Overlord insists on giving me money [Entertainment]

Hong Bin has been very unlucky recently. First, he was beaten up by Meng Yanzhang for no reason, and then he was forced to record a video of his confession, which kept him in constant fear, for fear that Meng Yanzhang would suddenly release the video to the world that day.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. It would be fine if Meng Yanzhang really sent the video, but the current situation is that after Meng Yanzhang and Pengfei terminated the contract, it seems that the world has evaporated, and there is no trace of anyone. Hong Bin thought several times. He wanted to find someone to block Meng Yanzhang, beat him until Meng Yanzhang had his teeth all over the floor, and then asked him to hand over the video.

He couldn't get through the phone either, so he asked Deng Yewei for Meng Yanzhang's contact information, and Deng Yewei didn't know anything about it, so he didn't know about Meng Yanzhang's affairs even more than he did.

He originally wanted to squat under Yuhui Building, but after squatting for two days in a row, he was sent to the police station as a suspicious person by the security guards.

Just after he came out of the bureau, he suddenly received news from the company that he had been fired.

Hong Bin originally wanted to go to Pengfei to make a fuss, but as soon as he got near the company, he was dragged into a van.

"The higher-ups let me tell you, keep your mouth shut and don't talk nonsense, or you won't hurt more than your two legs."

The thugs hung him from the beams of the abandoned factory, holding a baseball bat that was stained black with blood.

Hong Bin's heart turned cold, and his blood flowed backwards. He had worked in Pengfei for many years and had done many unsightly things for Pengfei. The thugs were obviously invited by Pengfei to warn him.

Some secrets are either taken into the coffin or die now.

"I... I know... I will definitely not talk too much..."

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When Duan Jiangqiu came back from a business trip abroad, it was almost time for Meng Yanzhang to join the crew.

"Are you going to join the crew so soon?" When Duan Jiangqiu passed by Meng Yanzhang's room, he saw Meng Yanzhang packing his luggage, he was a little surprised and also a little bit reluctant.

Meng Yanzhang lowered his head, his thin bangs covered his eyes, "Well, I'm not in the city for this shoot, so I have to bring a lot of things."

I took a look at Meng Yanzhang's small suitcase, how much is this?

"How long are you going?"

Meng Yanzhang calculated, "Three or four months."

"You can't tell. We'll see when we get to it. It won't be more than four months at the most."

Duan Jiangqiu felt a little horrified. He had never been in contact with this aspect before, and he didn't know that Meng Yanzhang had to leave for so long. He stared at Meng Yanzhang's back for a long time. Recently, Meng Yanzhang should have been exercising. His muscles have tightened a lot, and he is restrained. And toughness, beautiful muscle lines without exaggeration.

The back is also much straighter than before, like a young white poplar.

"Let me clean it up for you." Duan Jiangqiu stood at the door for a while, then walked into the house.

"No need, I'll pack it up soon." In Meng Yanzhang's eyes, Duan Jiangqiu is a noble young master, and his secretary probably did all the packing.

In fact, Meng Yanzhang's guess was not wrong. Duan Jiangqiu's luggage was indeed packed by the secretary for him. He has a special suitcase for business trips, and the things in it will be replaced regularly to facilitate sudden business trips.

"Let me see, what are you packing?" Duan Jiangqiu walked over and looked down. Meng Yanzhang only brought a few changes of clothes, and they were all from his old street stalls. Duan Jiangqiu didn't prepare them for him.

"Where are you going to film?" Duan Jiangqiu straightened up and took out his phone.

"H City." Meng Yanzhang thought he was just asking casually.

"It's quite hot over there, but the temperature is a bit low in the morning and evening. You should bring summer clothes and a few long-sleeved jackets." Duan Jiangqiu said while looking at the weather forecast on his phone.

Meng Yanzhang was a little surprised at Duan Jiangqiu's carefulness. In his opinion, Duan Jiangqiu should not be someone who would consider these trivial matters. Duan Jiangqiu looks very professional at work, but Duan Jiangqiu in life is like a noble and lazy cat. Even if the food is brought to his mouth, he will still be picky.

Speaking of which, Duan Jiangqiu went straight into Meng Yanzhang's cloakroom that he hadn't used much, picked and picked, and threw them to Meng Yanzhang, "Fold it yourself, I don't know how."

"The filming conditions are not good, so you don't need to wear such expensive clothes." Meng Yanzhang held a pile of clothes and pursed his lips.

An ordinary sentence made Duan Jiangqiu's heart throb a little. Only people who are used to hard times would say such words.

He stepped forward, stood in the pile of messy clothes, and stretched out his hand to pull Meng Yanzhang's collar. It was a dark blue T-shirt that had been washed until it faded. It was a shirt nearby when he was in college. I bought it at a street stall for 30 yuan and have worn it till now.

The collar, which was originally not very strong, was stretched by Duan Jiangqiu, and then scrapped with a thud.

His eyes are like a peach blossom falling into a deep pool, under the pale pink petals is a bottomless pool of water.

"When you buy clothes, you wear them. Isn't it putting the cart before the horse when you put them on the shelf?" Duan Jiangqiu bent down and threw Meng Yanzhang's previous clothes into the trash can, "You can keep them for nostalgia, but if you keep them for Wrong myself, then I will throw them all in the trash."

