I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Huadu is a veritable bustling city.

In Huadu at night, the lights are bright and dazzling everywhere, and the sound of cars is continuous.

Cen Xiao looked at the bustling long street outside the car window, somehow feeling that the bustle was a bit dazzling.

He closed his eyes for a while, then suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes again, and said to Sun Zuoqiao on the co-pilot, "Did you bring that painting?"

Sun Zuoqiao is one of Cen Xiao's assistants. Counting this year, he has been with Cen Xiao for eight years.

Hearing the sound, he glanced at Cen Xiao, who was in a bad mood, from the rearview mirror, and said in a low voice, "Bring it, it's the framed picture you mentioned."

"En." Hearing that he had already done it, Cen Xiao responded lightly and closed his eyes in peace.

There is an important charity dinner today, during which there will also be a star auction, and the money from the auction will be used for charity.

An occasion like a charity dinner is never short of big names.

Not only is the popularity high, but it can also be set up by people. Even some Internet celebrities are willing to ask the organizer for invitations to participate at their own expense.

And with the name of "charity", the invited stars can hardly shirk it.

He usually doesn't have any treasures to collect, so he can only temporarily ask someone to buy a famous painting at a large price.

"Brother, I heard that many of the people who came today are investors and producers." Sun Zuoqiao glanced at Cen Xiao's expression, and whispered, "Mr. People have caught some black spot."

"Got it." When Cen Xiao heard Meng Zhen's name, he couldn't help frowning.

Over the years, the relationship between him and Meng Zhen has been very tense.

Even to the point where fire and water are incompatible.

Originally, Meng Zhen only thought of him as a child, and was temporarily angry, and it would be fine when the anger passed.

She didn't realize the seriousness of the matter until Cen Xiao suddenly gave up the art exam on the day of the acting department art exam.

Years of studying hard in the cold window were destroyed, and the boundless future disappeared in an instant.

But the person involved felt that it didn't matter, and even had a sense of revenge.

Only Meng Zhen was running around in a hurry.

In desperation, she could only force Cen Xiao to participate in the idol talent show and take another route.

At that time, before the trending search of #凯骁倒考# hadn’t gone down, another trending search of #凯骁参加爱豆集团令# came up.

At that time, everyone thought that Cen Xiao was drifting away. As soon as he made some achievements in acting, he gave up his studies and changed to become a traffic star.

This incident directly led to scolding of Cen Xiao on the Internet.

The Internet has a memory, and until now, people have brought up this matter from time to time to talk about it.

Some people lamented that he played a good hand of cards sparsely.

What's more, they gloated.

So Cen Xiao's reputation now is not as good as when he was a child star and worked hard in filming.

Over the years, Meng Zhen also knew that Cen Xiao blamed her for these things, and became increasingly rebellious.

For fear of provoking him again, except for some important cooperations, other daily affairs related to Cen Xiao were handed over to two clever assistants.

It can also be regarded as bringing your own students.

The mother and son rarely even saw each other.

The last time we met was last year's Mid-Autumn Festival.

Even this year's Spring Festival, Cen Xiao was unwilling to get together with Meng Zhen.

"Brother." Sun Zuoqiao glanced out the window: "It's coming soon, do you want me to explain the process again?"

"No need." Cen Xiao followed his words and opened his eyes slightly, and found that the tall building of Huadu Center Building was not far away.

It just happened to be a red light in front of him.

He was about to squint for a while, but when he closed his eyes for a moment, he caught a glimpse of a very cool wine red convertible sports car parked beside him.

The smog around the driver's seat, coupled with the darkening night, made it difficult to see the face of the owner.

The red color of the car body flashed through his eyes, Cen Xiao looked away indifferently, and closed his eyelids again.

Guessing in his heart that another dandy rich second generation is going to a charity dinner to show off his wealth and sell people, and hook up with a female celebrity by the way.

