Thinker in the entertainment industry

"Brother, don't meddle in it."

Zheng Zhiyong looked at Zhang Xiansheng and said helplessly.

With his knees, he knows that Zhang Xiansheng's coming here is an unwise move to ask for trouble, but he can't even manage his own affairs with his current energy, so he really doesn't have the heart to think about Zhang Xiansheng's affairs, but now ...It's almost enough. An artist guarantees someone for something that has nothing to do with him. You can figure it out.

"I said, Zheng Zhiyong."

Zhang Xiansheng took a few steps forward, walked to Zheng Zhiyong's side, squatted down, his delicate and delicate face was full of heaviness and sympathy.

"Your injury here", he put his hand on Zheng Zhiyong's left knee, "Is it because of drunk driving?"

Zheng Zhiyong closed his eyes and lowered his jaw slightly.

"I have experienced it... I will become more sensitive."

Under the cold light in the police station, Zheng Zhiyong's voice escaped from his lips very softly, and then fell heavily on people's hearts.

"I'll do it," Zico said to Zhang Xiansheng, "No matter what, I can't get rid of my involvement in this matter."

Since the relationship can't be shaken off, actively solving the problem is better than hanging up on nothing.

"That's it." Zheng Zhiyong said succinctly, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Xiansheng, Zhang Xiansheng couldn't help frowning with his empty eyes: "Are you okay?"

"It's just a lack of strength, brother also knows, I usually don't have very strong emotions, once I do... that's it."

It is precisely because he knows how emotional he is, Zheng Zhiyong has always been committed to self-control when it comes to issues related to others, which leaves him with a relatively gentle and calm image outside.But the fact is that the ability of emotions to erode reason has never disappeared. Once it exceeds the criterion that Zheng Zhiyong can restrain himself, the consequences will be like a volcano erupting.Zheng Zhiyong's anger and panic about Li Taemin back then made him unable to speak freely, but at least there was still a bit of reason left, which allowed him to speak out without being in the store.Later, Zheng Zhiyong raised his demands on himself, but this time his anger was even stronger than before, burning his normal thinking ability to nothing.

Now Zheng Zhiyong barely calmed down, but his strength and most of his thinking ability had been burned away by anger.Now his whole body is as if he has collapsed, and he can even hear buzzing sounds in his ears. Those responses just now were in the final analysis just driven by his instinct.

Thanks to his good education and fairly rich life experience, Zheng Zhiyong still has the strength to rely on his intuition after losing control.

The forgiveness of the "victim" is not a problem. No matter how "excessive" Zheng Zhiyong is, it cannot change the fact that Zico's manager drove the artist while drinking and concealed the fact from the artist in the car. Zico didn't run away like Zheng Zhiyong, but he was obviously angry: "Maybe you think it's good to drink and drive without accident. What if you are stopped by the traffic police for inspection? What responsibility should I take?"

As an artist who didn't drink, he was careful, and he asked his agent to drive for him in case of fatigue driving accidents. His agent was fine, and he came over just after drinking and didn't tell him.If there were any safety issues, or the fact that he was stopped by the police and found out about drunk driving, how wronged would Zico be?

No company dares to take an artist's future as a matter of importance. Although Zheng Zhiyong beat his nose and face swollen, Zico's manager really didn't dare to make a big deal, not to mention that the entire Sevenseasons company is basically run by Zico alone. Well, the manager didn't have that much right to speak, so he obediently signed the letter of understanding.

Zico then signed a guarantee for Zheng Zhiyong, and also made a copy of his transcript.As a fight with nothing special except the identity of the parties involved, its various procedures and records are already complete and could not be more complete.

However, the key is the identity of the parties involved, and the really important thing is what they have to face after they leave the police station.

"thinker." Of course Zico knew that things would not be so simple to understand, because of this, he didn't know what to say when facing Zheng Zhiyong at this time.

