The reason was that he needed to rest in the hospital and it was an eyesore to Zhang Hong.
In fact, Zhang Hong felt that he was jealous of his handsomeness and his black hair.
He planned to go home and sort out the script first, and then go to the crew in the afternoon to wait for Luo Jun to come over, and also see how the original second female lead on the crew was doing.
But as soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he saw the long black cat sitting straight at the door of his house, with his head tilted and his eyes closed, and red liquid was dripping from his head.
"What's the way to die this time?" Zhang Hong glared with dead eyes, his tone unwavering, "Being shot in the head by someone eight hundred miles away?"
"That's not right." Lin Muqing opened his eyes and corrected his mistake, "I knocked on the door desperately but no one opened the door, so I couldn't think of anything and banged my head on the door, killing myself."
Zhang Hong: "..."
Who the hell would want to die in this way?
"I won again this time." Lin Muqing got up, expressionlessly took out a small notebook from his pocket and started recording.
Zhang Hong went over to open the door, and the fragrance that floated into his nose made him almost sneeze.
Out of the corner of his eye, he still saw what was written in the notebook.
【2:0】
"What is this?" Zhang Hong turned around and asked after the door opened. Lin Muqing had already squeezed into the room, "Oh! Why are you here with me if you don't go back to your own home?"
"Wash away the blood stains." Lin Muqing, who had already run into the bathroom, revealed his head, with long black hair that could be used to advertise shampoo without any special effects hanging down like a waterfall, "Also, that is the number of deaths, you didn't even guess it once
The right way to die."
After saying that, her head retreated into the bathroom.
Zhang Hongcai was speechless.
Your weird way of death could be guessed by ghosts...
A few minutes later, after washing his face and washing his hair, Lin Muqing came out and wiped his hair: "Where is the hair dryer? And why does your face towel smell like cigarette smoke? It's really disgusting."
"..." Zhang Hong lit up a cigarette and stared with dead eyes, "Using someone else's face towel to wipe your hair...it's so disgusting."
"..." Lin Muqing did not reply, but sat on the sofa one meter away from Zhang Hong, wiping her hair silently.
Her face was covered by a towel, and her expression could not be seen at all.
The atmosphere fell into a bewildering silence.
After a while, Lin Muqing's clear voice broke the silence: "I used to hate you."
Zhang Hong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You hate me? Would a beautiful girl like you care about an ordinary person like me?"
"Do you think you are an ordinary person?" Hei Changzhi turned his face slightly and raised his hand to tuck his long, straight hair behind his ears. "You are just as disgusting as those 'other people's children'."
Yes, Zhang Hong is "other people's child" to her.
Since childhood.
Ever since I never met Zhang Hong.
Every time she does well in exams, improves her sports scores, and makes any achievements, her parents will say: "It's a good job, but it's a pity. It would be great if she could catch up with Xiaohong."
When she didn't do a good job, they would say: "Look at Xiaohong, look at you, why can't you learn more from me?"
Yes, Zhang Hong's existence was like a big mountain pressing on her back.
No matter what he does, Zhang Hong is better than her.
In elementary school and junior high school, she was always the second youngest.
In order to avoid this "childhood sweetheart" with whom she had never spoken in high school, Lin Muqing even begged her parents to transfer to another key high school.
She finally passed the exam and ranked first in her grade.
But the number one in the city is still Zhang Hong.
From then on, this person became a shadow in her heart.
However, since she entered college, she has also understood that the so-called "other people's children" are just "other people's children".
Zhang Hong in reality is not necessarily the perfect neighbor kid his parents say he is.
So she wanted to get in touch and see what kind of person this person was.
But he didn't know how to contact him, so he tried to test Zhang Hong by "pretending to be dead and guessing he was dead".
If he thinks he is crazy, or ignores him completely.
Forget it, there is no need to get to know a stranger.
But I didn't expect that this was a familiar guy.
And his character looks...more like a young man who has been ordinary since he was a child.
But Lin Muqing felt good.
She only appreciates geniuses who don't have the arrogance of geniuses more.
At the very least... he looks more like a real person, rather than the "perfect template" others say he has.
Although she said that he was as disgusting as the kind of school girl who said "it's not good" even though she got full marks in the exam, she thought she could tell whether he was sincere or just pretending.
But that’s what makes people so talented.
He obviously plays the piano well, but he claims that he only knows a little bit about it.
He is obviously very good at Erhu, but he says he only knows a little bit.
Although his academic performance is particularly good, he says that he has no talent and just works a little harder than others.
The key is that he actually thinks so.
And he also took action.
Although my academic performance is so good, why should I go to any film and television school?
He is obviously very handsome, but he wants to learn directing...
Maybe Lin Muqing was envious.
After all, what he can do is impossible for him to do.
Fighting for a dream or something...
Hei Changzhi suddenly raised his head: "Your dream is to make a shocking movie or TV series so that you can leave your name in history?"
"No." Zhang Hong sighed, "I'm not interested in these at all."
In his previous life, what bothered him most was the entertainment industry.
No, I can’t say it’s annoying, at least it’s quite enjoyable to eat melon.
"Then what is your dream?" Hei Changzhi Shao... I can't say that I am a girl, after all, I am already twenty-three years old.
The long-haired black girl felt a little curious.
What is this guy’s dream who has been “someone else’s kid” since he was a child?
change the world?
Leave a name in history?
Or do you dream of becoming an ordinary person and living an ordinary life?
Then why go to film and television school?
Because of rebellion?
"Money and beauty."
But Zhang Hong's answer dashed her expectations.
She subconsciously showed disgust and cold eyes.