Sun Zuoqiao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, obviously saw it too, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "What a coquettish car."

The window next to him was open, and even though he had lowered his voice, the wind seemed to bring his words to the ear of the car owner like a mess.

The owner of the car suddenly turned his head and glanced at him coolly.

Looking through the lingering light smoke, Sun Zuoqiao's face froze with just one glance.

He smiled embarrassingly, and said hello: "Mr. Fu, what a coincidence."

Although Sun Zuoqiao had never met Fu Zhun before, he had heard of Fu Zhun's name.

A cutting-edge artist, young and promising, outstanding in appearance, and comprehensively developed.

Both painting and photography blossomed, and both art works and photography works were fired at sky-high prices.

This kind of strength plus appearance, even the culture of the fan circle fell on him, a fringe figure in the entertainment circle.

But most of the fans have more than enough energy, and I'm afraid they can't even afford a child's drawing or a high-resolution photo taken at random.

However, it wasn't these things that impressed Sun Zuoqiao the most.

He didn't care how powerful Fu Zhun was.

He just remembered those artists who were on the cover of "New Fashion" magazine.

No one came back without complaining about Fu Zhun, whether he was critical or had a weird temper.

What's more, they directly scolded behind their backs: "It's just a bad photographer. I don't know where he has such a big face. Sooner or later, this magazine will be finished because of him."

After these words reached Fu Zhun's ears, everyone thought that this man's cover was about to disappear.

However, Fu Zhun was very generous and did not remove his magazine cover.

It's just that I put some unretouched photos regardless of sales.

The lethality is comparable to black photos.

As a result, the sales rose amidst the star's fans scolding.

For Sun Zuoqiao, he really didn't want to offend someone like Fu Zhun.

If Cen Xiao was implicated, then he would be a sinner through the ages.

So he could only smile at Fu Zhun embarrassingly, fighting for a chance to reduce his sentence.

However, Fu Zhun just glanced at him and didn't speak.

After the red light passed, he directly drove his sports car and sped past.

It seemed that he didn't pay attention to Sun Zuoqiao's phrase "a coquettish car" at all.

Cen Xiao in the back seat heard "Mr. Fu" from Sun Zuoqiao's mouth, and froze for a moment. He wanted to see the person in the driver's seat of the sports car through the window, but he could only see the angle from the side and rear.

Before he could confirm whether that person was Fu Zhushi, the car next to him had already sped away.

Leaving them alone, the car drove slowly behind.

Seeing that the sports car had gone away, Sun Zuoqiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "I was scared to death, why is it him?"

"Who?" Cen Xiao looked up at him and repeated, "Who was that Teacher Fu just now?"

"Brother, you should go surfing with 5G more often." Sun Zuoqiao sighed, "The one just now was Mr. Fu Zhun, that "New Fashion"..."

Cen Xiao paused: "What?"

Seeing that Sun Zuoqiao was about to search Fu Zhun's encyclopedia to explain to him, Cen Xiao managed to recover and interrupted him with a headache: "I see."

Just now, Fu Zhun's car seemed to be driving in the same direction as him, which was Huadu Center Building.

It's just that the floor there is very high, so it may not be the same event as him.

Cen Xiao pursed his lips, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

Facing Fu Zhun, he always felt as if there was a layer of fog in his heart.

If time goes back a few years, the young and vigorous he might stop Fu Zhun without hesitation.

It's a pity that eight long years have passed, flowers and plants have changed, and everything has been rejuvenated. Fu Zhun should have had his own life long ago.

It's not that he doesn't know that Fu Zhun is on the hot search because he won an international award, and he also knows his current status in various circles.

The old man climbed to the top step by step, and got mixed up.

And a person like him who is running in the opposite direction and going downhill, how dare he look back at the person who is already standing on the top of the mountain.

Apart from being in awe, he didn't dare to think about anything else.

