After I fell down, I was targeted by my nemesis

Fang Qing didn't make any arrangements for the money he got from Chi Zhengshan.

His family is not short of money, and currently has no plans to invest in business. At the same time, he does not dare to let Yan Li know about this complicated deposit, so he only plans to deposit this huge sum of money in the bank to earn interest. There was no progress in his career, and he earned millions of dollars in interest alone.

With this amount of money, there is no need for him, Fang Qing, to do things he doesn't want to do for money in this circle.

Now, the decision to invest in "The King" gave Fang Qing a good idea of ​​"financial management".

If he can make a difference in the showbiz next, then the road ahead will be clearer.

"To be honest with Director Zhou, several houses were demolished at home, so I can barely count as a small upstart for the time being." Fang Qing said modestly.

"It's not too small." Zhou Yue regained his composure, his fingers trembling, "Fang Qing, a real person who doesn't show his face, I dare you to enter the entertainment circle to experience life, I'm leaving What luck."

"Director Zhou, it's unnecessary trouble. I hope this matter can be kept secret from the rest of the crew."

"I understand, I understand, you want to keep a low profile, I know, I just said that I have found a new investor." Zhou Yue put out the cigarette at his fingertips, found the script from a piece of paper on the messy desk and gave it to Fang Qing said excitedly, "In this way, there is no need to reduce anything. Just replace the few days of Guan Hao's filming with you and make up for it. It's not much anyway, and the part that Guan Hao asked to change, I also have to contact the screenwriter to change it back, oh yes, what about Fang Qing, do you have any requirements for the shooting of this script and so on?" At the end, Zhou Yue's tone became cautious.

Fang Qing smiled lightly, "No, I only know acting for the time being, if there are any problems during the filming, we can communicate and adjust together when the time comes."

Zhou Yue looked at Fang Qing, hesitated to speak, and rubbed his thighs with his hands for a moment, not knowing how to thank or praise Fang Qing.

"It's just what I told you before, in the next month, I may occasionally not be able to cooperate with the crew to shoot night scenes..."

"Small problem, small problem." Zhou Yue said with a smile, "Your request is not a problem at all compared to what Guan Hao mentioned before."

"Thank you, Director Zhou."

"Don't call me Director Zhou, just call me Brother Zhou in private, that's what they all call me, how about Fang Qing, let's have dinner together tonight, I'll call the assistant director and Xiaomo, you are now "The King of Generals" "'s male number one, I have to say hello to everyone."

"Okay." Fang Qing said softly, "Then tonight..."

Before Fang Qing finished speaking, the phone rang.

is a text message.

Sender: Air conditioner repairman.

Fang Qing's face froze, her fingers were quick to think, and she clicked on the text message first.

[Tonight at eight o'clock, Haoyan Hotel, Room [-]]

“…”

"Fang Qing, Fang Qing!"

Zhou Yue yelled a few times, and Fang Qing came back to her senses suddenly, and the flustered and helpless feeling in her eyes didn't have time to hide it for a while.

"What's wrong? His face is so ugly?" Zhou Yue frowned.

Only then did Fang Qing put away the gaffe on her face belatedly, and quickly said: "It's nothing...it's just that I have something to do tonight, so I may not be able to have dinner with everyone."

"What else should I do? It's okay. Go and do your work. In the future, everyone will have a chance to eat together."

"it is good."

Fang Qing used the excuse to go to the bathroom, and left Zhou Yue's office for the time being, and took out her phone again when she walked to the empty corridor.

Looking at the text message she just received, Fang Qing felt like she was on her back. Even though she thought she was fully prepared mentally, she still felt at a loss when it was time to take that step.

His mind was full of thoughts of escaping, but his reason was still pressing him hard to enforce the rules.

