Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 23 Staying up late to steal vegetables
In the room, Qi Hui had gauze on his forehead and a faint smell of disinfectant alcohol on his body.

The left eyebrow arch was ruptured and the doctor sewed 3 stitches.

But there is good news. The wound is not big and was treated in time, so it will not leave a very obvious scar.

"Fortunately, my face is not disfigured..." Qi Hui breathed a sigh of relief. Although he could rely on his talent, he now relies on his looks to make a living.

Yao Chen... Qi Hui took a deep breath. Was she doing it on purpose or was it an accident?
Feeling the faint pain coming from his forehead, Qi Hui's eyes darkened slightly... She is worthy of being the Flower of Evil.

I can't just let this go. I have to find a chance to get it back...

"Qi Hui, are you okay?" Zhu Jie leaned forward and looked at Qi Hui at the door.

She came after the director left.

Qi Hui collected his thoughts, smiled at her and said, "It's okay, just a little skin breakage."

Zhu Jie came over and sat next to Qi Hui. She glanced at the gauze on her forehead and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Not bad." Qi Hui said, then took out a camera and handed it to Zhu Jie: "Take a picture for me."

"Is it like this now?" Zhu Jie was stunned.

Qi Hui chuckled: "Of course, the wound will heal if I don't pat it any more."

"Haha, you are so funny." Zhu Jie was amused by him and immediately picked up the camera to take a few pictures.

Qi Hui took back the camera and opened his laptop, ready to post on Weibo.

The director was afraid that he would be bored and have wild thoughts, so he specially sent his computer to him.

Zhu Jie came over and saw Qi Hui typing a line of words on the screen: [This is my latest photo, and also my oldest photo]

This is the top copywriting for Idiot Bar. Qi Hui read it a lot when he was in college.

Of course, the idiot bar doesn’t accept real idiots.

"Huh?" Zhu Jie was surprised. This sentence was very interesting.

She couldn't help but ask, "Qi Hui, did you write this yourself?"

There was a hint of brilliance in his eyes when he looked at Qi Hui.

Qi Hui: "No, I just saw it while surfing the Internet. Stupid... cough cough, netizens are so smart."

"Really? Haha..." Zhu Jie smiled awkwardly.

Of course she also goes online, but... she always sees a lot of things she shouldn't see.

For example, European and American neon, coded and uncoded things.

Soon, Qi Hui’s Weibo post was published.

"Qi boy... Oh, sorry, it seems we came at the wrong time."

Outside the door, footsteps were heard along with a male voice. Feng Enhe, Zu Feng and others walked in, only to see a single man and a single woman gathered together.

"What's that, Teacher Feng..." Zhu Jie blushed. "I'm reading Qi Hui's blog."

"Really?" Zu Feng asked in surprise, "Can you let me see it too?"

He also likes writing articles, and because of this he started a relationship with a female teacher at the Central Academy of Drama.

He hadn't graduated yet at that time.

"Huh? Young man, you're surfing the Internet too?" Feng Enhe was overjoyed, rubbing his hands together and grinning cheerfully, "Can you add me on QQ? I want to sneak into your space and get some food."

Qi Hui's face was embarrassed: "You still have this hobby?"

"Um... Mr. Zu, I posted on Weibo, not a blog. Just one sentence."

As he said that, he handed over the computer.

"This sentence is quite interesting..." Zu Feng and Sun Honglei looked at the sentence on the screen, looked at each other, and said thoughtfully.

Even though he played Liu Huaqiang, he is also a cultured person.

Feng Enhe couldn't stop thinking: "Just one sentence is too little, let's talk about stealing vegetables."

"..."×4
This old man didn’t sleep well last night. Could it be because he stayed up late stealing vegetables?

……

In the room where Qi Hui was resting, people from the crew came and went, all to visit the injured Qi Hui.

The fact that he endured his injuries and finished filming earned these people their respect.

Qi Hui accepted their kindness with a smile and saw them off with a smile.

