CH 10.2

Throughout the car ride, Shen Lei kept persuading Jiang Qi to think about his decision in various roundabout ways. Such as his development could ensure a bright future, or that it would be a waste with his face if he doesn't act, etc...

Chatter, chatter.

All through this, Jiang Qi smoked a cigarette in the open window. After finishing, he put on his hat and pretended to sleep.

Shen Lei had a feeling of smoking from seven orifices, but there is nothing he can do.

Who told Jiang Qi not to sign with the company?

Without the control of a contract, he is like a free-flying bird that no one can control with what he wanted to do.

Only those with sharp eyes can see that this bird belongs to the big screen. If it really flew away, it would be such a pity.

When Jiang Qi was sent back to his residence, Shen Lei stopped him before getting off the car and sighed earnestly, "Although it might sound vulgar, the money you make in the entertainment industry is something you can’t earn in this lifetime if you only open a supermarket."

Jiang Qi's finger was about to open the door, but he paused and his long phoenix eyes narrowed.

"At first, you agreed to play the male protagonist because of the 500,000 yuan I offered to you, which shows that you are not a person who is not short of money." Shen Lei smiled when he saw that he seemed affected. ——

"You don't have a degree, you have a criminal record, and you don't have any skills. It's hard to find a job and open a supermarket? Oh, the most unstable profession in the world is doing business, even if it's a seemingly stable business, you only have 500,000 yuan.  What kind of supermarket do you think you can open? Jiang Qi, you can't be too naive."

"How much money do you have now? Jiang Qi, I can guarantee that with your talent, as long as you continue to develop in the circle for a long time, an amount like half a million? Oh, it will just be pocket money."

Shen Lei now thinks that the only thing that can persuade Jiang Qi to change his mind is money.

After all, he is like a duckweed in this circle. Where can he get any favors? Thus, Shen Lei only focused on the topic of money. In the end, he patted Jiang Qi on the shoulder, "Think about it."

Jiang Qi was silent as he pushed open the car door and left without saying a word.

The slender back of the young man showed stubbornness and coldness even on his spine.

Shen Lei's eyes were full of worry, but in fact, he didn't have the confidence to convince Jiang Qi with just his words.

He understood in his heart the stubbornness of this young man.

He remembered the time he went to visit an old friend in prison two years ago. He happened to see Jiang Qi for the first time. The boy was wearing a prison uniform and was roughly detained by two policemen. He had short-inch hair. His eyes were cold like a lonely wild wolf. The sharp delicate corners of his lips went down to his chin and half of his face was covered in bright red blood.

Shen Lei was a little surprised that time. That’s right, he was not scared, but more surprised. In a way, he might not be a normal person either.

Looking back when Shen Lei inquired about him from the policeman he knew in prison. The other party sneered and told him that the boy's name was Jiang Qi and he was a 'thorn' in prison who got sent to confinement.

The reason this time was that someone wanted to molest him and Jiang Qi broke the man’s wrist when he tried to touch him.

Since then, Shen Lei knew that the boy was a ruthless character.

***

The news that the "Wangtian" crew will hold a fan meeting was soon officially announced and the Internet was inevitably boiling.

——The main actor was riddled with black material. What kind of meeting is it? Perhaps he is going to personally refute the rumors.

In today's Internet age, silence is equal to acquiescence. A casual rumor made by others requires the parties concerned to find ways to prove the truth.

If you don't follow the established rules, then do you have a guilty conscience?

Under the Weibo of the official announcement meeting, the comments and reposts were almost overwhelmed by the spittle of netizens who attacked Jiang Qi.

When Zhiqi saw it, she jumped up excitedly in the dormitory. She also saw the Weibo post and uncharacteristically forwarded the message: [Ah, ah, ah, I will definitely grab a ticket to meet Jiang Qi!]

In no time her positive comment was drowned in spittle of other comments.

Meng Chunyu was lying on the other bed and studying the questions when she witnessed this and was almost shocked by Zhi Qi's sudden convulsive ecstasy.

"How many times have you met him?" Meng Chunyu, who had heard a lot from Zhiqi and Jiang Qi's past couldn't help laughing and shrugged, "Are you so excited?"

"Of course." Zhiqi kept swiping her phone: "I haven't seen him for a long time."

Since Jiang Qi was sentenced to prison at the age of seventeen, she had never seen him again. He came from a poor family and his body looked weak. So, how could he possibly have a mobile phone?

They didn't even exchange contact information and the three-year sentence was like an unbridgeable chasm.

If it wasn't for Jiang Qi's appearance on the big screen, Zhiqi really wouldn’t know how she would see Jiang Qi again other than a chance encounter.

Fortunately...  she can now take the initiative to find him.

Even if she stayed up late to grab tickets, she would definitely be able to do it. Zhiqi clenched her fists, making up her mind silently in her heart.

She couldn't help but click on Jiang Qi's Weibo and send a private message in her heart—

[ I heard that your crew is going to hold a fan meeting.]

[We will definitely meet! ^^]

[day.43.]

Qiu Mi, who was holding the phone, saw the top of the screen jump a few times. He clicked the notification and couldn't help but be amused.

For more than a month, a fan of this Weibo nickname 'Zhiqi' have sent private messages to Jiang Qi's Weibo every day and the words seemed to treat him like a close lover which is simply weird.

Could it be that this girl doesn't know that the official Weibo of celebrities is a machine account with no emotions? That it is run by brokers and assistants? Who has time to read Weibo’s private messages?

If it wasn't for Zhiqi's perseverance impressing Qiu Mi, he wouldn't have clicked read it.

It was just that he thought it was ridiculous from the beginning, but now Qiu Mi actually tasted a bit of 'tenderness' and even felt it unbearable.

He sometimes sighs with emotion and felt pity for fans who are fond of unattainable artists.

Qiu Mi couldn't help but look back at Jiang Qi, who was half-squinting in the back seat, and said tentatively, "Brother, there is a fan on Weibo who sends you private messages every day. Can I read you a message aloud? She likes you very much. "

Recently, there are only haters on the Internet. Fans like Zhiqi who are desperate and only like Jiang Qi are too rare.

Qiu Mi felt that Jiang Qi has been in a bad mood recently because of this reason and subconsciously felt that this trick was good. Maybe it could give Jiang Qi some encouragement, so he wanted to recite it even more eagerly.

In the end, Jiang Qi said coldly, "No."

Qiu Mi dared not to read.

He retracted his head like a quail and said weakly, "Okay, Brother Qi, you just continue to sleep."