Thinker in the entertainment industry

Chapter 234 234. Confrontation

Li Xicheng and Zheng Zhiyong sat face to face.

Zheng Zhiyong is known as the number one face in the hip-hop circle, even Li Xicheng cannot deny his impeccable appearance.The clear and delicate facial lines on weekdays make Zheng Zhiyong look non-aggressive, even when he puts away his smile, tightens his nerves, keeps his eyes fixed, and assumes an attacking or defensive posture, people can believe that his Love and hatred, tolerance and harshness, support and opposition, affirmation and contempt are all based on love for this world.Only like Li Xicheng, sitting on the opposite side of Zheng Zhiyong, can you feel the tumbling uneasiness brought by Zheng Zhiyong.

It really is... abhorrent and horrific hypocrisy.

Zheng Zhiyong, who was slandered as a hypocrite by Li Xicheng, still looks upright and lacks aggression, but is a little more serious and cold. Anyway, he has everything from hats, sunglasses, and masks. No matter how you look at it, he looks like the person in charge of murder in TV dramas It is clear at a glance whose image is better than Lee Hee Sung's.

But Zheng Zhiyong does not need this image advantage. Facing the camera, he explained to the audience watching the live broadcast, "The current number of people watching the live broadcast... is 33", this does not take into account the situation that multiple people use one device , The numbers are already quite scary, "If the corner doesn't pretend a little bit, his recognition may not be lower than mine after tonight. Personally, I don't want some unexpected things to change the topic."

He turned around and took half of the camera with Li Xicheng: "But I will suggest that your former company disclose your identity in the industry, corner, because they hate me, they use their position to send me cockroaches and wiretap my calls , to attack me personally, I don’t think you are suitable for a career like courier.”

There was a sneer from under the mask.

"You've always been like this, you've been doing it right and wrong," Li Xicheng said.

Zheng Zhiyong showed a dumbfounding expression, which was a kind of speechlessness and disgust that could be directly felt across the screen: "I don't think I have any regrets for you-don't you want to say the reason? Say it here , together with the source."

"You know it all."

"I went to your former company to get some information, and then sent it to my parents to ask them to check it for me." Zheng Zhiyong was unmoved, and said calmly, "I knew it then."

Express delivery is supposed to be an industry with a high turnover of personnel, but in a residential area with good security, it is impossible for unidentified people to deliver goods. At that time, Li Xicheng had no time to resign, and Zheng Zhiyong went to the express company Saw his file - this is strictly speaking a violation of procedure, but no one pays attention to this trivial matter, even if Zheng Zhiyong admits his problem, he will not be punished for it.

"Send my information to your parents. It's a good reason. You haven't seen me before. There's a good reason for everything." Li Xicheng has suffered several times in a row, but he still doesn't want to stop making trouble for Zheng Zhiyong. One thing, but he doesn’t think it’s because he’s obsessed too much and has reached the point of madness, but because of his identity, he’s always at the bottom no matter what, and he’s not afraid of losing. As an artist, Zheng Zhiyong’s risks are always much higher , "Have you prepared in advance?"

"Ok?"

"Was that call intended for me to hear?"

Li Xicheng expressed his own suspicions, trying to arouse other people's conspiracy theories.

And Zheng Zhiyong closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"Yes, I let you hear it on purpose. I already knew in advance that your father was the one who hit me, and I was sure that even if my attitude towards you was fine, even if you knew why my body became fragile and why Because of the 'drug addiction', you will secretly record and put it on the Internet, okay, can we continue?"

Zheng Zhiyong's tone is declarative, without ups and downs, and without any emotion, but it doesn't matter, as long as it has an effect.

The viewers who watched the live broadcast were first frightened by the fact that "Corner's father was the driver who knocked Thinker into a disabled driver", and then recalled Corner's suspicion, and the feeling of disgust increased a bit.

If these are really thinker's designs, his plan cannot be realized if you have a little bit of conscience.Either way, you're bad enough.

