After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

Two days after I wanted to divorce.

At one o'clock in the morning, the Investigation Section of Jincheng Criminal Investigation Bureau——

The policeman looked at the laptop screen, frowning, and slowly slid his finger over the mouse wheel.

The printer rattled, and several meters of printing paper spit out from the outlet and fell to the ground and piled up in rolls.

Sitting across from him was Lin Jingxi, with his head bowed deeply. The already thin and small man looked like an immature child.

After an unknown amount of time, the policeman let out a long breath, turned the computer in front of him, and his sharp brows exuded an irresistible majesty.

"We found hundreds of transaction records related to Jin Zhehui in your computer, and the total amount of funds in the account reached [-] million. The money was first transferred to your assistant's account, and then transferred to your account, but we did not find any Regarding the tax payment records of this amount, I would like to ask, where did the money go.”

Lin Jingxi clenched his fists tightly, his body shaking like chaff.

He shook his head: "I don't know, I really don't know, Zhu Changqi did it, it has nothing to do with me."

The policeman slowly leaned forward and leaned against the table, staring fixedly at his lowered eyes like knives.

He casually pulled a few meters of printing paper aside and photographed it in front of Lin Jingxi, pointing to the densely packed records on it:

"This is your bank statement, which has been divided into more than 400 times, and each withdrawal is about [-] yuan. Comrade, you really don't mind the trouble." The policeman sneered.

Lin Jingxi closed his eyes and buried his head even lower.

"You can keep silent, it's your right, but your assistant Zhu Changqi has already explained everything to us."

The police continued to turn back and said casually: "Your father's company started investing in Jin Zhehui nightclub three years ago. A large amount of transaction has been frozen by the bank, and the most direct evidence is that this card is still receiving transfers from An Shouyi recently."

He smirked: "An Shouyi, you recognize him, he seems to be the father of your fellow artist."

Hearing the word "An Shouyi", tears fell down on my knees, slowly piling up.

"You let your employees lie to An Shouyi and others to gamble in Jin Zhehui's underground casino by saying that gambling can bring you quick money, and you bought a lot of cheating machines, arranged for traders, and waited for these people to jump into the fire pit, and then arranged for loan officers. I'm not wrong to trick these people into signing loans with an interest rate of up to [-]%."

When he said "[-] percent," the policeman's eyes widened as he circled around the raging fire.

Seeing that Lin Jingxi still remained silent, the policeman took a deep breath: "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, we have sufficient evidence of the transaction here."

Sorrowful cries came from Lin Jingxi intermittently.

I thought it was done flawlessly, and I also used the gambling money and usury to invest in film and television dramas, and it was cleaned up. What is wrong with it?

The policeman sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Seeing the young and ignorant little star sitting here crying bitterly, it is inevitable that his heart softens.

He softened his tone and said in a low voice: "Do you know where these borrowers get their money from? Have you ever seen their current lives?"

Lin Jingxi shook his head helplessly, his nails dug into his palms fiercely.

"Selling blood and selling organs leads to AIDS infection, suicide, crime, and family destruction."

Another policeman couldn't help but said, "As a public figure, not only did you fail to set an example, you also tricked others into gambling and usury. It's not that they don't understand the law, it's because you don't. You're not only stupid, but also bad."

"I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong..." Lin Jingxi choked up and raised his head, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the policeman's hand, "I'll give them all the money back, three times, no, no, ten times, okay? Please don't expose this matter, or my stardom will be over..."

The policeman withdrew his hand and said earnestly: "I don't know what kind of quarrel you have with that artist in your group, but some things can't be changed by trying to make up for them, otherwise the law will do something."

Lin Jingxi froze suddenly, and instantly turned into an emotionless stone statue.

After a long time, he stammered and asked, "So what you guys mean is that I want... to go to jail."

The police put away the documents on the table and beat them: "We don't count on this kind of thing, you explain it to the court."

They stood up and strode out of the interrogation room.

the other side.

Inland Revenue Office——

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and the big hand slammed on the table hard, causing the teacup beside it to tremble.

"The organization gave you the power to let you do this kind of thing?! You don't want to panic, what are you going to argue with those stars? You even went to the live broadcast room and uttered wild words, but you are really the one!" His face was flushed, and he could vaguely see the violently beating flames above his head.

"I'm sorry, Director, I know I was wrong, give me another chance, and I will sincerely admit my mistake to everyone..." The person opposite lowered his head and swallowed nervously.

"You should admit your mistakes, but now the whole situation has lost credibility because of you, how do you make up for it? I see you, don't do it, get out as soon as possible!"

