Perfect Two

At that time, he didn't think of substituting.

With so many years of friendship, Lawyer Yan should try his best to handle his "funeral affairs", right?In the phone call at the memorial service, he still behaved normally.Now he suddenly changed his attitude, it's hard to guarantee that he didn't listen to something and planned to do something.

How many people now know the relationship between the little man surnamed Pan and Cheng Xirong?How many interests can there be?Who will benefit the most from the success of cutting Hu?

When Cheng Xirong thought of Feng Yi's face, his hands moved harder.Is it still a step too late?

After getting back in the car, Fu Zhou turned on the air conditioner, then took out his cell phone and said, "Try it and you'll know."

"I called him, but no one answered."

Fu Zhou lowered his head and dialed: "Another number."

Cheng Xirong was surprised: "Where are you from?"

"I saw that woman when she called, and I wrote it down by the way." Fu Zhou didn't think there was anything abnormal at all. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he glanced at Cheng Xirong and said to the phone, "Yan Lawyer, I want to ask something."

"My name is Wang Dachuan. Now it's like this. My wife is going to divorce me. How will my house be divided? She bought the house. She didn't buy it. It seems that someone gave it to her. There is no contract. I have some other materials at hand, make an appointment and I will show you."

Serious nonsense, Fu Zhou's face is so deceptive, someone who doesn't understand the truth will definitely take it seriously.Seeing him hang up the phone seriously, Cheng Xirong was a little speechless.

"Mr. Wang Dachuan?"

"Mr. Wang made an appointment with a lawyer for you."

"When?"

"See you in the CBD at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Cheng Xirong patted his bag: "Let's go, I'll treat you to the cafeteria. You can eat whatever you want from the meal card."

Fu Zhou patted the steering wheel: "Come on first."

It is enough to spare one afternoon to talk with Su Minglin.Cheng Xirong's focus was still on that piece of black jade. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he began to tense up unconsciously.Now that Feng Yi is standing in the way, Lawyer Yan must have taken advantage of him and will not follow the rules.

Even if he could meet Lawyer Yan, so what?

Cheng Xirong thought for a while, came out of the gas station, and took a photo of Moyu Pixiu with his mobile phone.When Fu Zhou turned the corner, he took a look and asked, "What are you doing?"

"If Yan is already on Feng Yi's side, we can't just rely on him. We have to find a way." Cheng Xirong looked at the photo, "Why does it look like plastic?"

Fu Zhou parked the car on the side of the road, took Mo Yu and looked at it carefully for a long time, as if he wanted to remember every notch and pattern.He took the paper box from the car and got out of the car, put the paper box on the ground, and Moyu rested on the log box.He took a few pictures with his mobile phone, and returned to the car with Mo Yu in his hand.

"I didn't bring a camera today. I can only roughly adjust the saturation... In this way, you can see."

It's not as good as the camera.But the fineness of the black jade was revealed, and the sun shone on Pixiu's head, giving off a lustrous luster.Thick texture, containing restrained essence.There is also a cluster of vigorous grass in the background, which occupies the hollow part of the picture after being blurred.The composition of the whole photo is very harmonious, and the focus is very clear, highlighting the black jade in the center.

Fu Zhou's skill as a director shows three-point strength in this picture.

Cheng Xirong was so satisfied: "Send it to me. I'll add you on WeChat."

The black steering wheel that I saw on Pan Nanxing's Weibo follower was indeed Fu Zhou.His WeChat used the same photo.Pan Nanxing used a folded-eared cat as his profile picture. After Cheng Xirong got his phone, he covered the camera and took a pure black picture, which he used as his profile picture.

Fu Zhou glanced at the phone, clicked on the preview, and asked, "Is your profile picture used to commemorate Cheng Xirong?"

"That's it."

Cheng Xirong didn't think too much about chatting, so after saving the photo, he first posted a Moments.He is full of classmates on WeChat, and there are not many people interacting with him.Browse his previous posts, such as "It's raining today", "The sky is blue and the air is good", etc. There are only a few likes and fewer comments.

Weibo is the place where he will mainly conquer next.He posted a picture of Moyu Pixiu on Weibo, with the text: "Jade as a gift from Teacher Cheng. I will cherish what he left behind and live up to his expectations."

