Reborn you idiot

Zhang Weidong finally had a chance to be on the entertainment headlines.

For the first time in his life, he made a gorgeous appearance on the front page of a newspaper, in a dazed posture covered in paint—he became the biggest Christmas joke this year.

And the person who splashed the paint was caught by security on the spot, and he was the director of the TV series he took over before.

The reason for this has to start from the beginning. The post-production of the TV series has been completed, but the approval batch number has not been obtained. The director visited everywhere, gave gifts and treated guests, and finally managed to get a sentence out of the mouths of the people from the Radio, Film and Television Bureau. Talk—someone above suppressed it, so it is estimated that there is no hope of broadcasting it.

Of course the director was not reconciled, he wrote and directed it himself, put so much effort into it, and this TV series didn't involve any sensitive subject matter, how could he be reconciled to seeing it aborted?

So he went to the people above to ask what happened, but in the end he either didn't know what to say, or was vague. Later, he finally figured out that someone was deliberately tripping him up!How shameless!

He thought about it for a long time, since the filming of the TV series, he has only offended one person - Zhang Weidong.

The director gritted his teeth with hatred, he was an insider, it was very easy to find out Zhang Weidong's whereabouts, so he planned and implemented the paint splashing.Not only did he want Zhang Weidong to make a fool of himself in public, but he also wanted to jump out and accuse the other party of misconduct after making a fool of himself. In short, he wanted to reveal Zhang Weidong's sinister true face, so that he could no longer get along!

He lost so many smiling faces and broke his legs from running, all because of Zhang Weidong's mischief-so he no longer cared about the consequences, new and old grudges, all he knew was that he had to vent his anger!

Xiao Jungu was wearing a black high-necked coat, black trousers and black leather shoes. With his hands in his pockets, he strode toward the dressing room with strides. As soon as he received the news of Zhang Weidong's accident, he immediately terminated the meeting and drove repeatedly. Passed two red lights and rushed to the backstage of the event.

Xiao Ba stood guard at the door of the dressing room, saw his eyes lit up, and then took half a step back to the side.Because Mr. Xiao was walking straight towards him, his steps were sharp. Although there was no expression on his face, he could feel an awe-inspiring aura all over his body.

He had an illusion that Xiao Jun seemed to be desperately looking for someone.

Xiao Ba said, "Mr. Xiao, Brother Dong is inside, he kicked me out, and..."

Xiao Junso passed Xiao Ba, directly opened the door to enter the dressing room, and slammed the door again, never looking at him.

At this time, Zhang Weidong was sitting in front of the bright mirror, with his eyelids downcast, and his hands neatly placed on his lap. On the dressing table in front of him, there was a burnt cigarette, and the long ash fell from the door when he slammed the door.

Zhang Weidong had already changed his clothes, but the sides of his face, ears, neck, and hair were still covered with paint. Some parts were a large piece, and some parts were densely packed with spots. He looked indescribably miserable.Xiao Junso looked carefully, seeing that the paint did not get into Zhang Weidong's eyes, he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Junso stood still behind him, looked at the image in the mirror, and said after a while, "Dongzi..."

His voice choked, and there was no more words.Xiao Jungu bent down to pick up the Tianna water on the ground, and found a ball of cotton, pulled the chair and sat next to Zhang Weidong, held his right hand, lowered his head and carefully wiped the paint on the back of his hand.

Tianna water can dissolve paint, but it is very irritating to the skin. Xiao Jun didn't dare to pour too much water, and he didn't dare to wipe it too hard. The strong smell of paint was all over the room, which made his nose sour. Eyes sting.

Xiao Jun used most of the bag of cotton to wipe Zhang Weidong's right hand clean, and it was not completely clean. There were still red marks on the skin, not dark in color, but quite an eyesore.He held Zhang Weidong's right hand to his lips, closed his eyes, and gently kissed the back of his hand.

Zhang Weidong kept his eyelids down, expressionless - he didn't know what expression he should show.

At this time, he still hated Mr. Xiao, but knew that he couldn't drive him away. He had a lot of emotions in his chest, but he didn't have the desire to speak out—whether he was ashamed, embarrassed, or ashamed. It's all his own business and has nothing to do with Mr. Xiao.

In addition to being uncomfortable, he always has this question in his heart: he just wants to sing, why is it so difficult?

It was really too difficult. The repeated disappointments in the past two years made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Xiao Jun also asked Xiao Ba to take an extra bag of cotton and a bottle of Tianna water, and finally cleaned off the paint on Zhang Weidong's body, but the paint on Zhang Weidong's hair could not be wiped off, so he picked up the scissors and clicked behind his ear Hair was cut clean.

He took off his coat again, wrapped it around Zhang Weidong, dragged him up, and took him back to his home.

