When Ye Zheng arrived at "Lanting" as scheduled, most of the guests had already arrived, and when they saw him, they all stood up and greeted him. Fang Minghui, the owner of Zanju, enthusiastically introduced several directors and producers present for him. Ye Zheng glanced at the accompanying celebrities and knew what kind of game these old hooligans had set up. He was actually a bit annoyed, but he didn't show it on his face. He entered the table with a graceful appearance, occasionally said a few words, and the rest of the time he watched his nose, nose, nose and heart, pretending to be a wallflower without saying a word.
Fang Minghui probably hadn't sobered up from the last session, squinted his drunken eyes and counted the people at the table, and waved his hand: "There are not enough people! Hey, for that...that one is here, call him, why? Not yet! Let me tell you, this is a big name, if it wasn't for Director Zhao's face, please don't invite me!"
Ye Zheng took a sip of his wine, thinking that if Zhao Qianli would like him, he would not be able to smoke from his ancestral grave, so he might be able to open a barbecue place.
Before he could swallow his drink, someone from outside the box opened the door and came in, with a gentle and smiling voice: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late. Hello Brother Fang, Director Zhao, President Li..."
His final voice faltered suddenly: "Ye, Mr. Ye is good."
Ye Zheng slowly put down his wine glass, turned his head to look at the door, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile: "Xiaoyan is here."
The smile on Yan Jia's face, which seemed to grow in the flesh, froze slightly. He is the actor champion of Xihua Entertainment and one of Ye Zheng's lovers. Yan Jia knew Ye Zheng two years earlier than Jiang Kezhou. When the personnel of Xihua Entertainment changed, he was stuck in the bottleneck period of his career and hung up and down. After the company's top executives changed hands, and Ye Zheng took over Xihua Entertainment, Yan Jia climbed into Ye Zheng's bed. In return, Ye Zheng gave some of his resources to make him popular. Now that Emperor Yan Jia is in his hands, he is in the limelight, and his net worth will naturally rise. No wonder Fang Minghui said just now that he was "hard to find".
Zhao Qianli is currently preparing for a new film, which is expected to hit the gold award at the film festival. He already "appreciated" Yan Jia quite a bit, Yan Jia heard that there was such a dinner and wanted to come and have a try, and the hatchback was bridged by Fang Minghui's two hundred and five, and the time and place were successfully finalized. Who would have thought that Fang Minghui was flustered and didn't say a word, which brought Ye Zheng to the dinner. Now the style of painting changed to the scene of catching rape in seconds, and it became very lively.
Except for Yan and Ye, everyone present here didn't know that they were still having an affair. Fang Minghui carelessly pulled Yan Jia and sent him to Zhao Qianli's side: "Director Zhao, Yan Da Actor is here specially for you, you two should have a good chat..."
Yan Jia was half pushed and half shoved to sit down, and before he had time to speak, Zhao Qianli grabbed his hand, pressed it on his thigh and rubbed it suggestively twice. He cursed endlessly in his heart, but he didn't want to offend Zhao Qianli, so he had to force a smile, put his other hand on Zhao Qianli's chicken paw, and pushed him away without showing any signs: "I have admired Director Zhao's name for a long time, but unfortunately I have never had a chance to meet .Today is here, and I really like your movies."
Zhao Qianli was overjoyed: "Okay, good boy. I've seen some stills of you, but I didn't expect the real person to be more beautiful than the stills. Tsk, look at this tender face, how old are you?"
Yan Jia is already in her third year, and because she is well maintained, she looks to be in her early twenties. He is one of the more handsome male actors. He has a lot of female fans, and he usually shows people with a gentle and handsome image. Zhao Qianli prefers this one, and is satisfied with what Yan Jia thinks, so he keeps persuading him to drink, and gradually the alcohol appears on his face, and he feels that this person's face is like a peach blossom, glamorous and charming.
Yan Jia was poured a few cups, but his mind was never on it. Ye Zheng's existence is like a ticking time bomb, no one knows if he will suddenly overturn the table and leave. Yan Jia peeked at Ye Zheng, feeling extremely anxious, but found that Ye Zheng was across the table from him, holding a mobile phone, and didn't look up at all.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but also faintly lost.
Ye Zheng was bored, so he answered a few emails with his mobile phone. During this period, a WeChat came in, and Jiang Kezhou sent him a photo of the USB flash drive, asking if it was his.