After pondering for a while, Cheng Xirong was a little annoyed, so he simply clicked send.He is not good at choosing words and sentences.In the past, Weibo was managed by publicity. Occasionally, he posted a few daily posts by himself, which was also very casual, and he wrote whatever came to mind.

Now like this, every step of the way, even a punctuation mark must be carefully read three times.This feeling is really not cool.

After posting on Weibo, he called Xie Zhiying, asking about the progress and whether there was anything official to announce.Xie Zhiying was also someone who came out of the scene, and he could clearly feel the meaning revealed between the lines.

"Xuanfa just made a text version of the poster, why, do you want to use it?"

Cheng Xirong laughed and said, "I wonder if there will be more publicity on Weibo in the future? If so, I'll just change my avatar."

While chatting with him, Xie Zhiying logged into Weibo with a computer and found the homepage of "Nanlu".He glanced at it and was stunned.

Cheng Xirong called him twice on the phone: "Director Xie? Are you still there?"

Xie Zhiying came back to his senses, did not hold his breath, and asked in surprise: "This piece of jade...I mean the Weibo you just posted. Is that piece of Moyu the one that Cheng Xirong's lawyer mentioned?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Xie Zhiying completely understood the meaning of Cheng Xirong.He was so excited that his tone changed: "I'm going to have a meeting with the publicity and distribution department now, wait a minute, I'll leave the rest to me. Oh yes, I'll send you the text version of the poster, please pay attention to check it."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Xirong let out a breath.As a result, he just turned around and met Fu Zhou's gaze.A little...too cold. #####

22

Fu Zhou didn't look very happy, the alienation and indifference in his expression was even worse, and there was a vague sense of resistance.Cheng Xirong got the poster of "Ours" and replaced it with a Weibo avatar, then put away his phone and asked, "If you have any opinions, just say it."

Fu Zhou didn't expect to be exposed, so he turned his head and lay on the steering wheel, looking out the window.

Cheng Xirong's expression also turned cold: "Since we are currently in a cooperative relationship, there will be many things that need to be completed in the future. I don't want to spend time guessing your thoughts."

Fu Zhou sat up, took off his hat and threw it on the top of the dashboard: "Your tone of voice is too similar to Cheng Xirong, including your expression now, I thought I saw him again...but Cheng Xirong didn't It’s going to do things around the corner like this.”

Cheng Xirong didn't hold back his laugh, he was slightly sarcastic and aloof, with a look of squinting and looking down at others: "You think I'm scheming? How do you know Cheng Xirong can't? Do you know what he is like in life? Do you miss him? Being forced to this point, what will you do?"

Fu Zhou frowned: "To what extent? Who is forcing you? I always thought that your attitude towards this matter was too strange. You didn't tell me something."

It is because my spirit is too tense, and my emotions are always in a state of excitement, it is difficult for people to calm down.It's not a slip of the tongue, but my own words can indeed give people some clues.Cheng Xirong didn't want to talk about those things. He avoided Fu Zhou's gaze and lowered his voice: "There's nothing else."

Fu Zhou directly came over and pulled his arm, forcing him to turn around and look at himself: "The premise of cooperation is honesty, not unilateral use."

Cheng Xirong's heart was pounding, he struggled unsuccessfully, and became more and more impatient.When the topic came to this point, Fu Zhou refused to skip it easily.The two stalemate for a while, Cheng Xirong said in a low voice, "My heart is not feeling well, you, let me go."

Fu Zhou stared at him blankly: "Do you have a heart attack?"

Cheng Xirong clutched the clothes on his chest, his breathing became heavy, and it became difficult to speak.Fu Zhou opened his bag, threw all his clothes out, and found the medicine box: "Which one should I eat?"

When he calmed down, Cheng Xirong slammed the car door and went out.Fu Zhou chased him out.He has tall legs and long legs, and he rushed to Cheng Xirong in three or two steps, squinting his eyelids and looking at the ground below: "I didn't mean to provoke you. I didn't know you had a heart attack."

Cheng Xirong walked away from him with a gloomy face.

Fu Zhou took a step behind, directly raised his hand to wrap around Cheng Xirong's shoulder, leaned back and lifted him up.Cheng Xirong was completely dumbfounded.He used to have a height of 1.8 meters three, and his body is full of muscles. No one has ever been able to do this kind of action on him.

The feeling of being held so easily by someone was too strange, and the sudden weightlessness made him even more resentful of the weakness of this body.