Xiao Junso put Zhang Weidong on the bed, took off his shoes and socks for him, then opened the drawer, brought two sedatives to his mouth, and said softly: "Dongzi, don't think about anything, sleep peacefully. .”

Zhang Weidong looked up at him, without any emotion, he picked up the pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with his saliva.

Soon after, Zhang Weidong tilted his head, gradually relaxed his body, and fell asleep "at ease".

Xiao Junso put Zhang Weidong in a supine position, then half-kneeled beside the bed, leaned over, and raised his hand to touch his eyebrows—he knew very well how strong Zhang Weidong's self-esteem was, and every bone was clank and proud, so Such a person is actually not suitable for living in the real society, let alone in the entertainment industry. He doesn't even know how to deal with complex interpersonal relationships.

So Zhang Weidong is just Zhang Weidong, he will always be himself.

And Xiao Jun couldn't see anyone hurting Zhang Weidong, even Zhang Weidong himself couldn't hurt himself.

A few ten minutes later, Xiao Jungu returned to the company. He strode towards the office, turning a blind eye to his subordinates who nodded and said hello along the way.

He walked around the desk and sat directly on the office chair. The man who was sitting on the sofa immediately stood up, took two steps forward, and bowed to him.Xiao Junso looked at him nonchalantly, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and tapped the mahogany table with his fingers.

This person was the director who splashed the paint, and he said: "Mr. Xiao, hello, thank you for sending someone to release me on bail, I am very grateful."

"No thanks." Xiao Jun nodded slightly, and raised the corner of his mouth: "I would like to thank you very much."

The man froze for a moment, and said again and again: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be."

He knew Xiao Jun was the boss of the investment company, but he didn't know the relationship between the other party and Zhang Weidong.It is true that Zhang Weidong has a backstage, but obviously the backstage is not strong enough, otherwise, he would have already taken the position of the male number one, so how could he play a dispensable role?

According to the normal logical analysis, it is indeed the case. Zhang Weidong is just a third-rate entertainer, and he is reluctant to apply the word star to him.

"The batch number of the Bureau of Radio, Film and Television has been unable to be processed, what are you going to do?" Xiao Jun asked.

Seeing that Jun Xiao didn't tell him to sit down, the director had no choice but to stand in front of the desk and reply: "I've already figured out a countermeasure. Before the limelight fades away, I should hold a press conference as soon as possible. Then all the blame will be pointed at Zhang Weidong. Under the pressure of public opinion, it will definitely pass the review. Not only that, but also take this opportunity to hype it up and create more topics. Don't worry, I guarantee that this drama will be a hit."

Xiao Jun grunted: "Good way, you are really a smart person."

The director was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Xiao is over the award, you support my work so much, I have to do something to repay you."

Xiao Jungu looked at him with a smug look on his dog's legs, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and said from the bottom of his heart: "You really did a good job."

Seeing that the other party stood up and walked to the desk, the director quickly turned around and extended his hand to Xiao Jungu graciously.

So Xiao Jun didn't shake his hand, he lifted his foot and kicked hard at his abdomen.

The director was kicked on the spot and fell into a somersault, covering his stomach. He couldn't react or get up for a while, and his face was full of helplessness.

Xiao Jungu had changed at this time, with a gloomy face, he didn't say a word, he just kept kicking him.So Xiao Jun kicked again when he saw it, his feet only landed on his upper body and thighs, and he didn't touch the places that his clothes couldn't cover.The director screamed miserably from his beating, but the sound insulation in the office was good, even if he screamed like a butcher, people passing by outside the door could not hear the slightest sound.

This was the second time the director had been beaten recently, and it was much harder than the first time, with every kick hitting the flesh.He struggled to crawl towards the door, his back was trampled by Xiao Jungu a few times, the pain hit his heart immediately, he lay on the ground unable to move.

Of course the director knew something was wrong, but the situation didn't allow him to think too much, he just felt that his intestines were about to be kicked out!

He was kicked in the heart again, the director's eyes turned black, and he couldn't even cry out for mercy. He curled up and lay down on the carpet to bear it silently, his belly bulging—so when Xiao Jun hit him, he couldn't help but feel pain. With a cry, the two cooperated very well.

When Xiao Jungu finally had enough and was willing to stop, the director was already dying and his skeleton was about to fall apart.

Xiao Jungu breathed out, stomped his feet, bent over to help him up, and said politely: "Director Wang, let's talk about the press conference now, please sit down."

The director was forced into the chair, trembling with pain, and still in shock.

He and Xiao Jun had never met before, but now they were beaten up by each other for no reason, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that it must be related to the paint incident.With Xiao Jungu's influence in the media industry, it's too easy to fix a director, and he doesn't need to do it himself to make his future unclear.

He knew that he was miserable this time, it was really miserable.