After Li Shanqi blew himself up, the atmosphere in the private room suddenly became stiff.
Finally, it was Zhang Hong who broke the silence.
His expression was serious and he asked very solemnly: "Yamazaki, can you introduce your works?"
Then he received the silent gaze of everyone present.
Especially a certain young lady with long black hair and straight hair, she even started to shake her legs.
Zhang Hong quickly made amends: "No, I have no other intention. I just want to see your photography skills through your past works."
Lin Muqing gave him an elbow kick on the waist.
"Well... Fuso doesn't sell pirated discs, and in our country of China, they are still not allowed to be imported." Li Shanqi replied subconsciously, and then immediately reacted, "No! Brother Hong
, I really can’t do it!”
The reaction just now was purely based on my previous professional habits.
At that time, my friends in Fuso knew that he was in this business and often asked him to help buy CDs.
He has become accustomed to it.
Zhang Hong fell into deep thought.
He is thinking.
Well, actually he was thinking of bad ideas.
In the past, he was as white as paper, a Buddhist figure.
That's because he had no expectations for the future. At the age of twenty-three, he saw himself at sixty.
So he lives like a plant.
Don't offend anyone, don't help anyone, don't like anyone, don't hate anyone.
But it's different now.
He saw the hope of taking off and found the motivation to make money, so...he stopped being a "vegetative".
He wants to be a bad guy.
Rubbing his chin, Zhang Hong suddenly changed the subject and asked a question: "Yamazaki, have you told anyone else in the country about your job as a young cinematographer? For example, your parents, relatives, or old classmates."
Li Shanqi smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Hong, stop making trouble. How can you say such a thing? I still want to face it."
If Zhang Hong hadn't asked in a hurry this time, and if he really wanted to make up for the broken friendship between the two, he wouldn't have said it.
"That's it~~~" Zhang Hong's tone fluctuated inexplicably, making people feel particularly yin and yang.
Then he asked another question: "Does your hair salon need you to keep an eye on it at all times?"
"This is not necessary. I only do hair for a few old customers now, and they usually require an appointment. I only go to the shop occasionally." Li Shanqi was very vigilant, "Brother Hong, it's useless to say this.
, even if I quit working in the hair salon, I wouldn’t be able to become a photographer again.”
"I'm afraid it's not up to you." Zhang Hong smiled, life or death was uncertain.
Since this hair salon will not collapse if Li Shanqi leaves, Zhang Hong has nothing to worry about.
From now on, he will be a bad man who focuses on making money.
And Li Shanqi is exactly the talent he needs.
Mainly because other talents can’t be found.
Zhang Hong took out his mobile phone and opened the address book and WeChat group one by one: "Let me show you a baby~~ Yamazaki, look at what this is~~~"
The address book contains the contact information of Li Shanqi's parents.
WeChat group is a WeChat group of high school classmates.
Not only were all the classmates in the group, but their class teachers were also present.
Li Shanqi seemed to notice something: "Brother Hong, what do you want to do?"
Zhang Hong smiled evilly: "Guess~~"
Li Shanqi's eyes became frightened: "Brother Hong, Brother Hong! You are my brother! Don't be impulsive!"
"Impulsive? I'm so high right now!" Zhang Hong's lips turned to the back of his head, "Even Jesus can't stop me! I said so!"
Li Shanqi's expression suddenly turned resentful: "Brother Hong, you have changed. You were not like this before... How did my melancholy, aloof and handsome male god, Brother Hong, become like this?"
Zhang Hong's eyes were deep and his voice was low and magnetic: "Yamazaki, people will change, especially after being severely beaten by society. Just like you, you are obviously an aspiring young man who stayed up all night to study photography skills.
, how can you give up your ideals and run back to the development salon in despair?"
And what a scam hair salon!
The whole small pink lamp and frosted glass turned out to be so formal!
Men who deceive others' feelings do not deserve sympathy!
Li Shanqi smiled bitterly: "Brother Hong, I thought you understood me. After all, you were the man who said to me that 'all romantic fantasies about the industry essentially stem from ignorance of the industry.' If you had
I just listen to you."
He was apologizing tactfully.
Zhang Hong started to play the emotional card, and his tone suddenly became particularly deep: "No, I was actually quite envious of you at the time. After all, you had your own dreams, but I was still looking for my dreams at the time."
"But then I understood that longing is the emotion furthest from understanding. So now I have no emotions. And I have also found my dream."