There is no smile in his eyes like the past, just like the cold wind in winter, "There will be nothing that can make you wrong yourself, only clothes that don't suit you, and there is no clothes that you can't match."

His attitude was so arrogant, so arrogant that it was almost rude, but Meng Yanzhang could only stare at him blankly, unable to say a word of rebuttal.

Licking his own lips, Meng Yanzhang stared into Duan Jiangqiu's eyes and asked, "If so?"

"Then I'll flatten it." Duan Jiangqiu had a confident smile on his face, such arrogant words, coming out of his mouth, were unexpectedly convincing for some reason.

There was a smile on the corner of Meng Yanzhang's mouth. It was the first time he heard someone telling him not to wrong himself. Everyone just let him bear it. The clothes don't need to be too good, as long as they can be worn. Save some money and send it home. You are a college student in our family, and it is not easy for your parents to support you.

You are an older brother, you have to let your younger brother out.

This role has been given to someone else, you bear with it, and I will give you a better one next time.

He is younger than you, and needs more opportunities to make a difference. It is nothing to be wronged by someone as big as you.

Everything in the past was vivid, Meng Yanzhang took a deep breath, "You are right."

He personally folded the clothes that Duan Jiangqiu gave him one by one into the suitcase. He found the original clothes and packed them in bags, "Donate them to those who need them. I've washed them all."

When Duan Jiangqiu heard his plan, he sighed in his heart, indeed, Meng Yanzhang was still so kind-hearted.

"Do you have skin care?" Duan Jiangqiu saw that all he brought was a change of clothes, and he didn't see any skin care products. He couldn't believe that there would be such a crude artist in this world.

"Skin care?" Meng Yanzhang took out a jar of dusty face cream, "My roommate gave it to me."

It was given to Deng Yewei when he first moved in to build a good relationship with Meng Yanzhang, but he kept collecting dust and didn't use it much.

Duan Jiangqiu took the box and wiped it with a paper towel in distaste, "What kind of three-no product, you won't be afraid of losing your face after using it."

Looking back, it really has been overdue for a long time.

"It's expired." Duan Jiangqiu casually threw it into the trash can, turned around and walked into his room, carrying a bunch of unopened bottles and cans.

"This is lotion. The weather in H City is hot. This is very light and thin, so it won't burden the skin." After Duan Jiangqiu introduced it to Meng Yanzhang one by one, Meng Yanzhang felt his brain was buzzing and he couldn't digest it.

"No...don't bother..." Meng Yanzhang has lived for 26 years, and at most, he only wiped a little bit of his sister's baby frost in winter.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yanzhang was stared at by Duan Jiangqiu, "You must always remember that you are in the entertainment industry, and having an outstanding face will make your journey much easier. I know you are a capable person. But if we work together, wouldn’t it be more effective with half the effort?”

Afterwards, Meng Yanzhang looked at the bottles and cans and facial masks in his suitcase, and thought that Duan Jiangqiu, with his eloquence, would be able to become the leader of an MLM in no time if he entered a MLM den.

Two days later, Meng Yanzhang carried his suitcase, which was much heavier than expected, and boarded the plane to H City.

"At this point, he has already taken off." Duan Jiangqiu muttered to himself with a pen in his hand.

Liang Wensi put the coffee in Duan Jiangqiu's hand without looking sideways, "Mr. Duan, Hong Bin was tied up at Pengfei's side. He was sent back to the city yesterday with two broken legs and a hoarse voice. He is now in the hospital Li, I just woke up this morning, and I don't seem to be in a good state of mind."

"I just said a word, I'm so vicious towards my own people." Duan Jiangqiu took a sip of coffee and shook his head.

On the day Meng Yanzhang moved in, he saw a wound on the corner of Meng Yanzhang's mouth, and when he asked, Meng Yanzhang shook his head in embarrassment, "It's all over."

He didn't ask any more questions, and asked Liang Wensi to investigate who Meng Yanzhang had been in contact with that day. Later, he found out that Meng Yanzhang's manager, Hong Bin, had blatantly beaten someone in the corridor. see.

Afterwards, Hong Bin wandered around the gate of Yuhui again, apparently to block Meng Yanzhang.

With such a blatant provocation, how could Duan Jiangqiu let him go, and just found an excuse to have Hong Bin thrown into the prison and locked up for a few days.

He also told Pengfei that Hong Bin had offended him, needless to say anything else, Pengfei's top management knew what was more important, and they fired Hong Bin immediately, but Duan Jiangqiu didn't think about what happened next.

"Hong Bin must have pinched a lot of tricks in Pengfei's hands to end up in this situation. Pengfei's senior management is smart. They not only solved their worries, but also sold my face." Duan Jiangqiu turned the pen in his hand, his face With a sneer.

"If you're smarter and put the blame on me, then Hong Bin will only hate me to death. He doesn't want to trouble Pengfei." The pen in Duan Jiangqiu's hand tapped on the table, "Find someone to keep an eye on Hong Bin." Bin."

"When Meng Yanzhang comes back, send him two bodyguards."

Liang Wensi responded one by one, "Good Mr. Duan."