The USB flash drive looked familiar, but Ye Zheng has always had no memory for these trivial things, so he replied casually: "What's in it?"
Jiang Kezhou: "I don't know, I'm afraid there's something I shouldn't see, so I didn't dare to move."
Ye Zheng smiled and said, "It's okay, just open it and take a look."
There was no reply for half a day.
Ye Zheng: "What is it?"
Ye Zheng: "Where are people?"
Shouldn't it be a few G's of pornography
"The other party is typing" is displayed on the top of the screen, but no message has been sent for a long time. After a few minutes, Jiang Kezhou asked briefly, "Is Yan Jia from your company?"
Ye Zheng was immediately alert: "Yes. What's wrong?"
Jiang Kezhou replied with a string of ellipses.
Yan Jia's Baidu Encyclopedia was displayed on the screen. The man in the photo is wearing a light-colored suit, with a pair of rimless glasses hooked on his fingertips, smiling alluringly at the camera.
Jiang Kezhou couldn't help sighing that Yan Jia was indeed naturally beautiful. Just looking at this face, there is almost no big difference between the hard photo and the candid photo.
He closes Wikipedia, revealing another photo window. The U disk was handled very cleanly, without other traces. There are nearly a hundred photos in it, some are blurry or clear, basically no one looks at the camera, all of them are candid shots of Yan Jia and Ye Zheng when they were together.
These photos didn't do much harm to Jiang Kezhou, he wasn't stupid enough to think that Ye Zheng was a good young man who kept himself clean. He fumbled through the photos, occasionally stopping to zoom in on the details, while secretly wondering if it was coming for him or Ye Zheng.
I have nothing to do with Ye Zheng anymore, if this kind of photo gets out, the two protagonists will be unlucky. One of them is the president of Xihua Entertainment, and the other is the pillar of Xihua Entertainment. Thinking about it this way, vicious business competition is also possible.
That's all for Ye Zheng, once the gay scandal gets out, Yan Jia will definitely be the first to die.
But why did the USB flash drive appear at his door
The wechat was still ringing over there, and Ye Zheng's impatience could be felt through the screen. Jiang Kezhou thought about it for a while, and was afraid of causing trouble, so he didn't tell him the truth. He only said that there were a few videos of Yan Jia in the USB flash drive, which were probably work materials, and they would be sent to the company tomorrow.
Ye Zheng stared at that passage, rubbed his fingertips on the back of the phone lightly, feeling something was wrong.
Jiang Kezhou has always been reluctant to appear in public with him at the same time, and he rarely asks to go to the company to find him. He knows how to measure, and knows how to keep a distance, so he doesn't easily disturb his official business in his personal capacity. In the past, he didn't even enter the company's door to deliver things for Ye Zheng. He only asked his assistant Yan Zhixing to come down to pick them up. He didn't show up at Xihua Entertainment at all. Today, he suddenly changed his mind and didn't let Ye Zheng ask someone to pick it up at home. send over.
It's just a few video clips of Yan Jia, is it worth his attention
Besides, he didn't remember Yan Jia's recent work that required the use of video materials.
"Who is Mr. Ye chatting with, looking at his phone so engrossed?" A familiar producer next to him joked, "Are you in a relationship?"
Ye Zheng put away his phone, smiled noncommittally, and changed the topic with a few words.
The banquet became more and more chaotic at the end. After three rounds of drinking, the waiter came up to remove the remaining seats and replaced them with various wines and fruit plates. The opening of KTV added fuel to the fire. Zhao Qianli blushed so much from drinking, his hands slid back and forth restlessly around Yan Jia's waist. Yan Jia couldn't dodge, and kept shrinking back. The two were stalemate, Yan Jia suddenly saw a little star who had been quiet at the banquet just now, holding a wine glass and walking towards Ye Zheng.
The little star is a rookie who has just debuted for two years. He was born in an idol drama, but he hasn't made any splashes. He probably wants to be popular and crazy. Yan Jiaming knew that Ye Zheng didn't like this kind of stuff, but unconsciously frowned.