Fu Zhou stuffed Cheng Xirong into the car, blocking the door like a big net, blocking the way out: "Don't get angry anymore. Calm down for a while!"

Cheng Xirong was so angry that his hands were shaking: "Stop!?"

Fu Zhou immediately changed his words: "I was wrong. No, you are sick, so you should pay attention to yourself! Why are you so easy to get angry?"

Cheng Xirong was dumbfounded: "Am I sick?"

"Isn't it just sick?" Fu Zhou repeated himself, feeling weird, and changed his words again, "I mean, you have to take care of your body. Can you stop making trouble? It's so hot outside, you'll get heatstroke again , can you bear it?"

I make a fuss...

Cheng Xirong finally understood that talking to this stick is the most annoying thing.He leaned back in the chair, clutching his chest and panting.Fu Zhou stared at him for a long time and asked, "Do you want some water?"

Cheng Xirong ignored him.He walked around to the driver's seat, picked up the bottle of water that Cheng Xirong had just given medicine, and touched Cheng Xirong's hand.Cheng Xirong didn't answer.Fu Zhou unscrewed the cap of the bottle and brought it to Cheng Xirong's mouth: "Drink some."

Cheng Xirong waved his hand and feebly slapped him away.But it seems to have calmed down.Fu Zhou sat back in the driver's seat and closed the car door.He was too anxious to get out of the car just now, and he didn't have time to close the door. The air-conditioning mixed with the heat wave outside, and the temperature gradually rose.

Fu Zhou threw the water into the back seat and started driving again.The scorching sun passed through the glass, and it was still hot on the skin.Fu Zhou picked up his hat with one hand and covered Cheng Xirong's face.Cheng Xirong was taken aback, wiped his face, holding the hat, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

This man is really... getting angry with him seems to be stingy.

Cheng Xirong pinched the brim of the hat, stroked the fuzzy fabric on it, and said slowly: "The root cause is that Feng Yi cheated. He got together with Zhou Sheng from Xingchen."

Fu Zhou was silent for 5 minutes, all he could see was his clenched teeth, and his jaw stretched out at a hard and angry angle.

Cheng Xirong asked back: "You know better than me what Zhou Sheng's status is in the industry. Tell me, now you and I are empty-handed and don't turn around to do things, what else can we do? Are you going to hand those notebooks to them?"

Fu Zhou suddenly asked, "How did he die?"

Cheng Xirong was hit on the heart by a heavy hammer, took a breath, and then said calmly: "I don't know."

Fu Zhou nodded: "If you don't say it, then I will think according to my own understanding."

"I really don't know. I don't have any proof."

"But I can't escape those people."

The silence in the carriage continued, and no one even spoke during the meal.Cheng Xirong inevitably thought of Zhou Sheng, and recalled the confrontation between them after they left Xingchen.

At first it was Zhou Sheng who wanted to renew the contract, but Cheng Xirong declined his offer to stay.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Cheng Xirong has come to this position, there is no room for improvement.He has already won enough awards, big and small. On the road of acting, he has reached the peak.He has strength, connections, funds, and just the right age. It is a good time for him to switch careers and work behind the scenes.He intends to come out and do it alone, and then he and Xingchen will stand on opposite sides.

Those scripts are the concentrated expression of contradictions.Zhou Sheng took a fancy to the commercial value of the book.Cheng Xirong wanted to be an independent producer, so naturally he refused to let it go.It took Cheng Xirong a lot of effort to receive those copies.

Zhou Sheng has gathered resources in this industry for so long, but he has never experienced this kind of embarrassment, so of course he is very angry.But when everyone walks in this environment, they always smile when they meet, maintaining the harmony on the surface.When he saw Cheng Xirong, he wanted to congratulate Cheng Xirong for getting his wish.

Now that he is "dead", it's hard to guarantee that he won't change his mind and do something.For him, it was too easy to deal with a school student with no background.

What Cheng Xirong has to do now is to make this possibility difficult and to make himself "backgrounded".At the very least, whether it's him or Feng Yi, they need to think about whether they can move before doing things.

Xie Zhiying is a line.The other one is on Su Minglin. #####

23

In previous years, the graduation project of the directing department was done during the winter vacation, and the last semester was set aside for preparation.Last year's newly appointed professor Jagged killed four students at one go, dragged them to do graduation projects more than a dozen times, and delayed graduation for a year.

