Chen Wang led the bodyguards to rescue 2 people from the elevator shaft. When Zhuang Baihua got to the ground, he found that there were also firefighters and police officers rescuing them. It was strange that all kinds of professional tools were used just now.
This small cinema is owned by Tang Feng. He originally wanted to invest and run it himself, but he didn't expect to use it to imprison Zhuang Baihua first.
He is a movie star and has easy access to major cinemas. He took advantage of this opportunity to bring Zhuang Baihua here, completely disregarding Zhuang Baihua's status and position. He was extremely audacious.
There were several of Tang Feng's lackeys in the theater, and they were arrested by Chen Wang and his men. Zhuang Baihua was still a little slow, and he walked slowly to the side of the police, pointing at Tang Feng and said, "Comrade police, he kidnapped me."
Tang Feng's face is so popular that even the police have seen the movies he starred in. The movie star kidnapping the president is just a trivial matter and needs to be thoroughly investigated.
Later, this incident alarmed many people, and almost all of Tang Feng's connections and the agency's staff went out to try to save Tang Feng from Zhuang Baihua.
Zhuang Baihua was sent to the hospital for a thorough checkup, and after it was confirmed that there were no sequelae, he rested at home for a few days.
Zhuang Baihua was considering how to deal with Tang Feng.
With his current status and power, he could help Tang Feng turn things around, or even make sure he never had any roles to play again.
But Zhuang Baihua is the original owner.
A madman is still a madman after leaving the entertainment industry, and without public supervision, Tang Feng's illness will become even more serious.
Zhuang Baihua did what he could to put Tang Feng under control, and said that Tang Feng would eventually stop causing trouble. As a former community director, he never gave up no matter what troubles he encountered.
When facing the masses, there is no concept of trouble.
He thought about it for a long time and finally came up with a solution.
Mental illness needs to be treated with mental medicine, and mental illness needs to be treated by a psychologist.
Zhuang Baihua asked Chen Wang to find the best psychiatrist in the city. Secretary Chen lived up to the trust and invited a female doctor. This doctor, who was in her teens, was a doctor who had studied abroad and had fought on the front line of psychological medicine and published many cutting-edge articles.
The doctor's surname was Zhao. Dr. Zhao was invited to the office of President Zhuang's. After Dr. Zhao came in, he observed Zhuang Baihua and was a little confused. The president seemed to be fine.
However, people in high positions are generally under too much pressure and have some degree of mental sub-health. Just as Dr. Zhao was about to ask about Zhuang Baihua's mental condition, Zhuang Baihua asked a question first.
"Excuse me, is Dr. Zhao a party member?"
Doctor Zhao was stunned, then nodded subconsciously: "I joined the party in college, and then was sent abroad on a government mission."
Zhuang Baihua was very satisfied and said, "I need you to help me treat a person with psychological problems and correct his work style."
Tang Feng had been to the police station before, and everyone in the company went out to rescue him. The media got wind of the situation, and all kinds of speculation and rumors were flying around on the Internet.
Tang Feng has always presented a positive image in the entertainment industry. No matter what the truth of this incident is, it has damaged his image.
But he didn't seem to.
After he came out of the police station, all he kept thinking about was what Zhuang Baihua said that day.
Zhuang Baihua said that he only cared about himself and pursued perfection.
It must be admitted that Zhuang Baihua touched the deepest and most hidden place in his heart, exposing his subconscious mind in broad daylight.
But Tang Feng felt something was wrong. It was exactly as Zhuang Baihua said. He wanted to refute it but didn't know how. He just felt sad when he thought of Zhuang Baihua.
It's never been like this before.
The economic company asked Tang Feng to stay at home for the time being and not to show up in public for the time being. When Tang Feng's family looked at the photos taken before, they found them more and more pleasing to the eye and were very satisfied.
Just when he was feeling bored, some people suddenly broke into his house and grabbed him with a word.
Tang Feng was confused and was about to resist when he heard those people say, "Boss Zhuang, please ask Mr. Tang to come over."
Tang Feng immediately became mature, and was even secretly happy in his heart, because he knew what Zhuang Baihua was going to do to him. He didn't mind being handcuffed by Zhuang Baihua, and even looked forward to Zhuang Baihua's revenge.
Those people made Tang Feng wear a mask and a hat, wrapped him up tightly, leaving only his eyes exposed, and then took him to a park.
Tang Feng looked at Zhuang Baihua in confusion, who was sitting on a park bench with a woman standing next to him.
Zhuang Baihua had a stern face, but the woman was not smiling.
