There is a seven-hour time difference between Paris and China, and the plane took off in the early morning. After a thirteen-hour flight, when Xie Xuanming arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport, the sky was groggy and it was still early morning.
When getting off the plane, the director beside Xie Xuanming glanced at his phone, and suddenly his expression changed drastically.
It was the first time that Xie Xuanming saw him so pale after filming for a long time, and he couldn't help asking sideways, "What's wrong?"
The director raised his head and glanced to the side with an ugly expression.
Xie Xuanming followed his gaze, just in time to see the accompanying assistant turn his head to avoid this side.
Xie Xuanming's brows were frowned, and he said with emphasis: "What's wrong?"
The director's face was cloudy and uncertain. After two seconds, he calmed down as if he had made a decision, put away his phone and said, "something happened at home."
"Seriously?" Xie Xuanming stared at him.
The director hesitated and avoided the point, and for a while Xie Xuanming couldn't judge whether his words were true or false.
Just then, the plane door opened.
"Mr. Xie, let's go." The assistant hugged him forward, "Hurry up and go to the hotel to rest."
There were loud voices behind him, and the passengers were in a hurry to get off the plane. Xie Xuanming had no intention of blocking the way, so he could only let go of his doubts and follow the assistant's strength.
Taking the shuttle bus across most of the airport, Xie Xuanming wanted to turn on the phone to read the news several times during the period, but was stopped by his assistant with excuses.
"Mr. Xie, take the VIP passage." After taking the luggage, the accompanying crew stopped Xie Xuanming who was about to take the ordinary exit.
"It's not necessary." Xie Xuanming was baffled. It is difficult for a domestic star's fame to spread abroad. Even if there are fans who pick up the plane, they will definitely not reach the scale that needs to be avoided.
"Prevent problems before they happen." The crew made a "please" gesture.
There's no need to get entangled in trivial matters, Xie Xuanming followed him without thinking too much. When passing by the ordinary exit, he accidentally looked out, and was surprised to find that the exit was crowded with people, most of whom were holding cameras, and most of them were Asian faces.
Where did so many reporters come from
Xie Xuanming was puzzled for a moment, and walked into the VIP channel with his assistant one after the other.
In the car, Xie Xuanming finally turned on his phone, but before he could read the news, the assistant took the itinerary and talked to him about tomorrow's program schedule.
The award ceremony is not a trivial matter, Xie Xuanming put down his phone and concentrated on checking.
Before getting out of the car, the assistant answered the phone, and after hanging up, his expression changed: "Mr. Xie, you may need to give me your phone."
He stretched out his hand, but Xie Xuanming did not hand out the phone: "What?"
"One of the film crew's mobile phones has been bugged." The assistant looked solemn, "Now the director asks everyone to hand over their mobile phones for inspection."
Xie Xuanming's complexion also sank. The privacy of celebrities is more likely to be stolen than ordinary people, so naturally he pays more attention to it.
Without thinking about it, he took out the mobile phone from his pocket, and when he was about to hand it to the assistant, he suddenly put it away.
The assistant closed his palms, but he caught nothing. A trace of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly raised his eyes to look calmly at Xie Xuanming.
Fortunately, Xie Xuanming was immersed in his own thoughts and did not pay attention to the assistant's emotional changes: "I want to make a call."
Assistant: "…to whom"
"Ji Hui." The assistant knew that the two had a very close relationship, except for the matter of rebirth, Xie Xuanming didn't deliberately hide it.
At this moment, any contact with China Unicom would be an extra problem. The assistant didn't want him to make this call, but he couldn't find a valid reason to refuse, so he could only watch Xie Xuanming call him familiarly.
"Hello, good morning." Talking to Ji Sheng, Xie Xuanming's voice was much softer, "I'm in Paris."
"Woke up so early...have you had breakfast?"
"The live broadcast is tuned to the morning? Can Su Jing wake up?"
"Is everything okay?"
"..."
Xie Xuanming's tone was calm, but the assistant felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Every second of extension of the call was torture to him.
Others don't know, but the assistant has a good grasp of Xie Xuanming's character.
This "tyrant" with uncertain weather in the 21st century, no matter he learned that his little lover was taken advantage of when he was not around, or he learned that his little lover was having scandals with others without telling him...
They will get angry on the spot and make unpredictable and irreversible behaviors.
The assistant shuddered.
Tomorrow night, not tonight, who attended the awards ceremony and became the first actor of the younger generation to be exposed to international awards, Xie Xuanming, along with the entire Xuansheng, will usher in a career boom... At this critical juncture, there must be no accidents.
Seeing that Xie Xuanming had finished talking with his little lover, and handed the phone to him without any response, the assistant secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put away the phone impatiently, and said, "When you arrive at the hotel, you can go to rest directly, the makeup artist will come at ten o'clock, and the same time at noon." The French staff have a meal, and there is an interview at 4 pm... "
After a process that was repeated several times, Xie Xuanming fell asleep immediately when he was next to the hotel bed.
He didn't sleep until dawn. About four or five hours later, the door was knocked, and the assistant asked timidly, "Mr. Xie, are you asleep?"
Xie Xuanming was a light sleeper, but he felt like getting up, and asked "what's the matter" in a very bad tone.
The assistant at the gate was less willing to disturb him than him, and wished that he would sleep until seven o'clock tomorrow night, when the awards ceremony would begin.
However, the person who called was a big director, and the assistant couldn't afford to be negligent, so he had to notify Xie Xuanming at the risk of angering him.
