Chapter 70： reporter

The young master definitely agreed.

Looking at the mood of the husband after getting in the car, it is not difficult to guess the frequency of chatting with the mobile phone with his head down.

Ming Lu was relieved, turned back from the co-pilot, and handed the sorted information to Ming Weiting: "Sir, this is the part that may be used at that time."

Ming Weiting put down his phone and reached out to take the folder.

He personally handled the whole cruise accident, and even in the hospital these days, everything was operating according to the rules set at the beginning.

Ming Weiting read it roughly once, knowing what he knew, he closed the folder and put it aside: "Uncle Lu."

In business, there are always accidents and accidents. As long as it is dealt with in a timely and proper manner, the closing matters are complex and trivial, but they are not difficult.

Ming Weiting asked: "What is the situation of public opinion?"

Vessels sailing, facing unpredictable weather and hydrology, the shipwreck is not the first and will not be the last, he asked clearly not the public opinion caused by this accident.

Ming Lu was naturally clear and did not answer immediately. He hesitated for a while before opening his mouth: "No problem, sir, Huaisheng Entertainment has done a good job."

These days, with Ming Chi recuperating and rehabilitating, no one in the family will mention this.

Minglu will always pay attention to the progress and occasionally contact the management of Huaisheng Entertainment, but he will not convey these matters to Mingweiting.

Ming Chi is quite sensitive to Mr. Shadow's changes. Once Ming Weiting's mood changes, he can detect it almost immediately.

During the time when Ming Chi was recuperating, they almost deliberately maintained a relaxed environment without worrying at all, and kept all the noise outside Wanghai Villa, not wanting to let anything from the outside interfere with him.

But two lines never run in parallel forever. The passengers of the cruise accident and the shipwreck will eventually meet.

- If Mingchi will never appear in front of other people in the future, and go to live with them on the high seas forever, at most only as a captain and see the guests on the cruise, then it doesn't matter at all.

The high seas are not sovereign territory. If you don't consider the disputes that may break out for a short time, and don't consider the danger, this kind of life is at best a little boring and monotonous.

Just like the previous generation of Mr. and Mrs.

Madam followed her husband on board, and she hardly ever returned to shore except to visit relatives.

Back then, the little girl who gave her parents a headache and would take her husband to ride a horse, but couldn't stand up with laughter because her husband sat on the horse, held a mask and hummed a song, and was held by her husband from the lantern festival and left the land. , and finally slowly turned into a steady and quiet Mrs. Ming.

Ming Weiting closed his eyes and listened to Uncle Lu say, "This is what my father regrets the most."

Ming Lu stopped talking, the head of the Ming family was silent for longer than before, and then smiled: "Yes."

"Sir." Minglu said, "You know your father better than you think."

Mingweiting leaned on the seat and shook his head.

He still doesn't know his father, but he thinks that maybe he and his father are the same kind of people.

He believed from an early age that he would follow the same trajectory as his father. To be that "sir", to coordinate and handle things on the high seas, to do business, and to go through life on a step-by-step basis.

When the ship is on the sea, the undercurrents and reefs on the bottom of the sea are sometimes quite complicated, and the hydrological conditions may not always be detected by the instruments. Each route needs to be explored by the previous ship.

He followed behind his father, no matter whether it was a power dispute or business, the reefs his father found would tell him to avoid it.

"Only this matter." Ming Lu seemed to know what he was thinking.

Ming Lu turned to look at him, stopped, and said slowly, "Sir, I don't know what to do in the end, so I leave the route to you."

Ming Weiting pressed his forehead and looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the car window.

He still can't get used to driving.

Compared with the ship, the scene outside the car window changes too fast. After sailing at sea for a whole day, you may not see so many changes along the way.

Therefore, the mother must also have a long time to get used to the boat.

"It says in the documentation." Ming Weiting retracted his gaze and looked at the folder, "Huaisheng Entertainment's press conference, I want to ask us to cooperate, what are they going to release?"

"It's not necessarily something to be released, sir." Minglu said, "The press conference in the entertainment field usually answers questions." He thought for a while, and then explained, "For them, questions need to be responded to and answered, especially this one. Too many things have happened in a while. They need a press conference to make a statement, and a lot of people are waiting for answers.”

Minglu did not decide this matter by himself, but just conveyed the original words: "They don't need our additional help. Just because some of the responses may involve cruise accidents, they need to discuss with us in advance and confirm the answer template."

Ming Weiting nodded: "No template is needed, they can say whatever they want."

