Little Assistant's Childhood Shadow

As night fell, in a newly developed villa area on the outskirts, in an unrenovated rough house, several fat and strong men were sitting around eating the takeaway they just ordered.

"Who told you to order takeaway, didn't you say it was inaccurate?!" A person came down the stairs, and his tone of voice should be the leader of the group.

"Brother, I didn't write our address here. I wrote it in the dilapidated bathhouse next to it. I got it there." Someone below was in a bad mood and retorted to him, "It's like something every day, and it's not some secret agent. You are not allowed to reveal the place where you live. Then you want the horses to run and you don’t want them to graze. What kind of crappy place did you arrange for us? Except that it doesn’t leak, the windows are not sealed tightly, and the wind blows when you sleep at night. Get into the bed."

"So much nonsense, just do what Brother Ji says, do you still want to live?!" The person who walked down directly threw the person who had just contradicted him by his ear, and sat in that person's seat. Wu Wu consciously picked up the kebabs on the table: "I'll give you the money and you can work. What's wrong with this place? It can't accommodate you or something!"

He took a bite of the meat and felt that it tasted good, so his tone softened a bit: "This is the last time, don't make an example. Well, don't stand there stupidly, go to the kitchen and cook me a bowl of vegetable soup, after running away for a day , so dry that I’m going to die.”

The warm spring weather in April, the air is dry, and a few rough men have dry skin on their mouths, eating barbecue and drinking beer, and the small flames in their hearts are igniting.

"Brother, you and Brother Ji apply for a refrigerator. The weather is getting warmer now, so we can't store food..." Someone suggested that there were too many barbecues, and the mouths of several people were dry, and some of them couldn't eat.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a sensible look at their leader's face, and gave the person who spoke just now a "stop talking" look.

The leader is also very helpless.He brought a group of brothers out to wander around. He thought he was lucky enough to meet Ji Ping, but now it seems like that, not much better than moving bricks on a construction site.

They earn clean hard-earned money by moving bricks. Now they are neither human nor ghost all day long. They are bodyguards, but they are actually following Ji Ping to wipe their ass/ass.

Ji Ping was quite careful in his work, and he didn't talk to them. Every time a phone call came over, the leader knew who must have done something dirty and needed them to clean it up.

The accommodations arranged for them were not bad before.Although it was a bit cramped, they had a complete set of daily necessities. This time, it was undeniable that they moved overnight, and they arrived in such a haunted house. Except for a few broken bed boards, there was nothing else. All of them are zero, which is slightly better than the living conditions of beggars in terms of hygiene.

The reason why he was able to persevere until today is all because of the face of money.But now that the money he just got has to buy all kinds of furniture and electrical appliances in this home that doesn't belong to him, the more the leader thinks about it, the worse he feels.

There is no way to apply with Ji Ping, because it is impossible.Mr. Song...that's even more impossible, they and Mr. Song can't even speak a word.

After drinking vegetable soup with little salt and no oil, everyone went upstairs to sleep after playing cards.

Downstairs in the garage, there was a pile of cigarette butts at the feet of the leader. When the cigarette case was empty, he finally mustered up the courage to call someone.

"Hey, sister Mingxia, it's me, Xiao Zhang. Ah, yes, do you remember me?"

"Xiao Zhang, I know you. You have a crescent-shaped scar on your chin. What's the matter? Is Mr. Song looking for something?"

Since Song Mingxia passed away on the night of Di Hao's death, Ji Ping brought those bodyguards to Di Hao's house, ransacked every corner of the house, and took away everything related to Song Zhengze.

She was powerless to resist, and could only watch Di Hao's favorite residence being ruined by Ji Ping's people, and wept indifferently at the end.

Ji Ping felt that the 'cleaning' was almost done, so he prepared to leave. Before leaving, he asked a group of people to wait in the hall downstairs, and he went to the bathroom.

At this moment, the leading man with the scar on his chin walked up to Song Mingxia with a blank expression on his face, avoiding the eyes of everyone, and handed back the two pieces of paper that had been balled up to Song Mingxia.

The leader was still pleading cautiously on the phone. Song Mingxia actually only listened to some of it, but she also understood what he wanted to do.

"Xiao Zhang, I'm very glad that you can call me. I won't talk to Mr. Song or Ji Ping. I will fulfill your wish. Besides..." Song Mingxia paused and continued: "I know you all You are a good boy, if possible, I hope that you can see clearly the path you are taking now, and I hope that you can look up and look at the path in the future."

After Song Mingxia finished speaking, she hung up the phone directly. She didn't expect Xiao Zhang to express her opinion to her immediately, otherwise it would be very fake, which showed that she misjudged the person again, and it was better not to listen than to hear the sadness.

As she expected, Xiao Zhang regretted it after hanging up the phone.

He regretted calling Song Mingxia. In his eyes, Song Mingxia was special, the only person in the Song Group who still had a conscience.What about having a conscience?How much is conscience worth in the eyes of people like them!

"Road? Do I have the right to choose? It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk, you rich people are qualified to choose, me? Ha ha, choose a fart!"

Xiao Zhang spat on the ground, wiped his face and went back to his room to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the spring breeze and the early morning sunshine indicated that today would probably be a good weather.

"It's considered that you have some skills, that's all right, you don't need to refund the money, and the rest of your life has nothing to do with me. Let's just pretend that we have never met, and we have never talked on the phone." Ji Ping looked at the few pictures on the computer screen. Zhang Tu, on the phone with the hacker: "Wipe up all the mess, do you hear me?!"