"Brother, we're at the place." After the car stopped, Sun Zuoqiao looked around and reminded: "Although the road to the door is short, you have to be careful, because there is a red carpet, and you have to take pictures. Wait." Lou has to go through the process of the red carpet and the sign-in wall again, and then it will be live broadcast.”

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao could barely retract his thoughts, nodded with his usual expression, and said lightly, "En."

Because of the unexpected encounter just now, Cen Xiao was in a mess.

It's been a long time since he searched for news related to Fu Zhun, and he was afraid that if he did a search, he would be married at a young age.

Now that they met suddenly, Cen Xiao was caught off guard.

After exhaling, Cen Xiao finally got his mood together and got out of the car slowly.

The surrounding spotlights kept flickering, but Cen Xiao walked forward without paying attention, and just glanced at a few shots in a hurry.

He didn't even stop in the middle, as if whether he could have a topic or how many shots he could have had nothing to do with him.

Sun Zuoqiao, who was looking at him from behind, was already so anxious that smoke came out of his head.

He felt that he could already foresee how the hot search would scold Cen Xiao for playing big names later.

After entering the gate, there is a small check-in office first, and there is no camera to follow.

Most artists are signed by assistants.

However, Cen Xiao walked too fast, and Sun Zuoqiao couldn't walk the red carpet with him, so he could only enter through another door.

When he came in, Cen Xiao was staring at the sign-in booklet, his eyes staring blankly.

"What's the matter, brother?" Sun Zuoqiao wiped off his sweat, and walked forward quickly: "Have you signed yet? Let me sign for you."

He was about to search for Cen Xiao's name in the brochure, when he heard Cen Xiao suddenly say, "I can't sign it."

"Ah?" Sun Zuoqiao paused, raised his head inexplicably, and said, "Why can't you sign? Did you miss our name?"

"That's not the case." The hostess lady on the opposite side smiled awkwardly, and explained with apology: "Mr. Cen Xiao's name is only due to our negligence in work, and now..."

Seeing her hesitating so much, Sun Zuoqiao didn't have the patience to listen, he just waved his hand and went to find Cen Xiao's name by himself.

It turned out that it was found on the spread page within two seconds.

"Isn't this here?" Sun Zuoqiao was overjoyed, and stretched out his index finger all the way to the end of the form.

He was about to take a pen to help Cen Xiao sign, but he paused when his fingertip touched the last signature.

Cen Xiao's signature place was fully occupied.

At first, when Cen Xiao glanced at it casually, he thought that someone wrote something wrong and accidentally wrote it to him.

However, when he took a closer look, he realized that it wasn't a fork at all.

Because there is Fu Zhun's name written there.

I don't know what evil relationship between him and Fu Zhun is at work, even the names of the sign-in places are side by side.

Just like the list of dormitories when I lived in school, Fu Zhun's row is below Cen Xiao.

And no one could figure out how the word Fu Zhun was written.

In a sign-in book that will not be circulated at all, the writing is elegant and majestic.

It is in stark contrast to the other lines of dog crawling characters.

The most outrageous thing is that he has to straddle two lines very domineeringly.

For fear that others would not see his name.

Cen Xiao's signing place was occupied by Fu Zhun and there was nothing left.

"This..." Sun Zuoqiao was also dumbfounded, "Is this Mr. Fu presbyopic and can't see the black line clearly? Can this be wrong?"

"I'm really sorry." The smile of the hostess lady became more and more awkward: "We didn't help to check carefully at that time."

Hearing this, Cen Xiao waved his hands: "I don't blame you."

The people around him just thought he was comforting the staff and didn't take it seriously.

However, Cen Xiao really felt that the staff could not be blamed for this.

Because Fu Zhun saw it on purpose.

No matter how big a herringbone is written, most of them are subconsciously written to the next line.

How could it be possible that the writing went up instead, and it was written in Cen Xiao's grid.

Unless, Fu Zhun wrote from Cen Xiao's line from the beginning.