Chapter 553
Director Feng's Fate Unknown?
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The capital city, a comprehensive television station.
In the planning room deep in the corridor, the lights were stark white, and the air was filled with the strong smell of coffee and the complex atmosphere of exhaustion and excitement that comes from working late into the night.
The walls were covered with colorful sticky notes, program schedules, and stage renderings, resembling a huge battle map that only those involved could understand.
Director Lü stood in front of a long workbench, with a detailed plan for the program "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" and dozens of photos taken on site spread out in front of him.
His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles under his eyelids, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well for several days.
On his fair, tanned face, a pimple that had appeared at the corner of his mouth due to internal heat stood out conspicuously, its bright red color like a small warning sign.
He slammed the photo on the table with a sharp "thud," which was particularly jarring in the quiet room.
"Is the color of this clothing right?! Look at it yourself, how different is the texture from the painting?! I asked you to reproduce it accurately, not to create something new! Do you even know what 'reproducibility' means?!"
"Yes, yes, I'll go change it right away..."
The employee opposite him kept his head down, not daring to breathe.
"If you don't know the furniture style of the Southern Tang Dynasty, why don't you go find a historian?"
Director Lü continued, his right index finger almost poking the employee's forehead, "You can't even do a 1:1 replica? You should use your brain and ask someone!"
Make a phone call! Send an email! Go to the library to check! You're an adult, do I have to teach you these things?
He took a breath, picked up another photo, and frowned deeply: "I want elegant and refined beauty, not seductive and alluring! Look at this makeup, this eyeliner, this lip color—this is a lady from the Southern Tang Dynasty, not a top nightclub hostess!"
"I'm looking for court ladies, not brothels!!"
The last few words were almost shouted out, the sound echoing in the room, making the windowpanes tremble slightly.
Director Lü slammed the photo back onto the table, turned around, put his hands on his hips, and his chest heaved violently.
He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but the restlessness burrowed into his bones like worms, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what he did.
As the executive director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, he could hardly be described as calm and collected.
I haven't had a single good night's sleep since I started planning the show.
I can only lie down at two or three in the morning every day, but my mind is churning like a boiling pot—stage choreography, lighting effects, actor schedules, review process... countless details are spinning like a revolving lantern, and I can't stop thinking about them.
I finally drifted off to sleep, only to be woken up by nightmares before dawn—I dreamt of the audience yelling at me, of the stage collapsing, and of a major accident during the live broadcast.
To know,
Even He Jiong, who is known for his good temper, often lost control and cursed at the actors and rushed the schedule when he was personally directing the filming of "Gardenia in Blossom". His temper was so bad that he seemed like a different person.
Once you become a director, it's hard to control your emotions—this is an ironclad rule in the industry.
As the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, he was responsible for presenting the New Year's Eve dinner to more than a billion viewers across the country, and the coordination was so meticulous that every second had to be repeatedly considered and confirmed.
Even though this is the second time he has given guidance this year, Director Lü's mindset is not relaxed at all; on the contrary, he is even more tense than last year.
Last year's barely successful outcome was both an honor and a shackle.
A group of people are waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
The position of chief director of the Spring Festival Gala is coveted by many.
Director Lü was naturally determined to prove himself.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have personally come to inspect his flagship program, "The Night Banquet of Han Xizai," every few days.
This show is his "own child," his trump card for turning his career around.
He wanted everyone to know that he, Lü, could not only produce excellent Spring Festival Gala programs, but also high-quality programs with cultural depth, artistic merit, and wide reach.
The employees who get yelled at are already used to it.
Every year, the Spring Festival Gala has to do this, no matter which director is in charge.
It was just tough on the staff who planned and arranged the "Night Banquet of Han Xizai" painting; they often gathered together after get off work to complain and whine.
"Director, could you please visit the other crews and give us a break?!"
"That's right, he comes to other groups once a week, but he comes to our group three times a day! He comes in the morning, at noon, and in the evening!"
“I dreamt about him cursing me last night, really, I woke up in a cold sweat.”
Despite the complaints, the work still had to be done.
Because they also knew that among the dozens of programs that had been submitted, their group was the one that Director Lü was most strict with and had the highest hopes for.
Even when he's busy, he still makes time to glance at it, which shows how much pressure they're under.
Little did they know, this was also Director Lü's predicament.
