"However, he made it clear that he does not want to sign a contract with us, nor does he want to develop in the entertainment industry." Er Lei said.
This point was beyond Wang Zhongding's expectation.
"Did he say why?"
Er Lei shook his head, "He didn't say anything."
In the evening, Wang Zhongding drove to Han Dong's residence again.
Last time I left in a hurry, I didn't even have time to lock the door, but there was nothing to steal. After two nights, the cheap inflatable mattress was already deflated. Clothes, daily necessities, and half-eaten snacks were scattered around the mattress... Among the pile of tatters, a storage box was particularly conspicuous.
After Wang Zhongding opened it, he found that the things inside were quite neatly arranged.
Almost all entertainment magazines are arranged according to the date of issue, from the first issue to the last issue, the books are not missing. Scrolling down, I also saw professional books on acting, and every page was marked.
Finally, Wang Zhongding took out a yellowed and old "Three Hundred Tang Poems" from the inside.
The book cover reads: "Gift from my first love girlfriend".
The age of the book can be seen from its age, and the young age of the content can be seen from the early start of love. Sure enough, some sex embryos are born.
Soon, Wang Zhongding found another magazine that had been abandoned.
This magazine has him on the cover, and the face on the cover is painted in a mess, but it is not the kind of mischievous graffiti, but various weird symbols.
At the same time, Wang Zhongding picked up a photo of Han Dong not far away, which was also painted with this virtue.
Wang Zhongding tore off the cover and put it in the bag together with Han Dong's photo.
After that, he turned on Han Dong's computer again.
Han Dong's computer is like a microcosm of the room, with all kinds of messy software and icons inside, but when he opens the folder named "Performance", the classification inside is so neat and detailed.
One of the subfolders contained hundreds of videos, all of which were movies and TV series he had participated in in the past five years, many of which were produced by Zhongding Film and Television Company, but Wang Zhongding never knew that there was a Han Dong in it.
These videos are all named in a unified way, such as 12′15″-12′17″, 47′33″-47′34″... etc. The length of time shown above is Han Dong's playing time.
For a digital control like Wang Zhongding, one can calculate Han Dong's total departure time with just a glance.
Five years—not enough time for a lead character to appear in a movie.
And this also includes one or two tricks of Han Dong's self-extension, if it is calculated according to the facts, it can really be ignored.
It's hard to imagine, how could such a neurotic bastard have such a persistent adherence to something? What is even more incomprehensible is, since he is so obsessed with acting, why did he reject the great development opportunity
Wang Zhongding opened another subfolder, which contained stills of Han Dongdang's group performances, as well as a few photos with celebrities. Slide the mouse to the bottom, and an unexpected photo jumped into Wang Zhongding's sight.
A group photo of Han Dong and Li Shang!
The two of them hooked up shoulder to shoulder at the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio. It happened that Liang Jing sent someone here to pick the leading role that day.
In the photo, Li Shang smiled so much that he was completely different from Wang Zhongding when he first met him.
Wang Zhongding also copied this photo into his hard drive.
Before leaving, Wang Zhongding also found the rope hanging on the doorknob, which was the prop that Han Dong cried and shouted to tie himself up that day. It is an ordinary hemp rope, made of several strands of hemp thread. After Han Dong tossed and tossed like this, the twine in the middle was a little loose, and something seemed to be protruding from it.
Wang Zhongding unraveled the twine with his fingers, and pulled out a note.
"My favorite Dongzi."
Obviously, this is a man's handwriting.
Wang Zhongding suddenly remembered the scene of Han Dong crying and tying himself up that night...
If no one finds out, seven days? ten days? The longest time is no more than a month, and this piece of paper is rotten inside. Fortunately, someone discovered this secret, but unfortunately, it was not Han Dong who discovered it.
After Wang Zhongding pulled out the note, he didn't put it back, but put it in his pocket.
Then, the door was locked tightly.