Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Zhong Yi took a look at Jing Mingchu, only to realize that this person was wearing a formal suit today, as if he was a different person after the last two meetings.

"Actually, your appearance is also good. You can consider making your own debut and have your own company to support you. It's much easier than eating with your brain."

Jing Mingchu thought about these words twice, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Oh, why do I feel that you are mocking me?? You mocked him??"

The 'he' Jing Mingchu pointed at laughed out loud. This is the case with indiscriminate attacks, which can easily hurt teammates.

Shen Xifeng quickly waved his hands: "We are only talking about you, not me. You are not his opponent, so stop talking, you will make too many mistakes. If we are a top student, if we want to enter the entertainment circle, it will only take a few minutes. I'll tell you when he becomes interested. When eating and eating, business is not about benevolence and righteousness, so please let us have enough to eat, Young Master."

"No, you two don't think about it anymore?" Jing Mingchu was a little desperate.

Before going south, he patted his chest and assured his father that he would be able to fool him with his relationship with Shen Yu.

When he saw Shen Yu's new Weibo in the afternoon, he remembered that Zhong Yi was indeed a bit too handsome.

His little girlfriend from before also went back and talked to him for a long time, if he could be fooled into making a debut, and play a highly educated character, it would be a hit!

Jing Mingchu's wishful thinking was in full swing, and his Jing family was not short of money, so he could negotiate any conditions, as long as he could find someone with potential.

He originally wanted to sign Shen Yu directly, and then use his enthusiasm and resources to recruit newcomers, arrange their debut, and use the model of seniors leading juniors to let the newcomers quickly rise to the top.

Who would have thought that the first major premise would be strangled to death in swaddling infancy!

Jing Mingchu's heart still persisted, so he pestered Shen Xifeng and continued to ask: "Then what should you do when your contract expires this year? Still signing with 'Yiming'? And let that idiot Zhang Keyi be your manager?"

With this question, even Zhong Yi raised his head and looked at Shen Xifeng.

Under the watchful eyes of the two, Shen Xifeng calmly ate a few mouthfuls of food, then looked up, and found that they were still waiting for an answer.

Shen Xifeng couldn't help laughing: "Why, two greenhouse grass who haven't stepped into the society, want to discuss with me the rules of the game in the adult world?"

He put down the chopsticks, leaned back on the back of the chair, and turned his face slightly towards Zhong Yi.

Shen Xifeng opened the mouth and said: "My current popularity is also increased by the company's step-by-step planning. Do you know how many Weibo fans I had a year ago? It is only a quarter of what it is now.

"Running an artist is not as simple as you think. I am the boss of this small company, and I don't see him three or five times a year. Where do you think my resources come from? This company and agent followed me. After three years, we all know each other well, if there are no major accidents, I should not change people."

"However, there is something wrong with your company's decision-making, and the broker treats you badly..."

Zhong Yi also put down his chopsticks, and said seriously: "With your current strength, there should be bigger companies coming to you, right?"

"Yes, but a big company means that there are many artists. The qualifications and status of the seniors are all there. If I squeeze in, I can only share some leftovers."

Shen Xifeng glanced at Zhong Yi, and smiled helplessly: "What strength do you think I can have? I don't have any outstanding masterpieces, and I haven't even been admitted to the Film Academy. It’s still too early for newcomers who emerge every year to grab fans and talk about their strength.”

This was Zhong Yi's first time hearing Shen Xifeng's evaluation of herself, and she was quite surprised.

Unexpectedly, this young boy became famous, and the young child star who was seen by outsiders as having a great reputation, actually saw himself in this way.

So, does this self-deprecating tendency lead to depression?

Zhong Yi couldn't help thinking about this possibility.

After a moment of silence, Zhong Yi made another suggestion: "At least change your agent, your current one is hard to explain."

Shen Xifeng didn't answer right away, he picked up a piece of dried bamboo shoots, and wanted to send it to the Zhongyi bowl.

As soon as the chopsticks were on the bowl, Zhong Yi flatly rejected him: "No, I hate the taste."

Shen Xifeng's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and he looked at Zhong Yi with a smile: "Look, you like fresh bamboo shoots, but you don't like dried bamboo shoots, they are obviously the same thing, what's the reason?

"Zhang Keyi has an unkind side, but his grasp of the hot trend and my market positioning are very precise. In a short time, I guess I will have to rely on him.

"Do you know why everyone calls him 'Brother Yi'? He has been in the industry for more than 20 years, and he has basically been in the entertainment industry. He has no talent in singing and no good looks in acting. To save face, he risked his life to do things - based on this, he accumulated a lot of connections.

"The announcements and resources I had in the early days were all made by him alone, and he often stayed up all night. In his opinion, if he is not disabled, it is not a problem, and if he can still breathe, it means that he can still take jobs."