"I have your phone number." The assistant said helplessly at the door, "It's directed by Lin Siji."
Xie Xuanming didn't reply. Two seconds later, the door opened wide. With messy hair, Xie Xuanming took the phone from the assistant and slammed the door shut without looking up.
The movement was too fast, and the assistant didn't react immediately.
He stood at the door dumbfounded for a while, raised his hand and lowered it, and finally didn't dare to knock on it.
The three missed calls covered the message below, Xie Xuanming glanced at it hastily, called back, and before answering the call, Lin Siji from the other side said lazily: "Congratulations, you have successfully come out."
With this sentence, Xie Xuanming's threat of "it's better to have something important to say" was instantly repelled.
The brain that had just woken up was not clear, Xie Xuanming shut down for two seconds, and the sense of danger and uneasiness first urged him to ask: "What happened."
Facing his confusion, Lin Siji laughed unsurprisingly: "You really don't know."
"What's the matter?" Xie Xuanming said with an emphasis.
Lin Siji didn't have the habit of teasing mad dogs, he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and told him all about the domestic public opinion, down to Xuan Sheng's solution.
"Your company has a lot of tricks. Contact Jin Lai to stir things up, but the method is the old-fashioned one for ten years. Using one scandal to overwhelm another... The public is not tired of it." Lin Siji marveled, "The public relations department is also bold, Going for Jinlai's signature artist Yang Yan, I don't mind that the other party and your little lover are generally male... Fortunately, I was a hindrance, so Xuan Sheng changed his target... "
Xie Xuanming was not in the mood to finish listening to his eloquent oral composition, hung up and called Ji Sheng instead.
Can't get through.
His face was completely dark, and he turned his head and walked out.
The door clanged open.
The assistant who was squatting and scratching his head at the door stood up with a swipe, seeing Xie Xuanming's stormy look, and mourned in his heart that he would die soon.
Xie Xuanming had no intention of committing a crime and sentenced him to a suspended sentence.
"The company confiscated Ji Hui's mobile phone?" Xie Xuanming's voice was as cold as ice.
"No." The assistant was almost suffocated, but he was also a smart one. He was afraid and guessed that Ji Hui could not be contacted, and added, "Ji Hui should still be live at this point."
"live streaming?"
"Yes." Now that it has been exposed, the assistant half broke the jar and half made amends, "The PR department asked him to respond through the live broadcast."
Xie Xuanming's complexion sank again, as dark as the night in the deep sea where a storm is approaching.
Another game ended, and the live broadcast was briefly terminated. Ji Sheng lowered his hand from the keyboard and moved his fingers slightly.
"When the broadcast starts again, it's time to read the comments." Su Jing reminded him.
The live broadcast has been going on for more than four hours. The two sat in front of the computer and played games non-stop. Ji Sheng seemed to be unable to see the barrage of inquiries on the screen, so Su Jing followed him and pretended to be deaf and dumb, keeping silent except thanking the gift. talk about other.
But no matter how you evade it, eventually the time has come to respond.
"I know." Ji Sheng said.
"..." Su Jing looked at his calm expression, and sighed, "Although you are really good at operation, your mentality is really suitable for playing professionally. If you don't change your face before Mount Tai collapses, you are better than those rookies in my team who cry when there is a little trouble. too much."
He joked to liven up the atmosphere, and Ji Sheng also smiled at him in cooperation.
Su Jing knew that his heart was not as calm as the surface, so he reached out and patted his shoulder, and said concisely: "Come on."
He added, "No matter what you say, I will stand by your side."
"Thank you in advance." Ji Sheng relaxed slightly and smiled at him.
"It's time to start the camera again." The assistant's reminder made the two of them tense up after a little relaxation.
The camera was turned on, the live broadcast room restarted, and a dense barrage flooded in for a moment.
"Okay, that's it for today's game live broadcast, let's read the comments below." Su Jing resumed his sloppy anchor look, took the tablet given by his assistant, and pretended to be blind that he couldn't see the countless comments related to "Xie Xuanming", just like the daily live broadcast , and the few normal comments exchanged jokes and ended this session.
He handed out the tablet, and Ji Sheng took over the heavy electronic products.
Ji Sheng also followed Su Jing's example, choosing unimportant comments to respond to.
But some things cannot be avoided.
Ji Sheng lowered his head, and he didn't need to look to notice that the people from the public relations department not far away were looking at him.
He clearly made the third choice last night, but he temporarily regretted it when the PR department was about to issue a press release.
The intimacy between him and Xie Xuanming is obvious to all. Even the company has to give him some face. Although he is puzzled, he still terminates the public relations behavior.
But it is also impossible to let the public opinion drag on like this. The live broadcast in the morning is the deadline set by Xuan Sheng for him. Xuan Sheng will cooperate with public relations for any response he makes here.
"What do you think of the hot searches this morning?"
Finally, Ji Sheng read out this comment.
In the Paris hotel, Xie Xuanming was sitting on a chair, his back was tense, and he was staring at the screen without blinking.
On the live broadcast page, the barrage was blocked, and only Ji Sheng was left with his eyes downcast on the screen, unable to see his thoughts.
He paused for a long time, maybe only a second, and finally sat up straight, raised his eyes and said.
"For news like this, first of all I need to apologize to my fans..."
A distorted voice came from across the screen.
Ji Sheng said a sincere apology and bowed to the camera.
After straightening up, he looked at the camera and met someone across the sea and jet lag.
"As for my response... what I'm trying to say is..."
"My thoughts will always be consistent with Teacher Xie Xuanming."
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