"Director, I really know that I was wrong. Give me another chance. If my wife finds out about this, I, I..." As he spoke, the man in his 30s burst into tears like broken beads.

The director sighed heavily, took a sip of herbal tea from the teacup, and tried to suppress his anger.

"It's not my decision. It's the decision of the higher authorities. This is the consequence of abuse of power. You can do it yourself."

"director……"

"go out."

An Rao spent the whole day reading the script "Xicheng Jue".

Only one thought after watching it:

The settings of the prince and the emperor in the two male protagonists are very unique. One is vicious and vicious to achieve the goal by any means but has a different tenderness for his lover;

They are all very popular nowadays.

Only the little guard played by himself is dull and dull, like a background board.

Chu Guannan came over after washing the dishes, and saw An Rao sitting on the sofa carefully reading the script, writing and drawing from time to time to take notes.

"How's it going?" He asked casually.

"Not very good, I think this guard is weak in character and can't find any other shining points except honesty." An Rao honestly said.

Chu Guannan sat down beside him, and took the script with him.

He turned the pages one by one, with a dull expression on his face.

After a long time, he raised his head and asked: "Dig deep into the character design, because he is honest, so he is very loyal, whether it is to the prince who rescued him from the slums, or to the emperor who gave him his sincerity, but the prince and emperor himself has conflicts. And so his allegiance inevitably creates conflicting thoughts."

An Rao looked at the script quietly, and after a long while, he questioned, "So he chose the way to get the best of both worlds, which is to sacrifice himself."

Chu Guannan smiled, and gently touched his cheek with the script: "Smart, if you want to play a role well, you must first substitute him."

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Chu Guannan glanced at the phone: "Look first, I'll answer the call."

An Rao took the script and turned to the part before the guard died.

Is sacrifice really the so-called way to have both?He liked the emperor so much, he probably couldn't bear to die.

After a while, Chu Guannan came back with his mobile phone and asked, "Do you know what happened to Lin Jingxi?"

An Rao looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong with him."

"I don't know, Shen Yi's assistant called me, saying that after Lin Jingxi posted a Weibo message, no one could be found."

An Rao took the phone, turned to Lin Jingxi's Weibo, and saw him post a message:

[I quit the Internet due to special reasons. I suspended all activities and went out to relax. Don’t worry everyone, I’m fine. 】

The comments below wailed:

[Why did Xibao withdraw from the Internet!I still want to see you write sweet little stories. 】

[What happened all of a sudden, the company even sent a message saying that he has launched a new drama, where did he go to relax? 】

[What's going on, I'm crying, today isn't April Fool's Day, is it? 】

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Among the worried inquiries, someone said weakly: "Can I say that I saw him appear near the Criminal Investigation Bureau the night before yesterday?"

Follow Lou: "Did you see the wrong person?"

Reply: "No, he didn't wear a mask and sunglasses, it must be him."

【He read it right, my brother works at the General Administration, and Lin Jingxi was detained. 】

[I fucking laughed so hard, I can still post on Weibo when I'm detained, you're an Internet cafe when you're a police station? 】

[I reported it, I was sick, I was detained for anything, who is your brother, the gatekeeper of the police station? 】

The Weibo post saying that he was detained was quickly washed away by the joint report of everyone.

[Could it be because breaking up with Shen Yi was too traumatic, so I went out to relax. 】

[It's possible, hey, a certain mistress is really cheap, forget it, respect Xi Bao, and he will come back when he recovers. 】

Fans are more willing to believe that he ran out to relax because he broke up with Shen Yi, and it is definitely not a groundless detention.

Their brother is so kind and gentle, even if they themselves are detained, their brother won't.

This Weibo quickly became a trending topic, and fans rushed to "Xibao, waiting for you to come back".

An Rao looked at the crowds of mourners on the Internet, silently turned off his phone, raised his head, and smiled brightly at Chu Guannan: "I don't know either."

That night, Lin Jingxi rushed to the trending search for the nth time.

Although the comment that suspected he was detained was deleted, another paparazzi came out and said that Nan Feng had indeed photographed Lin Jingxi at the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation. In the photo, he looked lonely, wearing pajamas, and followed by a few policemen.

The fans were not reconciled, and went to the official V of the Jincheng Criminal Investigation Bureau to ask if it was true.

The Jincheng General Bureau of Criminal Investigation was overwhelmed by the disturbance, but the case is still under further investigation. It cannot be concluded that the sentence will definitely be sentenced, so it just replied ambiguously: "Rumours stop with wise men."

