"I bought a standing ticket overnight and ran."
In the hotel room, Zhong Xiaofeng, who was brought back by Qin Ke from the hotel security department, said dejectedly.
He curled up in the corner of the three-seater sofa, holding the backpack in his arms tightly.
As described by bodyguard A, there are two huge dark circles under the delicate face, and it is obvious that he has suffered inhuman torture.
Qin Ke brushed his hair repeatedly, and didn't want to express any opinion on it for the time being.
In fact, without Qin Ke talking, Zhong Xiaofeng could support the whole audience by himself: "It's too scary, my God, is screenwriting such a terrible profession? When I wrote the last script, I thought it was the limit. No Thinking of "The Legend of South China" made me completely understand that I was still too young in the past."
He took a sip of water and continued to press: "Have you heard that Xinghe is going to make "Nanhua Biography" a big IP. Since I got the news, the first sentence I get up every day is to ask myself if I am worthy. Tell you I figured it out, I don't deserve it, they must have missed it."
After Qin Ke finished wiping his hair, he went into the bathroom and threw the used towel into the laundry basket. When he came out, he asked, "So you ran away?"
"Are you going to criticize me for being irresponsible? No way, I'm really under too much pressure!"
Zhong Xiaofeng pulled his hair and said, "Look at my hairline, if it goes on like this, I'm going to be bald! Really, if I know which bastard suggested Mr. Song to engage in IP, I will definitely beat him up." pause!"
"..."
Qin Ke glanced at the phone, and then said slowly, "It seems to be me."
Zhong Xiaofeng: "..."
He really didn't expect that the bastard he scolded all the way on the train was actually his best friend who had gone thousands of miles away.
It's a pity that what he said in reality couldn't be retracted, so he could only bite the bullet and ask, "Then you also meant to choose "The Legend of South China"?"
"It's not me." Qin Ke denied.
Although if the decision-making power is given to him, he will make the same choice as Song Yunran.
"That's good, it scared me to death."
Zhong Xiaofeng said, "You don't know how much I thought just now. I thought that in order to help me, you deceived Mr. Song with sweet words, not only tricked him into buying my script, but also tricked him into spending a lot of money to develop my script. I I’m thinking that’s the case, don’t you have to bear joint and several responsibilities for my running away, and almost want to buy another standing ticket to go back. Qin Ke, are you very moved after hearing this?”
Qin Ke said calmly: "It's okay."
"How can it be okay, don't you have a heart?"
Zhong Xiaofeng spoke so dryly, he picked up the water glass and took a few sips, then he was taken aback, "Ah, you are able to speak to the prince, so the news of your good relationship is not a rumor?"
Qin Ke didn't know where the rumors came from, so he could only ask back while swiping his phone: "So what?"
"You must not betray me, can you let me hide here for two days?" Zhong Xiaofeng begged, "Anyway, Xiao Song will never guess that I will come to you."
Qin Ke smiled, moved his finger, and pressed the WeChat voice to play.
In the next second, Song Yunran's voice sounded:
"Has Zhong Xiaofeng gone to look for you? Hold him steady and don't let him run away. I'm going to take an early flight to catch him!"
Zhong Xiaofeng's face turned pale: "Then I'm leaving?"
"I'll talk about it when I wake up, you can get a room first."
Qin Ke was so sleepy that he got up and opened the door to see off the guests, "Don't try to run away, I have two bodyguards, more than enough to catch you."
Zhong Xiaofeng's heart trembled.
It's over, they are a team!
After all, God still has some compassion for Zhong Xiaofeng.
Before dawn, a sudden torrential rain swept across the entire city.
The rain curtain was torn apart by the howling wind, which not only successfully delayed Song Yunran's flight, but also forced the crew of "Jianghu Road" to stop working.
It is rare for Qin Ke to have a day off.
In the morning, he finished talking with other actors about the upcoming scene, and then recited his lines alone for a while. When it was almost time, he called Zhong Xiaofeng out for dinner.
The food and beverage department of the hotel where the crew stayed was quite poor.
Qin Ke and Zhong Xiaofeng found a nearby restaurant with good reviews for lunch.
The weather is not good today, and the film and television base has lost the tourists and group performers that gathered in the past.
Most of the people who were still able to come out for activities were staff from other crews or even actors, so when the waiter told them that there was no private room for them, Qin Ke didn't care too much and chose a quiet place to sit down.
"Order whatever you want, I'll treat you." Qin Ke handed the menu to Zhong Xiaofeng.
