They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

The young master must have agreed.

It is not difficult to infer from the mood of the husband after getting in the car, and the frequency of chatting with the mobile phone with the head bowed.

Ming Lu was relieved, turned back from the co-pilot, and handed the compiled materials to Ming Weiting: "Sir, this is the part that may be used at that time."

Ming Weiting put down the phone and reached out to take the folder.

He personally handled the whole process of the cruise accident. Even in the hospital these days, everything was running according to the regulations set at the beginning.

Ming Weiting looked at it roughly, and he knew it well, closed the folder and put it aside: "Uncle Lu."

Business is business as usual, and there are always accidents and accidents.As long as it is handled in a timely and proper manner, although the closing matters are numerous and trivial, it is not difficult.

Ming Weiting asked, "What's the state of public opinion?"

Ships have to face unpredictable weather and hydrology when sailing. This is not the first time and it will not be the last time. He obviously did not ask the public opinion caused by this accident.

Ming Lu was naturally clear and didn't answer right away. He pondered for a while before opening his mouth: "No problem, sir. Huaisheng Entertainment has done a good job."

These days, I accompany Ming Chi to recuperate and recover, and no one in the family will mention these things.

Ming Lu will always pay attention to the progress, and occasionally contact the management of Huaisheng Entertainment, but he will not pass these things on to Ming Weiting.

Ming Chi is very sensitive to Mr. Shadow's changes, once Ming Weiting's mood changes, he can detect it almost immediately.

During Ming Chi's recuperation period, they almost deliberately maintained a relaxed environment where there was no need to worry, and kept all the noise outside Wanghai Villa, and did not want anything from the outside world to disturb him.

But the two lines will never run side by side forever.The passengers of the cruise accident and the shipwreck will eventually meet. The young man disappeared in the ice sea, and this matter will always be brought up again as everything ends.

——If Ming Chi will never appear in front of other people in the future, and go to live with them on the high seas forever, and at most just be the captain and meet the guests on the cruise ship, then naturally it doesn't matter at all.

The high seas are not sovereign territory. If you don't consider the possible short-term disputes and dangers, this kind of life is at best a bit boring and monotonous.

Just like the old Mr. and Mrs.

The wife followed the husband on board, and almost never went back to shore except to visit relatives.

Back then, the little girl who gave her parents a headache, would take her husband to ride a horse, and couldn’t stand up straight because she couldn’t move from laughing because she was sitting on the horse, was holding a mask and humming, and she was led by her husband from Linlang’s Lantern Festival to leave the land , and finally slowly turned into a steady and quiet Mrs. Ming.

Ming Weiting closed his eyes, listening to Uncle Lu say: "This is what father regrets the most."

Ming Lu stopped talking, and the manager of the Ming family was silent for a longer time than before, and then smiled: "Yes."

"Sir." Ming Lu said, "You know your father better than you think."

Ming Weiting leaned on the seat and shook his head.

He still doesn't understand his father, but he thinks maybe he and his father are the same kind of people.

He grew up thinking that he would follow the same trajectory as his father.To be that "sir", to coordinate and deal with matters on the high seas, to do business, and to live your life step by step.

When a ship is traveling on the sea, the undercurrents and submerged reefs on the seabed are sometimes quite complicated, and the hydrological conditions may not be measured by instruments. Every route needs to be explored by the previous ship.

He followed his father, regardless of power disputes or business, the hidden reef that his father protruded would tell him to avoid it.

"Only this matter." Ming Lu seemed to know what he was thinking.

Ming Lu turned to look at him, paused, and said slowly: "Sir, I don't know what to do in the end, so I leave the route to you."

Ming Weiting pressed his forehead, watching the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window.

He still can't get used to driving.

Compared with that on the boat, the scene outside the car window changes too fast, and you may not see so many changes along the way after sailing at sea for a whole day.

Therefore, my mother must have been uncomfortable with the boat for a long time.

"It's said in the document." Ming Weiting withdrew his gaze and looked at the folder, "Huaisheng Entertainment's press conference, they want us to cooperate. What are they going to announce?"

"It's not necessarily about publishing something, sir." Ming Lu said, "Press conferences in the entertainment field usually answer questions." He thought for a while and then explained, "For them, questions need to be answered and answered, especially this one. Too many things have happened in a while. They need to show their attitude through the press conference, and many people are waiting for answers."

Ming Lu did not decide this matter on his own, but just conveyed the original words: "They don't need our extra help. It's just because some of the replies may involve cruise accidents, so they need to discuss with us in advance and confirm the response template."

Ming Weiting nodded: "No template is needed, they can say whatever they want."

