Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

Zheng Zeyu has a look at the time and thinks it's meaningless to quarrel with Emily here. It's better to go out for a walk and then go directly to Henglong square to find Mr. Cheng.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the room dropped to the freezing point. After Zheng Zeyu left, Emily had the idea of understanding Zheng Zeyu's feelings. Maybe she was too rude. Zheng Zeyu just cared about herself, not autocratic and unreasonable.

Time passed quickly. Zheng Zeyu arrived at Qilin restaurant in Henglong square ten minutes in advance.

"How many, please?" Miss attendant took a look at Zheng Zeyu, and did not find that she was a big star, just a professional inquiry.

"One for the time being."

Zheng Zeyu replied that this kind of singer made the waitress look up at Zheng Zeyu and found that this was her favorite singer.

"You are Zheng Zeyu, the singer."

The waitress is very excited. It seems that it is not easy to see a big star. Besides, she is still a star she likes. She just meets an idol.

"Yes, that's me."

Zheng Zeyu was outspoken. He didn't deny it. He didn't say he wanted to wear sunglasses or flash. Instead, he shook hands friendly and admitted it frankly. This is an unusual rhythm.

"Can I have a picture with you?" The waiter was a little shy, as if it was such an unreasonable request. However, at this restaurant, it did delay the star's meal, and it was also a bit like an unreasonable request. However, Zheng Zeyu was famous for being approachable. Obviously, the request for group photo was not excessive.

"Of course."

Zheng Zeyu agreed with a smile. After all, he had arrived ahead of time, and it didn't take much time to make a movie.

After the group photo, the female fan even asked for her autograph, so with a stroke of the pen, Zheng Zeyu really signed for him.

As soon as Zheng Zeyu was seated, Mr. Cheng appeared.

"Here, Mr. Cheng."

It's obvious that Mr. Cheng's walking habit is to look forward, and he didn't notice Zheng Zeyu on one side. Until Zheng Zeyu called, Mr. Cheng turned back and walked over with a smile.

It's dinner time. Naturally, I'm chatting while eating. So when the waiter just came up with the menu, Mr. Cheng had ordered some common snacks, obviously he was very hungry.

"I'll have fried rice with bacon and chicken."

Mr. Cheng doesn't seem to pay special attention to what he eats. This dish of fried rice solves the problem of lunch.

"I'll have Hainan chicken rice."

Zheng Zeyu asked for Hainan chicken rice, so he gave up. After all, today is not for dinner, but to talk about things. It has nothing to do with the quality of the food. As long as the truth is settled, it's sweeter than honey.

"Ah Yu, you are so anxious to find me. What's the matter?"

Mr. Cheng has already taken the initiative to attack, because he is worried about the state of Zheng Zeyu. He is always afraid that Zheng Zeyu will go back and not make a movie.

"Do you know wymanwong?" Zheng Zeyu also did not beat around the Bush, direct questions, anyway, this is not a shady thing.

“wymanwong？ Do you know such a famous poet? " Obviously, wymanwong is a star in the circle, and most people in the entertainment industry know him a little bit, "but isn't she living in France for a long time and concentrating on fashion? How did you mention him? " Mr. Cheng is very curious about this. After all, a person who doesn't come out of the mountain is only famous, which obviously doesn't help the actual facts. Such a person only needs to know his existence, not worry about his existence.

"I have received the wind that wymanwong will return to Hong Kong in the near future to find Hong Kong people to cooperate in making records. I want to cooperate with him."

Zheng Zeyu boldly disclosed his own voice. After all, he had to explain it to Mr. Cheng. That's what he came for today.

"In the near future? Cooperation? Where did you get the wind? I haven't heard of it. Is it true or false? "

Mr. Cheng knows that if Zheng Zeyu goes to make records during this period of time, he will certainly be distracted from the film business, which is not good for everything. So, be sure to pretend that you don't know anything.

"No, Mr. Cheng, you don't know? Even the little staff of the record company know that. This news must be true. It's just that the newspaper didn't publish it. Maybe everyone is holding their hands. It won't come out until wymanwong sets up the airport that day. This is a common trick in the press, Mr. Cheng. Can you not understand it? " Zheng Zeyu is a little angry about Mr. Cheng's pretending to be stupid. After all, such a big man doesn't even know the news. Either he doesn't know the news well, or he deliberately pretends to be stupid and sell ignorance. Of course, all this is pretending. What can it be?

"Oh, I'm not in the recording industry these days. I've been busy with investment. Maybe I've ignored it. Well, I'll call my friend to help you confirm whether the news is true or false. Do you think it's good?" Mr. Cheng just wants to delay time. He wants Zheng Zeyu to finish the film. Besides, it's a top priority. Although Zheng Zeyu is a musician, the development of the film industry is the right way. Records are not selling as well as before, and the market is not good at all. This is a song that can be downloaded from the Internet at any time, Who is willing to spend a lot of money on a record that sounds the same? In addition to fans, those can be another matter, but it is also a difficult thing to maintain their own fan circle. You know, some fans are professional fans who can get paid. Since they are disguised fans, they naturally will not buy records. What female fans like now is the singer's singing skills, which is clearly the face and the bag, After all, it can't last forever. If one day it becomes disabled, it will be completely destroyed. These are the things Mr. Cheng considers.

Moreover, under the observation of Mr. Cheng, Zheng Zeyu always has the idea of early retirement. Although his family has been poor since childhood, he is not greedy. He does not have so much desire for money. Therefore, it is more difficult to control a person who is not greedy.