"I don't want to apologize", Zheng Zhiyong wanted to stand up, but the aftereffects of the exhaustion had not completely dissipated, he staggered, and Zhang Xiansheng at the side quickly helped him, and then stabilized his body, but for the current embarrassment , Zheng Zhiyong obviously didn't care, "Let's go back first, there are many people who need to be notified."

If you can hide it, you will be safe, but if you can't hide it, there will be a big storm.Neither Zico nor Zheng Zhiyong are very optimistic about hiding this matter.

"What do you want to do?" Zico asked.

"If you can't hide it, tell the truth," Zheng Zhiyong said flatly, "If you are in trouble, just keep silent, it's nothing to do with you."

He doesn't have the brainpower to think about his own affairs, and he really doesn't have the mood to take care of Zico.

In the end, it was Zhang Xiansheng who drove Zheng Zhiyong back. He had nothing to say all the way, but after arriving at the destination, Zhang Xiansheng called Zheng Zhiyong: "Aren't you in a hurry to go up?"

"It's okay." Sitting in the back row all the way in a daze, Zheng Zhiyong's spirit recovered a lot, "What's wrong?"

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"If the news spreads, it must be the real situation." Zheng Zhiyong's tone was flat and weak, but at least it was not like in the police station just now, his voice floated from beginning to end, "I can't say for sure about public opinion. Well, I won't apologize."

"Do you want to tell me about your situation in advance?"

"I don't know, I was just thinking... When I was about to go to the stage this time, I didn't think that everything would go with the majority of people."

"Oh", Zhang Xiansheng didn't seem to have any special reaction, he took out the phone, unlocked the screen and handed it to Zheng Zhiyong, "Look, does this work?"

"what."

"In the police station, the recording of your conversation." Zhang Xiansheng said nonchalantly.

Zheng Zhiyong: ... "Brother, do you think if this thing is released, they won't know that you recorded it?"

"Then?" Zheng Zhiyong's tone was a bit "hate iron but not steel" now, but Zhang Xiansheng still seemed indifferent.

Zheng Zhiyong's lips moved, thinking that he was also planning for himself, some words could not be said after all, "Give me the recording, let me take a look at the situation, it is unlikely that the police will fabricate the facts, if you don't need it No need," he said, "Brother, you... think more about yourself today."

In the end, he still couldn't hold back—Zheng Zhiyong lost his head for a moment and beat people in the street. It's not a wise move. Zhang Xiansheng ran to the police station to find Zheng Zhiyong and secretly recorded it, but he didn't force it too much.

"Is there something wrong with 'care about friends', or are you and I not friends?"

"The company doesn't necessarily think so." Zheng Zhiyong said.Zhang Xiansheng's matter is actually easy to handle in terms of public opinion. After all, he has nothing to do with Zheng Zhiyong's violent incident. What is difficult is outside of public opinion.

"I don't care what they think," Zhang Xiansheng blurted out, only to realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, "The return and the company are not very pleasant," he explained, "Now you should care about yourself first."

He didn't even mention the "cooperation" that he originally planned to discuss tonight. If this matter can't be passed safely, it is the right thing for Beast and Zheng Zhiyong to distance themselves from the outside world.

Zheng Zhiyong really didn't have time to take care of Zhang Xiansheng's affairs, although he felt a little sad when he thought of the current cube.

"Shall we go up together?" Zheng Zhiyong said, "Have a cup of coffee before leaving."

The space where Zheng Zhiyong lives alone is too small, and has never been used to entertain guests. This kind of place can only be used for relatives and friends, and it is not rude to be perfunctory.

But when was Zhang Xiansheng classified as a "friend"?

Zheng Zhiyong couldn't figure it out, and didn't have time to think about it.He boiled hot water and called An Shuojun.Both "showmethemoney" and "Infinite Challenge" are aware of the secret communication between myself and CJ. If An Shuojun can help inform me, it will be fine. If there is no agreement, he can only contact the two program groups by himself. .

"What? You...you explain it to me clearly."

Although he was in charge of the music branch under CJ, An Shuojun was at least the boss of a company. It was not a common situation that he was so surprised that he didn't even know what to say for a while.

