Chapter 62 Hidden secrets Pei Yan also found that the old guy's attitude towards him was much better than his attitude towards his son.
This was beyond his expectation.
He thought he would quarrel, fight, and be slapped with eggs, vegetable leaves, and steamed buns when he entered the door.
None of this happened in the end.
The old guy ate whatever he asked him to do, and his bad habits were gone.
Uncle Zhuang was talking in front of him with his head down and he occasionally said something unpleasant, but he was quite honest.
Sure enough, people are like this.
They are kind and reasonable in front of outsiders, but behind closed doors, they go all out to bully the relatives around them.
Those stingy and sharp faces are specially used to torture the people closest to them and make families separated from their relatives.
Why bother?
He served a large plate of golden fried steamed bun slices, took out the white sugar and sesame paste he had just bought from under the table, and began to compare the two flavors which was more delicious.
"I'll give you a piece with sesame sauce and another one dipped in sugar.
You can try which one you like better.
In fact, I think it tastes best if you put sesame sauce on it and then dip it in sugar."
Pei Yan said.
"What's wrong with you kid?"
Uncle Zhuang chewed fried steamed bun slices.
"Why is it so good?"
Pei Yan asked with a smile as they sat across the table.
"Why so much nonsense?"
Uncle Zhuang muttered.
The smile on Pei Yan's face disappeared, and several different sentences of the Three-Character Sutra flashed through his heart.
He couldn't hold back the curse today.
Then, he heard the old drunkard holding fried steamed bun slices and whispering in a low voice: "My son, he, he doesn't talk so much.
He never talks to me, not a word, even at home.
Don’t say anything whether you live or die.”
The old man hasn't talked to anyone for a long time.
He was such a bitch, he just loved hearing Pei Yan talk nonsense, and the two of them talked so much.
"Why doesn't Zhuang Xiao talk to you?
Have you ever thought about why?"
Pei Yan's face had a faint light under the lamp, "When we met, you called him the most unpleasant names, bullied him, and beat him.
You asked him to follow What did you say?"
"Zhuang Xiao is not very talkative to begin with, and he has nothing to say to me.
You still make him feel bad.
What else can he say?
Your son is doing well and respectable outside.
He is also a star and can earn a lot of money.
He has a lot of money, a career and a reputation.
You always think about him.
He doesn’t want face or self-respect.
If you treat him better in the future, won’t he be willing to come back?”
"" Cough, this mouthful of chicken soup is for me.
This is really not his style.
Who did he learn this from?
Pei Yan stayed at Uncle Zhuang's house very late that day and chatted on and off for a long time.
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He would not go back until there were no cars or traffic jams on the road outside.
The two of them didn't quarrel or fight anymore, and they got along quite harmoniously.
Pei Yan probably figured out the temperament of an old drunkard.
This person is a person whose brain is damaged by alcohol and is moody.
He is acting out at one time and another.
His bad temper comes and goes quickly.
He can be coaxed and frightened, but he will be honest. .
However, Uncle Zhuang just couldn't get along with his son with such a personality.
Zhuang Xiao just had a rebellious mentality and refused to speak, and was very cold at heart.
Between the two fathers, the elder used hot violence against his son, and the son responded with cold violence.
The damage to each other was huge.
Sometimes Uncle Zhuang would simply use harsh words to force Zhuang Xiao to speak out, and he would fall into a vicious cycle.
Uncle Zhuang also has a hair style that is half long but not too short.
Maybe it is easier to take care of because he doesn’t have to go out to get haircuts often.
His long hair was tied into a braid at the back, and his hair was already gray.
Looking from the side under the lamp, the silhouettes of father and son looked very similar.
The uncle must have been a handsome boy when he was young.
Such a face really made Pei Yan hate him.
He casually said that he wanted to learn a few Baguazhang moves from the old man, but the old man actually showed him the palm and pushed him back and forth to make several moves.
"Hey, can you teach me whatever you want?"
Pei Yan asked, "It's not a unique skill passed down from your family."
"Didn't you say you wanted to learn?"
Uncle Zhuang said.
"If you don't ask your son if you can pass it on to me," Pei Yan said with a smile, "if he has taught me all the tricks, then those tricks he has are not unique skills."
"When you learn how to do it, go to him and ask for help."
The uncle is so generous.
"Ah, I don't dare to make a mistake in front of him."
Pei Yan chuckled, "There is no rule in your family that it is passed on to the inside and not to the outside, and that it is passed on from male to female."
"No rules."
Uncle Zhuang slapped him with a palm.
