Dust is like a city

Chapter 14 Dust City

When Jiang Zihua received a call from Huo Rongxuan's assistant in the middle of the night, he knew that something was wrong. Although the other party didn't explain the situation on the phone, how could a shrewd person like Jiang Zihua not guess it?

He was complaining in his heart how Chen Qianchen could mess up such a simple thing, Liu Adou, who really couldn't help him.At the same time, he was worried about what was going on, and would he offend Mr. Huo?

So he put on his clothes quickly, and rushed to the address sent by Mr. Huo's assistant.

The address is a private hospital. It is expensive and the location is located in city A, so it is still relatively well-known. Many artists in the circle would choose to go to this hospital out of consideration of ensuring privacy and safety, so Jiang Zihua is no stranger.He looked at the house number mentioned in the text message familiarly and walked to the ward.

He knocked symbolically on the door, and a young voice quickly came from inside, "Come in."

Jiang Zihua pushed the door open and went in.

There are four people in the clean single ward at the moment, a young doctor wearing a white coat and glasses, one is Chen Qianchen who is lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, the other is Li Huan, the assistant to President Huo he came into contact with, and the last one is wearing black The windbreaker looks a little cold but the handsome man is naturally the young president of HEM - Huo Rongxuan.

Chen Qianchen was resting on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, but when he saw Jiang Zihua coming, he couldn't help but sit up: "Hua..."

Before he could speak, Jiang Zihua waved his hand at him, and without looking at him, he adjusted his professional smile and greeted Huo Rongxuan: "Mr. Huo, I am Chen Qianchen's manager, and my surname is Jiang."

As for Huo Rongxuan, Jiang Zihua had only seen him from a distance before, but he had never even been close. He also dealt with Huo Rongxuan's assistant, Li Huan, on more important matters.Although Jiang Zihua didn't know exactly what happened at this moment, his years of social experience told him to please the big shots first.

Huo Rongxuan just lowered his eyelashes and glanced at him lightly, then raised his chin slightly, and gestured towards the doctor in the white coat.

"Ahem... Well, let me explain the situation." The young doctor in a white coat cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Jiang, right? Hello, my surname is Zhou."

"Oh, Doctor Zhou."

"It's like this. We can diagnose Mr. Chen's condition as poisoning." Dr. Zhou said.

"Poisoned... poisoned?!" Jiang Zihua was stunned.

"Oh, don't worry too much. He doesn't drink much coffee or fruit wine, so it's not that serious. He looks weaker now because he just helped him induce vomiting and gastric lavage. Just rest and rest. Other physical conditions There is nothing wrong with our inspection." Doctor Zhou said with relief.

"Wait... coffee... coffee?" Jiang Zihua's expression became a little strange.

Doctor Zhou nodded: "According to Mr. Chen, he only drank a glass of water at home, and only touched coffee and fruit wine when he arrived at the hotel, so we suspect that the problem is there, so now we send someone to test it... ..."

"No... No need." Jiang Zihua said hastily, his face a little unsightly.

"Why don't you use it?" Doctor Zhou asked strangely, "Mr. Chen said that a young girl handed him the fruit wine, and he drank it without thinking too much when he was dizzy. This is really strange, isn't it?"

Jiang Zihua coughed twice. The person who spoke was a doctor, not Mr. Huo, so his attitude was a little tougher: "Is this strange? The police should investigate it?"

"Uh...that's right..." Dr. Zhou said, "but fortunately, the dose is not too high this time, otherwise it may be life-threatening..." Dr. Zhou felt that he didn't understand the entertainment industry. Intentionally or unintentionally, it's all about the artist's life. Is the current brokerage company so indifferent?It's rare that they went out of their way to investigate for him, but they didn't appreciate it at all.

"This incident happened in Jinxi, no matter what, they have to bear a considerable part of the responsibility." Huo Rongxuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "It has been handed over to Jinxi's manager to deal with it, and the video surveillance will be called out. The test results of the fruit wine will also come out, I will ask them to send them to your company at that time, as for whether to pursue the investigation or not, it is your problem..."

"Uh...yes...thank you Mr. Huo for your help..." Jiang Zihua thanked him awkwardly with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Li Huan, what time is it?" Huo Rongxuan asked indifferently.