Ming Lu seemed not surprised by the answer, and smiled: "If you say something casually, some words are caught and used as excuses, and they worry that it will be bad for us."

"It doesn't matter." Ming Weiting said, "It was originally an accident caused by a mistake, there is no need to shirk it."

Ming Lu nodded, lowered his head to return the message, and heard Ming Weiting say: "Uncle Lu."

Ming Lu sent out the confirmation message and turned around: "Sir?"

"Is it difficult to drive?" Ming Weiting looked out the window, "I want to learn a driver's license."

Ming Lu was stunned for a while, but this time he smiled sincerely: "It's not difficult, it's not difficult."

"It's very simple. The principle is similar to sailing a boat. Let the young master teach you when you get home."

Ming Lu put down his cell phone and promised with a smile, "I'm sure I'll learn it soon."

……

At the end of the press conference, Huaisheng Entertainment also sorted out the general public opinion situation during this period.

The venues on both sides were not far apart, so Fang Hang simply sent them over in person and met Ming Lu.

Ming Lu hadn't seen him for a few days, and was a little surprised when the door was knocked open: "Manager Fang is healed."

"Okay." Fang Hang was a little dumb, and nodded, "So I have been stared at recently, and I think they still want to beat me up."

He and Ming Lu had already dealt with each other a lot, and they gradually lost their embarrassment and fear.

During this period of time, the situation of Huaisheng Entertainment is getting better and better, the external resistance has been resolved, and a group of people are almost betting that they will work hard in one breath, and they will gradually get on the right track no matter what.

Fang Hang also brought a stack of financial statements and resource catalogs representing the company's status, as well as Huaisheng's ratings in the industry - he knew that these were completely useless to the Ming family.

He just brought them over, arranged them one by one and put them on the corner of the table like every time before, as if he had given them to someone.

Fang Hang straightened all the edges of the paper.He met Ming Lu's still searching gaze, subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and checked the corner of his mouth that should have subsided the swelling.

... It is not Minglu's fault that there will be such a reaction.

Last time Fang Hang was really beaten quite badly.

In fact, Fang Hang did not elaborate on this matter to anyone.

They made an appointment and couldn't tell anyone—after all, a group of cutting-edge management who had already married and started a business, and could talk at press conferences when they went out, huddled together without any rules... No matter what you say about this kind of thing, it's too much. It is not suitable for circulation in the industry.

They really wanted to fight no matter what, so Fang Hang didn't get beaten unilaterally, and it didn't take long for the manager of the film and television production department's black eyes to completely disappear.

They just really want to have a fight.

After many things happen, they are not as people predicted. The order must be "generate emotions, react, and respond".

Especially one that was really totally unprepared for.

Emotions are the last to wake up slowly.

After all the reasonably necessary responses have been made, all due responses have been given.

It seems that until this time, I finally have time to calm down, waiting for something to slowly corrode the thick iron shell, allowing the emotions inside to flow deep into the body.

The explanation and clarification of the company's internal management regulations is the last content currently published on Huaisheng Entertainment's official blog.

There are a lot of reposts, and the involuntary venting of blame is also reasonable.The PR department came to ask if it needed to be dealt with. Fang Hang sat in the office and thought about it for a long time, and then he tried to think about what Xiao Luo would always do.

It seems like it won't do anything.

If Mr. Luo was still there, this Weibo would be posted on the top of the official Weibo.

Whether it is accusing the company's management system or some idealized analysis, it will not restrict comments, so that the company's artists can avoid being implicated in attacks and abuse as much as possible.

So Fang Hang and the others didn't do anything, just pin this Weibo to the top, and as for the latest content below, they just stopped at the sunrise by the sea.

The video has not been edited, Fang Hang found it in the memory card.

After they posted these two Weibo posts, they suddenly didn't know what to do or what to say, so the update of the official blog stopped there temporarily.

There are more and more comments every day. Some people began to ask who the protagonist of "Flame" is. Some people asked if the name in the list of missing persons in the shipwreck was the same name. Some people asked whether Mr. Luo was recuperating in the hospital. , How could there be an accident... There are more and more questions, so they will reply in unison, and will hold a press conference on another day.

"After posting that Weibo, some of our artists... were very emotional."

Fang Hang slightly twitched the corner of his mouth. He saw that Ming Lu wanted to ask about this matter, so he sat down and said, "There is a child who has only grown up not long ago and has always called Mr. Luo brother."

It's a young singer named Xiang Luan who stood out from the draft. He had quarreled with the comment section because of similar things and was chased and hacked. This time he is also the key guardian.

His resources and development this year have been quite good, and his traffic has not been what it used to be. If something happens again at this time, it will definitely not be the scale of small troubles at the beginning.