"'Yiming' is small, and it's all supported by me, so we all prosper and all lose. Zhang Keyi now also takes the company's shares. The decisions he made must be beneficial to my career development."

But is it good for your physical and mental health?

This question was almost about to be blurted out, Zhong Yi opened his mouth, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jing Mingchu who was opposite him, and his words took a big turn.

"As long as you feel good." After Zhong Yi finished speaking, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey hey!" Shen Xifeng smiled foolishly, as if drowning in a honeypot.

Jing Mingchu stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers: "There is a big living person here! Can't you see it? This big living person has to pay for tonight's meal! When you speak, can you respect Let me take a look, look at me, even just one glance??"

Sure enough, Shen Xifeng glanced at him, just one glance, and immediately went back to serve his children.

"Don't eat sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root. If you eat too much glutinous rice, it's not easy to digest at night. Try this 'Stewed Raw Knock', a Nanjing specialty, very tender." Shen Xifeng graciously picked up a chopstick for Zhong Yi.

"What kind of meat is this?" Zhong Yi flipped through the unknown piece of meat in the bowl with chopsticks, but was reluctant to eat it.

"It's specially processed pork, it's delicious, why don't you try it."

Jing Mingchu turned his eyes away, shook his head, and simply took apart a toothpick and began to pick his teeth.

Damn it, I spent four or five thousand to be a light bulb for the two men?

Oh, no, two men?

Jing Mingchu raised his head abruptly, his eyes flicked back and forth on the faces of the two people opposite him, but now they were eating food on their own, without the greasy vigor just now.

Yes, it is greasy.

From the first time I saw the two of them, I also felt that there was something different. Shen Yu's care for this classmate was almost like giving him shit and urine.

Fuck, what's the situation?

When Jing Ming first thought of a certain possibility, his heart skipped a beat. Holding the toothpick between his index finger and middle finger, he pushed it to his mouth, and was stabbed with a long hiss.

Zhong Yi, who was sitting opposite, witnessed the whole incident, and the words "Are you an idiot" were clearly written in his eyes.

Jing Mingchu didn't have time to care about the false slander against him, he used his eyes to hint at Shen Xifeng, and finally got the other party's casual glance.

"Why, your eyes are cramping?" Shen Xifeng asked inexplicably.

Jing Mingchu sighed bitterly, and then said: "Let's go, release the water with my brother."

Jing Mingchu stood up, and dragged Shen Xifeng out of the room without saying a word.

Zhong Yi looked up, and saw the two going to the toilet hand in hand like elementary school students.

The river wind was a little strong outside, and Shen Xifeng was shivering when he just went out, and he was very reluctant.

"Go to the toilet by yourself, I don't want to go." Shen Xifeng said.

Jing Ming took off his coat at the beginning, and his shirt was a bit cold, but now is not the time to care about the temperature!

He brought Shen Xifeng to the side of the river, looked around, and then hesitated to speak.

"Shen Yu, brother and you are dead friends..."

Shen Xifeng suddenly said: "Who the hell lived with you!"

Jing Mingchu, who was trying to distract himself, was interrupted by the irritable Shen Xifeng just as he started.

Jing Mingchu was stunned on the spot, before he could react, he heard Shen Xifeng say: "Fart your fart, it's freezing to death. I have to go back and watch Zhong Yi, otherwise that kid will definitely not eat vegetables."

It's really three sentences that are inseparable from Zhongyi!

Jing Mingchu is about the same height as Shen Xifeng, but because he is from the north, his body looks a little bigger. Zegna's slim shirt makes him look much more mature than Shen Xifeng.

He frowned, and said for a long time: "Isn't Zhong Yi a clean freak? How can he stand you serving him food?"

Shen Xifeng was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself that your question is very skillful!

Yes!

The little clean freak not only wants to eat the food I pick up, but also wears the clothes I wear!

How about it, if you don't accept it, come and bite me!

Caught off guard, Jing Mingchu saw the person he wanted to question, and laughed like a fool.

What jb problem!

"Be fucking normal!" Jing Mingchu wished he could kick him over, endured it, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really bent?"

bend?

Shen Xifeng turned his head, and blurted out: "Get out! Bend your sister! I don't like you!"

Isn't it bent?

that……

Jing Mingchu asked cautiously, "Is Zhong Yi a shemale?"

This time, Shen Xifeng was much calmer, he sneered and shook his head: "Try saying that in front of him?"

"Then do you fucking like him?"

Jing Mingchu finally let out a low growl, and stared closely at Shen Xifeng.

On the banks of the Qinhuai River in the shadow of oars and lights, the night wind picked up steeply, swirling and blowing over the tops of the two heads, disturbing the hairstyles that the two big boys who paid attention to their appearance carefully grabbed.