"I'll learn that.
The first time we met, you stretched out your palms and hit me.
The white ape offered fruit."
Pei Yan blocked the uncle's slap.
The first time he met Zhuang Xiao, Zhuang Xiao also used this trick to make his earlobe bleed.
Uncle Zhuang also told him: "Training moves is just to practice the form and show off.
You have to keep practicing Qi and internal strength, boy, you can't be so showy."
Pei Yan said: "I don't have the internal strength.
I really can't practice Zhuang Xiao.
He easily made a wave with one palm, and I knelt in the bathtub."
He lowered his eyes under the lamp and laughed self-deprecatingly.
Don't understand this sentence.
The next day, he unexpectedly received a greeting and invitation from Fat Cha, the director who directed the American version of Drunken Master.
Drunken Master is scheduled to be released during the Spring Festival in China.
As a well-known Hollywood blockbuster director, Fei Cha was also invited to Beijing for promotion and interviews.
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Mr.
Zhuang did not participate in the domestic promotion for various reasons.
The distribution company was very dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do.
These are all known stories.
Fei Cha sent him a message and asked him to come to Beijing to talk about movies and consider cooperating in the next film.
This is an action movie with a cosmic science fiction feel, somewhat similar to Avatar, and the original work seems to have won an international award.
The old guy didn't even bring a script.
He ordered a cup of coffee for Mr.
Pei and sat there chatting for two hours, telling him stories.
The director was talking and gesticulating, and he even took out his notebook to draw his character and scenes.
Pei Yan nodded happily: It's fun, interesting, and acting.
If he can cooperate with Fat Cha again, it means that he will film across the ocean again, and the studio may still be on the West Coast, in Los Angeles.
He has not yet greeted Zhang Shaochi to ask for the company's opinion, but he wants to go.
Is this a bit of unrealistic fantasy for yourself?
Pei Yan went to see Uncle Zhuang again in the evening and had been volunteering for two consecutive days to show love and care for the elderly living alone.
If he couldn't see his brother Xiao, he would just meet his uncle.
He called that store specifically, ordered a box of twelve-flavor platter cakes, and took the cakes to Uncle Zhuang's house.
During the New Year's holiday, the weather was bad, and all the entertainment paparazzi were off duty, so no one was around to follow him and take pictures of his whereabouts.
He went to the supermarket to buy groceries again.
From the limited list of talents, he tried to figure out what kind of dishes he could cook, and decided to show his uncle the northern family version of fried chicken and fried tofu.
Mrs.
Xu taught him the secrets of these two dishes so that he could prepare them when needed.
Let him cook other things, including scrambled eggs with tomatoes and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
The door was unlocked again.
The uncle relied on his martial arts skills, so no thieves dared to mess with him.
When I walked in, it was very quiet, no one in the room answered, something wasn't right.
Pei Yan called a few times, walked around the inner and outer rooms, and found someone on the balcony.
A flower pot broke on the balcony, and the ground was covered with broken pottery shards and dirt.
Uncle Zhuang fell to the side with blood on his head and his feet seemed to be sprained.
The old drunkard's crutch hit him on the head.
"What are you doing?
What's wrong with you?"
Pei Yan blocked the hard cane and wanted to get angry.
If he couldn't beat me, he would hit me again.
"Don't fucking pretend.
Don't come to see me.
I'll be crippled.
Get out of here."
Zhuang Wenlong muttered in a low voice, his eyes were dark, and a trail of dried blood hung on the bridge of his forehead and nose. "" "If you're hungry or thirsty, I'll help you."
Pei Yan said.
The old guy is indeed quite pitiful.
"Oh, you peed your pants.
What a big deal.
It's okay.
Get up."
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He easily picked the person up from the ground and carried him into the house.
I don’t know when he fell.
He may have knocked over a flower pot on the balcony and was hit on the head by the flower pot.
He may have been sitting on the balcony for several hours.
The nanny who was supposed to come over to clean and cook didn’t come on time.
He died on the balcony.
I'm afraid no one at home knows.
He changed out of his dirty pants and wiped his face with warm water to wipe away the blood.
Ate something and drank some water.
For Pei Yan, this is indeed the first time he has done these tasks of serving others.
Let's practice his skills with Uncle Zhuang first.
After tidying up, he took over the box of cakes, opened the lid and showed it to the other party: "Twelve flavors, don't worry, you may like to pick, but if you choose, there will always be one or two that suit your eyes and taste.
Do you want to eat it?"
" "" The smell of alcohol and anger dissipated, and there was a sad and miserable look in Zhuang Wenlong's eyes, and he blinked his wet eyes.