Tang Feng looked at the woman with joy. Instead, the woman became even friendlier, kinder, with gentle eyes.
Zhuang Baihua asked his subordinate to hand Tang Feng a mobile phone and said, "It's a new model with multiple cameras. It's great for taking photos and videos."
Tang Feng knew Zhuang Baihua's intention, so he couldn't stop him from smiling—even though his smile was hidden by the mask.
"Is this a gift from you? I'm very happy."
Zhuang Baihua glanced at him and said, "Go ahead, take a picture."
Tang Feng didn't understand what he meant and looked at him questioningly.
Zhuang Baihua calmly explained: "Before, only one person took photos of you. In the next few days, you have to take photos of all the people in this park."
Tang Feng laughed: "Why would I do this? Am I crazy?"
Zhuang Baihua thought, are you sure you are crazy or not? He said, "The scope is limited to this park. You can take as many photos as you want with your phone." He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. "The time will be until the sun sets. Then we will export the photos you took and see how they are and review them together."
Zhuang Baihua explained in detail, and Tang Feng gradually began to laugh. He asked, "Why should I do this?" He raised his leg and tried to move it, but the bodyguards next to him immediately surrounded him.
"I've talked to your agency, and they've completely handed you over to me. Anyway, you don't have any announcements in the near future, so just stay here and take photos. You can go anywhere you want."
This was the first time that Zhuang Baihua was so tough. He raised his chin slightly, and his attitude was arrogant, like a king giving orders: "Do you like taking pictures? I'll let you take as many pictures as you want."
Tang Feng looked at him, thinking of the day when he was sitting in the cinema chair, his whole body weak but his eyes always firm, and he began to feel a little distracted.
Tang Feng turned his head to hide his hesitation and said nonchalantly: "It's just a waste of time anyway."
Zhuang Baihua did not force him and let him walk around in the park.
The people coming and going in the park during the day tended to be older, and Tang Feng was wearing a mask and a hat, so no one recognized him.
At first he didn't take Zhuang Baihua's request seriously. He just took his cell phone and strolled along the path.
Zhuang Baihua took the opportunity to communicate with Dr. Zhao beside him.
"Mr. Tang's situation is that he is too focused on his own performance. He has high hopes and is eager to achieve success, but his career has been frustrated, which makes him feel depressed. So in order to relieve this emotion, he spontaneously fantasizes about a perfect boy. At the same time, he cannot give up evaluating himself, and uses evaluating photos to achieve his goal."
Doctor Zhao took out his notebook and took notes while analyzing Tang Feng's psychology with Zhuang Baihua.
Zhuang Baihua nodded, indicating that he understood: "To put it bluntly, it's narcissism."
Doctor Zhao: "… It's a kind of self-anxiety, with a little bit of fetishism."
It turns out that both the heart and the brain are sick.
Tang Feng had already disappeared. Zhuang Baihua said solemnly, "I hope that after these few days, he can adjust and become completely normal. At least he won't harass other people anymore."
Tang Feng got bored after wandering around the park for an hour or so. He found a place to sit down and played with his phone unconsciously.
When he came to his senses, he was shocked and grabbed his phone, feeling confused. It was impossible for him to do as Zhuang Baihua said, but he could not leave and was very bored.
Suddenly, Tang Feng had an idea. Since it was a photo shoot, there was no rule that he had to take pictures of other people. He could just continue taking pictures of himself.
Tang Feng raised his phone, switched to the front camera, and made a "yeah" gesture to the camera.
As soon as the sun set, the bodyguards automatically appeared beside Tang Feng, probably following him secretly.
Zhuang Baihua booked a meeting room in the hotel as a treatment room. The bodyguard brought Tang Feng there. Zhuang Baihua asked someone to export the photos from his mobile phone and play them on the projector.
They are all selfies of Tang Feng.
After Zhuang Baihua and Dr. Zhao admired all the photos, Tang Feng smiled conceitedly: "I look very handsome, right?"
Zhuang Baihua didn't say anything and handed everything over to Doctor Zhao.
Doctor Zhao smiled and said to Tang Feng, "Mr. Tang is indeed handsome and has a high opinion of himself. After getting the phone, his first choice was to take a picture of himself."
Tang Feng is a fool. He has already seen through Dr. Zhao's identity. He feels offended, but he will not throw a tantrum like a madman. He can choose non-violent cooperation.
Tang Feng smiled, as gentle as usual, but his eyes were cold.
Doctor Zhao was even more good-tempered, chatting freely with Tang Feng, and never backed off even when Tang Feng was repulsive.
