to know your thoughts in the name of a colleague, right?"

"Hey, if you don't tell me, I still can't remember." Zhang Qing thought, "I'm going to be promoted to your boss soon, how can I squeeze the employees better, or let you wash it for me for a month first smelly socks?"

"Forget about the smelly socks. If it's underwear, I can think about it." Zhou Nanchen thought for a while and said.

Zhang Qing's face turned red in a flash, "You—how shameless!"

Zhou Nanchen couldn't stop laughing, and stopped a car ahead of Zhang Qing.

"You go first."

"Oh." Realizing that this was a signal to separate, Zhang Qing felt a little lost for a moment, but he still accepted Zhou Nanchen's kindness and got into the car, "Then you should also be careful on the road."

"Ah."

"Then, see you tomorrow?" Zhang Qing poked his head out of the car window and said tentatively.

"See you tomorrow." Zhou Nanchen nodded, a faint smile appeared on his often expressionless face.

When Zhang Qing returned to the hotel, it was already 08:30 in the evening.Before he entered the room, he heard Duanmurou's crisp high-heeled shoes coming from the corridor.

"Sister Rou, the work in the studio has made—"

Before Zhang Qing finished speaking, Duanmurou interrupted eagerly, "It's not good! Something happened!"

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "What happened?"

Duanmurou grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into the room, "Take a look at Weibo!"

"Weibo?" Zhang Qing took out his mobile phone in a daze, "Didn't the police all issue warning notices? Didn't it prove that Chen Lou committed suicide?"

Duanmurou took his mobile phone, clicked a few times to find a video, "You can watch it yourself."

It was a short video about 5 minutes long, and the content turned out to be a clip of his interaction with Chen Lou at the shooting scene.

The content is all taken from the sideshow clips that the crew released in advance for publicity. Zhang Qing didn't see any problems at first, but the more he watched, the more he felt something was wrong.

All the clips in this video are his physical contact with Chen Lou.

There was a scene where he handed Chen Lou water, there was a scene where he patted Chen Lou on the shoulder, and there was a scene where they were laughing because of a joke. Zhang Qing subconsciously helped Chen Lou's waist to prevent her from falling.

But in the clip, it doesn't look like that at all.

The title of this video is also very concise.

——Suicide, or being forced to commit suicide?

No need to read the comments, Zhang Qing already felt dizzy.

He obviously didn't want to watch it, but he couldn't take his eyes off the screen.

—Maybe she committed suicide, but she was murdered!

——Girls don't dare to resist when they are molested, not to mention that Chen Lou is a newcomer who has just entered the entertainment circle, oh my god, it's hard to imagine what she went through before...

——Isn't Zhang Qing the Yin Wen in "Secret Case"?I liked him quite a bit before, why is that so?

——Guiding at 2 minutes and 43 seconds, he deliberately hugged the girl's waist, and the girl even glanced at him, obviously forced to smile and dare not resist.

——The slow-motion version came. At 3 minutes and 56 seconds, Zhang Qing handed Chen Lou water, and the back of his hand obviously rubbed against her chest.Will most people touch this kind of place when they pass a bottle of water?

——It was really intentional, the slow-motion version is too obvious.

——Although my thinking may be a bit extreme, but he dared to commit such a blatant obscenity in public, and he would not be in private...

——Zhang Qing is not a murderer, but he looks like a murderer! #Resist Murder Idol Zhang Qing#

——#Boycott Killing Idol Zhang Qing#

——#Boycott Killing Idol Zhang Qing#

……

There was an urgent knock on the door, Duanmurou got up to open the door, and Zhou Nanchen was out of breath.

Zhou Nanchen didn't know whether he rushed over after arriving at the hotel, or turned back halfway on the road. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he couldn't even catch his breath.

He looked in Zhang Qing's direction and immediately understood the situation.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine." Zhang Qing shook his head.

"Is it really okay?" Zhou Nanchen sat down next to Zhang Qing and cupped his cheeks.

"I'm fine." Zhang Qing repeated, pressing Zhou Nanchen's hand down, "I want to call Bai Yidong."

Duanmu Rou and Zhou Nanchen didn't speak, Zhang Qing took out his mobile phone, but received a call before dialing.

It is none other than Bai Yidong.

His fingers turned white from pressing the answer button.

"Hey, Zhang Qing, one day is like three autumns. How have you been these two days?"

"..."

"I heard that you caused Chen Lou to commit suicide. It's true, it's awesome."

"Bai Yidong!" Zhang Qing clenched the phone tightly, his chest heaving violently, "You framed me for all the disgusting things you have done!"

"Oh, that's right, you can't spout blood, you have to have evidence for what you say." Bai Yidong said proudly, "There is no evidence, and I will sue you for defamation."

"you--!"

"And ah, I didn't say this, it was deduced by the public with their discerning eyes. It's useless even if you call me a bloody sprinkler here, read your Weibo comments and private messages, and ask them to buy it. Don't buy it."

After saying this, Bai Yidong hung up the phone with a busy tone.

"I'll fuck you, you son of a bitch!" Zhang Qing finally broke out, cursing and throwing the phone on the bed viciously.