from the star

After the matter was over, Tan Yue politely declined Shao Lirong's proposal to stay for a nap to relieve fatigue, and took Wu Dong to leave Daishan Yaju.

The car was running smoothly, and Tan Yue closed his eyes almost as soon as his head touched the back seat pillow.Wu Dong was beating drums in his heart, he hesitated for a while and asked him if he was going home.

Tan Yue opened his eyes and saw the time displayed on the clock inside the car, which was less than 10:30.He took out his cell phone and sent a text message, and he got a quick reply.He reported an address to Wu Dong, and added a sentence by the way: Mu Bian's home.

It was already late at night, and it was a bit strange to visit someone who wasn't too close to me.Wu Dong didn't ask why, he just did it.Wu Dong knew that, as far as the big name he was serving, although there were some unreasonable behaviors from time to time, it was much better than the outrageous and unlimited behavior of other stars.

At least visit people at night, or post on Weibo saying that they will collect all seven movie tickets, or take a bus to an old urban area in the early morning to be a night tour god, and so on.

"Actually, I knew this was the result. What's the point of being so stubborn before?" Tan Yue suddenly said, probably because he was facing his confidant assistant, his tone was not only tired but also annoyed and resentful.

Wu Dong guessed that he was talking about the unsuccessful attempt to reject "Tiger Fight" this time, so he comforted him: "It's different, brother Yue, if we don't fight with Hongxin, maybe we really have to act in such a vulgar book .Although it is still being used by them to some extent, at least at the story level, it will not smash our own brand."

This reassurance is very useful.Tan Yue closed his eyes and fell asleep again with a faint expression, and when he woke up, he went downstairs to Mudli's house.The Mu family also lived in a residential area no different from ordinary urban white-collar workers.Tan Yue knocked on the door of Mu's house without the guilt of nagging late at night.

Tan Yue raised his eyebrows and looked at the mottled beard on Mudli's face. The latter made a face that looked more like a big yellow dog.

"I just put my son to sleep." Mu Deli explained casually, wiped his face nonchalantly, and let Tan Yue into the room by the way.

Mudli's wife Zhang Wen smiled and served tea to the two and went back to the back room.It was also the first time for Tan Yue to visit his home. Before that, the relationship between the two was more casual than their acquaintance, although the friendship was not deep, it was not too bad.After entering the door, he was still attracted by the warm family atmosphere, and kept looking at the living room of Mu's house - there was a whole wall of photos in the living room.

"Zhang Wen is an American editor, so she likes creations regardless of the occasion and location." Mudli said casually, and there was some small boast in the reprimand.He took two steps to sit on the sofa, took the tissue paper on the coffee table, dipped some tea in the cup, then wiped his face back and forth, and said sullenly: "Tan Yue, your arrival makes the humble house radiant."

"Mu Bian, I just came down from a battlefield full of sugar-coated shells, can you not talk to me like this." Tan Yue also sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs comfortably, his eyes still fixed on the photo wall.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mudli apologized not very sincerely, and then asked: "It seems that Hongxin really gave you a grand banquet?"

"Yes, Daishan Yaju. Let's talk about cooperating with each other." Tan Yue didn't want to say more, then changed the subject and asked: "You just said that you are investigating the cause of Qingyuan's death recently."

Knowing that he couldn't hold back, Mudli would ask, so he didn't hide it: "I contacted Qingyuan's father Ling Mu two days ago, of course I came here to inform about my son, and secondly, I wanted to ask Does he know something inside?"

"Ling Mu, is it really him?" Hearing the name, Tan Yue repeated it mechanically. If it wasn't the same name and surname, he had heard of a quite famous mausoleum.

"Yes, that's him." Mudli seemed to have guessed the answer in his mind, and he continued without waiting for Tan Yue's exit: "This father asked his assistant to pass on his answer to me. It's official like a year-end summary. : When I heard the news, my heart ached."

"Wait..." Tan Yue seemed to be thinking about something, and sighed for a long time: "It seems... Qingyuan's father is really Mr. Ling, the famous industrialist. And Qingyuan has been working part-time since college to make movies Saving money, he even used his mother’s inheritance. In the next few films, he looked for investment everywhere, and there was one person who insisted, but he was willing to bow his head and beg for filming funds.”

"Speaking of persistence, the first thing for him is the movie. For this, everything else can be compromised. You know, the movie itself is all his dreams and sustenance."

"And his father is Ling Mu." Tan Yue said it again, rather than questioning it, it would be better to say it was a sigh.

"Because Ling Mu and Ms. Qin Yin had already divided their property when they divorced, Ling Mu's overseas gold panning and industrial wealth assets have nothing to do with their mother and child." Mudli explained: "If the investment is not in place At that time, Qingyuan begged many people, but he never reached out to his father for a penny."

