Feng Mang

Chapter 69: This is my lifeblood

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Because the yew is a first-class endangered plant in our country, transplanting or logging is explicitly prohibited by the state, so there is no way to call the police for the loss of the yew, and we can only rely on the company's internal manpower to investigate.

"On the night of the 3rd, the monitor was completely disabled, and it didn't return to normal until the next morning. We guessed that the thief committed the crime during this time." Er Lei said.

Wang Zhongding asked: "Have you collected the fingerprints on the monitor?"

"No fingerprints were found on the manipulators, monitoring probes, or iron doors in the monitoring room, not only no fingerprints, but no suspicious footprints. I think the perpetrators should have been coveting it for a long time and planned it carefully."

Feng Jun couldn't help but interjected: "Since he stole the tree trunk, he must have to transport it out. What about the door? Have you investigated the situation at the door?"

"The monitoring equipment at the gate was normal at the same time. It was late at night, and there were very few vehicles entering and leaving. We checked the several vehicles that appeared one by one, and found no traces of the trunk being shipped."

Feng Jun was puzzled, "Is there any other passage besides the door? There are sirens all over every wall in our company, let alone a tree trunk, it is difficult to jump out even with bare hands."

"I doubt that this tree trunk has not been shipped out yet." Er Lei said to the point.

It's a pity that Feng Jun rejected it in an instant, "Since the planning is so thorough, the issue of transportation will definitely be considered. I don't doubt that the tree trunk is still in the company. I suspect that someone inside will take care of it."

As soon as they heard that there was an "internal thief", a figure flashed in the minds of the three of them at the same time. There was no way, who made someone like to move at night and had a bad record of stealing canned food

So Er Lei told the truth again, "Could it be Han Dong?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Jun rejected him again, "A person who even packs and sends out snacks, steals such a sky-high price tree trunk, and has already run away with the money, will he stay here honestly?"

"It shouldn't be him..." Wang Zhongding also echoed, "He has no reason to steal the tree trunk. If he is really short of money or playing a prank, he can steal the watch."

The office fell into silence for a while, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing.

Wang Zhongding spoke first: "Forget it, you all go to your own business, this will be discussed later."

As soon as Feng Jun and Er Lei went out, Wang Zhongding called Han Dong.

"Come to my office."

Every time he went to see Wang Zhongding, Han Dong would do a lot of preparatory work on the way, thinking about what facial expressions are offensive, what actions are annoying, and what words are annoying... So every time Wang Zhongding sees Han Dong, he always looks like He had no serious look, didn't say hello and didn't even look at him, walked in the door and went straight to the sofa, taking it for granted.

"There will be a signing ceremony in two days, you also have to attend, prepare a decent set of clothes yourself..."

Before Wang Zhongding finished speaking, Han Dong abruptly interrupted him.

"No!"

"No, won't you buy it?"

"No money!"

"What about the living expenses that the company sent you?"

There is still the face to raise living expenses... Han Dong secretly slandered: That little money is not enough for me to buy nails! I thought I could save money by making a wooden bed, but it turned out that the tools and parts alone cost hundreds of dollars.

Wang Zhongding knew that Han Dong was serious about money, so he didn't have the same knowledge as him, and said directly: "This time the clothing is provided by the company, next time you participate in an event, you have to prepare it yourself."

Han Dong rolled his eyelids upwards, and hummed indifferently.

"Also, as for the stage name, you have to decide on your real name." Wang Zhongding said.

Han Dong couldn't accept such a mediocre name, "Why can't it be called Han Tianwang?"

"Being loud is not the same as being sensational."

"Then why can't it be called Nicholas. Tathagata? The combination of Chinese and Western cultures, multiple personalities!"

"Why don't you call it 'Nicholas. Let me go'? It has a combination of Chinese and Western cultures, as well as a collision of vulgarity and elegance, which is more individual." Wang Zhongding said.

Han Dong's strange smile started to play again, rolling on the sofa and giggling, "Nicholas. Fuck... Nicholas. Fuck... Hahaha... Nicholas. Fuck... Hahaha..."

Wang Zhongding scolded twice at first with a sullen face, but was completely defeated by Han Dong's "duck call", and ordered in a half-smile tone: "Okay, don't be endless."

Han Dong finally stopped.

Wang Zhongding returned to the topic, "I've always wanted to ask you, do you have any suggestions for your own development and positioning? Do you have a preliminary idea of your own style?"

"Can I be whatever style I want?" Han Dong asked.

"Not necessarily, it depends on your plasticity."

"There is absolutely no problem with my plasticity, it depends on whether you are willing to spend a lot of money to package it for me."

"Don't talk about it yet, just talk about your initial thoughts."

Han Dong thought for a while, and said, "I position myself as the cold type."

"High cold?"

"It's not Li Shang's contrived nobility, but the arrogance and indifference exuded from the bottom of his heart. I usually cherish my words like gold, but as soon as I open my mouth, I will faint." Han Dong said boldly .

For a person who can't find his place in real life, asking him such a profound question is simply seeking abuse. Wang Zhongding continued to the next topic, "Do you have any preferences or taboos when it comes to acting?"