Ye Zheng on the other end occupies a sofa all to himself, and the colorful lights above his head are constantly changing from green to red, blue and purple, and anyone under this light looks a little blue-faced and fangs. However, Ye Zheng's upper body was hidden in the dark shadows, and he propped his forehead lazily in a daze. The colored light fell on his overlapping long legs, swaying like flowing water. He seems to be standing at the junction of two worlds: half gentleman, half playboy; half abstinence, half prodigal.
Holding the wine glass, the little star rubbed it against the armrest of the sofa, breathed out like blue, and whispered in his ear: "Boss Ye, come have a drink?"
Ye Zheng turned his face slightly, staring at him with clear eyes. The distance between the two was very close, as if a kiss would fall in the next second.
Ye Zheng raised his hand to pinch Little Star's chin, pulled him closer to him, and asked with a half-smile, "Are you here to buy me a drink?"
This gesture was particularly ambiguous. The little star had a fever on his face, but he knew the routine of refusing to greet. He lowered his eyes shyly and timidly: "I don't know if Mr. Ye is willing to show respect."
In the next second, Ye Zheng grabbed him by the neck and threw him out with the wine.
The little star fell down on the coffee table, knocked down a large piece of wine bottles and glasses, and splashed glass shards all over the floor. Everyone in the box woke up half-awake in an instant, and all looked at this side. Fang Minghui ran over unsteadily, held down Ye Zheng and looked back and forth several times: "Fuck... brother, what's going on?"
Ye Zheng brushed away the guy's paws without showing any signs, took out a tissue, and wiped his hands slowly: "I'm not used to outsiders getting too close to me. It's okay, children don't know the rules."
"Hey, I thought there was an earthquake." Fang Minghui waved his hand at the little star on the ground, "Okay, get out quickly, if you don't have eyesight, next time you don't see anyone, go up."
Not far away, Yan Jia, who had been paying attention to the movement here, took a sip of wine, and the rim of the glass covered the corners of his pretty mouth. He put down his glass, smiled at Zhao Qianli who was already too drunk to stand up, and said, "Director Zhao, I'm going to the bathroom."
The private room is well soundproofed, and the corridor is much quieter than the inside. Yan Jia came out after washing her hands and was passing the staff lounge. The door was unlocked, and faint voices could be heard from inside. The words "Boss Ye" came to my ears, but Yan Jia didn't take a step forward.
"...that face is so complete that he doesn't even recognize his own mother. It's a ghost that the big boss can see this kind of fake goods. Besides, Gao Pan can't help him."
"Hey, is he married? Does he have a wife?"
"It doesn't matter if a man gets married or not. If he is married, he can play as he pleases. But don't tell me, Boss Ye really seems to have someone."
"Who is it? Male or female?"
"How can you be a man..."
"What a man... Hey, don't pinch me, why are you so excited?"
"I don't usually see Boss Ye bringing people here! Have you ever seen him?"
"Nonsense, Boss Ye dotes on him like something, and he is not willing to take him to such a place. I remember only seeing him once during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and I left after a short stay. I really didn't expect that it was Boss Ye's man." My friend, he probably isn't from the showbiz. He looks like a good family man. He's quite calm, a little cold and doesn't talk much, but he's very personable... If he wasn't gay, I would want to marry him. Boss Ye has a weird temper. Looks like he has a cleanliness habit. Look, no one around him dares to get close to him? But last time, the guy stuck together the whole time, and Boss Ye personally took him away after drinking too much."
Listening to their whispering, Yan Jia's complexion turned from green to pale, and he almost gritted his teeth.
He held back for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, took out his mobile phone and quickly called Ye Zheng.
Half an hour later, the underground parking lot.
Yan Jia leaned against the pillar and waited for a long time before Ye Zheng slowly walked out of the elevator. Yan Jia felt that he probably drank too much today, and didn't find a chance to talk to him all night, and at this moment, some unspeakable grievances choked in his throat when they met him for the first time.
"What's wrong?" Ye Zheng walked towards him.
Yan Jia bit the soft flesh on the tip of his tongue, unable to speak, but the corners of his eyes turned red for no reason.
Ye Zheng smiled and said, "He came down to me in a hurry and didn't speak. Are you kidding me?"
Yan Jia didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and said incoherently, "I'm sorry...I..."
"Have you washed your hands?" Ye Zheng pushed his hand away, with a cold smile on his thin lips, "Did you play cheap with Zhao Qianli enough, do you want to do it again?"