【see that!The police said it was just a rumor, can the black fans stop? 】

[Spreading rumors into the bureau or something, first catch you and squat for two days, rubbish. 】

[It is because of these black fans that Jingxi chose to withdraw from the Internet. Oh, he is a fan of An Rao, so it's okay. 】

Early the next morning, An Rao got up from the sofa, checked his phone, and found that Wen Yu had sent him a message half an hour ago, saying that he was going to meet Ding Xi, the director of "The Tale of the West City" today.

Originally, Zhang Ze'an should be responsible for this matter, but Zhang Ze'an said that he had to deal with very difficult matters, and recently let Wen Yu follow him.

He left a note for Chu Guannan, changed his clothes and went out.

In December, the weather in the north was cold, and today happened to be a big drop in temperature. As soon as An Rao stepped downstairs, he was hit by the cold wind.

He wrapped his sweater tightly and tucked his fingers into the sleeves.

As soon as he walked to the gate of the community, he saw Wen Yu already waiting there.

The little girl was wearing a long down jacket and her nose was red. When she saw An Rao jogging over happily, she handed over the paper bag in her hand.

"Brother, I bought you hot cocoa and sandwiches."

An Rao took the breakfast and said "thank you".

Wen Yu can't drive, let alone a car, so the two can only take a taxi to their destination.

The meeting place with the director was in their company's conference room. Just as An Rao got out of the car, a Maybach passed by him and stopped at the company's entrance.

The car door opened, and a long leg wrapped in suit pants stretched out, and the leather shoes were shiny.

Immediately afterwards, the man with broad shoulders and narrow waist leaned out of the car under the support of his assistant. Standing there, he was tall and tall, with hair like black silk, and a well-tailored dark gray and dark pattern suit on a black background. Tie clips glared brightly.

His fair and handsome face was as delicate and handsome as a sculpture, and when he raised his eyes slightly, he showed a three-point indifference, seven-point disdain and arrogance.

In an instant, a bunch of paparazzi jumped out of the lawn, carrying equipment and swarming up, surrounding the man.

"Who is he?" An Rao asked casually while drinking hot cocoa.

"It seems to be Jiang Zhaoli..." Wen Yu said cautiously.

Jiang Zhaoli?The one who plays the vicious and vicious regent?

There seems to be such a person in the original text, who is quite famous, a little better than Shen Yi, and a little worse than Chu Guannan.

Although I haven't read the original text, but from the author's world view, there are only two kinds of people in the text, the protagonist group and the original owner.

Except for the original owner, the rest are either Lin Jingxi's fans or are on the way to becoming Lin Jingxi's fans.

An Rao threw the finished paper cup into the trash can and followed Wen Yu into the company building.

It was the first time I saw the director Ding Xi. As Chu Guannan said, he is a good person. He looks very kind at the age of 50. When he saw An Rao, he shook hands with him warmly:

"It's the first time we met. My surname is Ding. You must be An Rao. I have watched your variety show and your performance is very impressive."

"Thank you Director Ding for your compliment."

In addition to the director, there were a lot of people behind the screenwriter, producer and other actors. After everyone was seated, Jiang Zhaoli arrived late with his assistant.

He sat down next to An Rao, glanced at him, and didn't say anything, let alone greet him.

"It's like this. I call everyone here today, mainly to watch our new actors try out."

As soon as the words fell, dozens of pairs of eyes looked at An Rao.

So he is the only new actor.

But what if he can't act.

"Teacher Jiang, I would like to trouble you to have a play with Xiao An, that's all." The director pushed over the script.

Jiang Zhaoli nodded, took the script, looked at An Rao, and then stopped.

Seeing that An Rao didn't respond for a long time, the director hurriedly said: "Xiao An, let's start, you can talk about any props you need."

Only then did An Rao wake up, and heard Wen Yu whispering "Brother, come on" next to him.

The plot he wants to try out is:

In order to arrange for him to enter the palace, the prince placed him next to the emperor, and asked him to dress up as a palace lady, but the emperor's favorite orchid was tattooed on the back of the court ladies in the imperial city. .

At this time, the guards are loyal to the prince, so they are obliged to ask the prince.

The director probably wanted him to act as a guard with awe-inspiring righteousness.

An Rao simply memorized the lines, found a chair and sat down.

Jiang Zhaoli followed and took a pen as a prop.