This year, Su Minglin and the others were panic-stricken and started preparing ahead of time, fearing that their work would not meet the professor's liking and they would not have time to redo it.

In addition, in recent years, the school intends to introduce newcomers and new works, and it has given attractive rewards such as "excellent works selected as textbooks", which is even more exciting.It is a supreme honor that my works can be passed down in this way!This is much more exciting than getting a bonus!A lot of students are staring at this and the competition has become very fierce.

Su Minglin looks like a soft and gentle fat man, but his goal is definitely not just graduation.When Cheng Xirong followed Fu Zhou to his dormitory, he was writing a storyboard, scratching his head and sweating profusely.

Fu Zhou pulled the chair next door to Cheng Xirong, and he picked up Su Minglin's storyboard and glanced at it.Su Minglin stood up nervously, called "Brother Shi", and waited in silence.

Cheng Xirong leaned on the back of the chair and secretly observed the two people.Fu Zhou's strength as a screenwriter has already been proved by achievements, and the reputation and popularity of "Wu Zhu" cannot be ignored.But as a professional director, he has no works, and Cheng Xirong doesn't know the extent of his skills.

But judging from Su Minglin's attitude towards him, being so cautious, does he seem to be a little ink?

maybe.Su Minglin was still a student after all, with limited vision and resources.The circle that Su Minglin can come into contact with is only so big. Fu Zhou may be quite capable among the people he knows, but outside his circle, the outside world is unimaginably large.

Fu Zhou read two pages and nodded, "It's not bad, there is a little flaw, it can be corrected."

Su Minglin discussed with him: "Then I will send you a copy after I finish writing it?"

Fu Zhou responded, "En."

Su Minglin breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, thank you, senior brother! I don't know what's going on, I'm very nervous this time, and I don't have a score in my heart. I didn't do this before when I made short films!"

Fu Zhou leaned on the opposite table, crossed his arms and crossed his long legs: "It's a good thing to be nervous. The current students are too loose."

Su Minglin smiled "hehe": "Our teacher also said that counting up to five years, that is the most prosperous period of the director department. It just happened to be your year? It's a pity that you gave up such a good opportunity back then!"

Fu Zhou didn't speak, and turned to look at Cheng Xirong.Su Minglin didn't understand what he meant, so he looked over, paused for half a second, and said, "Earlier, Yiming said he couldn't find you, so he was with senior brother. You don't look very good? Don't you have heatstroke?" Bar?"

Hearing the name "He Yiming", my heart still throbs...Imagine, if I stay with him and film a movie, Pan Nanxing's body is not sure what will happen to him.It seems that blindly dodging is useless, and we still have to find a way to solve this headache.

Cheng Xirong shook his head, trying to suppress the spring breeze in his heart.Seeing that he was silent, Fu Zhou asked for him, "Are all the actors in place?"

Su Minglin looked distressed: "There are a few who need to be trained. I have a face, and I can't even make an expression. It's better to ask you to brush your face! Your image is better than theirs!"

Only then did Cheng Xirong relieve his breath, and said, "Let me try it for you."

Su Minglin looked at Fu Zhou and agreed, "Okay!"

His attitude was too casual, and he didn't take it seriously at all... In this situation, Cheng Xirong could understand Su Minglin's thoughts. He probably regarded himself as a related party, and came here specially with Fu Zhou, hoping to get acquainted.

Being underestimated is not a pleasant feeling, but Cheng Xirong is too lazy to care about it.His acting skills are enough to crush those children. When Su Minglin sees it for real, he will turn around and overthrow his current thoughts.No need to justify anything.

Cheng Xirong added: "In addition, I will invest in you. I will contact you for the equipment and shooting locations you need. Since you want to shoot, you must make it perfect, from every detail and angle."

Su Minglin was stunned.

Cheng Xirong: "But there are a few points. This film will be used for the Newcomer Awards."

Su Minglin became more and more confused: "What newcomer award?"

Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou.Fu Zhou said: "He will help you manage these things. You just need to shoot well and produce good films."

Su Minglin pinched the flesh on his face: "No, I have to digest for a while. Can the pie from the sky really hit me? Why do I feel like I'm dreaming!?"