"There are no taboos. I'm not as pretentious as some people. I don't accept kissing scenes, and find doubles in sex scenes. Why are there so many problems? What do you do? Do actors know? Now that you've done this, you can You must have the spirit of devotion to art! As long as they don’t like to shoot, let me shoot! The more kiss scenes and sex scenes, the better, and I won’t say anything without it.”

After reviewing the generous statement, Han Dong still felt a little regretful, did I act too sincere just now? Shouldn't it be a bit of a force to provoke him

Wang Zhongding replied to Han Dong with a cold look: You think too much.

"Is there anything else?" Wang Zhongding asked.

Han Dong laughed dryly, "No more, that's all for now."

"Cut your hair." Wang Zhongding said suddenly.

"ah?"

"Cut your pigtails and replace them with short hair."

This killed Han Dong, and immediately retorted: "No, this is my lifeline, and it must not be moved."

Wang Zhongding got up and walked towards Han Dong, "Why can't you move?"

"I'm naturally curly, and it doesn't look good with short hair." Han Dong hurriedly backed away.

Wang Zhongding still approached him, "Automatic rolls are not a problem for stylists at all, they are easy to deal with. But your braids are too eye-catching and must be cut."

"If you dare to cut it for me, I'll commit suicide on the spot!" Han Dong bluffed.

In this way, Wang Zhongding wanted to see this rare curly hair even more. As a result, he was still eight feet away from Han Dong, when he heard Han Dong scream and took out a drill from his pocket.

"I'm not kidding, if you dare to come over, I'll punch you with this!"

Wang Zhongding's face was dark, "Why are you pretending to be like this?"

Forehead? Han Dong was also taken aback for a moment, why did I bring the parts for the bed

Soon, Wang Zhongding noticed something strange again, Han Dong's three fingers were covered with Band-Aids.

"How did you do that with your hand?"

Han Dong dealt with hammers, drills, and shaving knives all day long, and his fingers would inevitably be injured, but he didn't tell the truth, but just perfunctoryly said: "How else can I do it? I can cut it with a knife."

Just as Wang Zhongding was about to step forward to investigate, the doorbell rang.

"Mr. Wang, I want you to sign."

Han Dong hurriedly took advantage of this to sneak to the door, and fled without looking back.

Back in the dormitory, Han Dong saw a pair of cut-resistant gloves for carpentry on the computer desk. Turning his head and looking out, Zhang Xinghu seldom came back since taking on the show, most of the time he was alone with Yu Ming.

The corners of Han Dong's lips curled up in an instant, seductive and smug, as if everyone in the world thought he was lovely.

"Hey, did you buy it for me?" He asked knowingly.

Yu Ming still had that indifferent look, neither admitting nor denying it.

Han Dong is crazy on his own, especially because he can't bear the incitement, and he won't be able to find anything if he gives him some sweets. He leans close to Yu Ming and keeps sticking to him, "Okay, Xiao Mingming, you have a little conscience. It seems that my buddy doesn't usually I hurt you for nothing."

Yu Ming couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you stay away from me?"

"Hahahahahahaha..."

In the evening, Wang Zhongding worked overtime, and Er Lei quietly handled chores beside him.

"Is there anyone else in the dressing room?" Wang Zhongding asked suddenly.

"The lower floor seems to be there. Yang Li's cover is in a hurry, and she's going to Taipei tomorrow."

"See how they're doing, and bring up a stylist if there's enough staff."

Er Lei nodded, and was about to go out when Wang Zhong Ding stopped him again.

"Also, try to get Han Dong here."

Er Lei looked at his watch, "It's past two o'clock, he must be asleep?"

"Just wait until he sleeps to act, he won't cooperate during the day."

"Will it wake him up?" Er Lei was a little worried.

But Wang Zhongding said firmly: "He is already asleep at this point, even if he reacts, he is still sleepwalking."

Er Lei instantly felt that what he was carrying was not a future superstar, but a giant baby.

About twenty minutes later, Han Dong and the stylist were all in place, and Wang Zhongding gave an order.

Wang Zhongding couldn't bear to look at Han Dong's dumbfounded look, but when he saw Han Dong's unsightly rabbit-tailed catalpa, he said cruelly, "Let's do it."

"Okay." The stylist asked the assistant to wash Han Dong's hair first.

Wang Zhongding saw that Han Dong didn't have the slightest sense of resistance during the whole hair washing process, so he felt relieved, left the dressing room and walked towards his office.

As a result, the doorbell rang before the chair was warmed up.

"Mr. Wang, he...he won't let us cut it." The assistant stylist looked embarrassed.

Wang Zhongding was surprised, "He's awake?"

"No."

"Since he hasn't woken up, just let him struggle and find two people to hold him down."

"It's not a struggle..." the assistant hesitated to speak.

Wang Zhongding's face darkened, "Why is that?"

The assistant said cautiously: "He...he cried."

"Crying?" Wang Zhongding didn't expect it.

The assistant nodded, "I cried so badly that we couldn't bear to do it."