As the youngest director of CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, he sometimes felt helpless when faced with many veteran employees and seasoned veterans.
Those who have worked at the station for ten or twenty years have more seniority and wider connections than him. They are respectful on the surface, but secretly they are disobedient. They will only move if you push them, and they will pretend to be dead if you don't push them.
Moreover, everyone has their own area of expertise.
Language-based programs, dance programs, singing programs, opera programs, acrobatic and magic programs...
There are many varieties and styles.
Although he was the chief director, he was still overwhelmed with other commitments.
Although there is overall oversight, there are still hundreds of programs to be selected and reported. After watching and selecting so many, I've become numb to it all, and sometimes I really can't tell which ones are good and which ones are bad.
But for Director Lü, this program, "The Night Banquet of Han Xizai," was completely different.
First, he is familiar with this product category.
As one of the directors of the "National Treasure" series, he blends traditional cultural elements with modern stage art in his performances.
He had been following this path for several years and was very confident in his abilities.
He knows how to bring "cultural relics" to life, how to make "history" trendy, and how to make young people interested and like them.
Secondly, he came up with the idea for the show.
Other programs are submitted from outside; can your own children be treated the same as other people's children?
The submitted programs, no matter how good, are other people's ideas. If they become popular, it's thanks to the actors and writers, not him.
But "The Night Banquet of Han Xizai" is different—it was something that he, Lü, came up with on a whim, and every step from concept to completion was imbued with his hard work.
He naturally deserves credit for the show's explosive popularity, and he's the one who deserves the most credit.
As for whether it will become popular?
Director Lü wasn't worried at all. After all, Gu Qing was there.
This "pillar of strength" who saved him last year became one of the most talked-about highlights of that year's Spring Festival Gala with his handsome face and a stunning opera performance.
Widely loved by young people, related topics on social media have garnered over 10 billion views, boosting the overall viewership of the Spring Festival Gala among young audiences by several percentage points.
This year, Gu Qing's momentum is unstoppable – the movie "Wolf Warrior 2" was a huge hit, writing a box office legend in film history.
Although he wasn't the main character, his face, his image, and his youthful spirit have been deeply etched into the hearts of the audience.
His vivid and lively appearance on the Spring Festival Gala, like a beautiful lucky doll, was extremely popular with the upper-level leaders.
During the meeting, the leaders specifically praised him, saying, "We should make more use of young people like him and give him important responsibilities."
The thought of Gu Qing calmed Director Lü's irritable mood considerably.
People's aesthetic sense is also different.
When this director was in charge, your show received the most attention and preferential treatment, and even some major offenses were tolerated.
However, when a new director takes over, the censorship criteria also change. What was acceptable yesterday may become a "red line" today.
These things happen from time to time and are not surprising.
But who is Gu Qing?
He was a promising talent personally selected by the renowned director, Mr. Lü!
One became the youngest chief director of the Spring Festival Gala in the same year, and the other became the youngest top celebrity in the entertainment industry in the same year.
This kind of "friendship of the same year" is almost legendary.
Even though Gu Qing improvised during his performance on the Spring Festival Gala, he didn't receive a single harsh word afterward—he just stood by and endured it.
At the time, some colleagues felt that Gu Qing's performance on the spot was "not composed enough," but he patted his chest and assured them that "this is the way young people express themselves, and the audience will like it."
As it turned out, he was right.
Who in the entire TV station doesn't know that Gu Qing is Director Lü's person?
Just like how much effort Director Lü has put into the program "The Night Banquet of Han Xizai",
All the staff in Taiwan knew perfectly well that this man was also Director Lu's "own son," and anyone who dared to neglect him was going against Director Lu.
Even though Gu Qing didn't say anything, all the employees at the station had already automatically labeled him as Director Lü's person.
"What's this kid been up to lately? Has he even finished writing the song yet? He doesn't even bother to send it to me so I don't have to rewrite it if it's taboo."
Director Lü frowned, looking somewhat impatient, and paced back and forth a few steps.
His leather shoes clattered on the floor, making a "thump-thump" sound, as hurried as his mood at that moment.
This kid doesn't even bother to report the progress himself; he has to be the director chasing after him for it.
But then—
His phone rang.
The ringtone was the default one, monotonous and jarring, standing out starkly in the quiet room.
