The other party either said nothing or suddenly made a request, which made him feel that he lacked basic respect. Besides, at 10 o'clock in the evening, shouldn't he go to bed at this time?
"It's hard to confirm the time of the photographer and reporter, so the time can't be changed. Let's hurry up. It's best to arrive an hour early, because we still have to put on makeup and edit the manuscript." Wang Wei said.
Qu Mingcong replied in annoyance: "Okay, let's find a place to eat and go directly after eating."
Wang Wei also sighed upset: "Oh, I won't take this kind of order next time."
Qu Mingcong said: "Take it, 120,000."
For the sake of money, this grievance is nothing.
…
At ten o'clock in the evening, Xianghai City is still bustling with traffic.
Tower A of Fu Shing Building is brightly lit.
Qu Mingcong and Wang Wei waited for a long time in the decorated interview room. Tong Yuan arrived late after putting on makeup.
Two assistants followed Tong Yuan, and when Tong Yuan sat down on the single sofa chair, one assistant adjusted his collar, and the other adjusted his hairstyle, as if serving a noble gentleman who could not take care of himself.
The photographer stood behind the camera and auditioned for more than ten seconds, letting Yang Xin take a look. Yang Xin said that the light was too strong, so they adjusted the light on the spot.
Qu Mingcong was tired of waiting, and Yang Xin finally nodded, and the entire interview officially began.
The manuscript is prepared in advance, and everyone knows what to ask and what to answer.
The reporter asked: "Something happened recently that made you very distressed, didn't it?"
The light shone on Tong Yuan's fair face, showing a bit of fragility and melancholy. He lowered his head slightly, spoke in a low voice, and his voice was appropriately hoarse: "Yes, I didn't want everyone to worry together, so I
I never said it, but I didn’t expect that the other party’s behavior would become more and more... break through my bottom line."
The reporter asked: "I heard it has something to do with fan letters, right?"
Tong Yuan nodded slightly, "Last year... I received the first email. I didn't pay attention at first, but soon I received the second... then the third, and then the fourth. I felt something was wrong and discussed it with my agent.
Next, she hired a bodyguard for me and had a dedicated driver to pick me up when traveling to ensure my safety as much as possible."
Reporter: "Bodyguard? That means you think those letters have begun to threaten your personal safety?"
Tong Yuan's expression showed pain, "I'm not sure...the contents of those letters are very strange, they are everywhere like ghosts, and the distance is getting closer and closer. I hope I just think too much, but then I received the fifth letter."
Letter, the sixth letter..."
Qu Mingcong, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned. There were only five letters in the information he saw, and there was no sixth one.
Reporter: "I also read those letters just now. The contents are indeed horrifying. It seems that you are being targeted by a paranoid fan. We have no way of knowing what the other person wants to do. It is only natural for you to be afraid. Don't worry."
There is a burden. So I would like to ask you, after you have been silent for so long, why do you suddenly want to speak out and make this matter public?"
Tong Yuan slowly raised his head so that the camera could better capture his handsome facial contours.
He replied in a low voice: "During this period, many fans are concerned about my condition. I feel sorry for causing everyone to worry for so long. I recently received psychological treatment and hope that I can become stronger. My manager also decided to investigate this matter."
In order to avoid causing unnecessary speculation during the investigation process, I want to tell everyone about this matter."
Reporter: "It seems that this incident has indeed had a great impact on you. So, does it have something to do with the fact that you were a big name and spoke rudely to the staff before?"
Tong Yuan faced the camera and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, my state was really bad during that time. I was often irritable, suspicious, and in a trance... But this is not an excuse for me to evade responsibility. Regarding what happened last time, I
I want to say sorry to all the fans who love and care about me, I have let you down."
Reporter: "I believe fans will understand you. How will you investigate next? Will you take legal measures?"
Tong Yuan inhaled slowly and nodded firmly, "Yes, I want to get out of this haze. If necessary, I will take legal measures, but I believe that before that, my investigators will solve the problem perfectly.
He has a rigorous personality and quick thinking, and any clues will be hidden in front of him."
Qu Mingcong: “…………”
You're obviously not familiar with him, but you suddenly praise him so smoothly, and yet he doesn't stutter at all?
Wang Wei pushed him with his elbow and winked at him, wishing he could be more excited than he himself.
Qu Mingcong felt bored and gave him a cold look.
Tong Yuan and the reporter over there chatted back and forth for a while, and then it was Qu Mingcong's turn to be interviewed.
The light dazzled his eyes and made his forehead feel hot. He couldn't believe that Tong Yuan could sit here so calmly and accept the interview just now.
Fortunately, he didn't have many lines, only a very simple paragraph, and the interview was completed quickly.
Sister Yang, who had been staring at the audience, called Tong Yuan back, asked him to sit on the sofa, and added a few close-ups of the side.
Qu Mingcong doesn't have this problem. Anyway, if the video is sent to post-production, his picture will be blurred, leaving only the sound.
He patiently waited until the interview was over and finally found an opportunity. He stopped Yang Xin and said, "Ms. Yang, when will the relevant physical evidence be handed over to us? I need to see the physical objects before I can start the investigation."
Yang Xin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said politely: "You can just contact Xiaoqu later. You have worked hard tonight, go back and have a good rest."
After saying that, she was about to leave, but Qu Mingcong could not be dismissed easily. He stopped in front of her and refused to give way.
"Ms. Yang, I need someone who can handle this matter. Xiaoqu can help, but he can't make the final decision on many things," he said.
Yang Xin stopped, narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at him seriously, then raised the corners of her mouth and smiled meaningfully.
"Okay..." She took out a business card from her purse and handed it to Qu Mingcong, "This is my private number. If you feel it is necessary, you can call me at this number."
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Qu Mingcong felt that her tone seemed to emphasize the word "private" intentionally.
He took the business card.
Yang Xin patted his chest gently and said with a smile: "Goodbye, Mr. Qu."
Qu Mingcong: “…………”
The woman swayed away.
Qiao Yueying snorted coldly on the phone.
Qu Mingcong came back to his senses and asked her: "What are you humming?"
Qiao Yueying: "Humph, man."
Qu Mingcong: "…………………………"
Qiao Yueying: "Are you feeling guilty? Do you have nothing to say?"
Qu Mingcong couldn't laugh or cry, "Why am I guilty? I stopped her because I wanted to find someone who could take responsibility, so that I wouldn't be unable to find someone to take over the work during the subsequent investigation."
"I think Miss Yang doesn't think so." Qiao Yueying said sourly, "I even gave you my personal number~"
Qu Mingcong said amusedly: "What's the use of a private number? Aren't you still living in my private phone?"
Qiao Yueying: "…………"
Qu Mingcong picked up the phone and looked at it. She was blushing inside.
Qu Mingcong smiled, "I'm thin-skinned and like to say weird things."