Standing in the cool breeze, Shen Xifeng heard someone ask him for the first time if he liked Zhong Yi, unexpectedly, his heart was peaceful.

"Well, I like it." He heard his own flat voice.

When the word 'like' was uttered, what followed was a surge of joy, which rushed to his head, making him unable to stop the corners of his mouth from grinning.

"I like it very much." Shen Xifeng nodded heavily, and repeated: "I like it so much... I don't want to hide it anymore."

Fuck!

Another one caught off guard, Jing Mingchu witnessed the coming out of the closet of Shen, the popular traffic king, and the [-] million girl Meng Yu.

Jing Mingchu had a bit of a headache, he plucked his hair, and then asked: "You... what do you like, that you two will keep it secret for the rest of your life?"

"He doesn't know anything." Shen Xifeng warned Jing Mingchu with a dangerous expression: "Don't say a single word to him, or I'll kill you!"

"Fuck, are you fucking still in love??"

Jing Mingchu wondered if this person was out of his mind. Despite all the soft and cute girls in the world, he fell in love with this guy, and he secretly liked him and dared not tell anyone!

"Then what are your plans for the future? Don't let this matter spread, or you won't know how you died."

Jing Mingchu touched his trouser pocket irritably, just as he took out the cigarette, thinking of Shen Yu's throat, he had no choice but to stuff it back.

Jing Mingchu muttered, "If my sister knew the news, she would cry to death."

Plan, what plan can you have?

Shen Xifeng smiled wryly and shook his head, "Let's talk about it after the college entrance examination. People don't take the exam, so I have to. My future depends on this business."

Jing Mingchu thought the same at first, it was already May, and he had to hurry up and read a few more pages of the book.

He nodded, pointed to the room, and led Shen Xifeng back.

"By the way, what department did Zhong Yi choose in the end?" Jing Mingchu asked.

"I really don't know about this, I forgot to ask." Shen Xifeng pursed his lips, "I always feel that I am a student of Zhat and I am not qualified to ask Xueba these questions."

"Forget it, I'll find someone to investigate."

When he was about to enter the room, Jing Mingchu suddenly stopped in his tracks: "How's the result of today's competition? Is it okay, he sings?"

Shen Xifeng didn't want to say more, he just said: "Whether it works or not, you will know if you go to see it yourself. Saturday night at 10:[-], remember to contribute to my ratings."

"Okay, keep it a secret!"

Jing Mingchu resentfully said: "Both of you are ignoring me, I have to think about where to find some [-]th-tier rookies to come back to fill up. Sigh, what do you think of network anchors? Recently there is something called 'Pear Flower White' 'The special fire, do you know?"

"Young master of the Jing family can't get into the serious entertainment industry, so he can only focus on the outside world?" Shen Xifeng squinted at him, "You've talked too much, and haven't you been beaten enough by your father?"

Jing Ming shrank his head, and pressed in a low voice: "There are no human rights in the periphery, they are very popular..."

Not long after the two returned to the room, Shen Xifeng received a call from Zhang Keyi.

Zhang Keyi informed him that there will be a magazine interview tomorrow morning. He will interview all the singers participating in this season's "Listen" program. Zhong Yi has to participate too. He has already sent the interview draft to the hotel, and asked them to go back to make preparations at night.

Zhong Yi originally thought that he would be able to return to Ningzhou tomorrow morning, but when he heard that there was still an interview, he couldn't hide the tiredness on his face.

Shen Xifeng saw it in his eyes and felt it in his heart.

But at the beginning of Jingming, that kid talked a lot, and dragged Shen Xifeng to babble for another hour. By the time the three of them came out on the boat, it was almost 11 o'clock.

On the car back to the hotel, Zhong Yi fell asleep.

Shen Xifeng supported Zhong Yi's head with his shoulders, his heart ached terribly.

Usually, this child has the habit of taking a nap. These days, he has been rehearsing day and night, and when he goes back at night, he just sleeps on the bed. He is really exhausted.

After getting off the car at the hotel, Zhong Yi was still a little dazed, with half-opened eyes being embraced by Shen Xifeng, coaxing softly.

The two walked through the lobby and entered the elevator room in the high area.

In the hotel lobby late at night, only a few guests were walking around.

The coffee bar was already past closing time, and on the sofa beside it, there were only two or three late-arriving tenants dragging their luggage and waiting to check in.

Everyone's face was tired, and even polite greetings were omitted from each other.

There was a short man in a gray coat who had been sitting on the sofa for almost a whole night. Suddenly he jumped up and hurried out of the hotel.

Night Breeze lifted a corner of his coat, revealing half of a SLR lens with a red coil.