Director Lü, who has been suffering from a nervous breakdown due to constant phone calls lately, has almost developed psychological discomfort.
He gets dozens of calls every day, either urging him to hurry up or reporting problems, or asking for coordination or resources. He gets annoyed just hearing the phone ring.
He suppressed his annoyance and casually glanced at his phone—
He paused, startled.
The words "Gu Qing" were prominently displayed on the screen.
"What a coincidence?"
Director Lü couldn't help but mutter to himself, a slight smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips. "Is he Cao Cao, or am I Cao Cao?"
He couldn't help but smile; it was the first smile he hadn't had in a long time.
The surrounding employees were so shocked by what they saw that their jaws almost dropped—Director Lü actually laughed?
Director Lü ignored their stares, swiped to answer the call, and held the phone to his ear, the smile still lingering on his lips: "Hey, you finally..."
"Brother Lü, I'm sorry, something's happened to me. I might not be able to participate in the rest of the show."
A clear, gentle voice came through the receiver, trembling with obvious guilt, and spoke first, sounding like a child who had done something wrong confessing to their parents.
Director Lü's smile froze on his face.
His mind raced, a multitude of terrifying guesses flashing through his head. He lowered his voice, speaking rapidly, each word seemingly squeezed out between clenched teeth: "You... broke the law?"
In an instant, Director Lü's face turned frighteningly dark.
He turned his head, his gaze almost devouring people. The intense pressure and dark aura around him frightened the surrounding employees into turning their heads and running away.
In just a few seconds, he was all alone.
"No...no, Brother Lü, I wouldn't do something so stupid."
The youthful voice on the other end of the phone explained in a flustered manner, tinged with the panic of being frightened.
Hearing that it wasn't a legal issue,
Director Lü's dark expression softened somewhat, but it was still quite unpleasant, his brows furrowed into a tight knot: "So, were you caught on camera in your private life? Cheating? Pregnancy? Or..."
"No, no, Brother Lü, I'm the one who hit someone..."
As soon as Gu Qing finished speaking—
"Xiao Gu, have you lost your mind?! You dare to hit someone?!"
Director Lü's vision went black, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice involuntarily rose eight octaves, "Do you even know who you are?!"
You are a public figure, a celebrity! Your every move is under scrutiny!
Who did you hit? A paparazzi? A fan? Don't tell me it was an ordinary citizen, or else I'll…
"Brother Lü, no, I hit the director."
Gu Qing hurriedly said, her voice tinged with grievance.
"Director...director? Which director?"
Director Lü was stunned. The anger that was about to burst out of his chest suddenly got stuck in his throat, as if something was blocking it.
Hit the director? Hit the director? This...
"Director Feng Kuzi".
"Feng Kuzi? Is that the guy Xiao Cui was criticizing?"
Director Lü was extremely surprised, and his tone unconsciously became much calmer.
His brain started racing, automatically filling in all sorts of possible scenarios: "Why did you hit him? Was he trying to sexually harass you?"
That's not impossible.
Feng Xiaogang's reputation in the industry is already ruined. He has a long history of taking advantage of his status as a "big director" to grope young actresses.
I never expected him to have such heavy tastes, not even sparing male actors?
“Brother Lü, if he’s trying to sexually harass me, I shouldn’t just hit him, I should fight him to the death right there and then.”
Gu Qing gave a wry smile, her voice tinged with helplessness, and explained in detail, "We went to a Bazaar charity gala tonight, but during the break after the event..."
While I was in a meeting, he was having dinner with many celebrities at a restaurant and forced my sister to dance for him.
I happened to come back and saw this, so I couldn't hold back my anger and beat him up.
"I see." Director Lü's brows relaxed a little, then he asked, "So it was filmed?"
"I wasn't photographed in the private room. Everyone here is a celebrity, so they wouldn't take pictures with their phones."
"That's good, that's good. You scared me to death, kid."
Director Lü breathed a sigh of relief, though he was also drenched in a cold sweat.
He thought his carefully planned program was going to go down the drain, all his hard work, all the sleepless nights he stayed up, all the promises he made to his superiors... all for nothing.
Unexpectedly, it was Gu Qing who went to help.
Forcing someone's older sister to dance, especially when she was away in a meeting, is truly despicable.
Director Lü's expression flashed with disgust and displeasure. It seemed the station was being too lenient with the entertainment industry; how could this old geezer still be able to keep going like this?