The next second the accident happened, the agent put away his mobile phone and led the team to watch him from morning till night.It was with great difficulty that he calmed him down with the words "President Xiao Luo is recuperating in the hospital and cannot be disturbed or worried".

As a result, Xiang Luan knocked open the door of Fang Hang's office after these two Weibo posts were posted.

……

At first, someone actually pressed it.

A 19-year-old boy has plenty of strength.The manager pressed him desperately, and kept repeating that Mr. Luo was just missing, and if he disappeared, there was still hope of survival, not necessarily because he would never come back.

"I know!" Xiang Luan was still struggling after being pinned down by several people, "I didn't do it because of this! Of course my brother is alive, he must live a long life!"

At this age, you dare to think and say anything.

Panting heavily, Xiang Luan shouted with red eyes, "Maybe they floated to some island and were picked up by someone, so they were rescued! Those people just can't be found!"

"Then why are you messing around!" The manager was also anxious, yelled at him, and eased his tone, "Okay, everyone feels uncomfortable. The public opinion is like this..."

"I know the public opinion is like this!" Xiang Luan's voice was crying, "I just don't know why I am like this!"

The agent froze and frowned at him.

"I'm just uncomfortable. Why did I obey this time? Why did I feel that it doesn't matter what happens to him. I feel that he must have a way. I feel that he is so stable that he will definitely not be uncomfortable."

Xiang Luan was lying on the ground, he spoke intermittently, tears pouring out: "He told me to remember sex with him, and I really didn't touch him. I didn't even go to him to tell him about my love for such a big thing. believe him……"

The manager of the film and television production department knelt down and patted him on the shoulder: "Mr. Luo must know in his heart that if he is here—"

"My brother is here and I hugged his leg and cried like this! Anyway, it's not the first time!" Xiang Luan shouted, "I told him ten thousand times, I believe him! He fell asleep and I squatted on his bed Shout from the side!"

Xiang Luan completely ignored it, shook off the arm that was pressing on him, and curled up: "Isn't he the least willing to see fights and conflicts in the company! Isn't it the most uncomfortable for artists to be bullied? I'm so outrageous and so ignorant , why don't you come back and train me!"

……

He yelled these words, but the office was abnormally quiet.

The manager of the film and television production department was pushed away by him forcefully, but there was no response, he was silent for a while, and looked up at Fang Hang.

"I'm just uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable when I think about it these days. I don't blame anyone. I just want to come and get a beating."

Xiang Luan couldn't cry anymore, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "You guys beat me up."

On the contrary, the agent didn't stop him, and after a while, he stepped back and looked at Fang Hang.

Fang Hang rubbed the corner of his mouth, walked over without saying a word, put up the sign of Do Not Disturb, and closed the office door.

……

Xiang Luan's dream was not fulfilled, but the difference was not too far away. He was probably the first artist to participate in a fight with the management of an entertainment company with his bare hands.

Why this fight was fought, in fact, no one can tell.

Maybe it's just because it's too uncomfortable.

Because no matter how hard I worked and how much I focused on my work, I still couldn't solve much, so I thought it would be better to just punch a hole.

Or it might be like what Xiang Luan said... What if there is such a possibility?

Of course, it would be a bit too optimistic if I had to say this, and I dare to think about anything, but in the final analysis, the probability of this possibility still exists-otherwise the missing list would not need to be called "missing", but would be directly classified as death.

There was also a disappearance in "Fire". That time the missing person came back three years later, but Luo Chi was changed to Luo Zhi.

Is there another possibility with extremely low probability for this disappearance?

In the comment area of ​​the official blog, the most discussed one is actually the same possibility.

Because the official result has always been "missing", so even though those members of the Luo family have obtained death certificates and personally confirmed this matter, there are still quite a few people in the comment area who refuse to accept this result. proportion.

Maybe he was rescued by someone?

Maybe there has been no news, not because of an accident, but because of some other special circumstances?

— This was soon further corroborated.

Watching the video of the sunrise at the seaside, even if what happened at that time was not enough to attract special attention, but after knowing the problem afterwards and pushing it back, it is easy to find that there was already a problem with Luo Zhi's body at that time.

I can't exert strength in my legs, dizziness and tinnitus, and can't remember things... Combined with the previous rumors, even if the Ren's hospital really didn't test people, it is not difficult to analyze some possible situations.

"Plus... there is another post recently."

Fang Hang clenched his fists and moved his throat: "One, a very daily record post, it was posted by a patient forum occupying space in the brain."

Ming Lu suddenly asked: "Do you also visit this kind of forum?"