Cheng Xirong corrected: "There is no such good thing. There are conditions. After the film wins the award, the production rights will be given to me. The honor is still yours, but the subsequent adaptation and production belong to me. Do you understand what I mean?"

Su Minglin looked back and forth between the faces of Fu Zhou and Cheng Xirong, almost turning himself dizzy.At the end, he licked his lower lip, and said in disbelief: "Is that the way to say it!? Senior brother, you guys, you're all looking for me? I'm a little drifting now..."

Fu Zhou put down his arm: "Yes or not?"

Su Minglin immediately said dog-leggedly: "Deal!"

No matter how you think about it, it is something that is very beneficial to you.Su Minglin can get a sum of money to make a film, a real film.He still has a chance to win the Newcomer Award and make his mark in the director circle.At the same time, the senior brother will give himself more guidance and help.

As for that skinny acting student... Just find him a passer-by character, and just deal with it and let it go.

Looking at Su Minglin's expression, Cheng Xirong also guessed his attitude, and asked, "How many roles are there?"

"Three."

Cheng Xirong: "Give it all to me."

Su Minglin opened his mouth, with a look of astonishment on his face: "All...you want to play all three? Isn't that appropriate?"

The role of the actor has not been decided until now, and it must not be a passerby playing soy sauce, it must be a heavy role, otherwise Su Minglin would not have been hesitant.Su Minglin didn't intend to give him any at first, but when he suddenly heard him say that, he was really surprised.

Su Minglin dug out the biography of the character: "There is also a female character!"

Cheng Xirong nodded: "Alright. But I need some cosmetic modifications, such as wigs."

Now even Fu Zhou was a little uncertain: "You can find another actor, and it's not just a moment of urgency."

Cheng Xirong let out a sigh of relief: "Then do you two need to audition for me on the spot?"

Su Minglin laughed: "Even if it's an audition, you... oh my god... this is the second bed!"

Cheng Xirong still had the biography of the character rolled up in his hand, and slowly raised his head, his eyes were a little dull and stiff, and he fell in the void in a daze.Hearing Su Minglin's words, he turned his head slightly first, his eyes caught up with him a step behind, and took a slow look at Su Minglin.

His spirit and calm demeanor were gone, and now he looked like a down-and-out young man who had been bedridden for a long time. He had been closed for too long, his thinking had become blunted, and he had lost his vigor and alertness.

Cheng Xirong opened his mouth slightly, revealing a little bit of white teeth.He turned his head slowly, and stopped when there was still a little angle between his gaze and Fu Zhou's.He squinted his eyes, then lightly raised a feeble arc, and looked over from the corner of his eye. #####

24

Fu Zhou touched his side with his hand, but when it was empty, he suddenly clenched his fists, suppressing his breath.His heart was surging, but he suppressed all fluctuations and minimized his sense of existence.

It cannot affect the actors, cannot interrupt the emotions of the actors, and cannot destroy the actors' control of the field.

But that scene, that profile, that look in the eyes, and the emotional tension shown by the person in front of him... should be remembered by the camera!That is worth the time to stop and describe every detail of him!Fu Zhou instantly drew a structural diagram in his mind, how to shoot, what technique to use, and how to render his eye scenes.

But today I didn't bring my camera with me!

Fu Zhou was so amazed by that gaze, he didn't come back to himself until Cheng Xirong stopped the show and his expression returned to normal.He later realized that he really underestimated this person.The last time I had this feeling of being stabbed in the heart was watching Cheng Xirong's performance on the set.Looking back at the same time, Cheng Xirong is full of energy, with a dazzling and dazzling aloofness, which makes people yearn for but fear the heat.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, he would be shaken by a deep and mournful gaze.Despair is specious, flowing out just right, obviously leaking out slowly, but rushing towards the face when approaching, the rendering power is particularly strong.And in that dark and lightless despair, there is also a trace of helplessness and pleading, passing by in a flash, making it hard to understand.

This guy is also very good at using his strengths.His appearance is pure and innocent, with peaceful eyebrows, making people look happy and want to get close.He only showed half of his side face, just now people had rising expectations, but he was forcibly suppressed by that sad gaze.The stronger the contrast, the more prominent the visual effect.

It's no wonder that Cheng Xirong handed over Mo Yu to him, he really has the qualifications.It is too outdated to judge qualifications by age.

