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It was late at night, and Fu Sheng withdrew from the controversy among sand sculpture netizens. Before going to bed, he glanced at Moments and saw that Xiang Wan had posted a selfie in front of the mirror 10 minutes ago. She was sitting in the dressing room with her face in the dimly lit studio. The heavy makeup on the face was removed, and it was clean, revealing a pure and charming energy.Xiang Wan untied her hair that had been tied all day, and casually draped it over her shoulders. Her eyes were faintly tired, but her eyes were bright and eye-catching.

Xiang Wan's accompanying text is: [The overtime work is still worth it, the moon is beautiful, and the sky is full of stars and I miss my old friend. 】

I don't know if it's because she posted this circle of friends too late. Her friends are all asleep, and the social expert Xiang Wan's comment area is empty. Fu Sheng was surprised for a second, and politely told Xiang Wan A late like.

Fu Sheng glanced out of the window, the moon is really beautiful, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, there are no stars in the sky at all.

"This kid is blind to literature and art."

Fu Sheng chuckled, put away the phone and fell into a deep sleep in a blink of an eye.

Early the next morning, it wasn't the alarm clock or a dream that woke Fu Sheng up, but a call from Mr. Yang early in the morning.

"You're really going to cause trouble for me!" After picking up the phone, the other side began to criticize Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng tried to open his eyes, sat up with one hand propped on the bed, and walked to the opposite side with a sleepy voice, and Mr. Yang on the opposite side was obviously stunned for a moment.

"You're still sleeping?" Mr. Yang's voice suddenly rose, as if Fu Sheng had done something strange that she couldn't understand.

Fu Sheng glanced at the time on his phone, and confirmed that it was 47:[-], and the sky was hazy outside, and it wasn't even fully lit yet.

"Mr. Yang, good morning, what happened?" Fu Sheng asked.

"It's getting late, Fu Sheng, I'm already starting to deal with today's work, if you can save me a little worry, maybe I can still have a leisurely cup of coffee now."

After Mrs. Yang calmed down, she recovered her good demeanor. She warned Fu Sheng in her elite-class disdainful tone that if she wanted to become an elite like her, she would have to put in the same effort.

Hearing this, Fu Sheng's mind immediately recalled Mr. Yang betting with her in the past with a half-smile.

"We have to fight together for the glory of omega, don't we? I remember you saying that you are not a weak and incompetent omega." President Yang reminded her of what Fu Sheng once said.

Fu Sheng was silent for a moment, the sun was rising in the sky, the sun was trying hard to break through the clouds, bursting out with colorful splendor.

This moment is beautiful, but few people see this moment.

When the sun rises completely and shines on the earth, who will know how the first few rays of light painfully pierced through the clouds and came to the world?

Fu Sheng stood up and silently apologized to Mr. Yang in his heart.

Fu Sheng could probably guess the reason why Mr. Yang called Mr. Fu Shengxing early in the morning to inquire about the crime. When she decided to do this, she anticipated the possible turmoil that would arise later.

She is a public figure, and her every move may be scrutinized with a magnifying glass. She should try her best to keep herself clean and stay away from all possible controversial topics.

But she went to the police and implicated herself in a sex/crime case.

"Fu Sheng, you should know that people's words are terrifying. You can never imagine how malicious rumors are. You have left such a wonderful mark in your own experience. Once someone finds out in the future, I can't guarantee that What will it look like when people distort it." Mr. Yang's tone was very solemn.

"Have you been photographed before and after you went to the police station?" Mr. Yang asked.

"No." Fu Sheng answered affirmatively.

She knew that it was best for an artist not to have anything to do with the police station at any time, which was why Fu Sheng saw the police in the dark bar before, so he pulled Xiang Wan away and ran away.Once an artist is photographed getting on a police car or entering a police station, all kinds of rumors will fly everywhere, and the public is often only willing to believe explosive speculation, and dismiss the plain truth.

Fu Sheng tried his best to avoid Xiang Wan from falling into such a situation. She had always done this before, but this time, she chose to take the risk.

"I have observed that there was no one around me during that time, don't worry." Fu Sheng assured Mr. Yang.

"Is there no one around? What about the surrounding buildings? You have seen it all but there is no one?" Mr. Yang asked.

Fu Sheng couldn't answer.

Indeed, if someone in a nearby building happened to recognize Fu Sheng and took pictures of her entering and exiting the police station, she would never know.

"Little Wu, Xiao Wu," Fu Sheng slandered, "You can't even open the perspective of God, what use are you for?"

Xiao Wu: "Oh!"

"I heard that the person you reported has been detained for obscenity. If you want to retaliate against him, we have many means. I can even let him be locked up in the detention center until he dies." Mr. Yang said in a gloomy tone, "You should Discuss with me first."

This is the first time Mr. Yang has shown her fangs as a big capitalist in front of Fu Sheng. Fu Sheng knows that in this world, the resources that capital can leverage are terrifyingly large, but she did not expect that even Mr. Yang, who seems to be fighting alone, would Can challenge legal and procedural justice.

Fu Sheng pursed his lips: "I don't want him to disappear without knowing why."

"Oh?" Mr. Yang raised some interest.

"What he has done should be spread out in broad daylight for everyone to see. Those dirty deals behind him, and every node in those sinful chains, can't just be forgotten."

"You..." Mr. Yang almost laughed angrily, "Are you still a student, so jealous?"