Gently picking up the hem of An Rao's sweater with the pen, Jiang Zhaoli said: "Although the emperor is ignorant of worldly affairs, there are many courtiers around him, all of whom are loyal to the former emperor. You should pay more attention to them."

An Rao nodded: "Don't worry, my lord."

At the moment when the clothes were lifted, he suddenly shrank back.

Chu Guannan said that people don't have only one side, and everyone has their own bottom line.

As for the guards, he had acquired a manly appearance in the battlefield, and he came from a low-level background. When he heard the prince asked him to dress up as a woman, he must have felt ashamed.

Jiang Zhaoli paused, and continued to pick up the hem of his clothes: "Do you remember what this king told you?"

"My minister will keep it in my heart." An Rao's voice was sonorous and forceful, but his body shrank even more, his fingers trembled, and then tightened forcefully.

The director propped his cheek with one hand, frowned, and suddenly raised his hand: "It's okay, stop."

Jiang Zhaoli put down his pen and returned to his seat.

An Rao quickly pulled down the hem of his clothes and wrapped it up.

"That's right, Xiao An's psychological control of the characters is very good, but there are still some traces of acting in it. After all, newcomers are normal. I will find a professional teacher to guide you in the future. Don't worry about that."

The director was right, An Rao also felt that he was completely separated from the character he played, and it was inevitable that he would be unfamiliar with acting for the first time.

The director turned his head and ordered the assistant to bring everyone's contracts and distribute them: "This is everyone's contract, if there is no problem, you can sign it."

An Rao pushed the contract in front of Wen Yu and asked her to help.

The salary after tax is 38.

This price is acceptable. After all, Sanxian Paste Cafe can afford this price a lot. With this money, he has taken another step towards the great ideal of traveling around the world.

"What do you think?" He asked Wen Yu in a low voice.

Wen Yu faltered for a long time: "It's okay... I'm not sure, how about I call Manager Zhang and ask?"

"No need, let's leave it at that." After reading the contract and making sure there were no hidden clauses, An Rao was about to sign his name.

"The filming start date is tentatively scheduled for the end of January next year, because the roles of the emperor and empress are still temporarily vacant. If you have suitable candidates, you can also recommend them." The director said.

End of January?Wouldn't that conflict with Nepal's time?

Giving up on a trip to Nepal for this movie with an unknown future...

At this time, Wen Yu next to him took out his mobile phone to report the progress to Zhang Ze'an.

An Rao took a casual glance and saw that she was poking the phone screen vigorously.

There was a big crack on the screen, and the surrounding area of ​​the phone cover was also worn white. It looked like an old style from four or five years ago.

Look at Wen Yu again, the half of the sweater sleeves exposed under her down jacket is still the one she wore when she came back from England last time, and the sleeves are full of small fur balls.

This child is really poor, and he is very frugal.

Recalling the contents of her contract...

An Rao was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to sign his name.

The pen is vigorous and powerful, without sloppy.

After signing the contract, the director said that everyone can go back to rest first, and will notify you as soon as possible.

Jiang Zhaoli stood up, politely shook hands with every actor present, and when he walked to An Rao, An Rao offered to extend his hand.

But his hands stopped in mid-air for a long time, and when he raised his head, Jiang Zhaoli had already left the meeting room with his assistant and manager.

When An Rao came home, he just opened the door when he saw Chu Guannan standing at the door, as if he knew he was going to come back and stood at the door to greet him.

He looked around An Rao's body and turned around: "It's cooling down today, why don't you wear more clothes."

"I don't know, I didn't pay attention to the weather forecast." An Rao lay down on the sofa wearily.

As the footsteps approached from far to near, a warm touch suddenly appeared on his face.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was Chu Guannan who came over with a hand warmer.

"Thank you husband." An Rao took the hand warmer and stuck it on his face.

Warm, dry and comfortable.

Chu Guannan sat down beside him, casually took the contract he brought back, opened it, and read it word by word.

Suddenly, his brows frowned, his eyes seemed to have frosted: "The salary is 38."

An Rao nodded while clutching the hand warmer: "My husband, how much is your salary?"

Chu Guannan: "..."

"How much." An Rao raised his leg and pressed his knee against his side.

Chu Guannan was silent for a moment, closed the contract and put it away: "Not much."

Judging by his expression, it is probably because he was afraid that his self-esteem would be hit by speaking out, so he didn't need to perfunctory much.

An Rao took out his mobile phone and checked it on the Internet.

Chu Guannan's salary...

3000 million-6000 million.

Yes, worthy of his popularity.

"When do you plan to start filming." Chu Guannan changed the topic.

