Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Zhong Mingcan did what he said.

Early the next morning, when he came to the office, he immediately asked Zhou Yihang to start calling around to contact Lucifer's manager.

But none of them had this kind of experience in finding someone, and they were very disorganized. They worked for a whole morning, until after lunch, they met Jiang Fan in the corridor. , took out his mobile phone and showed them the photo, which contained a business card with blurred pixels.

"This is the business card of Yangli, the owner of Qianli Entertainment."

Zhou Zhouhang smiled beamingly, and the whole morning was not wasted. Although he failed to contact Lucifer's manager, he actually got a call from the boss directly.

Zhong Mingcan dialed the phone.

At the other end was the voice of a middle-aged man: "Hello? Who is it?"

Zhong Mingcan knew that he could not waste the time of his boss, so he hurriedly explained the purpose of his visit: "I am Zhong Mingcan, the director of the music production department of Hertz Company. I heard the song of your company's artist Lucifer by chance, and I am very interested in one of the members. I would like to ask if I can meet with you. one side……"

"Which member?" Yangli asked.

Zhong Mingcan doesn't know which member it is, but since the boss asks this question, he has to answer: "The members of Lucifer have their own voices. If it's not rude, can we all meet together? I want to confirm it in person... ..."

"Do you want to cooperate?" Yangli asked again.

Such a concise question made Zhong Mingcan a little flustered. After all, he has not been working for a long time, and he has even been in the company for a shorter time than Zhou Yihang. Facing the faint coercion emanating from Yangli through the receiver, he stammered a little: "Yes... yes of."

"Only with one member?" Yangli's every question hit the nail on the head.

"Yes, because this is a solo song, it's more lyrical, and it requires the integrity of the sound, so I can only cooperate with one person..." He couldn't figure out what Yang Li was thinking, so he had to explain it as detailed as possible.

"Okay, I got it." Yangli didn't reveal much attitude in his voice, he said, "I'll leave you the phone number of Lucifer's manager, you can contact him, I have something else to do, so hang up first, sorry Just after finishing speaking, only the busy tone left in Zhong Mingcan's ear.

His "thank you" hadn't had time to slip from his throat to his mouth.

Yangli kept his promise, and within a few minutes, he received a text message, which only contained a string of numbers and the word "Liu".

Zhong Mingcan gripped the phone hard, his fingertips turned slightly white, he took a deep breath, and dialed the string of numbers again.

This manager surnamed Liu was much more polite than Yangli, and when he heard that Zhong Mingcan had come to offer a song to Lucifer, his voice instantly became dogleg.

"Ouch, your works are hard to come by now, this is Lucifer's honor!"

Zhong Mingcan said: "Then can we make an appointment to meet?"

"Choose the most suitable voice on the spot, right?" The manager surnamed Liu was a little excited. He misinterpreted Zhong Mingcan's meaning without authorization, and regarded Zhong Mingcan's coming as an assessment of the four members of Lucifer. If there is a chance, whoever wins will win, "No problem! Tomorrow, just tomorrow! You decide the time, how about we set the location in the basement practice room of Qianli Entertainment? I'll let the four of them get ready!"

Manager Liu's cheerful and high-pitched voice made people relax their vigilance. Zhong Mingcan was infected by this friendly attitude and smoothed out his nervous nerves. The corners of his mouth curled up, "Thank you then, see you tomorrow .”

After setting the time and place, he hung up the phone, and Zhou Yihang, who had been quietly waiting by the side, approached him: "Master, how good is the person you are looking for? Can I trouble you to spend so much time looking for him?"

"Excellent," Zhong Mingcan said firmly, "It's so perfect, he must be the one!"

Zhou Zhouhang scratched his head, feeling that he still couldn't get a specific and reasonable explanation, he said: "It stands to reason, Master, your current influence should be that those singers are chasing after your ass and begging you to compose music, but you are doing it like this. Hurrying to beg others makes my heart ache..."

It’s not a day or two since Monday’s aerial photography. Zhong Mingcan didn’t care too much. He hasn’t cared about his “influence” for a long time. Once connected, there is no disturbance of voices on the Internet, and the real life is peaceful and beautiful.