Over there, Cheng Xirong looked down at another biography of a character, his eyebrows were still calm and introverted, and he said casually: "This is probably the psychology of the second bed. Some body language, I still need to check some information."

Su Minglin still maintained a stunned and shocked face, and it took him a long time to say: "The second bed is mainly an inner drama! He is paralyzed, he can just lie still! Physical performance doesn't matter! Really... Do you want to try the other two? "

Cheng Xirong put the biography of the character on his knee, raised his hand, touched his ear lightly with his fingertips, retracted his chin, and asked in a low voice, "How about this?"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyelids first, then took a quick look at Su Minglin, and then stared at the ground.

Su Minglin held his chest: "I think, I seem to have been electrocuted by you...why aren't you a girl!?"

Cheng Xirong shrugged: "I can play a girl—this one is a nurse, I don't learn how to get needles."

Su Minglin immediately promised: "You don't need to learn, you don't need to learn! We are filming, and we are not actually running a hospital!"

Fu Zhou asked from the side: "Can't needles be left on site?"

Cheng Xirong twitched his eyebrows: "That's not necessary. Since I said that the details must be perfected, I have to buy all the props that should be bought. These things can be bought at wholesalers."

Fu Zhou stared at him with more and more scrutiny in his eyes.Cheng Xirong pretended not to notice, and continued to read the biography of the third character.After half a minute, Fu Zhou looked away and said, "If you need to buy something, make a list for me."

Cheng Xirong heaved a sigh of relief, and the image of a needle appeared in his mind, and he suppressed a muffled groan.He has caught snakes and grasshoppers since he was a child, and he is not afraid of anything. He has only one weakness, which is fainting needles.He has been acting for 20 years, but he has never had any props in the same frame, probably needles.Every time before he joins the group, the assistant and agent have to take turns explaining to the prop group, and he must not be shown anything related to needles.

This can be regarded as an anecdote in the industry, and many people know it.

It seems that this time it is unavoidable... Just thinking about it, Cheng Xirong's back broke out in a layer of cold sweat, and his bloodless face turned paler.

Su Minglin is still waiting for him to play the third role.Fu Zhou touched his neck, picked up a book and fanned him: "The rest is not difficult, don't try it."

Su Minglin looked regretful: "I still want to see it in advance..."

Fu Zhou interrupted him: "The storyboard script is the key. Next, we need to find a shooting location. Time is very tight. We will meet for a meeting when we are ready."

Su Minglin estimated the progress and set a time.Cheng Xirong leaned on the back of the chair, shook his head and said, "It's too slow. I only have one month, unless you want to mess up the script timeline and shoot fly pages."

Fu Zhou disagreed: "It's his first serious film, and the actors' skills are limited."

Su Minglin gritted his teeth: "I haven't slept recently! I'll try my best to catch up! You stopped shooting after school started?"

"I accepted Xie Zhiying's drama, and I will join the group in a month."

Su Minglin widened his eyes again: "It was said before that the rookie that Director Xie took a fancy to at a glance is you!?"

Cheng Xirong acquiesced.

Su Minglin touched the sweat on his forehead: "Hey, I feel like I found a treasure!"

Fu Zhou warned him: "Don't try to be opportunistic, filming well is the right way."

Cheng Xirong squinted at him, and Fu Zhou pointedly glanced over.Looking at each other for a long time, Fu Zhou lost first, looked away, and said in a low voice, "Well, you are the icing on the cake."

You should show him your own strength earlier, maybe you can conquer him directly.Speaking of which, how likely is it that he will change from "Cheng Xirong's fanboy" to "Pan Nanxing's fanboy"?

If it can be realized, it seems to be good.

The two went out together, Cheng Xirong said: "Xie Zhiying's salary is not much, and he can get 60.00% in the early stage, which is only tens of thousands of dollars."

There is no clear division of labor between him and Fu Zhou.For one thing, Cheng Xirong himself has nothing in his hands, and when it comes down to it, he has no advantage.He absolutely demanded dominance, to be at the heart of the studio.On the other hand, Fu Zhou has such a personality that after two days together, he left Cheng Xirong to decide many things.

But in terms of funds, Cheng Xirong made it clear that he would find a way to raise money.This is the most reliable way to guarantee him as a producer, and it is his own power, which even Fu Zhou cannot shake.