I beat up Zico's agent in the street. It doesn't look like something Zheng Zhiyong would do. Zheng Zhiyong doesn't look like someone who likes to use violence to solve problems. On the one hand, his body Given the situation, there were not many people he could beat.

So what the hell is going on!

"I went to a birthday party with Zico at night..."

From here, Zheng Zhiyong told An Shuojun the ins and outs of the matter in detail.Although the sequelae of fatigue still exists, the order of speaking is still there.When he talked about being taken to the police station, An Shuojun let out a long sigh and interrupted him: "Let's talk about the result."

"The victim forgives me, and Zico released me on bail." Zheng Zhiyong said.

"you……"

"I lost control." Zheng Zhiyong said.

Zheng Zhiyong spoke bluntly, but the unexplainable anger in An Shuojun's heart could not be vented.He circled around a few times, and finally accepted the fact that the people he was optimistic about and wanted to recruit under his command committed the taboo of public figures when their careers just started.

"What do you want to do?" It's good to be able to suppress the news, but judging from An Shuojun's experience, it's probably not enough. And generate opinions.

"What the police told the outside world is the truth, I think it should not be difficult."

"It's not difficult, then?" Zheng Zhiyong has not violated the interests of any group at present, except that the topic of media blogs may be biased when they are reported. Bureau cooperation.

"I won't admit it wrong."

The most common and almost the only way to deal with controversial issues with public figures is to apologize. If the problem is minor, just issue a statement. If the problem is serious, suspend the current activities to express remorse, or even retire for a period of time , which is a common practice.

But Zheng Zhiyong does not intend to follow such a "convention".

"Why." There was no anger in An Shuojun's voice, but a simple question.

"I don't think I'm wrong," Zheng Zhiyong said, "Representative, I once said that I'm not going to follow the majority's thinking in everything."

After Zheng Zhiyong finished the phone call, he turned around and saw that Zhang Xiansheng had already taken a cup and drank it himself. "Bring me coffee, it's instant, but the taste is okay," Zhang Xiansheng said. He is just a foodie, but he doesn't have much appreciation for coffee. "It's over?"

"Ah."

"You are not much better than me." Zhang Xiansheng raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and swallowed the last mouthful. Zheng Zhiyong spent a lot of time on the phone. He waited for the water to boil and poured coffee while listening to it. Finished.

"Ah?" Zheng Zhiyong's nerves were still in a sluggish state, and he didn't react.

"It's not something a 'smart person' should do, but you don't do it because you like it." Zhang Xiansheng said.

Zheng Zhiyong couldn't help laughing, "Yes", he threw the phone on the sofa casually, "because he was happy".

In life, there are always times when you have to be patient, but if you have to swallow everything for the immediate benefit, it will be meaningless.On this point, Zheng Zhiyong and Zhang Xiansheng have the same views. If there is any contradiction, it is the question of when to endure and when not to.

"Have you decided?"

Zheng Zhiyong was silent for a few seconds, then smiled: "It's decided."

At this point, it is meaningless to say whether you regret it or not.Zheng Zhiyong can only make a choice based on the current situation.

He stretched out his hand to the kettle, wanting to make a cup for himself, but was held down by Zhang Xiansheng in the middle: "You don't want to sleep anymore?"

"You think I can sleep?"

"That's not now either."

Zhang Xiansheng insisted on his own opinion, Zheng Zhiyong finally chose to give in at his own home, "Okay", he withdrew his hand, turned around and sat on the sofa, and fell back weakly, "I seem to be waiting for a verdict."

Now he has done everything he can do, and the rest is to resign himself to fate, to see when this matter will explode, and if it does, in what form.

Zhang Xiansheng took out his mobile phone and looked at the time displayed on it.

It's 35:[-] in the morning and it's late at night outside.And what will happen after dawn is still unpredictable.

"Your coffee doesn't seem to have any effect." Zhang Xiansheng silently rinsed his used cup under the tap, and then said, "Is there a place for me to settle down for a while?"

Zheng Zhiyong raised his head and glanced at him: "How about the sofa?"