"Really? Am I that good?" He asked Zhou Hang with a smile.

"Of course!" Zhou Yihang straightened his back and gave a thumbs up, "You are a man of the hour now! There are all about your deeds on the Internet, and you help your friends! Thieves show loyalty! You are simply a modern version of a hero. Woolen cloth!"

Zhong Mingcan felt strange, and asked one more question: "What deed?"

Zhou Yihang was taken aback, he didn't expect that the person involved would ask the onlookers this kind of question: "It's because of Dong Lin that you retired from the competition..."

Hearing this, Zhong Mingcan frowned, feeling that something had gone wrong, and quickly asked, "What did you say on the Internet?"

Zhou Zhouhang thought for a while and said, "Dong Linzhi made an announcement before, because he was unwell and had an old illness, so he had to choose to withdraw from the competition. I heard that the program team wanted to re-assign you a singer, but you refused, and you also chose Retire together." He paused, then suddenly changed the subject, "I didn't say that, Luo Tiantian and I both thought you were at a big loss! You gave up such a great friendship just because of a friendship you met on the show. The chance to become famous, oh, I'm not worth it for you..."

He couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, his mind was full of mud and blocked his thinking, the throbbing heartbeat was accompanied by the sound of gurgling hot blood hitting the eardrums.

Dong Linzhi and Zhu Zan performed a scene behind his back, in order to preserve his famous reputation.

He woke up suddenly, thinking of a sentence Ge Qiao said that night when he was drunk: "Dong Linzhi is the most sensible woman I have ever met, and she always solves problems for friends..."

A thought flashed through him, he hesitated for a while, walked to the bathroom on the seventh floor, avoided Zhou Hang, and dialed Ge Qiao's phone.

Ge Qiao laughed as soon as he picked it up: "What's the matter? It's just that I didn't eat together for lunch. I can't help it? Miss me?"

"Have you been to Haijin Town?"

"I'm here early, the meeting is almost over, it's so boring, a group of people are talking in bureaucratic language..." Ge Qiao complained, he has to go on a business trip for a meeting again today, every time he encounters this kind of short-term business trip It's very annoying, it takes hours on the road, and the content of the meeting is extremely unnutritious, it's a waste of life, but he represents the face of Hertz when he goes out, and he has to attend.

After Zhong Mingcan finished listening, he suddenly asked about something else: "Dong Linzhi retired because of an old illness?"

Ge Qiao's voice suddenly fell silent.

Zhong Mingcan continued to ask: "I chose to retire together for the sake of loyalty among my friends?"

Ge Qiao remained silent, and there was a weak breathing sound from the receiver.Even so, Zhong Mingcan still got the answer he wanted, because there was neither confusion nor surprise in Ge Qiao's silence.

Zhong Mingcan said again: "You already knew?"

Ge Qiao sighed softly. Even though it was agreed that he was not allowed to check news about himself online, this kind of thing could not be concealed forever. He did not directly admit: "Dong Linzhi has been in the entertainment industry for ten years, and her position in the entertainment industry is stronger than yours." Even if she chooses to retire, it will not affect her. But you are different, there are too many things you can make a fuss about..."

Zhong Mingcan stood in front of the sink, staring at himself in the mirror, there was no trace of anger on his usual gentle face.

Dong Linzhi and Zhu Zan came up with a perfect plan for him, which can be said to have saved everyone. In the end, Zhu Zan's show got a new gimmick. He lamented over and over again how much his idol had suffered over the years, but Zhong Mingcan not only did not get scolded, but also made a good story among the netizens.

As the instigator of this turmoil, he was deprived of the right to choose and the right to know, and became a real winner.What kind of luck is this, he was clearly the one who acted recklessly, but in the end he was protected the most thoroughly.

He should be full of gratitude.

However, a sense of emptiness and weakness preempted his entire body.The bathroom window is connected to a ventilation fan, and the sunlight breaks in through the creaking fan blades, and the shadow cast on the wall is elongated and deformed, and it also rotates silently along with it.The shadow also has no right to choose and know. Where the sun is, it will be there, and it must become what the sun tells it to become.The alluring sunlight gently caresses everything that has sound, form and spirit, and the shadow is the crystallization of sunlight intercourse with all things.