"Understood, you can rest assured when I do things. Big brother can contact me again if you need it next time, and I am waiting for you at any time..."

Ji Ping hung up the phone impatiently, tidied up a bit, and prepared to go to Song Zhengze's office to report the latest progress.

Before five o'clock in the afternoon, the crew finished filming.

"Today is May [-] Labor Day, everyone will have a... one night off!" With the coordinator raising his arms and shouting, the crowd dispersed after a burst of laughter.

"Hey! Zhao Nan, wait a minute!"

Zhao Nan was stopped by the coordinator. He thought that there was an adjustment in tomorrow's play, so he quickly took out his notebook and pen and prepared to write it down.

"Come here, come here, I'll ask you something..." The coordinator mysteriously pulled Zhao Nan aside, took out his mobile phone furtively, quickly tapped a few times with his index finger and found a screenshot: "Look This picture...was it you who drew it?"

The notebook in Zhao Nan's hand was still in his hand, and he could turn half of his body to the coordinator's side, and his eyes moved down and landed on the phone screen.

"Actually, this one is nothing...a variety show, it's all about the outfield, it's not easy to control, and it's not easy for others to say anything." The coordinator looked at Zhao Nan who was motionless like a sculpture, and tried to wave it in front of his eyes. He waved his hand: "Are you okay?"

"Ah? It's okay, it's okay..." Zhao Nan responded in a panic, and then asked, trying not to sound trembling: "Where did you see these pictures, how do you know that I drew them?"

Now it is Zhao Nan's limit to be able to ask these two questions logically and clearly. There are more things he can't think of, and he is speechless at all.

"Look, I still have a lot..."

The coordinator embarrassedly turned over the next few pictures. Apart from the pictures of the variety show, there were also some pictures he drew when Qin Feng and Liang Tong were filming the TV series. There were quite a few of them, and the date and His Weibo nickname is 'Daisy is not bitter'.

What is fatal is the last one, which has the registration information of his Weibo account, including the registered mobile phone number and registration time.The bottom line has an additional message.

Zhao: 138※※※※7523

"You...you didn't draw the ones we are shooting right now, did you?" Everything the coordinator said before was foreshadowing this sentence: "If there is anything, tell me the truth, and we should make preparations early."

"no!"

"Qin Feng, didn't you just leave?" The sudden appearance of Qin Feng made the coordinator's tone soften instantly, "I have something to say to Zhao Nan, and I will let him go back immediately."

"Nan Nan is too busy recently, she hasn't drawn for a long time, sister, don't worry." Qin Feng changed his stern tone just now, and spoke in a gentle and coordinating manner.

"It's fine if you don't have one, that's enough. After taking a break, I'll go back first, so hurry up and go back too!"

Qin Feng almost carried Zhao Nan back to the room. When he arrived in the room, he quickly took out his mobile phone, which he hadn't touched all day, and started to search for information. He found what he was looking for without any effort.

Because the number one hot search is: Crowdfunding dismisses Qin Feng's assistant.

The Weibo account that broke the news is a well-known entertainment marketing account, and the marketing account's reputation has always been not very good, but this account is a rare marketing account with zero negative reviews in the industry.

Open it up and look, except for the article about Zhao Nan, all the rest are very positive, most of which are to promote various new dramas and variety shows, and the accompanying text is also very brilliant, unlike others who copy and speculate and have typos, see The account is running this account with great care.

Therefore, when the positive energy blogger broke the news for the first time, and also expressed his position, sternly condemning this behavior of leaking the filming information of the crew, it instantly aroused the anger of the masses, and they flocked to the comment area to post comments full of righteous indignation.

At the beginning, it was a comment from a passer-by who disapproved of the practice of leaking secrets and stated his point of view, which is still passable.

What happened next was horrific. Fans from various families who heard the news arrived at the battlefield, and the smoke suddenly rose, and the comment area was completely reduced to a Shura field.

They have achieved unprecedented unity and united against the enemy.There is only one enemy, and that is Zhao Nan.

The disclosure of the last piece of inconspicuous registration information is equivalent to directly announcing that the owner of this Weibo account is Zhao Nan, especially for those who know Qin Feng well.

Someone even sorted out the comparison between Zhao Nan's university major, date of entry, the time when the pictures on Weibo were released, and the shooting time of the TV series. A comparison of painting styles and techniques.

There are reasons and evidence, and the conclusion is drawn.

The one who leaked the information was not a passer-by who had no interest in it, but Qin Feng's personal assistant, who had signed a confidentiality agreement.

In the eyes of fans, Zhao Nan's behavior, firstly, violated the contract that failed to protect the artist's privacy, and secondly, failed to fulfill basic professional ethics, and actually leaked the work of his own artist as the leading actor in advance.

This is a great disrespect to the staff who have paid for this show and this variety show, and it is absolutely unforgivable. He must be held accountable, severely condemned on the moral and legal levels, and immediately dismissed.

The voice on the Internet is getting higher and higher, and the influence is soaring all the way. The new episode of Bingo will be broadcast that night!Among them, more than half of the bullet screens were calls for Jinhua to dismiss Zhao Nan immediately.

The remaining half is the demands of Di Hao's fans.

"Unscrupulous assistant, return our brother Hao's innocence! Brother Hao was killed by you!"