Tan Yue waved his hand to signal him to continue.

"Last time I mentioned to you that he used all his savings and the sponsorship of his friends to make "Passing Water", and "Lonicera" was the friendly support of Mr. Xie Weize. The next three films are "Island" and "Inviolence" And "Soul Comes Back", both received funds from the same investor, totaling at least 700 million."

"Tan Yue, this is also the data I calculated recently: before the production of "The Return of the Soul" was completed and before it was released, Qingyuan was in debt of at least 2000 million."

"The box office of "Island" and "Inviolate"..." Tan Yue murmured to himself.Regarding his current net worth, the salary for a single episode can reach hundreds of thousands, and a starring movie can also bring him a seven-figure salary.But he knows what it means to be in debt of 2000 million for a director with small productions of less than [-] million.

"In the case of poor box office, this mysterious investor still supports Qingyuan regardless of return, which is really puzzling. What is even more puzzling is that the funds for "Xiao Duoduo" were already in place, and later Sudden withdrawal of funds for unknown reasons.”

"Sudden?"

"The contract had already been signed, but the investor suddenly went back on his word. The crew disbanded."

"Are you going to enter the vicious circle of circular argument again?" Tan Yue said.

"No." Mudli signaled him to be calm:

"I have nothing to do in the past two days, and I am collecting information about Mr. Ling Mu. I accidentally discovered that he made a will in early June and announced it to the public, and it was published on the Washington Post in the United States." Mudli I went to the study room and took a look around, took out a tablet, and called up the electronic newspapers and periodicals of that day for Tan Yue to read.

The founders of large Western companies and well-known entrepreneurs and investors all have the habit of making public medical orders, not only to avoid accidents and property disputes behind them, but also to allow the public to supervise the distribution of estates.It seems that Mr. Ling Mu, who has become a foreign nationality, is no exception.

"The timing is really a coincidence. Or I was suspicious," Mudli said quietly: "A few days after the announcement of the will, the investors of "Little Duoduo" withdrew their capital, and a few days after the withdrawal, something happened to Qingyuan .”

Tan Yue repeatedly read the news on the tablet. Ling Mu said that he would divide his financial assets and investment into three shares after his death.As for business empires and industries in China, the person who can be appointed as the president is not limited to the family.

"Editor Mu, what you said is probably an omission. Investors have supported Qingyuan for a long time, so how could it be related to Ling Mu's recent public will? If someone harmed him because of the will, why bother?" Pay him back for a long time to make a movie?"

"But have you ever thought that the harm caused to Qingyuan by the disbandment of the production team due to the sudden withdrawal of funds just constituted his 'suicide motive'." What kind of media are the invisible hype trends?"

Tan Yue paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "The Xingfengshang Channel has reported on this matter, entertainment tabloids may also have it, and of course there are social platforms."

"Yes." Mudli affirmed: "In fact, the news on several portal websites was only released after being heated up on BBS such as Haitian, let alone Weibo. Did you notice that? Who is the major shareholder of Dynamic Hexing Fashion?"

Tan Yue's lips moved, and silently spit out the word Hongxin.

Tan Yue shook his head in self-denial and asked again: "But why? Suppose Hongxin did all of this - deliberately spreading rumors of his suicide, disguising the truth of his death, and even killing him... Why did Hongxin want to get along with him? Can Qingyuan make it through?"

"The contradictions on the surface that I know are nothing more than the rejection of Hongxin's offer to sign a contract after "Lonicera" Qing Yuan was shortlisted for the Olympic Award."

"Tan Yue. I don't know Hongxin's background, just like no official organization or private person can reveal the net worth of Mr. Ling Mu." Mudli looked at him very seriously, his face was not wiped clean Even if the signature pen and ink were as funny as a cat's whiskers, it didn't hinder his extremely serious expression at the moment.

"I also have a guess. There is no evidence and no evidence. It is purely fictional. Let me tell you, and forget it after hearing it."

Tan Yue made a cooperative expression on the opposite side, and Mudli just said slowly: "If... the money to support him to finish the three films starting from "Island" is all a scam...for example, black money. "

Tan Yue was surprised, for a moment he felt colder than ever from inside to outside.

"Do you know what you're talking about. That's Qingyuan, he's so clean..."

"I know." Mudli looked at Tan Yue who stood up, and turned the tea mug in his hand expressionlessly: "I just connected some things together... The money that has been anonymously supporting the filming for a long time suddenly withdraws, It happened that Mr. Ling Mu made a public will. Qing Yuan died strangely in Daixi Reservoir, and the nearest inhabited place, Daishan Yaju, was inseparable from Hongxin Group.