"I'll go shopping later." Fang Hang said in a low voice, "We want to make sure that Xiao Luo always has this kind of disease."

They also know that it is pointless to increase their troubles, but they just can't help it.

Once they are free, they will repeatedly take those details that were too big to ignore in the past, and compare them with the essence posts in the forum that remind them to pay attention to check their bodies.

I still can't help but wonder why I couldn't be more careful at the beginning, and why I didn't find out until now.

...A few days ago, they accidentally saw a post on the forum.

"The parents of a little girl recorded the process of the child's treatment and recovery, and mentioned a big brother."

Fang Hang glanced at Ming Lu's expression, and immediately added: "There is no frontal photo, and no information is revealed. They protect each other's privacy very well, just——there is a shadow."

"There is a shadow." Fang Hang's voice became lower and lower, and he felt that these words were outrageous, "I know this kind of thinking is too outrageous... But Mr. Luo will nest like that when he is uncomfortable. Many The first time we had a meeting, before we knocked on the door, we looked through the crack of the door to see the shadow."

Luo Zhi has too many old injuries.He didn't have a scar constitution, and didn't leave too many visible scars, but those wounds were dormant in his body, and they would come out at every turn to torment him vigorously.

Sometimes Luo Zhi's waist feels uncomfortable, tinnitus and dizziness attack again, but he still wants to play games very much, so he will nestle in the corner of the sofa with his mobile phone in his arms.

They knew not to talk nonsense during the meeting, and it was best to confiscate Mr. Luo's mobile phone after the meeting, and put him on the sofa and cover him with a blanket.

Mr. Luo is very easy to raise, so if you put your head under the blanket and pat your back gently, you will fall asleep in less than 3 minutes.

Fang Hang said whatever he thought, explaining his messy thoughts in a low voice.

He didn't know why he turned the topic here.But he always had an intuition that the head of the Ming family in front of him didn't seem to mind him asking this question.

... He even suspected that the other party hadn't given a vague reminder.

Every time Fang Hang came to see Ming Lu, after returning to the company, they would actually get together for a meeting.

The few managers who were fighting for resources just now picked out all the possible details with a solemn attitude that other people would find inexplicable when they walked by, and racked their brains to analyze them over and over again.

In fact, the degree and duration of the Ming family's attention to related matters are somewhat abnormal.

They were with Mr. Luo almost every day, and they didn't know that Luo Zhi had any contact with the Ming family.If it was just acquaintance on the boat later, no matter how deep the impression was, the Ming family would not be able to achieve this level.

Not to mention, Ming Lu would come to ask them not to get involved with the artist... The style of this matter is too much like Mr. Luo.

The public opinion at that time was actually a little confused by the news one after another, and they didn't have time to react, let alone vent their anger and vent.

Only Luo Zhi's first reaction would be to let them do this in this situation.

Ming Lu nodded, and said in a harmonious voice, "Why don't you just ask?"

"Don't dare." Fang Hang smiled wryly, "How dare you? What if..."

What if they were wrong and the Ming family did not save Luo Zhi?

What if Luo Zhi's current situation can't stand a little stimulation at all, and they recklessly asked rashly, but what if the situation that had finally had a faint hope changed again?

It was a forum for patients, where all patients were undergoing craniotomy, and everyone knew the risks of such an operation.It was mentioned in the post that the condition of the big brother is much more serious than that of the little girl, in case of surgery——

No.

They can't think about it at all.

Fang Hang rubbed his forehead vigorously, he took a deep breath, and exhaled forcefully.

The shock and unbelievable ecstasy brought about by the familiar features of that shadow lasted only about a second before being overwhelmed by overwhelming anxiety.

"We know that this disease can't stand stimulation. If we ask, what will be the consequences..." Fang Hang couldn't continue, and stopped before skipping the topic. Go to bed, wait until the next day, and see a post saying that the operation in the operating room was successful."

"We are very happy, but we dare not breathe a sigh of relief. The postoperative surgery is also very important."

Fang Hang said: "Then a few days later... let's see what was mentioned in the post."

"It was mentioned in the post." Fang Hang said, "Big brother doesn't remember my sister."

"It was the head nurse who reminded me."

"I got to know each other again and became friends again."

Fang Hang smiled wryly and sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his face: "Actually, we guessed it."

Luo Zhi's memory had problems before.

They later discovered that not only the time when they were watching the sunrise at the beach, the other party had to rely on memos to remember their words.

This has happened many times before.It also happened during the meeting. Once Mr. Luo came to work and even got lost in his own company.

It's just that this change was too slow and unnoticed, they always thought that Luo Zhi was too tired.