Minglu didn't seem to be surprised by this answer, and smiled: "If you say something casually, some words are caught and used, and they are worried that it will be detrimental to us."

"It doesn't matter." Ming Weiting said, "It was originally an accident caused by a mistake, so there is no need to shirk it."

Ming Lu nodded, lowered his head to reply to the news, and heard Ming Weiting speak again: "Uncle Lu."

Minglu sent the confirmation message and turned around: "Sir?"

"Is it difficult to drive?" Ming Weiting looked out the window, "I want to learn a driver's license."

Ming Lu was stunned for a while, but this time he laughed sincerely: "It's not difficult, it's not difficult."

"It's very simple. In principle, it's similar to sailing a boat. When you get home, let the young master teach you."

Ming Lu put down the phone and promised with a smile, "I'll definitely learn it once I learn it."

…

At the end of the press conference, Huaisheng Entertainment also sorted out the general public opinion during this period.

The venues on both sides were not far apart, so Fang Hang simply sent it over in person and met Ming Lu.

Ming Lu had not seen him for a few days, and when he was knocked on the door, he was a little surprised: "Manager Fang is healed."

"Okay." Fang Hang was a little dumbfounded and nodded, "That's why I've been stared at recently. I think they want to beat me up."

He and Minglu had already had a lot of dealings, and gradually they were no longer cramped and fearful.

During this time, the situation of Huaisheng Entertainment has been getting better and better. The resistance from the outside world has been resolved, and a group of people are almost gambled to work hard. No matter what, they can gradually get on the right track.

Fang Hang also brought a stack of financial statements and resource catalogs representing the company's status, as well as Huaisheng's rating status in the industry - he knew that these were completely useless to the Ming family.

He just brought them over, as he always did before, sorted them one by one and put them in the corner of the table, as if they were given to someone.

Fang Hang straightened all the edges of the paper. He met Ming Lu's still searching gaze, subconsciously raised his hand and touched it, checking the corners of his mouth that should have subsided.

...There will be such a reaction, but it is not Minglu's problem at all.

Fang Hang was really beaten up quite badly last time.

In fact, Fang Hang didn't tell anyone about this in detail.

They made an appointment and couldn’t tell anyone—after all, a group of up-and-coming management who had already started a family and could talk at press conferences when they went out, ganged up without any rules at all... No matter how you say this, it’s too inappropriate spread in the industry.

They really wanted to fight no matter what, so Fang Hang wasn't beaten unilaterally, and it didn't take long for the manager of the film and television production department to be beaten.

They just want to fight.

After a lot of things happen, it is not as people predicted, the order must be "emotion, reaction, response".

Especially one that is really totally unprepared.

Emotions are finally awakened slowly.

After all reasonably necessary responses have been made and all due responses given.

It seems that it will be at this time that I finally have time to calm down and wait for something to slowly corrode that heavy iron shell, allowing the emotions inside to flow into the depths of my body.

The explanation and clarification about the company's internal management regulations is the last content released by Huaisheng Entertainment's official blog.

There are a lot of retweets, and it is reasonable to express blame. The public relations department came to ask if it needed to be dealt with. Fang Hang sat in the office thinking for a long time, and then he tried to think about what Xiao Luo would do.

As if nothing will be done.

If Mr. Luo is still there, this Weibo will be officially pinned there.

Whether criticizing the company's management system or some idealized analysis, it will not limit comments, so that the company's artists can avoid implicated criticism and abuse to the greatest extent possible.

So Fang Hang and the others didn't do anything. They just pinned this Weibo to the top. As for the latest content below, they just stopped at the sunrise by the sea.

The video has not been edited, but Fang Hang found it in the memory card.

After they posted these two Weibo posts, they suddenly didn't know what to do or say, so the update of the official blog was temporarily stopped there.

The comments became more and more day by day. Some people began to ask who the protagonist of "Flame" was. Some people asked them if the names on the list of missing persons in the shipwreck of the cruise ship were the same. Some people asked whether Mr. Luo was recuperating in the hospital. , how could there be an accident... There are more and more questions, so they responded uniformly and will hold a press conference on another day.

"After posting that Weibo, some of our artists... were very emotional."

Fang Hang twitched the corner of his mouth lightly. He could see that Ming Lu wanted to ask clearly about this matter, so he sat down and said, "There is a child who has only grown up not long ago.

He is a young singer who stood out from the talent show, called Xiang Luan. He had quarreled with the comment section because of similar things, and was chased and hacked. This time he is also the key guardian.

His resources and development this year are quite good, and the traffic is not what it used to be.