"Also, why his death was rumored to be a suicide? In addition to covering up the real motive of the homicide, it is also because suicide is an act of self-injury, which cannot be paid for insurance, and is even severely condemned in the Western religious world. Don't forget, Ling Where is Mr. Mu and where is the will?"

"Because it is Qingyuan, he is smart and serious. He has decided that movies are his pursuit in this life, and he has no time to distract himself from everything else. He doesn't have so many eyes, maybe he has an aperture, that's true." Mudli sighed He took a deep breath and stood up, pressing Tan Yue's shoulders to let him sit back in the chair: "I mean, he may be completely kept in the dark about all this..."

Tan Yue still hadn't recovered his voice, and he said without any ups and downs: "The screenwriter's imagination is rich... Don't you think it's better to say it's whimsical than pure speculation."

Mudli spread his hands: "I said it, you just listen to it, forget it. If you think it's a fantasy, I have nothing to say."

"The matter is too complicated and confusing." Tan Yue jumped out suddenly: "It is not clear what the relationship between the Shao family and the Ling family is, and I don't know what entanglement they have with Qingyuan."

"And I will... just have a cooperation with them."

Mudli shook his head like a spinning top, as if he wanted to get rid of the entanglement of this fog: "I've said everything I need to say. It's still the same sentence, you'd better not believe it, you'd better not do anything."

"You are always full of contradictions." Tan Yue looked at Mudli attentively, with a slight dissatisfaction in his calm: "Tell me repeatedly, and then tell me not to do anything."

"You are not the only one who does your part. You have no reason to stop me from doing anything for him." Unrestrained words gushed out like sea water. Tan Yue knew that the deceased had passed away, and it was undoubtedly a shame to say such words. Stab a knife in the heart of the living.

"You are right, you are the one who has the most ground to blame me."

"What's the use of blaming... Can you make him look back, can you make him come back?" Tan Yue had nowhere to rest his gaze, so he raised his head and cast it on the hanging lamp on the ceiling.He felt that it was because he was too tired today, and his whole state was quite wrong.Being busy hollows out a person and nothing can fill the hole.

Tan Yue then shook his head and stood up.He felt a little unspeculative, he didn't want to show his personal feelings too much, and it was time to leave both inside and outside the words.

"Wait a minute, I have something for you." Mudli stopped Tan Yue who was about to leave, and walked to the front of the photo wall by himself.Tan Yue's puzzled gaze followed him all the time, and his feet moved involuntarily.

"Look at you being so fascinated just now, it probably wasn't because you were admiring my wedding photo. I'm sorry, but I definitely can't give this." Mudli played a nonsensical joke, completely ignoring Tan Yue's low pressure, and his hands were busy. Looking for something in the densely stacked photos like fallen leaves.

Tan Yue didn't speak, he didn't appreciate the enlarged wedding photo posted in the center of the wall at all, probably because it was taken in front of the flower wall in the banquet hall, besides the couple, there were best man and bridesmaid.

It seems that the best man is really a close friend of the family, and he appears in many photos - Needless to say, the work photos on the set, and even a group photo of him playing with Mu's kid on a wooden horse...

"Here, I found it." Mudli took off a photo, removed the glue on the back N times, and handed it to the dazed Tan Yue: "I guess you may not have this photo, a rare group photo."

Tan Yue took it wordlessly, and was immediately stunned, not even listening to the last half of Mudli's still teasing "If you want to, you can block me, I have no objection".

It was a picture of them in college.Conventionally, the film school requires that the graduation project of the directing students is to direct a work, a drama, a stage play or a movie.Of course Ling Qingyuan and Mu Deli were no exception.

The script Ling Qingyuan chose was a novel called "The Drum", which was adapted into a form similar to a drama and rehearsed in the school auditorium. As for the actors, of course they were students from the lower grades... especially from the acting department.

This photo is a group photo of the "crew" at that time, all the "main creators" and "actors" are in it, there are a lot of people, and the photo space seems very cramped.Naturally, in the middle was the director who was surrounded by everyone. Even though his face was only as big as a sesame seed, Tan Yue could clearly see his introverted or melancholy, almost signature smile.

"The teacher in charge of the video in the auditorium took the photo. Later, I asked him for the film and developed an extra sheet."

Tan Yue didn't look for himself in the crowd, although he could see the prominent position at a glance.But he knew that he was absent-minded at the time, and his eyes were not looking at the camera.

Tan Yue still looked at the photo, but took a deep breath, and his voice was a little unsteady: "Editor Mu, I want to be his starring role again. "Xiao Duoduo" is a children's film I can invest in, but I can't play the leading role. Fortunately, He still has a posthumous work, please come out of another play. I am still willing to vote, the only condition is to give me the male lead."