It was the same disgusting expression as the female characters in the cartoons that Zhang Hong had seen in his previous life, "Looking Disgusted, But Lifting Up Her Skirt to Show You What's Under Her Skirt."
"Well, it's actually career and love."
Aren't they all the same... Lin Muqing's cold and disgusting eyes became even colder.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Hong pursed his lips and said, "Are you angry?"
"No."
Isn't this just anger... Zhang Hong smiled and asked: "Then what is your dream? Money? Status? Or something else?"
"I don't know either." Hei Changzhi was confused. "Although I am not a particularly rich second generation, my family can be considered a middle-class family, and money... doesn't seem to be that important."
In her opinion, if the family does not have tens of billions of assets, then they are not considered to be the top rich second generation.
As for status...she doesn't have that idea either.
After thinking about it, she tilted her head slightly: "Maybe... my dream is to live an ordinary life and be an ordinary person?"
This is certainly not a lie.
But it's not entirely true.
She understands her family background and her identity.
So she understands better.
When you enjoy the benefits that status brings, you naturally have to bear the responsibilities that status brings.
That's why she envied Zhang Hong.
Obviously, my parents are just ordinary working people, but they are even better than me.
This old house is, after all, just an old house.
Ever since my parents made a fortune twenty years ago, everything here has been destined to be a completely different world from mine.
But it seems that his parents are still paying attention to him...
So she envied Zhang Hong and also hated Zhang Hong.
I envy him for being able to choose his own life, and hate him for the same reason.
Zhang Hong didn't know what she was thinking.
His eyes moved to the brand name she was wearing and the Patek Philippe women's watch on her wrist.
Then he gave her a "are you kidding me" look.
Ever since this black girl revealed that she is Bai Fumei, she has not hidden it at all.
I used to wear clothes that cost a few hundred yuan, but now I can start with four figures!
Zhang Hong didn't know how much that watch cost, but he recognized the Patek Philippe logo, and it must have started at six figures.
What bothers him the most is this kind of pretentious person!
Obviously, he is very rich. He has no shortage of food and clothing, and he doesn’t have to worry about living or running around for a garage.
In the end, he pretended to say, "I just want to be an ordinary person, I just want to live an ordinary life."
Just like the four great bastards in his previous life.
"I don't know the beauty of my wife", "I have never touched money", "Small goals", "Ordinary family".
Tsk, just thinking about it is enough.
There is nothing more to say here.
"If you're fine, go back as soon as possible. I have to rest early today and I have to go to the set tomorrow."
This is also Zhang Hong's "privilege".
He is the director, and the other actors and crew all live in the film and television city, but since it is not far from home, he saves money and rides his little magenta sheep home to sleep every day.
Lin Muqing said nothing, just looked at him quietly.
Then, suddenly he laughed.
"Three million investment, do you want it?"
Zhang Hong sighed: "Of course I want it, but let me be honest, this drama is basically useless, and your three million dollars will probably go to waste."
Although Sun Zheng boasted that he was full of confidence when he met him, in fact...
He had absolutely no confidence in the script he had revised.
Sun Zheng has been a veteran director for 20 years, and Zhang Hong could still feel that he was not optimistic about this drama.
Moreover, he is a pure layman, and he is confident that he can make a big hit by just changing a script...
Do you really want to write a novel?
Now he just finishes the TV series as a routine and then runs away to become an ordinary office worker.
Anyway, it's enough, and I really can't stand the popular star and this rubbish script.
So you are nervous too? It's more like a human being... Lin Muqing suddenly felt in a good mood: "Then I've decided to invest in these three million. It's not much money anyway. But there is one thing, I want to join
Your crew will be the producers.”
After a pause, seeing Zhang Hong raise his eyebrows, she added: "Don't worry, I won't interfere with your work. I majored in business administration, and I also know some things about the entertainment industry.
A TV series is not finished once it is filmed. Whether it is released to stars first or broadcast online first and then plans to go to stars, it is a very complicated matter. As a great artist, you probably don’t bother to deal with those guys."
Zhang Hong pursed his lips.
Indeed, this was a question he had never considered.
He thought that the TV series would be over once it was filmed, and that the crew would take care of any subsequent appearances on TV stations or discussions with video websites.
If this girl really wants to do it, maybe she can do it.
And an additional investment of three million can be made.
As for the importance of three million...
After seeing her clothes and the watch, Zhang Hong stopped thinking about it at all.
But...she is a twenty-three-year-old girl, can she really do that?
"can you?"
Faced with Zhang Hong's questioning, Lin Muqing put her right hand on her forehead and pushed back her bangs, her expression confident and sharp: "Who do you think I am?"
At that moment, the light emanating from her body almost blinded Zhang Hong's golden eyes.
So...handsome!
Moreover, this girl has a curvy figure, about 1.7 meters tall, with a pair of long legs wrapped in black pantyhose, plus a long black straight line that pokes Zhang Hong's heart...
Gee, Zhang Hong kind of hates his own mediocrity.
If I had the ability...
Forget it, don’t think about this for now.
Zhang Hong calmed down and said seriously: "Okay, you will go to the set with me tomorrow. If you feel that it is not possible by then, you can withdraw your capital and leave at any time. If you can, I can also leave the business matters to you."
"good."
Lin Muqing, who was in a happy mood, hummed an unknown ditty and left.
Looking at the closed security door, Zhang Hong clenched his fists and then released them.
When the conditions are too bad, he really doesn't have any ideas.
He stood up and was about to change clothes, take a shower and relax.
At this time, the phone rang.
It's my dad calling.
When I picked up the phone, my father’s voice rang: