I'll kill you if I mix in the entertainment industry

"Hello, I am Quan Zhiyong."

The hoarse voice sounded, and Jessica frowned.

Yu Li, that gambler father?

When Quan Zhiyong asked Yu Li for money before, Yu Li was rushing to make a notice. He did call and inquire. It is possible to know Zheng Xiuyan's phone number.But Jung Soo-yeon has no affection for this kind of person, so she didn't save her phone number, and she couldn't be sure if it was true.

If it wasn't for Yu Li's face, Zheng Xiuyan would have died on the spot.

"I don't know, did you make a mistake?"

Wrong number?

Quan Zhiyong withdrew the phone from his ear in amazement and looked at the remark name displayed during the call.

No remarks...

No, does the predecessor still have this habit?Randomly store numbers?

Quan Zhiyong opened his mouth, and finally mustered up the courage to call his friends in this world, but turned out to be a stranger.

But in this case, it seems that you can vent more thoroughly...Anyway, people don't know if what they are saying is true or false...

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, let me introduce myself."

Jung Soo-yeon sighed and was about to hang up, she was impatient to wrestle with such a person.

"My name is Quan Zhiyong. I am 20 years old this year. I have a 24-year-old daughter named Quan Yuli. That's right for you, that famous idol."

Jung Soo-yeon's mouth twitches, are all liars so unprofessional now...

"I suggest you go to the hospital to see your brain, Mr. Liar."

"I'm not a liar, I'm really not a liar, what I say is true."

Jung Soo-yeon smiled angrily: "Then how can a 20-year-old man give birth to a 24-year-old daughter?"

Quan Zhiyong was dumbfounded. After staying up all night, his mind was a little unconscious, so he just said directly. How can this be done?

Zheng Xiuyan was not in a hurry, and her left knuckle buckled the window sill, accompanied by the knock on the door of the assistant outside, and her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sneer.

She had no intention of targeting this assistant, but she was very annoying now and didn't want to go out.

Who doesn't have a temper yet?What kind of reminder is there such a rush, there happened to be a liar with some brain problems to relieve Zheng Xiuyan's boredom, so let's talk for a while.

"Why did Mr. Liar stop talking? Did he remember his age wrong?"

"Right, right, I remembered wrong, I am forty-three, forty-three this year."

"Then do you remember when your daughter was born?"

"Nineteen eighty-eight...no one ninety-nine eighty-nine, I will think about it later...no, the point is not this, why are you struggling with age? I really am Quan Yuli's father."

"Twenty-year-old father?"

"I said, forty-three! Forty-three!"

Quan Zhiyong is going crazy, he thinks this woman is a devil.

"Okay, then, Mr. Liar, forty-three, what is the point of what you said before."

Quan Zhiyong was dumbfounded and hung up the phone.

Jung Soo-yeon burst out laughing, feeling a lot better.

There is one talk, which is quite interesting.

Looking at the phone number that the liar had hung up on the phone, Jessica's eyes flashed and she called him back.

Hang up in seconds, dial again, hang up again, and the third time, the liar answered.

Jung Soo-yeon raised her eyebrows and put her phone to her ear with interest.

"My name is Quan Zhiyong, I am forty-three years old, and I have a daughter named Quan Yuli who is an idol. I am not a liar. I'm finished."

"wonderful!"

Quan Zhiyong:...

As if you could see a woman on the opposite side applauding in amazement, then gave a thumbs up...

"Don't hang up first, Mr. Quan Zhiyong, I think of you. I just treated you as a liar. I'm really sorry. May I ask you something?"

That's right, I'll just say how the original body can store a stranger's mobile phone number.

Quan Zhiyong breathed a sigh of relief, and his thoughts finally came through.

Even though he thought this woman was a bit poisonous, he finally found a chatting person, and Quan Zhiyong said it all at once.

"Now I have a chance to stand up, but once I fail, it will be forever."

Jung Soo-yeon listened very carefully, thinking about whether this liar should swindle money next.

"what chance?"

"Gamble."

Gambling?Jung Soo-yeon was startled, really like what Quan Yuli's father could do.

Sometimes Jeong Soo-yeon really wants to know this kind of ghost gambling mentality.

In modern society, the circulation of information has been extremely developed. To be honest, the loopholes in the rules and rules in the casinos. If you really want to find them, can you not find them?

Find.

Are those gamblers so unpretentious?Knowing it was a trick or couldn't help but end, it was extremely stupid in Jessica's view.

Jung Soo-yeon, after thinking about it, her tone became more serious.

"Mr. Quan Zhiyong, I am actually very curious, why do you think you will win the bet."

"I know the result."

"Know the result?"

"Although I can't explain to you in detail, I really know."

This man is not only a liar, but also a lunatic.

This is probably the gambler's mentality: I know it must be the result!The next one will definitely win.

Jung Soo-yeon sighed, sorrowing for her teammate Kwon Yu-ri, and people seemed to lose interest suddenly, Jung Soo-yeon didn't want to talk to this liar anymore.It's better to plan for your future if you have this time.

She hung up the phone neatly and then turned it off. Jung Soo-yeon hid the phone, unlocked the lock of the bathroom, and the assistant pulled the handle and walked in.

"Sister Suyeon?"

"Return my phone to me."

"I just heard Sister Suyeon talking inside..."

"I said, return my phone to me."

The assistant was silent for a moment, and returned the phone that Jessie had temporarily stored on her side.

Jung Soo-yeon glanced at her. The assistant had been with Jung Soo-yeon for two years, and Jung Soo-yeon admitted that she had never treated her wrong.