But Fu Sheng asked back: "Shouldn't you be jealous of evil?"

"I am definitely not the only victim. Some of them are still struggling in the dark, and some may have lost their right to speak out for themselves forever. Are they all capable of avenging themselves?"

"Mr. Yang's original intention is to help omegas who are struggling in difficulties, right?" Fu Sheng asked.

This time, the silent person became Mr. Yang.

After a long time, she let out a breath slowly.

"Fu Sheng, you're such a nice guy, maybe I should hire you as a PR manager." Mr. Yang pretended to easily change the topic, and brought the topic to a joke that he didn't want to do.

She no longer questioned Fu Sheng, but she actually allowed Fu Sheng to pursue justice in her own way in a disguised form.

Fu Sheng spoke out in front of the stage, and she and her team helped her arrange everything behind. This is the responsibility of artists and managers.

"What are you going to do these days?" Mr. Yang asked.

"Lie down and scan the film." Fu Sheng paused, then added: "Study."

Mr. Yang: "...It sounds like I'm busy."

"No," Mr. Yang patted the table, "I don't worry about you being so idle."

"Fu Sheng, my sister is getting old, and I can't stand you acting around without even saying hello. I have to keep you busy so that you won't cause trouble for me every day."

I don't know if it was Fu Sheng's illusion, but she felt that Mr. Yang was much more sincere when he said this.

Sincere and vicissitudes.

"Have you got any good books recently?" Fu Sheng asked.

"A good book is hard to come by. I'm helping you read it, but don't be in a hurry." Mr. Yang went on to say, "But don't worry, I will help you pass your next play, which will be given directly to you in the future." It sets the tone of the play, and when it is in my hands, don’t even think about making those shoddy quick money.”

"However," Fu Sheng raised a realistic question: "With my current coffee position, you won't find me to play the leading role in a book you like, right?"

"Hahahahaha," Mr. Yang said with a smile, "I just want to play the leading role. I'm not too ambitious."

"I'm also thinking about it. Your previous bad movies are too deadly. A famous director will not let you go as the leading role easily."

"No matter how double-eyed you are in "The Empress", people can't completely ignore your dark history. It is normal for an actor to perform exceptionally well in a certain play. There can be many reasons. It is possible to tune/teach well, but it is not enough to make people believe that you can play stably."

Mr. Yang complained, and every sentence was fatal.

"Your personality is not enough, and you can't support it in a short time. I can only increase your exposure and see if any director is willing to give you a chance for the sake of traffic."

"Are you against variety shows?" Mr. Yang asked.

Fu Sheng: "...Mr. Yang, are you absolutely not going to let me raise my godhead?"

"Hahahahahahaha," Mr. Yang laughed, she seemed to have suddenly discovered Fu Sheng's weakness, and smiled very sincerely: "Don't worry, I won't let you appear in variety shows that sing, dance, and pose in front of the camera. I guess you don't want to either."

"As an actor, you are still a bit particular."

Fu Sheng is more than just a little particular. She has been in her world for so many years, and now no one dares to mention the variety show to Fu Sheng. Don't even think about it, it's impossible.

She stepped on Fu Sheng's status as an actor step by step, but now Fu Sheng has lost all style and has to bow her head under the eaves. No matter how much she resists in her heart, she can't help but admit that what Mr. Yang said is The fastest way right now.

It is a torment for her to let her play the leading role in a low-budget bad movie or go on a day trip to a good movie.

Fu Sheng wants to become famous quickly, she still has a lot to do, when she has enough appeal, she will be able to mobilize more resources.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, Fu Sheng gritted his teeth and nodded: "You can arrange it, I can do it."

"Okay, I'll just wait for your words." Mr. Yang hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

Fu Sheng stood where she was, with a blank expression. She imagined the scene where she was forced to lean against the door in an unknown studio, and she couldn't help getting goosebumps all over her body.

"Xiao Wu," Fu Sheng summoned her only companion, "What does Mr. Yang's last sentence mean? Has she already found a show?"

Xiao Wu: "Don't doubt the host, it's exactly what you think."

Fu Sheng seemed to be surrounded by Mr. Yang. It wasn't that she couldn't accept taking it slowly step by step, but when Mr. Yang came up to mention Fu Sheng and Yuan Shen's sad things first, she suddenly stirred up a certain kind of love that although tens of thousands of people Fu Sheng suddenly felt that there was no urgency under the agitation of my feelings for the future and the great ambition of the world.

She seemed to suddenly be unable to accept the slow progress anymore.

Fu Sheng's eyes widened in horror: "She did it on purpose!"

"She made such a big circle just to coax me into variety shows!"

Fu Sheng recalled the first time she met Mr. Yang, she and the director came out of the conference room together, among a group of alphas, the stars were all over the moon, and the worsted cotton and linen long cardigan was blown up by the wind, like a An elegant and proud swan, never bothering to give a look to those who have nothing to do with it.

Even the heroine Xiang Wan faced Mr. Yang with a trace of fear in her intimacy.

The boss in the circle is so terrifying!

The author has something to say: Xiang Wan: Let me post a selfie, only one person can see it~

Fu Sheng: Like it politely, and sleep peacefully.

PS.解锁新支线了哦~感谢在2021-05-1123:43:13~2021-05-1222:54:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 cuttlefish ball from Soshi's house;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Nanshu counts as one bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!