"It's already 57:[-]." The assistant in the suit beside him replied.

A hint of impatience flashed in Huo Rongxuan's eyes, and he said, "Let's go."

"Yes."

"That, Mr. Huo..." Chen Qianchen suddenly called out on the hospital bed.

Huo Rongxuan paused for a moment, then looked back at him, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.

"...Tonight, thank you very much..." Chen Qianchen was a little embarrassed, and lowered his head.

He was really desperate tonight, thinking that he was going to die, and the physical and mental pain almost made him feel that it was good for him to die like this.But he didn't expect that the benefactor who thought he would be offended by him would bring him to the hospital without any words of blame and even ask Jinxi to help with the investigation.

From a certain point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "life-saving grace".So no matter what, he wanted to say thank you.

Huo Rongxuan still didn't say anything, nodded slightly towards him, and took his assistant out.

There were only three people left in the ward. Dr. Zhou looked at Jiang Zihua who had a bad face after Huo Rongxuan walked out the door, and said, "Mr. Jiang, will you stay with me tonight?"

"Accompany me for what?!" Jiang Zihua said in a bad tone, "Does a big man still need someone to accompany him?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Qianchen, with disappointment, unwillingness and anxiety in his eyes.

Chen Qianchen was stunned for a moment, guessing that he was angry about what happened tonight, after all, he didn't make the deal, so he apologized: "I'm sorry, Brother Hua... I shouldn't just drink what others handed over, it's all me wrong."

The more Dr. Zhou watched, the more he didn't understand. Are the current managers' attitudes towards artists so bad?My own artist has walked around from the gate of hell, and it’s fine if he doesn’t comfort him. As a doctor, he can’t stand it anymore, and said: "Okay, okay, it’s late now, the patient needs to rest, Mr. Jiang If you don’t want to stay with someone, go back earlier.”

Jiang Zihua glanced at the two angrily, slammed the door and went out.

"People nowadays are really poor in self-cultivation and bad in temper, which is directly proportional." Dr. Zhou didn't like Jiang Zihua very much, but he turned his head and smiled at Chen Qianchen, "Okay, Mr. Chen, you should rest early. Is it too much for your body after so long? Get a good night's sleep, stay in the hospital for observation for two days, and then do a full-body examination. If there is no problem, you can be discharged from the hospital."

Chen Qianchen smiled gratefully at him, but he felt that he didn't need to do a full-body examination, "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. If there is no problem tomorrow, I will..."

"Don't be so anxious." Doctor Zhou said, "Boss Huo's people are all accounted for by President Huo. It's very valuable to have a full body checkup here. If you don't do it, don't do it for nothing."

Chen Qianchen had a rare laugh: "Mr. Huo often brings people here?"

"That's not true. He is very picky, and he is one of the investors of our hospital. If he has a minor illness, we have to come to the door in person. He rarely brings people here, unlike Boss Huang..." Dr. Zhou While talking, I felt that I had talked too much, so I consciously stopped talking, and said, "Okay, it's late, let's get some rest..."

"Well, thank you, Dr. Zhou." Chen Qianchen was indeed very tired. After Dr. Zhou turned off the light in the ward, he fell asleep quickly.

Chen Qianchen stayed in the hospital for three days before being discharged. During these three days, Jiang Zihua did not visit him, nor did he make any phone calls.

Chen Qianchen didn't want to bother him either. He knew that Jiang Zihua was the only capable agent in the company. He was always busy, and he guessed that the other party might not calm down about what happened to him this time, so he thought about going to the company to talk about it.

However, Dr. Zhou is not bad, and before leaving, he told him that you artists must pay attention to the health of your intestines and stomach.Because of the physical examination, Chen Qianchen's stomach is indeed not very good.Chen Qianchen thanked the human being and took a taxi back to the dormitory apartment.

But when he got to the apartment, he found that the key couldn't be opened. Just when he was wondering, the door opened with a "snap" from the inside.

The one who opened the door was a boy with a toothbrush in his mouth, with dyed yellow hair, Chen Qianchen recognized him, he was one of the members of Usic, his name was Sun Jing, he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

The two of them met each other suddenly, and they both froze for a moment.