Zhong Xiaofeng looked through the menu carefully on the surface, but in fact, he had already had thoughts in his mind.
Could it be a Hongmen banquet
He turned to think again, who said, maybe it was a meal of decapitation
Well, maybe this is life.
Zhong Xiaofeng flipped through the menu again, who told you to throw yourself into a trap and run to the prince's henchmen, finish the meal honestly, and wait to be arrested and brought to justice.
Qin Ke watched Zhong Xiaofeng flip through the menu without urging him, but just looked down at the message he just received on his phone.
Song Yunran: [Is Zhong Xiaofeng still there?]
Qin Ke: [Yes. The weather is bad, or you don't come, and I help you persuade him?]
Song Yunran sat in the VIP waiting room at the airport and yawned long.
Last night, he asked Assistant Tang to book the earliest flight overnight. In order to avoid oversleeping, he used the spirit of staying up all night as an actor in his previous life, and did not close his eyes until dawn.
As a result, I found out that the flight was delayed when I arrived at the airport. I am not sure whether I can fly today.
No matter how luxurious the waiting room is, it is just a waiting room, far less comfortable than being at home.
Song Yunran and Assistant Tang sat here for several hours, waiting for the exact flight news, and the whole person was already on the verge of going berserk.
Otherwise, just go back and forget it. Grabbing screenwriters is not what the CEO should do.
As soon as this idea arose, he saw the last message from Qin Ke.
Like a glass of ice water in summer, it touched his violently beating heart.
Looking at him, in this short sentence, even the punctuation marks reveal a filial piety that wants to share father's worries.
Song Yunran slowly calmed down: [I heard from Chen Jing that your crew is on vacation today, and it's rare to have a rest, so just forget about these things. Let the grown-ups handle the affairs of the grown-ups, and your task is to film well, understand?]
Qin Ke replied with a string of ellipses.
Song Yunran bent his eyes and smiled, there is no way, the happiness of a man is so simple.
He put down his phone, thought for a while and asked, "Has the high-speed train stopped?"
Assistant Tang has already checked: "Today, the high-speed rail tickets to that side have been sold out, and only ordinary trains are left."
Song Yunran lived two lifetimes, but never took an ordinary train.
He thought for a while, and thought that "The Legend of Nanhua" was more important, so he nodded and said, "Then ordinary trains."
Assistant Tang hesitated and said, "Mr. Song, why don't I ask the driver to take you back, and let me handle this trip on behalf of the company?"
Song Yunran disagreed: "I've wasted half a day anyway, wouldn't it be useless to stay up all night when I go back now?"
Assistant Tang: "But..."
"Stop it, where do you come from so much nonsense."
Song Yunran's attitude was firm, "You've been rambling here for a long time, what if Zhong Xiaofeng runs away again, hurry up and book the nearest ticket, we'll go to the train station!"
Assistant Tang made a mistake a while ago, and now he is in the stage of being careful.
Seeing that Song Yunran had made up his mind, he didn't dare to disobey, so he followed Song Yunran to the parking lot while booking two train tickets to the film and television base.
Half an hour later, Song Yunran squeezed into the crowd with a look of horror.
He finally knew why Assistant Tang wanted to dissuade him just now, because there are only standing tickets for this train!
At this time, he and Assistant Tang finally found a place to stay at the junction of the two carriages.
But in front of him was the air leaking car door, behind him was Assistant Tang whose glasses almost fell off, on the left was the large luggage of an unknown passenger, and on the right were a few crying children, the whole scene was chaotic.
But there is also a train attendant pushing the trolley and shouting: "Get out of the way, everyone, out of the way!"
With a "pop", Song Yunran was squeezed against the car door by the avoiding crowd.
His poor right face was pressed against the window, his eyes stared blankly at the scenery of the receding railway tracks, and he only wanted to say something in his heart.
Zhong Xiaofeng, what do you owe me here
"I don't know yet."
Zhong Xiaofeng picked up a piece of ribs with his chopsticks, and said sadly, "I can't afford the liquidated damages stipulated in the contract at all. I might be cold."
Qin Ke was not surprised at all, but asked in a deep voice, "Do you still want to write "The Legend of Nanhua"?"
Zhong Xiaofeng nodded: "Of course I do. I've been thinking about this story for a long time, and I find it interesting to write."
"Then finish it."
Qin Ke put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands with a towel, "It's a good thing that everyone has expectations for your story, not to mention that you like it very much, so there's no reason to give up halfway."