In the second after the accident, the agent took his phone and led the team to stare at him from morning to night. It took a long time to appease people with the words "Mr. Luo is recuperating in the hospital, and he can't be disturbed and can't worry about it."

As a result, these two Weibo posts were sent out, and Xiang Luan slammed open the door of Fang Hang's office.

…

In the beginning, someone was still holding on to it.

Nineteen-year-old boys have strength. The agent pressed him desperately, and kept repeating that Mr. Luo was only missing, and there was still hope of surviving if he disappeared, not necessarily that he could not come back.

"I know!" Xiang Luan was still struggling while being held by several people, "I didn't do it for this! Of course my brother is alive, he must live a hundred years!"

At this age, he dares to think and say anything.

Xiang Luan gasped for breath and shouted with red eyes: "Maybe it floated to an island and was picked up by someone, and then someone would save it! Those people just can't find it!"

"Then why are you fooling around!" The agent was also anxious, yelled at him, and softened his tone, "Okay, everyone is not feeling well. The public opinion is like this..."

"I know the public opinion is like this!" Xiang Luan's voice was crying, "I just don't know why I am like this!"

The agent was stunned, frowning at him.

"I'm just uncomfortable. How could I just be obedient this time, why do I think it doesn't matter what happens to him, I think he must have a way, I think he's so stable, and he won't be uncomfortable."

Xiang Luan was lying on the ground, he spoke intermittently, tears pouring out: "He asked me to remember my **** for a long time, and I really don't. When such a big thing happened, I didn't go to him and say a word about me. believe him…"

The manager of the film and television production department crouched down and patted him on the shoulder: "Mr. Luo must have known in his heart that if he were here—"

"My brother is here and I hug his leg and cry like this! It's not the first time!" Xiang Luan shouted, "I told him 10,000 times and I believed him! He fell asleep and I squatted on his bed. Shout out!"

Xiang Luan ignored it completely, shook off the arm that was holding him, and curled up forcefully: "Isn't he the least willing to see fights and conflicts in the company! Isn't he the most unbearable when an artist is bullied and uncomfortable! I'm so outrageous and ignorant. , why haven't you come back to train me!"

…

He shouted these words, but the office was unusually quiet.

The manager of the film and television production department was pushed away by him, but there was no response. After a long silence, he raised his head and looked at Fang Hang.

"I just feel bad. I feel bad when I think about it these days. I don't blame anyone. I just want to be beaten."

Xiang Luan couldn't stop crying, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "You can beat me up."

Instead, the agent stopped him. After a while, he stepped back and stood up, looking at Fang Hang.

Fang Hang rubbed the corners of his mouth, walked over without saying a word, hung up the "Do Not Disturb" sign, and closed the office door.

…

Xiang Luan's ideal was not fulfilled, but the difference was not too far off. He was probably the first artist to take part in a fight with the management of an entertainment company with his bare hands.

Why this fight was fought, in fact, no one can tell.

Maybe it's just because it's too uncomfortable.

Because no matter how hard you work and how much energy you put into your work, it doesn't seem to be able to solve much, so I thought it would be better to just punch a hole.

It may also be as Xiang Luan said... What if there is such a possibility?

Of course, it is a bit too optimistic and too dare to think about anything, but in the final analysis, the probability of this possibility still exists - otherwise, the missing list will not be called "missing", and it will be directly classified as dead.

There was also a disappearance in "Huo Miao". The missing person came back three years later, but changed from Luo Chi to Luo Zhi.

Is there another possibility that the probability of disappearance this time is extremely low?

In the comment area of ​​the official blog, the most discussed, in fact, is also the same possibility.

Because the official result has always been "missing", even if the people in the Luo family have already obtained the death certificate and personally confirmed the matter, the people in the comment area who refuse to accept the result still occupy a considerable number of people. proportion.

Maybe someone really rescued him?

Maybe there has been no news, not because of an accident, but because of some other special circumstances?

— This was quickly borne out by more evidence.

Watching the video of the sunrise at the beach, even if what happened at that time was not enough to attract special attention, but after knowing the problem and pushing back, it is easy to find that Luo Zhi's body had a problem at that time.

I can't exert any strength on my legs, I feel dizzy and tinnitus, I can't remember things... Combined with the previous rumors, even if the Ren's hospital really didn't check anyone, it's not difficult to analyze some possible situations.

"Plus...there's a recent post."

Fang Hang clenched his fists and moved his throat: "One, a very daily record post, which was posted by a patient forum with intracranial space occupying."

Ming Lu suddenly asked, "You guys also visit this kind of forum?"