Luo Zhi had been getting tired easily for a long time, would fall asleep halfway through the script, and would suddenly lose his mind during meetings... They sent Mr. Luo, who got lost in their company, back to the office.Asked jokingly, Mr. Luo can't remember the way at such a young age, what if one day he forgets them too.

President Xiao Luo rubbed his temples, and also nestled on the sofa worrying, sighing with a group of booing people and saying yes, yes, what to do.

……

Fang Hang came back to his senses and met Ming Lu's sight.

It was only then that he realized that the other party hadn't said anything except the two questions he had asked him, hadn't refuted him, and hadn't given any explanation.

Fang Hang swallowed slowly, looking at Ming Lu's calm expression, his chest heaved faintly: "So—"

Ming Lu asked: "What should I do?"

Fang Hang was stunned for more than ten seconds.

This kind of reaction didn't look like a qualified artist department manager at all - but he himself didn't seem to have thought of it at all.

Fang Hang looked at Ming Lu in disbelief.

His eyes lit up in disbelief at a certain moment, he got up abruptly and took a few big steps back and forth, then tried his best to pull his hair to calm down, trying to make himself sit back at the table.

He couldn't sit still, so he stood up again.

"What to do." Fang Hang repeated in a low voice, and then immediately woke up, "There is nothing to do."

"Nothing to do, nothing to do." Fang Hang reversed these words several times back and forth. He stood with his mouth open for a long time, and suddenly laughed out loud. Remembering that there were reporters nearby, he immediately turned his voice away. Squeeze it down, "Oh my God."

Fang Hang was still tugging at his hair, he simply pulled it again to make sure he was not dreaming, and then laughed: "Do you remember—do you remember Xiang Luan?"

Fang Hang quickly added: "It's the kid I just told you about. He just got into trouble again at the press conference."

He said that his artist "came into trouble again", but he was still smiling, and he couldn't see the professionalism of the artist department manager at all.

As soon as Fang Hang saw Ming Lu's expression, he immediately reacted: "Are you going to the press conference?"

Ming Lu nodded: "What are you going to do?"

Mr. Ming Jia is chasing stars. According to his understanding of the entertainment industry during this period, Xiang Luan's trouble this time is probably worse than last time.

This time the young singer is an adult, if it is not convenient for Huaisheng Entertainment to handle this matter, they can provide a resident singing job on the cruise ship that does not affect their studies.

"What to deal with? Don't deal with it." Fang Hang laughed, "Our company's mouth has grown on him."

Fang Hang said briskly: "What he means is what we mean, please rest assured, we will take care of everything...everything will be fine."

"Leave it to us this time." Fang Hang assured, "Everything will be fine."

Ming Lu really smiled this time and shook hands with him.

During the break of the press conference, he and his husband also went to the monitoring room to watch the press conference.

Public opinion is like that.

The extreme voice attracts the attention, and the stimulating event envelops emotions.

Even at such a time, reporters would still put forward the assumption "if Luo Zhi is still alive" with ulterior motives, but unfortunately Xiang Luan robbed the microphone before they could spread further.

"I remember you." Xiang Luan stared at him, "You were the reporter who danced the most when Li Weiming spread rumors."

The 19-year-old singer suffered a huge grievance at the beginning, that is, she was chased and blackmailed for several months, and everything else was protected by the company in an upright and aboveboard manner.Staring at the group of reporters, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"There are also drafts from your family." Xiang Luan looked for them one by one, and he wrote them all down in his notebook, "Your family's linked marketing account...the one in blue over there, don't hide, I'll see you in the live broadcast Excuse me, you pretend to be a fan of Li Weiming and go to the hotel to block people."

"Our Mr. Luo is always missing. Do you understand the disappearance? He might still be alive. Maybe our Mr. Luo was taken away for treatment, maybe he was being taken care of, just like he took care of us—with Are you saying that you don't understand?"

"You certainly don't understand. You don't even have the most basic sense of shame and morality. Even if you raise this question now, don't you want to clear up your responsibilities? If you can't clear up, what you have done cannot be changed."

"Hack me, hack me as you like, if you dare to hack, I will terminate the contract. I will not implicate Mr. Luo's company."

Xiang Luan said: "If Mr. Luo is really gone, I will write a song for him every year and sing it at sea for him alone."

"If he is rescued, I will hug his leg and cry."

"I read on the Internet that he was sick. If he doesn't remember us, he will go to a wonderful new life. It doesn't matter if he never comes back. If we come back, we will all rush over and throw him into the sky."

Throwing down the microphone, Xiang Luan looked at the reporter whose expression changed: "What if you ask him if he's still alive? Who are you, is it your turn?"