It is tough and indestructible, and it is also treacherous and changeable, but its appearance is all fake.

Ge Qiao's voice continued: "...I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would be under pressure. They all felt that there was no need to burden you. Besides, it was Zhu Zan's fault in the first place. Although I know you don't care The eyes of others, but whether the public image is good or bad can sometimes be decided in an instant, since we have the ability to maintain a good image, of course we must work hard in this regard..."

"Then am I going to gain followers again?" Zhong Mingcan asked casually pretending.

Ge Qiao stopped, and when he spoke again, he suddenly turned up the volume: "It's so interesting! Your fan club has nearly 200 million members! Wow, it's really awesome, I don't think they even posted a few Weibo , you, an idol, never take the initiative to do business..." Pause, "But maybe they're okay with it, mysticism, there's enough room for their imagination..."

While talking, Ge Qiao actually started to help Zhong Mingcan analyze the psychology of fans.

Zhong Mingcan listened for a long time, but neither refuted nor responded. He just smiled with the corners of his mouth raised, and quietly used Ge Qiao's familiar voice to fill up the sense of emptiness wandering in his body little by little.

He can see that Ge Qiao loves his career. Although Ge Qiao doesn't say anything, he always likes to complain about this and that, but Zhong Mingchan is a qualified boyfriend after all, and he is the only little roundworm in Ge Qiao's stomach. Of course he knows Ge Qiao Where does the sense of pride that Joe expresses between the lines come from.

It was because of seeing the fans follow him on board the pirate ship without any complaints, it was because of hearing what he wanted to hear from the crowd, it was because of a thorny problem that fell to dust in his hands The time is set.

His boyfriend is really strong, and he can easily lead millions of netizens to surf the Internet together.

But he couldn't understand, he didn't understand why Ge Qiao was so concerned about those strangers he had never met before, why these strangers like to speculate about other people's lives at will, and he didn't understand the paragraphs uploaded by these strangers casually Will writing affect my life, and what kind of impact it will have.

Zhong Mingcan disagreed with Ge Qiao's unconditional support as a relative.He knew that no matter how intimate he was in life, in Ge Qiao's career ideals, he could only play such a passive role, which could never be changed, which was a pity.

After listening to Ge Qiao's plausible nonsense, he suddenly said: "I want the kite from Haijin Town."

"Huh? What kite?" Ge Qiao hadn't reacted yet.

Zhong Mingcan said: "Haijin Town is famous for its kite craftsmanship. I want a handmade kite, a huge and beautiful one, the one that will turn heads once it is shown."

Ge Qiao was stunned. He didn't expect Zhong Mingcan to have such a cute hobby, but he was surprised. He asked seriously: "Okay, I'll bring it back for you. Where can I buy it?"

Zhong Mingcan arranged this hobby for himself impromptu, so in fact he didn't know where to buy it, but he decided to cheat once: "No matter, I just want it, if you don't buy it for me, you don't love me!"

The big-tailed wolf put on the skin of a little milk dog again, and Ge Qiao's overbearing and unreasonable coquettishness completely melted Ge Qiao's heart. He got hotheaded and agreed immediately: "Okay, okay, buy, buy, buy! Wait! Run all over Haijin Town and I I'll buy it back for you too!"

The phone was clearly still on, but there was no voice from Zhong Mingcan's side.

The writhing shadow on the wall shifted, just got into the mirror, and disappeared.He lowered his eyes and glanced sideways at his own shadow. After a while, when the sun moved again, it would end up like the ventilation fan.

And Zhong Mingming in the mirror was still standing there, and the ventilation fan behind him was still spinning non-stop.

It seemed that after struggling for a long time, he finally grasped something. With a sense of reality, Zhong Mingchan suddenly jumped up and said to Ge Qiao: "Okay, it's settled. When you buy it back, let's go to the square to fly a kite!" It must be big enough and beautiful enough to shock everyone in the square! Let other people’s children cry and clamor to buy the same kite as ours! Let’s be the overlord of the square once again!”