"You're pretty tough, kid. You have no sportsmanship and went to beat up an old man. You might have killed him in a few punches."
Director Lü felt even more appreciative of Gu Qing, and said with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of genuine approval, "By the way, how badly are you injured? Just don't let him become disabled and make the news."
"It shouldn't be too heavy. He even scolded me before I left."
Gu Qing paused for a moment, then said, "Brother Lü, although he won't reveal it, I plan to hold a press conference the day after tomorrow."
His voice was filled with indignation, "I know it was wrong of me to hit someone, but I can't accept this."
What gives him the right to do this? Just because he's a famous director? Because he owns a big company? Is he going to retaliate against me? But I'm not afraid!
This matter isn't over until he apologizes to me and my sister. I don't believe he can really twist the truth; all my fans will testify for me!
The voice on the other end of the phone grew louder, filled with the impulsiveness and passion unique to young people: "Brother Lü, I've let you down. I'll withdraw from this program. There are still more than six months until the Spring Festival Gala, so there's still a chance to make amends."
I can't let this drag you down. If they really blacklist me, then I'll retire from the entertainment industry!
His voice choked with emotion by the end, but he stubbornly held on.
If he stumbled upon this news by chance, as an observer, he might exclaim "He has guts!" and admire the young man's courage and sense of responsibility.
In an era where everyone has learned to protect themselves, there aren't many young people who dare to be so "tough."
But, by some chance, this person was Gu Qing.
then,
After hearing the choked, hoarse voice on the other end of the phone, Director Lü's face turned green.
You ran off, what about my show?!
What am I going to do about all the effort I've put in?!
All those sleepless nights, arguments, and promises made to the boss… were they all for nothing?!
"You...you...you're such a fool!"
Director Lü was so angry he wanted to yell, but the sobbing sound on the other end of the phone made him soften his tone and try his best to control his emotions.
"You ruined your career over this. Was it worth it? He just said a few mean words, and you came back and beat him up, didn't you? You actually came out ahead."
He quickly comforted her, saying, "As for those so-called big directors and big companies, as long as you abide by the law and don't do anything morally corrupt—with me here, who would dare to blacklist you?"
You're known as our station's little Lei Feng, what can they possibly do to us?"
His voice carried an undeniable air of authority, "Listen to your brother, don't make things too big."
If you really involve your fans, the situation changes, and you'll find yourself in the wrong even if you're in the right.
"Brother Lü, I..."
"Don't worry, Xiao Gu. Didn't you want to apologize? I'll contact him for you!"
Director Lü's voice suddenly rose, and he cursed, "Little Cui messed with him once, and he still doesn't know how to behave himself."
He actually dared to engage in underhanded tactics and bullying at a charity gala! I think he really wants to die!
After using all his good temper and repeatedly trying to persuade her, he finally heard a sentence from the other end of the phone—
"Okay, Brother Lü, I'll listen to you."
"That's more like it. Don't bother arguing with lousy people, or you'll just get your hands dirty."
Director Lü then smiled and let out a long sigh of relief.
He leaned against the workbench, rubbed his temples, and his voice became gentler: "Okay, you should rest well, get some sleep, and don't think about anything."
The new song is finished. Remember to come to the station for rehearsal. I'll be waiting for your reply.
"Okay, thank you, Brother Lü."
The phone hangs up.
Director Lü put down his phone, stood by the window, and his brows gradually furrowed.
When his good temper ran out, his bad temper naturally came out.
He turned around abruptly, beckoned to an employee who was peeking out from a distance, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Xiao Xu, go find Feng Kuzi's phone number for me and send it to my phone!"
"Okay... okay, Director Lü." Xiao Xu trembled with fright and quickly ran to check.
Director Lü turned his back and walked towards his office, cursing and swearing, his leather shoes making a heavy sound on the floor.
"I'm already exhausted from working on the show all day, and now you're causing me even more trouble. I think you're tired of living!"
This scene has occurred in many places.
The same words, the same emotions, expressed in different ways by different people.
at the same time,
However, the scene is completely different in a certain upscale private hospital.
The corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the white lights made people feel dizzy.
On the sofas in the VIP waiting area sat several artists who had stayed to "look after" the patients. They were both men and women, and all of them wore a subtle, awkward expression on their faces, as if they wanted to leave but dared not.