Holding the phone, Fang Qing tapped the screen quickly: [Hello Mr. Lu, I just finished the physical examination this morning, and the physical examination report will take about a week to get. 】

Just about to click send, Fang Qing hesitated again. After a few seconds of deliberation, Fang Qing added after this sentence: [For caution, I suggest you consider waiting for a week. 】”

Fang Qing clicked send, and then anxiously waited for the other party's reply.

It seemed that within a few seconds, Mr. Lu replied, with only four words.

【Just use your mouth】

Fang Qing: "..."

Throughout the afternoon, Fang Qing and Zhou Yue worked out an agreement and chatted about scripts. Zhou Yue always felt that Fang Qing was a little absent-minded, but he didn't have the nerve to ask. It's like saying that I won't be able to shoot night scenes occasionally in the next month.

With Fang Qing's character, it is absolutely impossible to be lazy. Zhou Yue doubts that Fang Qing is going to spend that time with his little girlfriend.

It was after six in the evening that Fang Qing left Zhou Yue's studio.

Back at the apartment, Fang Qing cooked half a bag of quick-frozen wontons in the refrigerator, but only ate a small half in the end.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Fang Qing went out again.

"Master, go to Haoyan Hotel."

When the driver heard the words Haoyan Hotel, he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Nahaoyan Hotel is the highest-standard five-star hotel in Tanghai City. It is standard for the rich and famous, and the minimum spending for one night is five figures.

Naturally, Fang Qing could understand the surprised look in the driver's eyes. She probably didn't expect that she, who came out of this old-fashioned community and dressed plainly, would choose that kind of hotel consumption.

"Yo, that's a place for the rich." The driver sighed.

Fang Qing gave an expressionless "hmm".

"What did the young man do there?" Not long after the car drove out, the middle-aged master asked curiously, "It cost a lot of money that night, my son booked a suite there for his boss, and he slept well all night. Tens of thousands."

"....nothing."

Fang Qing turned her head and looked out of the car window, she didn't want to speak at all, and the few words on that text message floated in her mind again...

Just use your mouth...

use your mouth...

It's not that he doesn't know what these words mean, it's just that his imagination is too out of control, and he has already substituted himself into some kind of picture at this moment.

"Stop...stop!" Fang Qing said with his chest heaving and his face extremely ugly.

The driver parked the car on the side of the road, Fang Qing quickly opened the door, and then lay on the side of the road and retched.

The driver lowered the window of the co-pilot, and said dumbfoundedly: "Young man, you still get motion sickness, tell me earlier, tell me earlier, I'll drive slower, you... are you okay."

Fang Qing waved her hands back vigorously, trying to say something, but another feeling of disgust rushed from her chest to her throat.

Those wontons are for nothing...

The driver got out of the car and handed Fang Qing a bottle of water, stroked his back kindly, and sighed: "The feeling of motion sickness is really uncomfortable, and so is my wife. Nausea, usually within [-] kilometers, she would rather ride a bike than take a car."

"...Thank you, I'm fine, it's just a bad stomach."

Back in the car, the driver saw that Fang Qing's face was so pale that he looked sick, so he suggested that he go to the hospital.

"If you don't want to go to the hospital, you can go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine."

"No, it's fine."

After getting off the car at the entrance of the hotel, Fang Qing put on the mask she had prepared before entering the hotel.

Fang Qing asked for a room on the twentieth floor at the front desk of the lobby. He intended to let people treat him as an ordinary resident, but after seeing the ID he presented, the front desk immediately handed him a door to Room [-]. card, indicating that this is a special order from the guest in Room [-].

Originally, he wanted to pretend to hide, but he didn't want to be seen through...

Fang Qing accepted the room card handed over by the other party in embarrassment. He deliberately glanced at the female receptionist. The other party kept a smile that was extremely standard in the service industry, and did not show any other micro-expressions that would make people think too much. .

Working in this kind of place, even if they guessed it, these people are probably used to it.

Fang Qing didn't open that room any more as if she was deluding herself, and turned around with the key card and walked to the elevator not far away.

The author has something to say: there will be more tomorrow