What is pleasing to the eye, what is pleasing to the taste "Haha."
Uncle Zhuang smiled, "You are the one who is the most pleasing to my eyes and the best to my taste."
Humans are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless?
"Hey, it's really rare.
Thank you."
Pei Yan said with a smile, "I am more pleasing to you than your own son."
"You're much more pleasing to the eye than that little bastard."
Uncle Zhuang nodded.
"Don't say that.
Brother Xiao feels so uncomfortable and sad when he hears it."
Pei Yan said, "That is your biological son.
I am an outsider after all."
"You are an outsider."
The old drunkard raised his wrinkled eyelids and sighed, "You brat, I am crazy, you are also crazy, I have a broken brain, you have a broken brain, I am an old cripple, why do you, an outsider, care about me?
" "You can't just ignore it."
Pei Yan served the cake, and they each took a plate.
"How come your legs and feet are so disabled that they were not injured in a movie while fighting with your son?"
"" Pei Yan really didn't know the reason before.
How could Uncle Zhuang, a man with such a violent temper who also wanted to save face and be strong, become disabled?
What was the scene of the movie when I got injured?
The safety protection measures on the set are one after another.
There are people checking and checking, there are stunt teams, there are action directors, there are producers and producers, there are even industry associations and the General Administration, how could something like this happen?
Phoenix Dances and Dragon Dance, isn't it the one that Jiahuang made before?
Just kidding, that set exploded Why haven't I heard of this?
Has it been reported by the media?
Why haven't I seen any detailed reports?
Someone forced you to make a film Whoever forces you to make a film, what can they do if you don’t make it?
The worst thing is not to ask and think about it carefully.
Pei Yan's face slowly changed, from constantly questioning and probing to completely silent, falling into a long silence and feeling sad.
What happened many years ago, he was just a kid and didn't understand anything.
What's more, online news has long been deleted and suppressed.
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What can be found on the Internet is the full version of the family drama between Zhuang Wenlong and Zhuang Xiao and his son, which covers everything in detail and spans twenty years.
Alcoholism, domestic violence, mania, quarrels, divorce, father-son discord, poverty, living in a shabby house, etc., all outline this person's public image, which is extremely bad.
The facts that ordinary people can read are the stories they are allowed to understand.
They are the materials that the media piles up and lists in a unified manner to brainwash the audience.
No one has the conscience to ask why Zhuang Wenlong was useless and why his career and reputation plummeted.
Zhang Shaochi never mentioned it, no one in the company mentioned it, and Zhuang Xiao didn't mention it either.
"Uncle, you don't want to see me and hate me because of this," Pei Yan asked in a low voice.
"I hate you," Uncle Zhuang snorted, "Look at that little bastard of mine, how much he cares about you.
He is also a worthless thing.
He has been with you forever, and he still associates with you."
"He really misses me."
Pei Yan smiled bitterly.
"I think so, it's quite rare."
Uncle Zhuang's eyes were dull and he smiled.
Pei Yan bit his tongue with his teeth, and a fishy smell came out of his tongue.
"Maybe he really cares about me and is willing to associate with me."
"Zhuang Xiao is like this.
He keeps everything in his heart.
He must be very happy to keep it in his heart."
"If he doesn't tell me, I'll ask for him."
Pei Yan put the cake on the table and said, "Eat it slowly.
It will last you two days."
Then he got up and left.
Pei Yan sat in the car and called their manager Zhang from Jiahuang Yingmingshenwu, and was directly transferred to the message box.
Zhang Shaochi may be in a meeting and is busy, so he won't be readily available to the little wildcats.
He searched again for information about the movie Feng Wu Long Xing.
The Internet was full of exaggerated and innocuous promotional releases, and there was no news with any real "news value".
There is only one valuable one.
There is a list of seven or eight production companies in the film investor column, and the second one is Baiguixing Film Group.
Du Mingjun.
I can't poke Zhang Shaochi's chrysanthemum, but I dare not poke your Du Mingjun's chrysanthemum.
Half an hour later, Pei Yan was blocked at the door of Mr.
Du's villa.
He asked someone privately to inquire and said that Mr.
Du had been very close to a certain actor recently and he should be living here.
There is a security guard at the entrance of the villa, and an electronically controlled iron gate blocks the way.
Pei Yan drove past the door without getting out of the car and walked directly around to the back door of the villa.
Old Chrysanthemum, this guy just likes to let people go through the back door.