Zhuang Baihua was almost falling asleep while listening, and Dr. Zhao finally announced that the treatment for today was over and would continue tomorrow.
So, the next day, Tang Feng was still caught by Zhuang Baihua and taken to the park, and the task was the same, taking pictures with a mobile phone.
At first, Tang Feng continued taking selfies, but after taking so many, he started to be picky when looking at the photos of himself in the album.
He thought this place was good, that place was okay, and he really wanted Zhuang Baihua to take a picture for him, which would definitely suit his aesthetic taste, but Zhuang Baihua would definitely not agree.
Tang Feng suddenly had an idea again and came up with another clever idea.
He walked in front of Zhuang Baihua, pointed the camera at Zhuang Baihua's face, and started taking pictures crazily.
As long as it's someone in the park, it's fine. There's no need to say it has to be Zhuang Baihua.
Zhuang Baihua sat steadily and quietly, letting him take pictures.
The next day, the projection screen was filled with images of Zhuang Baihua.
Doctor Zhao commented: "Mr. Tang is very good at taking portraits. He can capture the spirit of the characters very well. Mr. Zhuang in the photo is very charming."
Tang Feng pursed his lips as if someone had seen through his inner thoughts, and didn't say much this time.
On the second day, Tang Feng took some photos of Zhuang Baihua, and then walked around the park. Gradually, he couldn't hold it in and took some photos of the flowers and plants with his mobile phone.
Later, Tang Feng gave up and started taking portraits.
People walking, dancing, playing chess, exercising, and sanitation workers cleaning in the park have all become his subjects.
There were more and more photos in that phone, with all kinds of people and from different angles, and the content of the photos became richer and richer.
Tang Feng began to find fun and was very excited, but Zhuang Baihua was a little bored.
He accompanied Tang Feng in his treatment every day, and also sent people to cover up Tang Feng's whereabouts. After all, Tang Feng was a movie emperor, and many fans had heard clues and started to take action.
He could only bring his work to the park. When the old men and women in the park saw Zhuang Baihua sitting on a bench with his laptop, they were worried about his health: "Is selling houses so hard?"
Fortunately, there is Chi Yue.
Chi Yue has always been brooding over the incident in which Zhuang Baihua was robbed while watching a movie, and is full of hostility towards Tang Feng. He is worried that Tang Feng will do something weird again, so whenever he has time, he runs to the park, sits next to Zhuang Baihua, and stares at Tang Feng gloomily.
In fact, according to Chi Yue's idea, Tang Feng was beyond saving. Instead of treating him, he could just be thrown into the lake.
Zhuang Baihua felt that Chi Yue's personality had become a little gloomy. Sure enough, the kidnapping and psychological abnormality plots in the book would affect the growth of children. Next time, he would find a chance to take him out to play and relax. It would be better for the little white flower to be bright and cheerful.
Tang Feng was absorbed in taking pictures and stopped doing anything else. Chi Yue bought some snacks when she had time and came over to kill time while accompanying Zhuang Baihua to work.
Seeing that he ate a lot but was still so thin, Zhuang Baihua asked him, "Do you have enough money?"
Chi Yue bought a lot of snacks of various kinds, piled on the bench. He could finish them in a short while. It seemed that he spent a lot of money.
Chi Yue put the potato chips into her mouth, chewed them with a crunching sound, and said, "It's OK. The internship salary is enough for me. I don't spend it now anyway. It will be gone in a flash."
Zhuang Baihua was stunned and asked, "Why is it gone?"
Chi Yue lowered his eyes, ate another piece, and said, "Someone will take it away."
Zhuang Baihua immediately understood that it must be Chi Yue's family who did it. Most of the money Chi Yue earned from working hard outside was probably taken away by her family.
Zhuang Baihua was in a complicated mood and wanted to ask his family if they would leave some for him. But as usual, Chi Yue was not willing to talk more. He took out a potato chip from the bag and handed it to Zhuang Baihua's mouth with a smile on his face.
"eat."
Chi Yue has been smiling a lot during this period. Now her smile is like the clouds clearing up and the sun shining, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Zhuang Baihua was amazed by his smile and subconsciously opened his mouth, and the potato chip slid into his mouth.
Zhuang Baihua himself likes to eat healthy puffed food. After taking a bite of the potato chips, he thought they were pretty good, so he simply sat side by side with Chi Yue to eat.
Tang Feng, who was taking photos as requested, passed by and saw this scene. His teeth almost got sore.
Before, whenever Zhuang Baihua handed him tea, he would drink it. But why did he eat the potato chips that Chi Yue fed him
Zhuang Baihua was chewing potato chips when he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and said to Dr. Zhao next to him, "Doctor Zhao, let's have some snacks together."
