Behind the scenes of the stage.

Feng Xiaoling breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, at the last moment, the guests still did not find anything wrong, and they were able to escape the disaster.

Hong Chengyan sneered in his heart, Li Fei offended He Lao, his life would be considered useless.

"That's great, Mr. He's stage performance is so great."

The director excitedly made an oye gesture.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and he pressed the answer button casually. Then the excited smile on his face gradually solidified, his whole body became stiff, his hands seemed to have lost their strength, and the mobile phone fell to the ground.

"Crack! Crack!"

The staff present looked out and saw the director leaning back, which startled them. They quickly took a few steps to catch the director and helped him to the seat.

"Director, what's wrong with you?" one of the staff members asked worriedly.

The director, on the other hand, looked straight ahead and ignored the staff's questions.

"The director must be very excited. It will be fine after a while." A man with glasses nearby pushed up the glasses stuck on the bridge of his nose and said with an expression as smart as mine.

After a long while, the director came back to his senses. First he burst into tears, and then tears fell down his face.

"We know you are so happy that you are crying with joy, right?" In order to verify his words, the man with glasses squatted beside the director and asked with a smile.

"Bah bang bang!"

The director got angry and slapped the man in glasses three times, pointed at the man in glasses and cursed: "You know what the hell, Mr. He started fighting with that guest, they really beat him, and Mr. He has already been sent to the hospital.

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"As the director of this show, I have an unshirkable responsibility. Mr. Zhong has already called me and said that this is my last directorial commercial performance and that my director career is over."

The words spoken by the director seemed to have drained all his strength. He sat down on his seat and began to cry silently.

The man with the silver mirror spun around twice on the ground, also with a look of astonishment on his face. He guessed wrong and was embarrassed, so he covered his face and walked away quickly.

All the people backstage shut their mouths, and there was silence behind the scenes. Then they all looked at Feng Xiaoling. They did not expect that what Feng Xiaoling said was actually true.

They prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that Mr. Zhong's flames would only burn as far as the director and never let them be implicated.

Once the emperor, there were courtiers. Now that the director has provoked people who should not be provoked, they have kept a distance from the director and moved towards

Walk backstage.

Feng Xiaoling couldn't help but sigh. Who asked the director to disobey his advice, which led to the current scene, and he had to leave.

Feng Xiaoling had not taken a few steps when she was grabbed by a big hand. She looked back and saw the director looking at her with a pleading look on his face.

"Xiao Ling, you have to help me. You are the only one who can save me now."

He now knows very well that, let alone Hong Chengyan, even the chairman of Dawan Entertainment is not qualified to speak in front of Mr. Zhong.

Only Feng Xiaoling, this large venue was negotiated between Feng Xiaoling and Sister Li, and the rent was so cheap. If Feng Xiaoling had nothing to do with Mr. Zhong, he wouldn't believe it even if he beat him to death.

"Director, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I really can't help you." Feng Xiaoling sighed.

Li Fei had previously sealed Mr. Zhong's acupuncture points, and she begged Brother Fei to say hello to Mr. Zhong, so that Mr. Zhong might not embarrass the director.

But in the current situation, these people on the stage belong to Mr. Zhong, and it is obvious that Mr. Zhong instigated them to deal with Brother Fei behind his back. In other words, Mr. Zhong has unlocked the acupuncture points and does not take Brother Fei seriously.

The director knelt in front of Feng Xiaoling with tears streaming down his face.

"Please, as long as you can let me resume my career as a director, I will do my best to train you in the future."

After saying that, he even wanted to kowtow to Feng Xiaoling, but Feng Xiaoling dodged him.

Feng Xiaoling's heart softened when she saw the director in such a sorry state.

"Let's do this. I'll ask Sister Li to put in a good word for you and see if I can revive your career as a director. But I don't dare to vouch for it. It may not be possible. Director, you'd better not put too much hope in it."

The director nodded repeatedly and stood up from the ground with some excitement: "Thank you, thank you, Xiaoling."

The Second People's Hospital of the Provincial Capital.

Mr. Zhong got out of the luxury car and walked towards the hospital in a hurry. There were more than a dozen bodyguards in front of him to clear the way. The patients and medical staff next to him made way.

Mr. Zhong pushed open the door of the ward and saw Mr. He lying on the bed dying, with a doctor and several nurses standing next to him.

"Tell me, how is Lao He?"

Mr. Zhong grabbed the doctor by the collar, his eyes were red, and he asked loudly.

The doctor jumped at Mr. Zhong's sudden move. He was about to get angry and wanted to break away from Mr. Zhong's grasp of his hands. However, when he saw the bodyguard beside Mr. Zhong looking at him with eager eyes, he gave up the struggle and could only say truthfully:

"The patient is not seriously ill. He just fell into a coma and will wake up after a while. However, he is a little weak and needs to take more nutrients."

"Master, I'm fine."

When Mr. He was in a coma, he heard the old man roaring angrily, and then he slowly opened his eyes. He was deeply moved when he saw the old man questioning the doctor loudly and caring about him so much.

When Mr. Zhong heard what Mr. He was saying, he pushed the doctor away. With a smile on his face, he sat down next to Mr. He and grabbed Mr. He's hand.

"Lao He, it's great that you're okay."

Lao He grew up with him since childhood. Although Lao He was the housekeeper, he always regarded Lao He as his brother.

Whenever he was punished by his father, it was Lao He who took the blame for him, helped him fight with others, and helped him skip classes. The two of them talked about everything.

"You are a real person. Didn't I tell you? I asked the martial arts master to teach Li Fei a lesson. Why did you take action yourself? Now you are injured."

Although Mr. Zhong was accusing Mr. He, his tone was full of concern. Mr. He could also feel it. He said angrily:

"Master, you wanted wind and rain in the provincial capital, and you were bullied by a brat. I'm not angry. I wanted to avenge you, but I failed."

"Okay, I understand, you are still fighting at your age."

"If you leave, who will I confide in?" As he spoke, tears flashed in Mr. Zhong's eyes.
Chapter completed!