It is a pity that it is an employee of the company, not her Jessica Jung.

...

At this time, Quan Zhiyong has fallen into deep self-doubt...

who am I?

where am I?

What am i doing?

Oh, by the way, I was on the phone with a person who first tortured me, and then finally became normal. I said that I was on the right track. The plot had just gotten into the right track and had not yet ushered in an outbreak, and then she hung up.

She hung up...

And turned off the phone.

Quan Zhiyong is very tired now.

He didn't know where he was now, and after taking a taxi to go home, he hit his head on the bed.

Ten hours later...

Quan Zhiyong had a nightmare again. He dreamed that a woman was calling him all the time. When she picked her up, he hung up, and then continued to call. It was useless to pull out the phone card, and it was useless to turn off the phone. The phone kept ringing, Quan Zhi rang Yong's heart was flustered, even in his sleep, Quan Zhiyong's face was full of struggle.

Suddenly sitting up, the intense hunger in his abdomen and thigh muscle soreness hit Quan Zhiyong's brain.

I took out the phone and glanced at it. The phone was dead.

Quan Zhiyong finds out the charger to charge it, and restarts it.

Six pm.

I can't remember when I came back, but I got eight hours of sleep.

Quan Zhiyong limped his teeth and walked to the kitchen and ordered himself a bowl of Shin Ramen. He couldn't help but mutter:

"Why did she hang up? Why did she hang up?"

As he slid his face, Quan Zhiyong was thinking about how he could make up for this woman.

Twenty-year-old, good face.

Now that he is sober, Quan Zhiyong is not stupid, and gradually figured it out.

He was treated as a second fool to tease him.

But having said that, I feel that I do know him, and most people would not listen to the nonsense he said in the morning.

I don't know if the woman is turning on or not... Quan Zhiyong pondered for a moment and sent her a text message.

...

"Is all the money invested?"

Jung Soo-yeon smiled bitterly, if it weren't all in, it wouldn't be so.

"Sister Suyeon, Uncle Zheng..."

Father Zheng waved his hand and smiled and said to the assistant who was following Jung Soo-yeon, "I haven't seen my daughter for a long time. Let me talk to my daughter in a whisper tonight, not to talk about her work. I won't interfere, what do you think."

The female assistant hesitated, seeing the coldness in Jessica's eyes, and finally nodded silently.

"I'm finally gone, so annoying."

"Why don't you tell your family? If Xiujing hadn't come to me, your mother and I wouldn't know."

"There is nothing to say, the company has already negotiated."

"Finished?"

"I just feel a little unwilling."

"Divided into questions?"

"Ok."

"It's okay to lose a bit, it's not good for both parties to fall out."

"I know, I know."

Jung Soo-yeon was a little helpless. After all, she was her father. He also had the right to ask about these things. Jung Soo-yeon didn't want to worry her family.

Father Zheng looked at Zheng Xiuyan, was silent for a while, and said, "Hurry up and take off the makeup. I'll make some food."

Jung Soo-yeon nodded, obediently took some makeup remover and went to the bathroom.

Your mother is very worried about you, Da Mao...

Looking at Jung Soo-yeon's back, Zheng's father frowned.

Fortunately, the matter has been resolved.

Father Zheng thought for a while and decided that he still had the opportunity to ask Zheng Xiuyan's teammates, he was afraid that Zheng Xiuyan would lie to him in order to make him feel at ease.

Passing by now, let's prepare something for my daughter first.

Although it is not possible to cook dishes in a hotel, idol can't eat these things often in order to keep in shape, so Father Zheng is going to make some vegetable and fruit salad for Zheng Xiuyan, just mango, and also take a photo of Xiujing by the way.

Father Zheng got up to prepare a salad, but the vibration of the phone on the table attracted him.

(I was drunk last night, what I said was nonsense this morning, sorry.)

This...this...what...

Last night, drinking, this morning, sorry...

Father Zheng tried not to think about that, but these words are really...

I wanted to see if there was something wrong with the company my daughter had run, but I didn't expect a bomb came out.

My cabbage is going to be picked up by pigs???

Father Zheng tried to calm himself down, but he really couldn't calm down.

Forcibly resisting the thought of questioning his daughter, Zheng's father took his mobile phone and took a picture of the message, and then deleted the message record.

"Is anyone looking for me?"

Jung Soo-yeon walked over with her face mask, and looked at Father Zheng holding her cell phone and asked.

"No."

Father Zheng barely showed a smile, he knew Zheng Xiuyan's temperament, and asked her that she would definitely blow up.

At this time, Father Zheng needs to investigate by himself, and consider the long-term plan!

"Then what, I'm going to make a salad."

Why does it feel strange?

Jung Soo-yeon frowned as she looked at her father.

It seems that I have to find some time to talk to her father. Jung Soo-yeon manages her hair and thinks slowly.

Maybe my previous thoughts were not right, and my family had to be informed about the company.

Zheng Soo-yeon put on the mask and sat on the sofa, waiting for Zheng's father to feed.

Just confess during dinner.

The phone vibrated, Jessica raised her brow and took the phone.

(Then you believe me? I really didn't lie to you.)

Yo, the spirit of perseverance is worthy of praise.

Jung Soo-yeon thought for a while, replied, and then blacked out the phone number.

(Has anyone ever told you that your deception is awkward.)

Quan Zhiyong was crying without tears in his cell phone.

I said that.

I'm really not a liar!

ps: Qin Shihuang unified weights and measures is a great thing, all money calculation units in this book are: RMB.