He got out of the car and climbed over the wall, jumped over the wall, let the sirens blare all around, stepped on the snow on the ground and ran straight into the house.
Mr.
Du was enjoying a candlelight date with a macho man in his bedroom this late at night.
He was kicked out of bed by Mr.
Pei in his big underpants.
How cold it is.
Du Mingjun was shirtless and wearing underpants, standing by the wall, being supported by an iron drill specially designed for fireplaces.
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He sneezed several times wildly, his body was trembling with white stripes, and he was shivering from the cold.
Pei Yan pressed the iron drill against the middle of Mr.
Du's collarbone: "Can you tell the truth?
Does the incident involving Zhuang Wenlong have anything to do with you?"
"Hey, Yanyan," Du Mingjun said with a sneer on his face, "I thought it was such a big deal.
What are you doing?
The alarm bell went off, so you barged in and asked me this."
"How big of a deal do you think it is?"
Pei Yan said, "Why did Zhuang Wenlong's leg become disabled?
Was it you who caused the trouble in the first place?"
The muscles on Du Mingjun's face and his crotch trembled a few times: "Yanyan, don't be like this, I thought you were here to have fun with me."
"Go play with your biological father," Pei Yan said.
"Could it be that Zhuang Wenlong is your biological father?
Whose father is he has none of your business?"
Du Mingjun didn't know how to speak seriously.
He still remembers the grudge that happened when Zhuang Xiao whipped the enoki mushroom under his crotch into a purple eggplant.
At this moment, the person in the master bedroom bathroom came out.
He was naked and wrapped in a bathrobe.
He raised his head and met Pei Yan.
He was stunned and embarrassed.
He immediately covered his face and wanted to leave.
Who is this?
He was the actor who used to film on the same crew as Pei Yan.
The avatar on Weibo is a cartoon dragon with a peach on its head, hence the nickname "Peach Dragon".
"Peach Dragon" just showed off his marriage certificate to his wife from the Civil Affairs Bureau on Weibo in a high-profile manner, and then celebrated the New Year in bed with Lao Juhua.
My wife may not be unaware.
The woman might be earning money for a villa or a luxury car while under the covers of another big boss.
Why not make money while you are young, have good kidneys, and plenty of horsepower?
If you don't make money, you would be a fool.
Many people are like this, choosing this path, feeling shameful and happy.
The shame lies in betraying yourself against your will, and the joy lies in counting money until your hands cramp.
And there is no risk at all, and you will definitely not break your leg.
Pei Yan felt extremely uncomfortable, and there were some things she couldn't express too obviously.
Du Mingjun, do you think Zhuang Xiao is just like this idiot, willing to do such a thing?
Did you coerce Zhuang Xiao into using the same tactics you used against his father back then?
Did you threaten Zhuang Xiao into compromising?
It was you who made Zhuang Xiao unable to stay in the mainland any longer and forced him to leave.
I had already guessed this.
There was a vermilion bottle on Mr.
Du's bedside table.
It was three feet tall and looked quite expensive.
It flew out when he swung it.
Pei Yan specifically picked out the most expensive and heaviest thing in the bedroom to swish it.
If you bully my baby, I will throw your baby away.
Do you feel bad?
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The beautiful tall bottle flew up the wall and exploded into a pile of porcelain pieces.
The broken porcelain flew everywhere and scattered all over the floor.
Du Mingjun covered his chest and let out an "ah" sound.
His beloved was shattered, his hands and feet were trembling, and more than 20 million yuan was heard.
The mistress in the room had already slipped downstairs, thinking that Pei Yan was here to vie for favor in front of Mr.
Du, to compete for status and the house.
She was afraid that Mr.
Pei would swipe the next bottle in his face, so she hurried away.
"Mr.
Du, believe it or not, I planted this iron rod in your chrysanthemum today, and you will no longer be blooming on the chrysanthemum.
I will let you plant seedlings on the chrysanthemum."
Pei Yan's eyes were very fierce.
He is known as the "Three Ring Young and Dangerous Boy", a nickname given to him by Mr.
Zhang as a joke.
In the end, Du Mingjun was pushed to the ground and his pants were pulled off.
A flag was almost planted on his buttocks.
He cried and howled, humming a few truths.
I didn't want to do anything to Zhuang Wenlong.
He didn't open his eyes to him.
He signed the contract and wanted to break the contract and not let me take the picture.
Didn't we just let him make a few movies?
He is stubborn, uncooperative and even yells outside.
He doesn't keep his mouth shut.
He has a bad temper.
I am as stubborn as my son, and the whole family has a bad temper.