However, what surprised Qi Hui was that Zu Feng stayed until the end and said something to him.

"Qi Hui, I said something offensive before," Zu Feng said. "I hope you don't take it to heart. I apologize."

"Master Zu, you are too kind." Qi Hui was startled and said immediately.

Of course, he had heard some rumors in the crew and knew that Zu Feng was somewhat dissatisfied with him.

Qi Hui didn't expect Zu Feng to personally apologize like this. He said, "Everyone feels uncomfortable sometimes, and it's normal to say something." "Just call me senior brother," Zu Feng said with a smile, "I'm also from Beijing Film Academy, class of 96."

There are many stars from the Class of 96 of Beijing Film Academy, including Chen Kun, Huang Xiaoming, Yan Danchen who played the role of Chang'e, Zhao Buffett Wei, etc.

Without the system, this would definitely be a big deal.

"Senior brother." Qi Hui readily followed suit.

Although Zu Feng is from the class of 96, he stayed on to teach at the school after graduation. Calling him teacher is not a respectful title unique to the entertainment industry, but the other person is a teacher.

This is a meeting between peers.

"Let's add each other's contact information." Zu Feng said with a smile, "If there's anything I can help you with, just come to me. I'll do my best."

Qi Hui responded immediately and exchanged contact information with Zu Feng. The entertainment industry is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

……

On the Internet, Qi Hui’s Weibo post once again attracted comments...but the style of these comments was a bit wrong.

"This sentence is very philosophical."

"Fuck Gan, you're a fucking genius!"

"You intellectuals always come up with something new."

"Damn, I'm jealous of your talent! Why can't I write a sentence like this?"

"Injured again? Did they catch some wanted criminal?"

"The guy upstairs, where did the word 'again' come from? He wasn't injured last time, was he?"

"Really? Did I remember it wrong?"

"I don't blame you. This is called the Mandela Effect, which refers to the phenomenon that humans sometimes have false memories of things that don't match the facts. This is the latest psychological research abroad."

"I see. Thank you so much for clearing up my confusion. You are such a kind man. I hope you will be reborn in America in your next life!"

"Speaking of Mandela, is he dead?"

"After he died, the band Beyong wrote a song for him called 'Glorious Years'."

"That's right, haven't you heard this song?"

"But Baidu says he's not dead..."

"What the hell? Real or fake?"

"No matter if he's dead or alive, that guy turned a developed country into a backward one. He deserves death."

"Bullshit! Their economy is built on the plunder and oppression of white people, so they should be reformed!"

"Ah, yes, yes...it's changed to a poor and backward country."

"..."

Qi Hui looked at the comments under the Weibo post, speechless. The stupid netizens started to criticize again.

Doesn't anyone care why he was injured?

Didn’t anyone notice that he was still working hard on the filming even though he was injured?
This is ridiculous. Why do people pay attention to young and handsome guys?

Jingle bell bell~
"Hey?"

"Comrade Qi Hui?" A strong baritone came from the phone.

"Yes...it's me." Qi Hui sat up straight. He knew who the other person was.

"It's like this." The voice on the phone continued, "The last reward has been received. The bonus and banner. Are you still with the crew of 'Lush'? I'll send it to you."

"Still here, thank you for your hard work."

"As you should, comrade."

"What about Ling Xiaosu, Zhang Ruoyun and the others?" Qi Hui asked. He did not forget his senior and junior brothers.

"Our comrades will also deliver the rewards to the two of them, so you don't have to worry."

"Thank you." Qi Hui said.

After hanging up the phone and thinking for a while, Qi Hui called Director Jiang.

This is his crew, who else should I look for if not him?
……

湘省
Yang Mi looked at the computer screen and subconsciously clenched her fists.

Qi Hui, this bastard, has time to post on Weibo but no time to pay attention to her, right?

When had she, Yang Mi, ever been treated like this by her classmates?
Outrageous!

Waiting, waiting to return to school, waiting for the day we meet...

(End of this chapter)