He Zhang just wants to make money, then marry Bai Fumei, change his family and life, and then successfully reach the peak of his life.
Li Shanqi was filled with grief and anger: "Brother Hong, how can you let me go?"
Don't tell anyone about being a young cinematographer in Fuso! He doesn't want to die socially...
"Son, it's not that I let you go, but that you have to let yourself go." Zhang Hong held his shoulders like a saint and guided him. "It's difficult for people who carry too much historical baggage to move on."
Li Shanqi continued to sigh: "But Brother Hong, you must not understand... what I went through in Fuso."
"Then tell me, how will I know if you don't tell me?" Zhang Hong suddenly switched from the literary mode to the normal mode.
Li Shanqi glanced at the other strangers, opened his mouth and said nothing.
Zhang Hong encouraged: "Speak out, Brother Hong, I guess you have been feeling depressed for a long time. Don't get sick from being depressed. Don't worry, we are all our own people here. From now on, everyone will be a tired companion, no one else."
It will be spread out."
He turned around and asked, "You think so?"
Everyone nodded together (except Lin Muqing): "That's right! We didn't hear anything! We don't know anything!"
They just want to eat melon!
Maybe some of them have other ideas, such as Lin Chuan...
"Yes! You can tell by the look in our eyes that we are all upright people! Compared with Brother Hong, we are as innocent as a blank slate." Lin Chuan was just and awe-inspiring, "Brother Yamazaki, can you add a WeChat friend? I don't have one.
I mean, I'm just curious about your works. Uh-huh..."
After Lin Muqing received a "mountain collapse blow", Lin Chuan could not get up again.
Li Shanqi's mental defense was about to be broken through.
He sighed again and said, "Don't laugh at me."
Zhang Hong nodded: "Don't worry, it won't happen. No matter how funny it is, we won't laugh."
"Is there any smoke?"
"Yes." Zhang Hong took out a cigarette and handed him one, then lit it for him himself.
By the way, Zhang Hong also took one in his mouth.
However, a hand stretched out from beside him, pulled the cigarette away and threw it away. At the same time, he also threw away the pack of cigarettes that Zhang Honggang had put on the table along with the lighter.
Zhang Hong turned around and met Lin Muqing's cold and disgusting eyes.
Lin Muqing frowned: "I hate the smell of cigarettes."
Zhang Hong shrugged: "I will quit smoking in the future, but definitely not now."
"No more." Lin Muqing looked disgusted. He took out a lollipop from his bag, pulled off the paper and stuffed it into his mouth. He turned his head away from him and just played with his hair on his temples. "Quit it. I
Hate the smell of cigarette smoke.”
Zhang Hong nodded, took the cigarette from Li Shanqi's mouth and put it out in the ashtray: "In the future, no one in the team will be allowed to smoke in front of Director Lin."
Li Shanqi was stunned for a long time and sighed: "Okay, but I won't join. Brother Hong, please promise me that if I really say it, you will let me go."
"Okay." Zhang Hong was very sincere, "If you tell me, I won't tell your uncles, aunts, and old classmates that you were a young cinematographer."
"Then I said it, don't be afraid." Li Shanqi seemed to be recalling something, his expression became very distorted.
"That was the nightmare of my life. You know, for small movies, sometimes you need to get closer to shoot."
"Then that time... I didn't avoid the actor's behavior. It was all over his face and on the camera. I resigned and came back."
All the male colleagues present were stunned for a moment, and then understood in seconds.
Everyone looked at each other and looked at Li Shanqi strangely.
Lin Muqing raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Bai Xueye was confused: "Ah? That's it? What do you mean?"
"Children don't need to know." Zhang Hong replied, and then patted Li Shanqi on the shoulder sympathetically, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Then he wiped his hands on Li Shanqi's clothes very naturally.
Li Shanqi: "..."
He smiled with relief: "Don't say it, I feel a lot better after I said it."
He feels as refreshed now as if he had just put on a new pair of underwear on the morning of the first day of the new year.
It's similar to the feeling of "Ah, nothing matters anymore, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of anymore".
"Brother Hong, you won't tell anyone, right?"
"Silly boy, when did Brother Hong lie to you? Of course I won't tell you that you were a young film director. But..."
Zhang Hong smiled slightly and turned over the phone that was face down on the table.
It shows that it is recording and has been recording for ten minutes.
"But if you don't join, then I will be sad. When I feel sad, I am afraid. Yamazaki, do you understand?"