"His father is..." Min Yalin, who was watching the vapp live broadcast on her mobile phone while having dinner, almost swears.

"Trash, heartless bastard." Diagonally across from her, a lady who looked 35 or six years old had already scolded Min Yalin.

"Don't swear in front of the children." That table is a family of four. The two children are only five or six years old. They are already full and playing games on their parents' mobile phones. The two adults are watching something on their tablets. , the lady seemed a little agitated, but her husband calmed down, "What do you think about the children nowadays? My father made a mistake and caused others to become disabled. Not only do they not feel guilty, but they take the victim The reader hated it, could it be that Thinker took the initiative to get in front of the car?"

"That's the case, can't you just say it directly, uncle." Among the young people at another table, a young man with light brown hair spoke unfamiliar Korean, and another Korean-looking boy at the same table stood up and apologized: "Sorry, my friend doesn't know Korean etiquette very well."

"Uncle" shook his head to express that he didn't mind. The person who spoke seemed to be a foreigner. If he was not working in Korea, but just came to study or travel, his attitude could be more tolerant: "It's okay, you are also watching?"

"Yeah, the dialogue between the artist and the anti, if you are not a thinker, I'm afraid you can't see it." The other party said, "I didn't expect his anti to have such a relationship... Sigh, how can there be such a person in the world."

Min Yalin turned her head and looked around the small restaurant, and found that there were still a few people looking at their mobile phones with their ears pricked up.

How many people are watching the live broadcast?

Those who watched the live broadcast expressed their emotions, but the confrontation between Zheng Zhiyong and Li Xicheng in the live broadcast will not slow down for them. Corner's attack ended in failure again, but it reduced his already negative favorability by a few points.Zheng Zhiyong seemed to have finally lost his patience and told the truth directly.

I know that your most important identity is neither the courier who delivered the goods to my door nor the famous anti of me. Just talk about your father who knocked me into a cripple, and now you don’t feel any guilt at all. It's a matter of death, right?Did I provoke you?

The air seems to be divided into two parts at this time, Li Xicheng's side is frozen, and Zheng Zhiyong's side is still flowing slowly.Anyone who saw it should be the situation where Zheng Zhiyong hated the corner deeply, but judging by Zheng Zhiyong's appearance, he seemed to want an explanation, an exploration.

"I have no other choice."

After a long silence, Li Xicheng spoke again.

Zheng Zhiyong looked at him indifferently.

"The next thing is a sincere word, and a true thing, thinker, Zheng Zhiyong." Li Xicheng slowly read Zheng Zhiyong's name, his voice sounded like he was trying to force himself but could not continue.

"Please speak." Zheng Zhiyong's voice was polite, and because of his politeness, he seemed even more indifferent.

"You like to talk about your status as a drunk driving victim and disabled person."

Although Zheng Zhiyong didn't expect to face Li Xicheng face to face in advance, he was prepared in terms of how to refute anti's remarks. Hearing Li Xicheng's words, he didn't hesitate at all, and said calmly: "I don't I think that I can achieve success only by relying on these. The most important meaning of the two identities you mentioned is that I am qualified to discuss some issues. Without them, as a rapper and producer, I would not be too fail."

He paused for two seconds, then changed the topic: "I don't expect to change the minds of people who think this way, please continue."

"I don't deny your creative ability. The ears of the Republic of Korea have always been very critical." Do you think so?"

"It's 'correct', I still think so," Zheng Zhiyong corrected, and put away the indifference in the words a little bit, "I didn't pay attention when things happened, but at that time I was On the pavement, it's not a fault, what happened after the car accident was handled by my parents, mainly my father, if they didn't hide something from me, I don't think it's a problem, they wouldn't hide it from me."

"My father didn't hide his experience from me." Li Xicheng has always been aggressive after repeated defeats and defeats. He was slapped in the face by Zheng Zhiyong many times and never gave up splashing dirty water, but his voice was a little trembling at this time.

"Please speak." Zheng Zhiyong said.

2007, winter.

