The girl who wears fast

Chapter 857 My Family’s Goldfinger Doesn’t Work You Inherited (23)

Feng Zhengting, who had disappeared for a long time, called Qu Shichu. Only then did Qu Shichu realize that he still had a balance to be confiscated. Counting the time, Feng Zhengting should have auctioned off her batch of things.

"If I didn't call you, wouldn't you think of me at all? You wouldn't even remember that I swallowed the final payment, would you?" Feng Zhengting said a little sourly.

Qu Shichu retorted him: "No, even if I can't remember the final payment for a while, I will remember it one day. You can't keep it privately, and I don't think you are a dignified young master of the Feng family. My little money."

"Then you think too highly of me, and your little money is also called small money?" Feng Zhengting smiled wryly, "I will directly transfer the money to your account, remember to check."

"En." Qu Shichu responded, seeing that he was silent for a long time, he asked again, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll go get busy."

"Qu Shichu, you are such a heartless woman!" Feng Zhengting gritted his teeth and hung up the phone resentfully.

Qu Shichu just felt baffled, and soon put it aside, went to check his account, and found that Feng Zhengting had remitted a sum of money to him, so he was very satisfied, and felt that the cooperation with Feng Zhengting was really smooth.

A week later, Qu Shichu welcomed another guest from another world. This time, the guest was very embarrassed, his whole body was wet, and there was a hideous wound on his wrist. See.

If an ordinary person saw it, he would definitely be terrified, but Qu Shichu had seen everything before, so he was completely indifferent when he saw this wound.

It's just that this guest is very handsome, although his face is pale and emaciated, but this can't hide his excellent appearance, beautiful peach eyes, tall and delicate nose, beautiful lips and a perfectly contoured face , even if his appearance is placed in the entertainment circle, he is at the level of the most handsome male star.

He is indeed a star, but he is a male star who attempted suicide after his ruin.

When Qiao Yuandao saw Qu Shichu, he passed out without even having time to say anything.

Qu Shichu had no choice but to carry him home. Although the man had lost some weight, his height and frame were placed here. When Qu Shichu carried him, he could feel his heavy weight.

Throwing him on the wooden sofa, Qu Shichu took out his medicine box and began to sew up Qiao Yuandao's wrist wound.

It looked like he had cut the wound himself, and combined with his wet appearance, Qu Shichu didn't need to think too hard to come to the conclusion that he cut his wrist in the bathtub and committed suicide.

After treating the wound, Qu Shichu changed his clothes roughly. Probably due to the excessive noise, Qiao Yuandao woke up unexpectedly. When he saw his shirt that Qu Shichu had stripped off, a blush appeared on his pale face , evasively and stammeringly said: "I, I change myself, just change clothes..."

Qu Shichu threw the clean clothes to him, and he said coyly, "You, can you avoid it?"

Qu Shichu left the living room and came back after waiting for more than ten minutes.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you." Qu Shichu told him the situation of his crossing, and asked straight to the point.

Qiao Yuandao was astonished. He thought that someone Qu Shichu had hired to act and wanted to embarrass him. After questioning him for a while, he was finally defeated by Qu Shichu with the facts. He had to believe that he could not commit suicide. a world.

Knowing that he is no longer in his own world, all the stars in the world's entertainment industry are people he doesn't know, and he searched his name and found no information at all, Qiao Yuandao heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had taken off some kind of imprisonment, The originally lifeless spirit has recovered a little.

"I was originally a male star. I was good at acting and singing. I won the title of Best Actor in acting, and my singing skills reached the level of a king. It can be said that I have gained both fame and fortune. But a year ago, a little singer who was originally unknown suddenly soared into the sky. , he created more than a dozen well-known music masterpieces, which quickly became popular all over the world. As long as there is music, those few works of his will almost always appear. He can be said to be famous all over the world.

Although I envy and admire his talent very much, I have never been jealous of him, I just want to catch up with him hard.After more than half a year of preparation, I finally created two songs that I am very satisfied with, and I am ready to create them.

But after I published these two songs, I was scolded by the singer and his fans for plagiarizing his works. I was shocked, because I was sure that these two songs were really written by myself, and there was no reference at all. I didn't copy other people's ideas, let alone plagiarized that singer, but when I went to investigate, I found that the two songs released by that singer were indeed half a month earlier than mine, and those two songs were published by me. Those two songs are almost exactly the same, with the same lyrics and the same music. If I hadn’t typed out these two songs one by one, and written them one by one, I would have doubted whether I had really copied him, but my spirit There is no insanity, and I can be pretty sure I didn't plagiarize at all.

But I couldn't figure out why the song released by that singer was the same as mine. I suspected that he plagiarized me, but he published it earlier than me, and I didn't have any evidence, so I couldn't argue.

The fans thought I copied him, and they called me sanctimonious, mean and shameless, but I obviously didn't do it. I tried my best to explain it, but no one believed it.

My word-of-mouth was gone, and my career fell into a slump. Advertisers asked me to pay a huge amount of compensation, and the company fired me immediately. No one would ask me to act again. The villain dared not go out at all.

I thought the matter would gradually pass, but it didn’t. My address was leaked for some reason, and black fans came to smash my door in the middle of the night, insulting me, and splashing blood and feces. I couldn’t take it anymore, and wanted to die. After that, I didn’t expect that I didn’t die, and I traveled here..."

Qiao Yuandao talked about his experience expressionlessly. He didn't know whether it was because of the extreme grief and pain that he didn't have much emotion, or because he didn't die and he let it go.

Qu Shichu just nodded when he heard it, but still asked him: "You really didn't copy that singer?"

"No!" Qiao Yuandao replied decisively, looking directly at her without blinking, without dodging at all, "I don't bother to do this kind of thing."

"That singer is very strange to say, although each of the songs he created is a masterpiece, but the style is not the same, one is a sad love song, the other is a passionate and inspirational song, and the other is humorous cute ditty... If it wasn't signed by the same person, it wouldn't make people feel that these songs were created by the same person." Qiao Yuandao said puzzledly.

(End of this chapter)