Sure enough, the characters of the people in this parallel world are no different from their previous lives.
Zhang Hong rubbed his forehead and squatted in front of her: "How will you die today?"
This girl's name is Lin Muqing. She is one year younger than Zhang Hong. She is 23 years old and has just graduated one year ago.
The two families live across from each other, so technically they can be considered childhood sweethearts.
Before Zhang Hong's parents got off work, he opened the door of the house, and Lin Muqing followed him in as a matter of course.
Zhang Hong looked back.
Hei Changzhi, who was almost eye level with him, was wearing a light green vest, a knee-length pleated skirt and tights and leather boots.
But now her body is covered in ashes from lying on the ground, as well as the red paint she used to pretend to be dead.
Seeing Zhang Hong turn around, she tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and said with a naturally cold voice, "Probably due to poisoning and vomiting blood."
As she spoke, she raised her arm and wiped the red paint from her face.
"You are so old and you are still like a child." Zhang Hong was too lazy to talk to her and went back to the room to read the script.
To be honest, when facing her, Zhang Hong still had a little inferiority complex that he was not even aware of.
Lin Muqing is one year younger than herself. In her previous life, her grades have always been number one in the city since she started school.
Moreover, she is beautiful and talented. She plays go, erhu, guzheng, and piano at a professional level.
I just don’t know why she didn’t go to 985 when she took the college entrance examination. Instead, she went to the local Shuangfei Yiben and became her school girl.
So although they had a good relationship, Zhang Hongdu had been avoiding her since she was in high school.
But looking at it now, even in this parallel world, she doesn't intend to let herself go.
Do you really like to show off your superiority to yourself?
Sure enough, Lin Muqing opened Zhang Hong's bedroom door as if she were at home, and then she casually sat on Zhang Hong's bed and looked at him sitting at his computer desk.
"Why are you back so early today?"
"Something happened to the crew. One of the assistant directors was hospitalized. Now the crew can only rely on me to support it." Zhang Hong casually opened the script he got back without looking back, "I plan to change the script."
He suddenly raised his head: "By the way, you..."
After a pause, he gave up: "Forget it, you studied finance and you can't understand the script."
Lin Muqing bit her lower lip gently, her slender fingers gripped the sheets tightly, and her little leather boots kept touching the ground: "I know you are a great talent who graduated from Beijing Film Academy, but I, who graduated from Beijing University, can't compare to you, right?"
Zhang Hong paused his fingers slightly.
Jingying? Jingda?
Is this the difference in parallel worlds?
He didn't reply, but read the script carefully.
This actually also involves an escape mentality.
The gap was already big enough, but now the other person is a graduate of Beijing University, and he claims to be a graduate of Beijing Film University, but after time travel, he has no memory of that part at all.
To be honest, he is actually an ordinary social worker who has graduated several years ago.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Hei Changzhi, who was sitting by the bed, pursed his lips and asked, "What's wrong with your crew? You can always tell me this."
Zhang Hong rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "We broke up with the man. He is the investor behind him. Now he is probably going to withdraw his capital."
"Withdraw capital?" Lin Muqing's eyes lit up, "How about I invest in you?"
Zhang Hong glanced back at her, and his eyes were focused on the graceful curves of her legs under her skirt and wrapped in pantyhose for less than a second, and then he immediately looked away: "Your family is a working-class family like mine.
, it’s only been a year since graduation, have you saved enough 10,000 yuan? Give it to me to invest..."
Before he could say anything, Lin Muqing took out his phone and pointed it at him: "Is that enough?"
Zhang Hong looked carefully and found that what was displayed on the screen was mobile banking.
The current balance inside is... Anyway, it starts with three and is followed by a string of zeros.
"Three million, is that enough?" Lin Muqing's naturally cold voice contained a little happiness.
Zhang Hong was shocked. He had never seen so many zeros in his life.
"What on earth did you do?"
After asking Zhang Hong, his expression became very serious: "We can't do anything illegal."
But to be honest, if you want to make so much money, a beautiful girl from an ordinary family will not be able to make so much money in one year unless she goes live and deceives a few people who embezzle public funds.
"These are all the New Year's money I have saved since childhood." Lin Muqing's face turned cold.
She snorted coldly: "I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary girl next door and my childhood sweetheart, but it seems you can't accept it."
She shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, and paired with her exquisite expressionless face, she had a strange sense of cuteness: "It's time to show off, I won't pretend anymore. In fact, I am a rich second generation."
"..." Zhang Hong said expressionlessly, "Then why do you live in the same community as me?"
You must know that this is a 20-year-old community with a total of four buildings, each building has seven units, and each unit has seven floors and fourteen households.
There's not even an elevator.
If this girl is a rich second generation, how come she lives in the same community as me?
"Because it was in the past twenty years that my father's business started. This is the house he bought before he became rich. They were afraid that I would become that kind of pampered second-generation waste, so they didn't let me know about it until I was sixteen.
."
The girl in long straight black pantyhose shook her phone: "It was also at that time that they gave me the New Year's money they used to keep for me, and I have saved so much now."
The string of zeros on it is really eye-catching.
"If that's the case..." Zhang Hongmo rubbed his chin, "Could it be that I am also a rich second generation? It was just to test me, so my parents didn't tell me the truth?"
His family has not been wealthy since he was a child, and his parents are both over fifty and still working in other places.
Even if he tried to persuade them to come back and take care of themselves after working, they were still unwilling, saying that he wanted to give Zhang Hongduo some money to get a wife and buy a house.
Could it be that they are actually just hiding it from themselves?
Unable to move his heart, Zhang Hong decisively took out his cell phone and dialed his father's number!
Soon, the call was connected.
"Hey! Dad!"
"What's wrong? You want to transfer money to me again? I told you that you can just save your salary yourself. We have room and board at the work unit, so we don't need much money."
The father's voice over there was calm and a little tired.
Zhang Hong suddenly felt sad.
I have obviously been working for two years, but my parents still have to work outside...
He clenched his fists subconsciously, but his voice did not fluctuate: "Dad, if you can't, you should come back with your mother. You can always buy a house or something, and it's not like you can't live in an old house..."
"No need." The dad over there laughed, and Zhang Hong could hear that there was a little bit of relief in his laughter, "Just take care of yourself. If nothing happens, I'll hang up."
After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Hong changed the subject like a joke: "By the way, Dad, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was a rich second generation. In fact, you and my mother have been testing me since I grew up. In fact, our family is special.
There's money to be had."
The dad over there chuckled: "I told your grandfather the same thing when I was young, and now I will pass his answer to you intact."
Zhang Hong: "What?"
Dad: "Remember to exercise more so that you can sleep until dawn when you are tired and daydream less."
Zhang Hong: "..."
"Okay, if it's okay, I'll hang up first."
"Um......"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hong sighed and said to Lin Muqing: "You should keep this money for yourself. I'm a little tired and I have to go to the hospital to see Director Sun tomorrow, so you should go back quickly.
"
With that said, he pushed Lin Muqing out of the house and closed the security door.
Lin Muqing curled her lips and said, "Anyway, just think of me as investing in you. How about I go to your crew to help you manage it? I graduated from the School of Business Administration of Peking University." Zhang Hong pushed her into the door of her house.
Then Zhang Hong decisively turned around and closed his security door, leaving only an iron door for her.
"Tsk." Lin Muqing clicked her tongue, regained her cold expression and slammed the door.
Seeing her entering the house from the peephole, Zhang Hong sat down slowly with his back against the security door.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.
In the smoke, his face was hidden in the shadows and he said nothing.
For such a perfect and outstanding girl, it is impossible to say that he has never had any idea.
But...the gap is too big.
It's better not to get involved in the future.
Anyway...it's destined to be fruitless.
............
In a luxurious office of more than 500 square meters, a handsome middle-aged man in a suit frowned and hung up the phone.
He glanced at the information on his computer that had just been sent by his subordinates and muttered to himself.
"This kid...could he have discovered something?"
After thinking about it, he dialed his wife's phone number.
"Hello? Wife? My son called me just now. He asked me if our family is very rich. He is actually a rich second generation. Didn't you tell him secretly?"
"Didn't you say that the boy should be raised poor? You also said that you were afraid that he would learn the bad habits of the second generation, so you asked him to work hard in society for a few years and then come back to inherit the family property."
"It's not you? That's weird. What has our son done recently? Is his crew going to be a star? I just say he can just find a job. He was going to take the Film and Television Academy entrance examination and you still agreed softly! Wan
What should we do if he really becomes a great director? It’s not like you don’t know the customs in the entertainment industry, what should we do if our son learns to be bad?"
"Huh? Did you have a falling out with the investor? I remember that Jimei Culture, which invested in their crew, is a subsidiary of your group, right? Then have a complete falling out and let him know that you are not the material!"
"Huh? You said that his production team sent information to the entertainment company you work for? Is our son a bad learner? He actually learned how to video and record to threaten you?!"
"I have already said that a businessman must be conscientious. We fought too hard in the past and offended too many people, so after giving birth to Xiaohong, we divided the company and listed it in an attempt to keep a low profile! What happened to this child now?
Are you so naughty? You are so petty and so naughty!"
"No! Wife! I really don't blame you! It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"
"Okay, okay! I'll find a way! I definitely won't make Xiaohong's TV series famous!"
"Don't worry!"
After hanging up the phone, the handsome old man leaned on the boss's chair, turned his head and looked at the bloody sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in memories.
Twenty-five years ago, Zhang Hong’s grandfather said to him very guiltily:
"Son, dad can't let you work in the fields anymore. Come back and inherit the family business."
He had just returned from planting rice in the fields, and his trouser legs were still covered in mud. He was stunned.
From that day on, he was forced to abandon his youth, inherit his family property, lose his dream, and get a garage.
He has never tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the sweetness and bitterness of life.
He was desperate.
He felt that his life was over.
A few years later, Zhang Hong was born.
From then on, he put all his expectations on Zhang Hong.
He hoped that Zhang Hong would not lose hope in life like him.
Looking at the sunset, he murmured to himself: "Son, my father's dreams are all on you... The pain that your parents have experienced must not be allowed to be experienced again!"
In order to realize the dream of an ordinary office worker, to prevent his son from being led astray and turning into a second-generation waste, and for his son to have a complete life, he must prevent his son from developing in the dirty entertainment industry!
Now it seems that the battle plan of "stuffing junk meat into Zhang Hong's crew and causing the film's word-of-mouth ratings to crash" has failed.
But this is just the beginning!
The "Second Zhang Hong Sniper Battle" officially begins from this moment on!
PS: Meng is new to writing a book for the first time, please collect it~Please vote for recommendation~o(╥﹏╥)o