"I'll go shopping later." Fang Hang whispered, "We want to make sure that Xiao Luo is not always suffering from this kind of disease."

They also know that doing this is pointless and adds to their troubles, but they just can't help it.

Once they are free, they will repeatedly take those details that were so big that they ignored the past, and compare them with the essence posts in the forum that remind them to check their bodies.

I still can't help but wonder why I couldn't be more careful in the first place, and why I didn't discover it until now.

...the other day, they accidentally saw a thread in the forum.

"The parents of a little girl, recording the process of their child's treatment and recovery, mentioned a big brother."

Fang Hang glanced at Ming Lu's expression, and immediately added: "There is no frontal photo, and no information has been disclosed. They have protected each other's privacy very well, that is, there is a shadow."

"There is a shadow." Fang Hang's voice was getting lower and lower, and he felt that these words were quite outrageous, "I know this kind of thinking is too outrageous... But when Mr. Luo is uncomfortable, he will be like that. Many times In a meeting, before we knock on the door, look at the shadow through the crack of the door."

Luo Zhi has too many old wounds. He is not a scarred physique, and he didn't leave too many visible scars, but those wounds were dormant in his body, and they could toss him hard whenever they came out.

Sometimes Luo Zhi felt uncomfortable in his waist, tinnitus and dizziness came back, but he still wanted to play games, so he would sit in the corner of the sofa with his mobile phone in his arms.

They knew not to talk nonsense during the meeting. It was best to confiscate Mr. Luo's mobile phone after the meeting and put him on the sofa and cover him with a blanket.

Mr. Luo is very easy to take care of, so if he covers his head under the blanket and pats his back lightly, he will fall asleep within three minutes.

Fang Hang thought of what to say, and whispered to explain his messy thoughts.

He didn't know why he turned the subject here. But he always had an intuition, and the head of the Ming family in front of him didn't seem to mind that he asked this sentence out.

... He even suspected that the other party did not give a vague reminder.

Every time Fang Hang came to see Minglu, after returning to the company, in fact, several of them would get together for a meeting.

A few managers who had just fought tit-for-tat for resources, picked out all possible details with a solemn attitude that even other people would find inexplicable when they walked by, and racked their brains to analyze it over and over again.

In fact, the level and duration of the Ming family's attention to related matters are already somewhat abnormal.

They were with Mr. Luo almost every day, and they didn't know what connection Luo Zhi had with the Ming family. If they only met later on the boat, no matter how impressive the relationship was, it would not have allowed the Ming family to achieve this level.

Not to mention, Ming Lu will come to ask them not to implicate the artist... The style of this matter is too much like Mr. Luo.

The public opinion at that time was actually smashed by the news one after another, and there was no time to react, let alone express anger and vent.

Only Luo Zhi in this situation, the first reaction would be to let them do this.

Ming Lu nodded and said in a harmonious voice, "Why don't you ask directly?"

"Don't dare." Fang Hang smiled bitterly, "How dare you? In case..."

What if they thought wrong and the Ming family didn't rescue Luo Zhi?

What if Luo Zhi's current situation can't stand a little stimulation at all, and they rashly ask, but what if there is a change in the situation where there is finally a faint hope?

That's a patient forum, where patients are all going to have craniotomy, and everyone knows the risks of this kind of surgery. The post mentioned that the elder brother's condition is much more serious than that of the little girl, in case of surgery—

no.

They simply can't think about this.

Fang Hang rubbed his forehead vigorously. He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

The shocking and unbelievable ecstasy of discovering that shadow's familiar features lasted about a second before being overwhelmed by the overwhelming unease.

"We know that this disease is absolutely unbearable. If we ask, what will be the consequences..." Fang Hang couldn't continue, he stopped and skipped the topic again, "The post was updated on the day of the operation, and we didn't sleep all night. , waited until the next day, and saw the post saying that the operation in that operating room was successful."

"We are very happy, but we don't dare to breathe a sigh of relief. The surgery is also very important."

Fang Hang said: "Then a few days later... Let's look at the post."

"It was mentioned in the post." Fang Hang said, "Big brother doesn't remember sister."

"It was reminded by the head nurse."

"I met again and became friends again."

Fang Hang sighed with a wry smile, raised his hand and rubbed his face: "Actually, we guessed it."

Luo Zhi's memory had a problem before.

They later discovered that, not only at the time of watching the sunrise at the beach, the other party had to rely on memos to remember their words.

This has happened many times before. It also happened during a meeting. Once Mr. Luo came to work and even got lost in his own company.

It's just that this kind of change is too slow and too unnoticeable, they always thought Luo Zhi was too tired.