"At the end of January, the trip to Nepal coincided with the month before and after. The director said that there are still two characters that have not found suitable actors. If they still can't find suitable actors, they will postpone it. There may be conflicts with Nepal."

An Rao looked at the ceiling, gently rubbing the hand warmer with his fingers: "I hope there will be no conflict."

Chu Guannan stared at something quietly, resting his fingers on his chin as if in deep thought.

After a while, he got up and went upstairs.

……

Chu Guannan went into the bedroom and closed the door, turned on his phone and dialed the manager's number.

"Jing An, how long will my new play last?"

Manager Long Jing'an wondered: "Then the movie can't be postponed, it has to catch up with the Spring Festival in February next year, what's the matter?"

"There is a good script, but the timing may conflict."

"What script?"

"West City Tactic."

"Uh..." Long Jing'an took a deep breath, "The script is average, you are... oh, An Rao took it, right?"

Chu Guannan smiled tiredly: "Then I will run on both sides."

"Haha, it's fine if you don't mind. Although I don't like the script, I'm afraid it's useless to say anything. For you now, making money is not as important as your wife."

"You can help me get Director Ding Xi's contact information later, please."

the other side.

An Rao read the script again, this time reading the lines of the emperor and empress.

The setting for the queen in the script is: Fang is twenty years old, the youngest daughter of the royal relatives, elegant and well-educated, kind and soft in heart, not particularly stunning in appearance, but has bright eyes and good looks.

In an instant, the pair of smart eyes above Yin Qingyuan's mask came to mind.

He rested his chin and casually flipped through the script with one hand.

After a long time, I took out my phone and found Yin Qingyuan and sent her a message:

【Are you there? 】

There was a quick reply: "Yes! Why did Brother Rao think of looking for me?"

An Rao: "I'll cut to the chase. I accepted a movie, and there is a female character in it that is temporarily vacant. The director asked us to recommend it. I thought of you after reading through the lines of this character."

The "The other party is typing" flashed for a long time at the top, and Yin Qingyuan simply made a voice call.

Her voice was full of joy that could not be concealed: "Brother Rao, I am very happy that you can think of me, but I have another job now, so I don't know if the time is suitable."

An Rao pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "Then you, do you still want to continue working hard in the entertainment industry?"

Yin Qingyuan was silent for a long time, and whispered "I think".

An Rao raised the corner of his mouth: "Then this Sunday, come over and take you to see the director."

A small sob came from the other end of the phone: "Thank you Brother Rao, thank you..."

After hanging up the phone, An Rao recommended Yin Qingyuan to the director. The director bluntly said that he had an impression of her and asked her to try it.

On Sunday, An Rao woke up early, while Chu Guannan was still sleeping.

He straightened his hair, took out his down jacket and put it on, put on his hat and went out.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the company, I saw a slender figure wearing a college-style woolen coat with horn buttons and a baseball cap. Her black hair was as smooth as silk. She put her hands in her pockets and was pacing back and forth on the spot with her head down. go.

"Sorry I'm late." An Rao walked over and raised his hat.

As soon as Yin Qingyuan raised her head, her eyes lit up.

She has single eyelids, but her eyes are very big, with the tails of her eyes slightly raised, and her eyelashes are thin and slender, matching her palm-sized face with an indescribable aura.

She belongs to the type that is not particularly beautiful but highly recognizable, and she is also one of the few girls in the entertainment circle who can make An Rao remember her face.

"I just arrived too." Yin Qingyuan bowed very politely.

"After that incident last time, no one made things difficult for you, right?" An Rao asked.

Yin Qingyuan shook her head and said with a smile: "Not only did I not, I also received a lot of private messages supporting me."

"That's good."

The two entered the company building while chatting, and took the elevator to the last meeting room.

Voices came from inside.

An Rao knocked on the door: "Director Ding, I'm An Rao."

"Come in. Come in."

Pushing open the door, I suddenly found that there were many people sitting inside.

Among them were two particularly familiar figures.

One was Jiang Zhaoli who he saw last time, he turned his head slightly, saw that it was An Rao, turned his head, and casually played with the pen in his hand.

But the other, appearing here is a bit weird.

"Hi director." Yin Qingyuan bowed politely.

Ding Xi was stunned when he saw Yin Qingyuan, and quickly put on a smile: "Sit down first."

An Rao pulled Yin Qingyuan to sit next to Su Yun, looking across.

"Xiao An, long time no see." The person opposite smiled softly and peacefully.

"Long time no see, Miss Gu..."

Why, Gu Muci is here.