Zhong Xiaofeng said: "I can't do it, my friend. Xinghe spent so much money on "The Legend of South China", just like an actor who has just debuted and has no representatives. Suddenly a big director came over and said, 'Hi, I I want to ask you to play the leading role', who wouldn't be scared?"
Qin Ke looked at him silently.
Zhong Xiaofeng: "... Oh, isn't this you?"
He threw the bones into the plate and continued, "But we are different. When you took on "Jianghu Road", you must have the confidence to perform well, but I didn't. I was put in this position in a daze. "
Qin Ke pursed his thin lips, and found that Zhong Xiaofeng was simply frightened by Xinghe's trust.
Xinghe's actions seemed incredible to outsiders, but in his view, it was a very correct choice, but he couldn't provide evidence, and he couldn't let Zhong Xiaofeng know that your future achievements will far exceed your imagination.
Zhong Xiaofeng's self-confidence was shattered by too many film crews in his four years of university.
So even if he analyzed his strengths objectively now, he would still not believe it.
When the conversation reached a stalemate, a guest at the next table with his back turned to them slowly turned his head, took a few glances and asked, "Are you Qin Ke, an actor from Xinghe?"
Qin Ke looked over and found that the other person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
The man smiled honestly: "I used to belong to Xinghe too, and my name is Fang Zhou."
When Song Yunran arrived at the hotel, he was in an indescribable embarrassment.
But fortunately, when he went out in the morning, he took a hat and put it on his head, and lowered the brim of the hat, which could somewhat cover his ugly face.
In contrast, Assistant Tang was not so lucky.
He asked the front desk to borrow a tissue, and said while wiping the rain on the lens, "I have already notified Xiao Ke, and he will come down to pick us up right away."
Song Yunran nodded weakly, feeling very tired.
When Xiao Ke arrived at the lobby, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
He had never seen President Xiao Song and Assistant Tang look so downcast, so he couldn't help but ask, "Did something happen on the road?"
"Don't ask." Assistant Tang said, "Take us up quickly."
As soon as he got out of the elevator, Song Yunran saw two muscular bodyguards guarding a certain room door.
He finally forced a smile: "My money is really worth it. With such two bodyguards around, Qin Ke must feel particularly safe."
Xiao Ke choked for a moment, and explained: "President Xiao Song, this is actually Zhong Xiaofeng's room."
Song Yunran: "?"
After recovering, he couldn't help feeling even more emotional.
Regardless of his own safety, Qin Ke used important bodyguards to monitor Zhong Xiaofeng. It seemed that he was also worried about his father's career.
Just as he was thinking, the door to the next room opened.
Qin Ke knew that they had arrived, and originally wanted to talk about Zhong Xiaofeng's situation, but stopped when he saw Song Yunran clearly.
The Song Yunran in front of him was not at all like Mr. Song who was always in high spirits.
He was wearing the baseball cap that Qin Ke had given him before, covering his eyebrows and eyes, and the lower half of his face that was exposed had a bad complexion, which perfectly reflected the hard work of the boat.
Even the T-shirt on his body was wrinkled, as if he had just finished a fight with someone, and it was the kind of one-sided beating.
Seeing him coming out, Song Yunran quickly asked, "Does Zhong Xiaofeng still want to run?"
Assistant Tang was also very concerned about this issue, so he and Mr. Song looked over eagerly.
However, Qin Ke said: "Don't worry, Fang Zhou is trying to persuade him."
Song Yunran and Assistant Tang: "
who
Who is the Ark
Ah, that terminated artist who is suitable for acting in local dramas!
Song Yunran was shocked: "You asked Fang Zhou to persuade him? Don't you know that he has terminated his contract with Xinghe? No, I asked you to watch Zhong Xiaofeng, why did you meet Fang Zhou?"
"Dinning outside, I happened to meet."
Qin Ke came over, raised his hand and raised the brim of his hat, "You look so bad, you didn't sleep last night?"
Song Yunran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "That's right."
"Let's talk about Zhong Xiaofeng later."
Assistant Tang interjected at the right time, "Xiao Ke, I asked you to book a room in the car. First, give Mr. Song the room card and let him sleep well."
Xiao Ke replied: "The hotel has no vacancies today. If President Xiao Song doesn't mind, you can go to my room to rest."
"It's not that troublesome."
It was Qin Ke who answered. He looked at Song Yunran who was still in a state of confusion, and said slowly, "Go to my place."