Luo Zhi has long been easy to get tired. He will fall asleep halfway through the script, and he will suddenly lose his mind during a meeting... They sent Xiao Luo, who was lost in his company, back to the office. Jokingly asked, Mr. Luo couldn't remember the way at such a young age, what if one day he forgot them too.

Mr. Luo rubbed his temples, and was also worried in the sofa, followed by a group of people who were booing and sighed and said yes, yes, what should I do.

…

Fang Hang regained his senses and met Ming Lu's gaze.

Only then did he realize that the other party hadn't said anything, refuted him, or made any explanation except for the two questions he asked.

Fang Hang swallowed slowly, he looked at Ming Lu's calm expression, his chest rose and fell: "So—"

Minglu asked, "What should I do?"

Fang Hang was stunned for ten seconds.

The reaction was nothing like a qualified entertainer manager—but he didn't seem to have thought of it at all.

Fang Hang looked at Ming Lu in disbelief.

His eyes suddenly lit up in disbelief, and he stood up suddenly and took a few big steps back and forth, and tried his best to calm down by pulling his hair, trying to let himself sit back at the table.

He couldn't sit still, so he stood up again.

"What should I do?" Fang Hang seemed to murmur in a low voice, and then immediately woke up, "Nothing to do."

"Nothing to do, nothing to do." Fang Hang reversed the words back and forth a few times. He stood with his mouth open for a long time, and suddenly burst out laughing. Remembering that there are reporters nearby, he immediately turned his voice back. Press down, "Oh my god."

Fang Hang was still tugging at his hair, he simply tugged it again to confirm that he was not dreaming, and then laughed: "You remember—you remember Xiang Luan, right?"

Fang Hang quickly added: "It's the kid I just told you, he just got into trouble again at the press conference."

He said that his artist "got into trouble again", but he was still smiling, and he couldn't see the professionalism of the manager of the artist department at all.

As soon as Fang Hang saw Ming Lu's expression, he immediately reacted: "Did you go to the press conference?"

Ming Lu nodded: "What are you going to do about it?"

Mr. Ming's family is chasing stars. According to what he has learned about the entertainment industry during this time, Xiang Luan's trouble this time is probably more serious than the last time.

This time, the young singer is an adult. If Huaisheng Entertainment is inconvenient to deal with this matter, they can provide a vacation singing job on the cruise that does not affect their studies.

"What to deal with? No deal." Fang Hang laughed, "Our company's mouth has grown on him."

Fang Hang's tone was light: "What he means is what we mean, please rest assured, we will handle everything... everything will be fine."

"Leave it to us this time." Fang Hang assured, "Everything will be fine."

Ming Lu really smiled this time and shook hands with him.

Between the press conference, he and his husband also went to the monitoring room to watch the press conference.

That's how public opinion works.

Exaggerated sounds attract attention, and exciting events carry emotions.

Even at this time, reporters would still put forward the assumption "if Luo Zhi was still alive" with ulterior motives. Unfortunately, Xiang Luan snatched the microphone before it could spread further.

"I remember you." Xiang Luan stared at him, "You are the reporter who danced the most when Li Weiming spread rumors."

The 19-year-old singer, who suffered huge grievances at the beginning, was chased and hacked for a few months, and the rest was protected by the company upright and upright. Staring at the group of reporters, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"And the announcements sent by your family." Xiang Luan looked for them one by one, and he wrote them all down in his notebook, "Your family's linked marketing account... the one in blue over there, don't hide, I saw it in the live broadcast. You, you pretend to be a fan of Li Weiming and go to the hotel to block people."

"We are always missing, do you understand? We may have been alive. Maybe our Luo was picked up and treated, maybe he was being taken care of, just like he took care of us - you Don't you understand this?"

"You definitely don't understand. You don't even have the most basic ethics of integrity. Even if you ask this question now, don't you want to clear your responsibility? If you don't understand, you can't change what you do."

"Come and hack me, whatever you want, I will terminate the contract if you dare to hack me. I will not be involved in Mr. Luo's company."

Xiang Luan said: "If Mr. Luo is really gone, I will write him a song every year and go to sea and sing it for him alone."

"If he is rescued, I will hug his leg and cry."

"I read on the Internet that he was ill. If he doesn't remember us, he will have a new life as good as Jute. It's fine if he never comes back. If he does, we'll all rush over to hold him and throw him into the sky."

Throwing down the microphone to Luan, he looked at the reporter whose face changed: "What if you come and ask him if he is still alive? Who are you, is it your turn?"