There are two stones in the manhole, and even if you give him money, he won’t even make it.
It's easy to have accidents when making kung fu movies.
The wire rope will definitely break.
I knew it in advance.
But the explosive device also malfunctioned.
I didn't know it beforehand.
That was an accident.
It was an accident.
Three hundred and sixty-five on the set.
God, accidents like this where arms and legs are missing happen every day.
Who should blame him?
Zhuang Wenlong is unlucky because he is unlucky.
Why don't you ask your "sugar daddy" Zhang Shaochi how much he has made over the years?
It's none of his business.
Non-cooperation is the rule in a bad circle.
Now that a little fish and shrimp like you has gained the upper hand, how will you discipline the other fish and shrimps in the pond in the future?
If you don't punish them, who will you punish?
Zhuang Wenlong was good-looking when he was young, very similar to Zhuang Xiao.
Although he did not have the popularity of his son now, he was still considered the number one in the kung fu circle with good looks and ability.
He just has a bad temper after drinking, and can easily offend others by speaking out loud and causing trouble.
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It is not easy to make a person successful, but it is so easy to completely destroy a person.
Pei Yan stared at Du Mingjun's fat butt twisting in front of him, trembling with anger, and kicked him hard.
All he could recall was what Zhuang Xiao said when they broke up with him: twenty years from now, if you are still single, if I am still unmarried.
When they were about to break up, Zhuang Xiao held his head, kissed his forehead, and kissed his face.
He looked so emotional, so he really couldn't bear to leave him.
At this moment, Zhang Shaochi was still in the conference room, staying up late with several directors of the company to hold a conference call with the team in the United States.
Mr.
Zhang is known as the "King of Hell" in the company.
A company where the chairman takes the lead in working overtime is not a place for people, and the work is too hard.
WeChat vibrated slightly, and he swiped open the screen.
The video was shot of Lao Daihua twisting her butt naked on the carpet of her villa, twisting like a big white silkworm.
Zhang Shaochi kept an expressionless face, but his normal complexion slowly turned livid.
He first watched the popular video and then played it again.
This time he turned up the volume on his mobile phone and pretended that the group of people in the conference room did not exist.
He could tell who was talking as soon as he heard it, and they cooperated tacitly with questions and answers.
Pei Yan recorded Lao Juhua's "confession" and sent it directly to him.
Several people in the conference room heard it, and a group of people fell silent.
Everyone who heard it pretended not to hear it, and several old professionals in the workplace were looking down at the documents or bending down to pick up things.
The old aunt Wang Yuanling could tell that the little monkey was worried at the first sound, and her facial expression was hard to describe.
Pei Yan didn't show his face in the video, only his voice was heard, just wanting to scold Zhang Shaochi: "Mr.
Zhang, do you dare to admit this?
Be a serious businessman and don't do immoral things.
Is it so difficult?
You are already as rich as the enemy, and your skills are so great."
Isn’t it enough to make money by raising a bunch of charming men and women down there?
Why do you still force others?
That person is disabled, do you think your conscience can be at ease?"
Zhang Shaochi's chest rose and fell violently.
He couldn't hold himself back and wanted to retort, but then he realized that this was just a video, not a phone call.
"Do you know why you have been single for so many years?
No one wants or loves you.
Who dares to like you if someone likes you?
What are you thinking about?
Box office, box office, income, income, benefit, benefit , money, money, just live with money and be a human being When you are ruthless and ruthless, you expect others to be kind and loving to you.
When you are greedy and greedy, you expect others to be kind and kind to you.
You talk to others about benefiting others and respond with true love.
Do you think this is possible?
How do you live so efficiently and so well?
Got it.
"Mr.
Zhang, I am the stupidest person, the most idiotic person, and I live the least understanding.
I just want to be a compassionate and righteous person, I have feelings, I am loyal, and I will not do anything immoral.
I I feel that I am different from you and do not want to work with you.
I don’t want to be with you.
It’s time to play.
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So it doesn’t matter whether you admit it or not.
Mr.
Du said something right just now.
If there is still evidence for what happened in the past ten or eight years, can you go to court?
You can’t do it.
Come on, I won’t fuck with you anymore.”
The video ends abruptly.
Pei Yan did not call Zhang Shaochi to discuss the matter.
You bully my baby, I feel sad, angry, and unhappy.
If you force him to leave, then I will leave too.
I won’t play with you anymore.
With his temperament, he would never wait for those "twenty years", that is, Zhuang Xiao's character before he would say nonsense about twenty years.
He didn't wait for two years.
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