"How is Director Feng?" a young actor asked in a low voice.
"They've been in the emergency room for a while now, and it feels like their life is hanging in the balance," someone nearby whispered.
"His fate is unknown? That means he's dead!"
Another actress blurted it out, then realized what she had said and quickly covered her mouth.
"Pah! Can't you all use some nice words?! 'Die if your fate is unknown'? Who taught you that?!"
Standing to the side with his hands on his hips, Huang Xiaoming's forehead creased with annoyance upon hearing this. He lowered his voice and glared at them fiercely, looking exhausted and irritable.
He also wanted to leave.
He also felt wronged.
He didn't want to serve this old man who had a temper that was worse than his abilities.
But can he walk? No.
First, there's the matter of face—Feng Kuzi is a senior figure in the industry, and he's worked with him before. If Feng Kuzi leaves, he'll never be able to face anyone again.
Secondly, there's the matter of interests—although Feng Xiaogang is down on his luck now, he still has connections, so what if there are opportunities for cooperation in the future?
Thirdly... he also wanted to see how this matter would end.
Just as the group was exchanging bewildered glances, each lost in their own thoughts, the emergency room door finally opened.
"Doctor! How are you? Are you alright?"
Huang Xiaoming greeted him with delight.
The doctors and nurses filed out, all with strange expressions.
Even though these people are wearing masks, they are all quite well-known, especially the old guy lying inside who keeps groaning and crying out; almost everyone who goes online knows him.
This afternoon's trending topic was "Feng Kuzi's new film release date set," but tonight he was sent to the hospital—who would have thought such a contrast?
What happened?
The doctors' eyes swept over Huang Xiaoming and the others, then they exchanged knowing glances.
As a high-end private hospital, it naturally understands the importance of protecting patient privacy—at least on the surface.
The attending physician took off his mask, revealing a face in his forties, with a serious and businesslike expression: "We just took X-rays and checked, and the patient is fine."
There are just a few minor scratches and soft tissue contusions on my back. Applying some ointment and resting for a while will be fine.
He paused, then added, "Oh, by the way, the patient is quite old. As the old saying goes, 'it takes a hundred days to recover from a bone or tendon injury,' so we need to pay more attention to recovery. But overall, there are no major problems."
"Thank you, doctor. Thank you, doctor."
Master Huang quickly expressed his gratitude.
At this moment, Feng Kuzi was wheeled out by the nurse.
He lay half-reclined on the hospital bed, with a pillow behind his back. His face was ashen, his lips were pale, and he looked like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on.
From the moment he saw Huang Xiaoming and his entourage, his eyes blazed with fury.
Upon entering the VIP ward, the door slammed shut—a surge of overwhelming anger and rage erupted instantly, like a flood bursting its banks.
The group led by Huang Xiaoming were the first to be criticized and suffered the most.
"You guys just stood by and watched that bastard beat me up?!"
Feng Kuzi's voice was so loud that the whole floor could hear him. He slammed his fist on the edge of the bed, making the water glass on the bedside table shake. "A bunch of grown men, and you can't even hold back a twenty-year-old?! What are you all good for?!"
"Hit him! Beat him up!!"
"Is there no justice left?! Is there no law left?!"
He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his face flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, and the injury on his back aggravated him, causing him to hiss and gasp for breath.
His face paled, but he continued cursing the next second, it was more exciting than a theatrical performance.
Huang Xiaoming stood in front of the hospital bed, a polite but awkward smile on his face, but inwardly he was furious: What? How am I supposed to have diarrhea?
If we really hit Gu Qing, how good can things be for us?
But all he could say was, "Director Feng, please calm down, calm down, your health is the most important thing..."
"Get rid of your mother's anger!"
Feng Kuzi didn't buy it at all, "You bunch of cowards! Useless trash! You just stood by and watched me get beaten up?! Are you even men?!"
Several artists who kindly stayed behind to "look after" the artists also suffered, and were severely criticized.
One actress was so scolded that her eyes turned red, and she lowered her head, not daring to say a word.
These people all had the same idea,
I didn't get any benefits and I was also scolded terribly.
He wished Gu Qing would come back again and beat that old bastard into silence!
The room was completely silent, except for the occasional gasps and curses from Feng Kuzi, which were incredibly unpleasant to hear.