"Dongji, you see that you are the only one who hasn't drunk at the whole table. Come on, what do you mean?" The fat, unshaven man on the right hand filled a glass of soju and put it in front of Li Dongji.

"I'm going to drive the car back soon, senior." In South Korea, a country heavily influenced by traditional culture, Li Dongji, who is in his prime, is often respected because of his age, but everyone present is older than him , and either his seniority is higher than him or he asks for the other party, Li Dongji's waist has never been straight.

"Well, what's the effect of drinking a little wine?" said the manager who hired him to deliver the goods. "Didn't your senior also drive the car back?"

"I really can't drink, my hands will shake when I drink, and it's such a big truck." Li Dongji deliberately exaggerated the situation.

But it was quickly dismantled by another person at the wine table: "Dongji, you are not authentic. When we drank together last time, you drank a dozen, and you could still deal with the chagang of your younger siblings. At that time, we I even praised you."

"Can this be the same?" Li Dongji couldn't tell, and refused stubbornly, "That's just saying what I thought."

"Come on, let me toast you a glass, to save face?" The manager sitting opposite poured himself a glass, then stood up and said.

"I..." Li Dongji was very embarrassed.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, the manager's face was a little ugly, and he said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "It seems that we didn't cooperate very well. Should I cooperate with another person next time?"

"How can a man not dare to drink? Dongji," the senior who came with him quickly persuaded, "There are not many cars on the way back, just be careful in the last section, and the wine will almost be sober by then. It's so late, there will be no traffic police, haven't we never encountered it before?"

"But it's safe to drive like this..."

"Hey, what are you guys talking about, it's not that you are so drunk that you can't walk and drive." Another person at the table said.

Li Dongji felt that it seemed difficult for him to refuse, so he could only raise his glass with difficulty: "I really can't drink too much..."

However, rejection is already so difficult, how can it be easy to stop those who force people to do wrong things?Li Dongji was sitting in the driver's seat, feeling drunk, his fingers holding the steering wheel were hot and numb.

If I knew it would be like this, I should find a reason to rush back to Seoul after delivering the goods, instead of agreeing to their treat.

He regretted it, but at this moment he could only open the window, trying to clear his brain with cold air, and then started the truck he drove.

Be careful all the way, and finally drove into the urban area of ​​Seoul, getting closer and closer to the destination, Li Dongji's nerves became more and more relaxed invisibly, he stared at the empty street in front of him, where only a few cars occasionally passed by.

Red light, stop, green light, start, green light, turn, red light, stop, green light, keep going, green light, keep going, green light, turn...

wrong!What he saw was a green light going straight, and he couldn't turn at this time!

The person riding a bicycle crossing the zebra crossing was close in sight. Li Dongji broke out in a cold sweat and slammed the steering wheel. The front of the large truck swung and rushed onto the sidewalk next to him.

"what--"

Li Dongji prayed that the bump from bottom to top was only because the sidewalk was relatively higher, and he stepped on the brakes to the bottom, and the scream of the cold wind came to his ears a little later.Li Dongji stretched out his trembling hand to the car door and opened it after several tries.

Three or four passers-by had already surrounded them, and one of them was still pushing a bicycle. Li Dongji couldn't tell if she was the person he tried his best to avoid just now.

They said to him, "You've hit someone, call an ambulance."

Li Dongji was cold all over, twisted his neck with difficulty and looked back. In the shadow formed by the tall cargo boxes was the upper body of a person. With the light of the street lamp, Li Dongji could see the messy long hair and the pale, naked body in the middle. angry face.

He took a step toward the person he hit, then fell to his knees.

The chassis of the truck was very high. Li Dongji bent down, lay on the ground, and looked under the truck.That pool of dark red liquid is undoubtedly blood, and what is even more shocking is the lower part of the limbs under the car, the hem of the clothes and the trousers are already in tatters. The legs are even twisted into a strange angle, which is absolutely impossible for a person under normal circumstances.

Li Dongji's knees seemed to be nailed to the cold ground, and he could no longer leave.