Doctor Zhao was very touched. She had been a background figure next to him for a long time, and he finally remembered her. Then she saw Chi Yue put away her smile and looked at her with a stern face.
Doctor Zhao: “… It’s in use. Thank you, Mr. Zhuang.”
As a psychologist, it's easy for me to understand what these people are thinking.
After staying in the park for a long time, the old men and women became familiar with them. Zhuang Baihua felt itchy, so he took off his suit jacket, put on his shirt and practiced Tai Chi with the others.
Zhuang Baihua felt that practicing was still useful. Last time, he was drugged and had no strength in his body. He had to rely on Tai Chi to push Tang Feng away.
Zhuang Baihua himself has a relatively calm temperament. At this moment, he followed the old men and women in performing some Tai Chi postures smoothly and with a good balance of tension and relaxation.
When still, it is like a pine tree; when moving, it is like the wind. It looks methodical, yet it is carefree and relaxed in real life.
I never thought that someone could perform the 20-posture Tai Chi boxing, an elective physical education course in college, in such a pleasing way.
Chi Yue sat aside, eating snacks while looking at Zhuang Baihua, his eyes darting everywhere and finally falling on that flexible waist.
As Zhuang Baihua moved, his waist, wrapped in the shirt, twisted, forming a beautiful curve.
It goes well with rice and you won’t get tired of looking at it.
Tang Feng came from another place in the park and saw Zhuang Baihua practicing Tai Chi.
When he thought of the day when he was caught off guard by Zhuang Baihua's Wild Horse Parting Its Manes and White Crane Spreading Its Wings, his face darkened.
Tang Feng stood awkwardly by and watched for a while. He had to say that Zhuang Baihua's posture was on point and his movements were beautiful, which was very pleasing to the eye.
As he watched, he couldn't help but pick up his phone to take a photo of Zhuang Baihua. Later, he felt that it was not enough and just started recording a video.
Tang Feng looked at Zhuang Baihua through the camera and actually felt that the world on the phone screen had become brighter.
Zhuang Baihua exercised with a group of elderly men and women. The whole team was well-organized, showing a vibrant vitality and a calm demeanor.
It was the first time that Tang Feng felt so comfortable. He felt that the world was vast and the sky was sky high, and he was filled with lofty sentiments.
He was happily filming the video when he suddenly felt a friendly gaze. He tilted his head slightly and saw Chi Yue sitting on a park bench staring at him.
Tang Feng thought, what? Are you comparing who has bigger eyes? And then he just stared at her.
The two men glared at each other across the Tai Chi team, waiting for who would admit defeat. In the end, Tang Feng, with tears in his eyes, had to give in.
Chi Yue also went to the daily summary meeting this time. The video shot by Tang Feng was playing on the projector. This was the first time that Tang Feng used a mobile phone to record a video. Tang Feng was not a director but a cameraman, but he had shot a lot of movies and had a natural sensitivity to color and composition. The short films he shot had the right angles and appropriate distances, and the characters seemed to be more handsome.
Dr. Zhao praised the video highly. She said: "The work of art can reflect a person's inner heart. To be able to shoot such a bright and beautiful picture shows that Mr. Tang must be full of light in his heart now."
Tang Feng was embarrassed for once. He raised his hand to cover his mouth, coughed, and said, "Dr. Zhao, you are too kind."
After the summary meeting, Dr. Zhao walked over to Zhuang Baihua and wanted to talk to him alone.
Zhuang Baihua motioned Chi Yue to wait and go aside with the doctor.
"I think Mr. Tang's condition has improved a lot. He has begun to focus on people and things, which can effectively reduce his self-anxiety."
Zhuang Baihua was very relieved to hear this. Finally, he didn't have to accompany Tang Feng anymore. As a result, Doctor Zhao changed the subject and continued, "However, this improvement must be stable. It will help Mr. Tang find a new goal. Otherwise, it will be easy for his condition to decline."
Doctor Zhao paused and said, "Especially Mr. Tang has a special job."
It's easy for an actor to get into a role and once he's lost in his own emotions, Tang Feng would probably want to find someone to take a picture of him again.
Zhuang Baihua sighed and said, "I understand."
After he finished talking to Doctor Zhao, when he came out, he found Chi Yue waiting alone, with Tang Feng standing beside him.
You two looked at each other, trying to see whose gaze was colder.
Zhuang Baihua walked over and asked, "Do you guys want to play?" He said happily, "I want to join."