Fu Zhou made a calculation: "Look at the movie with the effect you want. Tens of thousands of dollars can't be said to be enough, nor can it be said to be too much."

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "I'll think of a way."

It's useless to keep your contacts there. When necessary, you need to contact some people you knew before.Cheng Xirong analyzed everyone in his mind, and made a list of those who could be used temporarily.

When he recovered, he asked Fu Zhou blankly, "Where is this?" #####

25

The signboard of "Provincial No. 1 Civilian Hospital" is hung on the top floor and can be seen across a street.Cheng Xirong told Fu Zhou not to go any further: "We won't let us shoot places like provincial hospitals. Even if Wang He comes, it's impossible. If we want to look for them, we should still go to private hospitals."

Fu Zhou changed gears and slowly cut into the turning traffic: "Of course we don't take photos of this kind of place."

"Then what are you doing?"

Fu Zhou looked at the rearview mirror, his gaze became even more casual: "I'll give you a checkup first."

Cheng Xirong didn't understand for a moment: "To whom? What?"

After Fu Zhou turned that corner, he took the time to look back at him: "I need to know what's wrong with you. I don't have any experience."

Cheng Xirong still couldn't understand his thinking circuit.After the car drove in, he came back to his senses and asked, "You mean my heart?"

"Do you have any other problems?"

The reasoning is correct, but no matter how you hear it, it doesn't make sense... Cheng Xirong let Fu Zhou walk around in front of the inpatient department to find a parking space, and he didn't object.I really need a detailed examination to understand my body, and I need a professional doctor to tell me everything related to heart disease.

Fu Zhou was able to think of this before himself, which made him quite satisfied.

The doctor who received the consultation was a young woman in her 30s who looked capable.She took the new case book and pulled off the cap: "Name. How old is it?"

While speaking, she turned her head to look over, her gaze was fixed on Fu Zhou, and the tip of her pen paused on the case.

Cheng Xirong was no longer surprised by her reaction.Fu Zhou's looks are pretty good in his own opinion, but that's all there is to it, it's not so stunning.This is probably the difference between men's and women's aesthetics. Can these women find the more attractive shining points in Fu Zhou?That's why he was hit with one hit?

Cheng Xirong cleared his throat: "Nineteen."

The doctor looked away, and his attitude towards Cheng Xirong was much gentler: "What disease do you see?"

Fu Zhou pulled away the consultation chair, and Cheng Xirong sat in it naturally.The doctor's gaze turned to Cheng Xirong's shoulder, followed the slender fingers resting on the back of the chair, and kept looking at him—then he met Fu Zhou's indifferent and indifferent gaze, which was a little fierce.

The doctor's enthusiasm was not dispelled, on the contrary, a vague expectation arose, and his eyes glistened.Cheng Xirong was covered in goose bumps from the smile at the corner of her mouth, and his scalp was about to explode.Fu Zhou said patiently, "It's just a checkup to see his physical condition. What else should I pay attention to? Shouldn't he be too tired? What should I do if something goes wrong? Can I just take medicine?"

After filling out the basic information in the medical record, the doctor looked up at Fu Zhou: "You ask so many questions, how can I answer you?"

Fu Zhou: "Answer them one by one."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

The doctor couldn't help laughing: "You young man, you're quite funny!? Who is he to you, you care so much?"

Fu Zhou: "My boss."

The doctor looked Cheng Xirong up and down: "19-year-old boss, you young people really know how to play."

Although he has become very used to being treated like a child recently, Cheng Xirong still feels a little awkward to adapt to what the doctor said.He always felt that the doctor was looking at him and Fu Zhou with sticky eyes, as if he was hiding some purpose.

After finally coming out of the outpatient room, Cheng Xirong let out a breath and looked back at the door with lingering fear: "Don't you think this person is weird..."

Fu Zhou: "The experts don't sit in the clinic in the afternoon, that's the only way."

This is not a question of experts or not, is it?If you are not an expert, you don't need to look at people like that!Cheng Xirong felt that look was a little familiar, it was common in the past.After filming the film, when he returned to the outpatient room, he remembered it instantly.

The CP fans of myself and Feng Yi often show that expression when they meet me and Feng Yi in the same frame.

So... This doctor, where did she misunderstand her relationship with Fu Zhou?

As if Fu Zhou didn't notice anything, he answered the doctor's question honestly: "Sleeping? Not very good, I hardly slept last night, right?"