Being able to brush your teeth in an ordinary t-shirt in your own dorm room... Does this scene mean...?

Before Chen Qianchen had time to ask, Sun Jing came to his senses first, glanced at the entrance with his eyes, and said, "Brother Qianchen's salutes are all here."

Chen Qianchen saw that all his salutes were placed beside the shoe rack in the entrance, and he couldn't help frowning.

"The green sticky note on the wall is the address of your new dormitory." Sun Jing said lazily, "It was left by Brother Hua. He said you can go there by yourself."

Chen Qianchen pursed his lips, feeling so uncomfortable that he tightened his five fingers slightly.He had planned to move out at first, just waiting for the company to give him a notice, but he didn't expect the company to drive him away urgently, even if he called to notify him because he was hospitalized.

The reason Chen Qianchen also roughly understands... he is not welcomed by the company.

An entertainer who has a bad reputation, is unpopular, and can't even sleep with a big shot, it's useless to keep it.

Chen Qianchen clenched his fists, picked up his salute without saying a word, then tore off the green sticky note and walked out.

Sun Jing glanced at him from behind, with contempt and disgust in his eyes, and when Chen Qianchen reached the elevator entrance, he closed the door with a "touch".

The sound of closing the door was loud, and Chen Qianchen glanced back.

He is not familiar with Usic's trainees, and only met a few times in the company. At that time, those children would obediently say hello, "Brother!", but now the contempt in their eyes is so undisguised .

Chen Qianchen looked at his own shadow reflected by the elevator door, and finally showed an extremely bitter expression.

This is no longer "the wall falls down and everyone pushes it away". In the eyes of others, I may never see the wall. He is just mud, which is pasted on the wall and dried with the sun, rain and wind, and sinks into the dust.

He raised his hand and looked at the green post-it note. He recognized the address on it. It was the old part of City A. Except for the old apartment, it was an illegal building. Because of the cheap rent, there were many floating population.

When Chen Qianchen arrived there with his luggage and looked at the [-]-square-meter dilapidated apartment, he suddenly felt nothing in his heart.

Old furniture, broken appliances, thick dust.

Chen Qianchen started to clean silently, he told himself that it was okay, it was just like this when he first came to City A when he was 17 years old, he lived in a basement that was even more dilapidated than now, but he just started from scratch.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when Chen Qianchen roughly finished cleaning the room. The sun was setting slowly, and the afterglow of the setting sun came in through the old and yellowed window glass. Chen Qianchen saw countless dust floating in the air, and suddenly Received a call from Lu Zhexiao.

"Brother Qianchen! I signed with Xiangli Company! I signed a contract!"

"Well, is that right? That's great, congratulations, Zhe Xiao." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chen Qianchen said calmly, looking at the sunset outside the window with gentle eyes.

"Yeah, I just signed the contract and now I have a lot of things to do. I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free!"

"it is good."

"Brother Qianchen, how are you doing lately? Are you okay?" Lu Zhexiao's rough-natured child seemed to feel the depression on the other end of the phone at this moment.

"I..." Chen Qianchen opened his mouth, he wanted to say "I'm fine", but the word "very fine" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it.

It's been too long... and it's too difficult... From the contract dispute to the present, his heart is really suffering.

After the word "I", all words became silent, and Chen Qianchen covered his mouth with sobs.

He is no longer 17 years old, and he knows it very well in his heart.

At the age of 17, he is still young, and he still has many opportunities. He is still a trainee, and his future is full of hope.

Now that he is 24 years old, he has been given up by the company in this way, not to mention three years later, even in these three years he has no hope, he will be bound by a paper contract and cannot leave.

He knew that he would wither and die here like a tree that would never get sunlight again.

"I..." Chen Qianchen's tears flowed down, and he said to Lu Zhexiao, "...I don't want to give up..."

He didn't know what way he could go, the only thing he knew was that he didn't want to die here.

Even if he is a tiny speck of dust, inconspicuous and unremarkable.But he exists in this world, like thousands of stars in the universe, like a clock that passes every second, no matter how insignificant, he must still have the power to build a city wall for himself.

Never let yourself be hurt by others again.