"Mr. Cheng, I don't need to prove it at all. It's true. I want to cooperate. Really, it's my dream in life. I have no reason to miss it. Besides, the strength of wymanwong, as you can see, there's no reason why his songs can't sell well. Every time they sell well."

Zheng Zeyu is very clear about this. Mr. Cheng is always a businessman. Naturally, what businessmen consider is income and money. There is no reason to send the money to the front of their eyes, and they are not ready to take it. It is because of this that Zheng Zeyu and Mr. Cheng discuss the record.

"Sir, your fried rice with bacon and chicken is ready."

At this time, the waiter brought up the food, which seemed to give the two people in dispute a buffer stage, such as thinking about each other, then understanding each other, and thinking about each other.

"This is your Hainan chicken rice. Please take your time. "

With that, the waiter turned and left.

Zheng Zeyu inserted his Hainan chicken rice. He had no sense of eating it, and he was not in the mood at all. However, Zheng Zeyu could also understand that this matter would not be so smooth. You know, if it is smooth, there is no need to negotiate with Mr. Cheng face-to-face. A phone call is enough.

"Ah Yu, you're right. Why don't you make money? I'm a businessman. I attach great importance to money. To tell you the truth, I won't do business at a loss over the years. I've also considered your development for a long time, and I don't say that I won't care about you if I take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit after you become popular. You know how I treat you."

Mr. Cheng understood that Zheng Zeyu said that he had to play the family card. Maybe only in this way can he stop it.

"I know what Mr. Cheng has done for me. I know that you don't treat me as well as ordinary stars. You want to treat me like your own son. Over the years, I'm also very moved and grateful. You've paid so much for me. But Mr. Cheng, please treat me with tolerance towards my son. I also need my own dream. That's right, I know that you want me to try movies, and I don't have any opinions. I don't even deny half a point. If you say go, I'll go. I regard you as my father. I respect you and love you just because our feelings are not enough to be measured by the past few years. Please allow me to fly for my dream once. In the aspect of film, you can rest assured that I will not neglect it. What should I do? What will I do? I will measure the relationship between the two, and there will be no mistake. "

Zheng Zeyu has shown all his cards. It seems that this cooperation is inevitable. He will not let go for anything or anyone. This is his dream. He will not let go for life. This time, Zheng Zeyu is fighting. He is not like a puppet, There's no reason to compromise.

Mr. Cheng can see that this time, he has no way to persuade Zheng Zeyu. You know, if Zheng Zeyu doesn't make a movie, it's over. At the beginning, I didn't agree. I was afraid that Zheng Zeyu would be busy and forget about the movie. But now that he can promise to give consideration to both, it's better to let him have a try. You know, wymanwong's strength is good, and it's a good thing to cooperate with him, but he can't promise Zheng Zeyu so easily, This is the necessary dignity as a broker. Therefore, nothing can be easy. Even if his heart has been shaken, he can never show it. Maybe this is the sophistication of businessmen. Zheng Zeyu is always too young to deal with Mr. Cheng, but Zheng Zeyu doesn't care. Anyway, he can handle his own affairs.

"Well, since you have said that, I can't embarrass you any more. I hope you can take care of both things, or I will be very disappointed."

Mr. Cheng agreed, and the matter was settled. After a big mouthful of fried rice with chicken, Mr. Cheng's appetite seemed to be on the rise, and he finished in a moment.

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng."

Zheng Zeyu was a little excited. At last, he was a step closer to his dream. He seemed to have climbed the ladder and finally arrived at the place he wanted to go. Today's Hainan Chicken Rice seems to be very delicious. It seems to be more delicious than any family he has ever eaten. As expected, eating depends on the mood. It must be a time when he is in a good mood. Eating is the best. Otherwise, it would be a waste of the heart of the cook.

Half an hour passed quickly. Mr. Cheng had a meeting in the afternoon and left directly. Zheng Zeyu was already entangled by two young girls at the next table. This is a group photo and a signature. It's endless. But who made Zheng Zeyu feel so good today that he agreed to all the girls' demands, It's like the whole process of cooperation.

When Lin Minjia returns home, he has completely lost Wu Qingluo. This woman just walks away, as if she doesn't think about her own feelings at all. It's not that she is late for the concert. Why does it come to such a stage? Lin Minjia really can't understand that it must be a misunderstanding. She tries her best to get there, Why do we still have to wait.

Time is already very difficult, but there are still people do not let go.

The empty room now seems so ridiculous, as if full of cold illusion, people feel that this is a huge ice cave, can not accommodate a little warmth, as if it will disappear in an instant.

Lin Minjia thinks that in the middle of this, he has lost too much process. What happened and why a small thing would be like this and become out of control.

"Mr. Lin, are you back?" Aunt saw the lost Lin Minjia, also naturally knew the result, also no longer asked, just said hello.

"Auntie, what's wrong with Luoluo these days?" Lin Minjia felt that something he didn't know must have happened. I have to make it clear that this is not the result of a concert at all.

"It was fine before. There was nothing wrong with it, but when I came back yesterday, I seemed to be in a bad mood. I was wet, but I didn't catch a cold."

Aunt carefully recalled, originally, it was nothing, but Lin Minjia said, but also remember. When she came back that night, Wu Qingluo was all wet. Her face was not very good. She seemed pale. At that time, her aunt almost fainted. She went to get a clean towel to wipe Wu Qingluo. It's the first time that my aunt has ever seen Wu Qingluo who is so lost. She has never been so serious.

"Wet? Didn't she drive? Who did she see last night? " Such an abnormal situation, Lin Minjia felt, must be a key, is the key to the whole thing.