The viciousness and vulgarity of the insults were an eye-opener for everyone present—it turned out that the great director had used his "literary skills" on this.
Fortunately at this moment—
"Director Feng... your phone is ringing."
Zhong Chuxin walked over cautiously, holding the constantly buzzing and vibrating cell phone in her hands.
She wore a dark green dress and had exquisite makeup tonight, but her expression was awkward.
"It's been ringing for a long time, from many different people, but I haven't dared to answer it."
Her voice was soft and tinged with fear.
"Showing off! If you had jumped this morning, would I have gotten beaten up?!"
Feng Kuzi snatched the phone away and berated Zhong Chuxin until her face turned red and then blue. She lowered her head, stepped aside, and dared not say another word.
Feng Kuzi looked down at his phone screen—
Caller ID: Wang Zhonglei Brothers.
"Good, good, it has to be my brother. He must have come to comfort me."
Feng Kuzi's ashen face improved considerably, and he even managed a stiff smile.
He glanced up at Huang Jiaozhu and the others, snorted coldly, and declared, "You all just watch as I kill this little bastard!"
An actor hit a director.
He was beating a director of his caliber.
If Gu Qing continues to exist in this circle, then Feng Kuzi's name will be written backwards!
"Hey, Zhong Lei, it's me—"
Feng Kuzi took a deep breath, gathered his emotions, and prepared to play the victim.
But he had barely opened his mouth—
"Xiao Gang, are you trying to get us killed?!"
What came from the other end of the phone was not condolences or concern, but a burst of angry outbursts.
The sound was so loud that even the others in the ward could faintly hear it, and Feng Kuzi's eardrums were ringing.
"Huh?! You want us two brothers to die with you? Just say so! Is it really necessary to do something like this?!"
Mr. Wang's voice carried an almost hysterical anger, and also... fear.
That kind of fear can't be faked; it's a tremor that comes from the depths of one's soul when one truly realizes that "disaster is imminent."
Feng Kuzi was stunned.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something.
"Brother Zhong Lei, what...what are you saying?"
"Who the hell is your brother! I'd kill you right now!!"
Young Master Wang's voice rose another notch, almost roaring, "Are you crazy for women?! Making that woman dance for you in front of Gu Qing? I'll fucking swear!! Why don't you just have your mom dance for you?!"
Feng Kuzi: "..."
His face turned pale and then green, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled involuntarily, as if he had been slapped.
His mind was in complete chaos.
Why would the Zhong Lei brothers react like this?
Shouldn't he be on my side? Isn't he the boss of Huayi?
Why would I be afraid of a minor celebrity?
"Young actor, do you even know who's standing behind Gu Qing?!"
Mr. Wang's voice continued, filled with a frustrated and indignant tone, "Do you even know which platforms are behind him?! Do you know how many projects he can bring to a standstill with just one phone call?!"
You dared to mess with him without knowing anything?! Are you really tired of living, or are you just pretending?!
"Let me tell you, my phone has been ringing off the hook."
Tencent, Alibaba, Baidu, Huangguo, Moon, Dongfang... even luxury brands like Bulgari are asking us why we're bullying their spokespeople!
How am I supposed to answer that?! Huh?!
"You caused this mess, so clean it up yourself! Don't drag us into it!"
"I'll give you one last friendly reminder: get over there and apologize to Gu Qing right now. The last person to call me was the Kyoto headquarters!"
"They're asking us if we're some kind of damn criminal gang!!"
A loud "smack" came from the other end of the phone—Mr. Wang had smashed his phone.
The call has ended.
Feng Kuzi stood frozen in place, holding his phone, like a stone statue.
His face was as white as paper, the muscles at the corners of his mouth were still trembling, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
He wanted to say something, but his lips trembled for a long time and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioner vents.
Huang and the others looked at each other, all stunned.
Although they didn't hear exactly what Mr. Wang said,
But judging from Feng Kuzi's horrified expression, things were far more complicated than they had imagined.
Gu Qing, whom they thought would be "blacklisted," "hidden," or "disappeared,"
It seems... nothing will happen?
A twenty-year-old boy beat up a famous director in his fifties—and the one who was scolded, threatened, and "cut off" was actually the famous director.
When did the world become like this?
The artists looked at each other, and they all saw the same emotion in each other's eyes—regret.
"I should have helped Gu Qing!"
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...(End of this chapter)