The doctor asked Fu Zhou: "Have you lived together? How long?"

Cheng Xirong tried his best to take the right to speak: "I have been suffering from insomnia recently."

The female doctor emphasized: "Sleep is very important, and we must have a good rest. Young people have great firepower, which is understandable, but it should be done in moderation. What is the most taboo for heart disease? You should know it too. If you are not in good health, you can't force it. "

Cheng Xirong: "???"

Why is the firepower and force coming?This lady's brain power is too strong, right?

Cheng Xirong almost slammed the bench and left.Fu Zhou interjected: "I don't know. What are the taboos?"

……

Seeing that Fu Zhou and the doctor had a lively chat, Cheng Xirong even exchanged WeChat IDs at the end, secretly thanking him for him.Thanks to my current sick look, I also want to gain some professional and reliable common sense.Otherwise, I would definitely not be able to bear it here, watching him jump up and down.

In the corridor, Cheng Xirong saw him walking and fiddling with WeChat, and couldn't laugh or cry.This person looks very shrewd, not such a dull person.Why didn't you notice the weirdness of that woman?

As a result, as soon as he entered the elevator, Fu Zhou rubbed his face and said in a muffled voice, "Women are too scary..."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou straightened his hair under the hat: "I really hate Ky. It didn't start today."

Cheng Xirong held back for a long time before replying, "You can do things around the corner, too?"

Fu Zhou shook the medical record in his hand, and there were several large pages densely written on it: "Effect?"

Cheng Xirong nodded: "Very good."

I don't even know what to say about this man.upright?Or slippery?It seems to have both.The most obvious one, his face is too confusing.Thinking about it this way, Pan Nanxing's face like a little white rabbit is useless.It's better for him to talk to people seriously with a straight face.

Fu Zhou handed him the medical record: "Start taking care of your body from now on. Go to bed at ten o'clock tonight."

Cheng Xirong shrugged: "If I can fall asleep."

Fu Zhou was condescending, his shallow eyes glanced, and soon moved away and landed elsewhere.His gaze has always been light, so he appears alienated and indifferent.

"You have to sleep well. Unless you want another operation."

Cheng Xirong lowered his head and flipped through the medical records, looking at the unfamiliar characters on it.Heart valve disease, heart function class I, dietary taboos... This is a field he is completely unfamiliar with, and it is also a factor beyond his control.

Also uncontrollable, there are nightmares.

When Cheng Xirong broke free again from the sweaty dream, he was suppressed by the howling despair.He was reborn after death, tense all the time, full of hatred and anger.But for the first time, Ai Ai's loneliness was magnified by the cold moonlight outside the window. #####

26

Only when people have high tides and lows can they adjust and maintain a proper rhythm.Cheng Xirong only gave himself an impassioned rise, and went all the way up.When a downturn is passively accepted, the power to fight back is especially powerful.

He was awakened by the nightmare, and also woke up his bedmate Fu Zhou.It was only after Fu Zhou touched his shoulder that he realized that his whole body was very hot.

During the day, I just listened to the doctor's advice in the hospital to avoid cold and fever.Cheng Xirong also said that it doesn't matter in summer, just keep warm in autumn and winter.In less than twelve hours, his whole body was limp between the pillows, breathing heavily and slowly.

Fu Zhou got him a thermometer and wiped his palms with alcohol.Cheng Xirong was drowsy, holding the fingers in his palm, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to sit up..."

It seems that there is such a thing, heart disease patients are more likely to have attacks at night, and their breathing is not smooth.Fu Zhou helped him up and put two pillows behind him.Cheng Xirong leaned crookedly on the head of the bed, the towel on his forehead fell off and wet a large piece of the bed sheet.

Fu Zhou patted his face: "Can you hear me? Pan Nanxing?"

no response.Cheng Xirong lowered his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and tried to breathe, his consciousness was not so clear.

Fu Zhou paused, then called out again: "Cheng Xirong?"

Cheng Xirong raised his eyelids, his eyes were loose, and his expression was blank.His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he quickly closed his eyes again, whispering: "I'm uncomfortable..."

Fu Zhou's shoulders trembled.He stroked Cheng Xirong's eyebrows with his thumb, and leaned in front of Cheng Xirong: "It will pass soon. I'll get you medicine."

Fu Zhou took the thermometer