Chapter 358 Fighting poison with poison, sobering up with alcohol
Du Caige swore that it was definitely the thunder that woke him up.
Although he has begun to wake up, his headache is splitting, and his eyes are stuck with eye mucus, which makes him not want to open his eyes.
Judging from the light hitting the eyes, it should be almost noon at this time.
After lying down for a while, he realized that it was not the thunder that woke him up, but someone snoring.
No, not one person, but one after another, two snores.
who is it? Why is there someone else in my room?
Soon, the memory came back to my mind.
He quickly sorted out the clues.
Yesterday, he and Dong Wenbin and Zou Guoyong were drinking and reminiscing at the bar until one or two in the morning.
The three were completely drunk, as if Dong Wenbin made a phone call, and then in a daze, it seemed that someone helped them out of the bar.
I can't remember what happened after that.
Du Caige rubbed his eyes and opened them with difficulty.
Well, this should be a hotel room.
And it's a big suite.
Du Caige sat up, massaged his temples for a few minutes, and finally felt better, and then staggered out of bed.
When he walked outside, he saw that in another room, Zou Guoyong was lying on the bed, his posture was so arrogant that he could almost blow bubbles from his nose.
But Fatty Dong was nowhere to be seen.
Du Caige followed the sound, and finally found Fatty Dong in the bathroom. This fellow was holding the toilet lid and snoring. His posture was very ecstasy, and his saliva was flowing down the toilet lid.
When Du Caige came to the bathroom, he seemed to hear footsteps, and he didn't know what he was dreaming. He hummed and hummed twice.
Du Caige didn't bother him.
Such suites generally have two bathrooms.
He quickly found another bathroom, emptied his stock, brushed his teeth and washed his face.
He still felt something was wrong, so he found another bottle of mineral water and drank it.
Then I took a hot shower and finally felt refreshed.
"What time is it?"
When he was brushing himself, he heard Zou Guoyong shout. "I'm going to die, I'm grass, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Then I heard Zou Guoyong stumbling out of bed and the sound of keys when he put on his pants.
The footsteps came to another bathroom, and Zou Guoyong's voice shouted: "Fatty Dong, Fatty Dong! Go away, let me go to the toilet!"
Du Caige put on his clothes, dried his hair, and came out. He saw Fatty Dong sitting on the sofa with a dull expression and bloodshot eyes.
After a while, Zou Guoyong rushed out while putting on his clothes, "I'm sorry, I have to leave first, you guys continue to play, and call me next time."
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Fatty Dong's eyes were still a little blank.
Zou Guoyong smiled bitterly: "If I don't go back, I will be killed by my wife... She has to go to work, and no one takes her son at home. Today, she has asked for a morning's leave. If my mobile phone is turned on now, I am sure there will be dozens of missed calls. ."
"I sympathize with you, brother." Fatty Dong gave him the look of someone who had come over.
"Let's meet again next time! Be sure to call me!" Zou Guoyong said.
"Forget it, your daddy has a heavy responsibility, I don't dare to call you out to play again." Du Caige said.
Zou Guoyong immediately burst into tears in the wind: "I also want to come out and relax occasionally! Brother! If you are a brother, remember to call me and ask me to come out to play! Occasionally let me breathe! It will really kill people! "
Seeing his miserable appearance, Du Caige shuddered.
If I have a child in the future, it won't be like this...
After thinking about it, he suddenly woke up: Uh, no, I already have Caiwei, I don't need to have another child.
Great.
Dong Wenbin waved listlessly: "Go away. Make an appointment next time."
"In two weeks, I will invite you to drink my son's hundred-day wine."
"I can't drink it," Dong Wenbin said, "I have returned to Xingtiaoguo in two weeks. But I can video with you! I also use LL.
"
"That's fine, don't scare my son with your ugly face." Zou Guoyong waved his hand and walked away with an ugly face.
When the door was slammed shut, Du Caige remembered that today was the day "Those Years" was launched.
He sat on the bedside and played with his mobile phone, wanting to see the evaluation of his movie on Tieba and Weibo.
Dong Wenbin walked the Z-shaped route, staggeringly went to the small bar to get two cans of beer, and threw one to Du Caige. "Come on, sober up."
Du Caige was stunned: "You call this sobering up?"
Dong Wenbin looked at the beer in his hand with a puzzled expression: "What's the problem?"
"How can there be no problem! The problem is big!"
Dong Wenbin pulled the ring open, took a sip, and burped: "Tackling poison with poison and sobering up with alcohol, I don't think there's anything wrong with it."
"..."
"What kind of expression do you have, old Du," Dong Wenbin said dissatisfiedly, "you taught me this! Before the end of the performance, we would all get drunk. Every time I woke up in the morning with a splitting headache, you would throw it to me. A bottle of wine, and then told me to fight poison with poison and sober with alcohol."
"It wasn't me, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
"roll."
Du Caige thought about it for a while, and felt that the phrase "fighting poison with poison and sobering up with alcohol" seems to make sense.
So I tried to drink a few sips, and sure enough, the headache was relieved.
The two of them drank their heads and didn't speak.
After a while, Fatty Dong finished drinking and went to take a bath and clear the stock.
Then he wiped his hair and came out: "Are you okay today?"
"Of course I have something to do, but now I have a headache and don't want to do anything," Du Caige said lazily, "so I'll just take a break before leaving."
"That thing I said yesterday." Fatty Dong said.
Du Caige raised his eyebrows.
"It's about you and Shen Jinsong."
"Oh."
"You still don't believe me?"
Du Caige considered it for a while, then smiled: "It's impossible not to believe it, but it's hard to say that you believe it completely."
Fatty Dong also smiled: "If you completely believe me, then you have no brains. But we are brothers after all. If you don't believe me at all, then your conscience will be eaten by dogs."
Du Caige laughed: "It makes sense."
Fatty Dong went to open another can of beer, this time he drank much slower.
"I said Lao Du."
"kindness."
"Tell me about your plans. Don't go into too much detail. Then how do you want me to help you?"
Du Caige was about to answer when suddenly the phone vibrated.
He took out his phone and looked at it, gave Dong Wenbin an apologetic smile, and walked away to answer.
"The person who leaked it to the media found it." Yan Yingzhen said.
Du Caige naturally understood what she was talking about.
"Who did it?"
"Sister of the piano teacher's friend."
"Who?" Du Caige thought he had heard it wrong.
Yan Yingzhen smiled bitterly: "It's Caiwei's piano teacher, who told her good friend, and her good friend told her own sister. This sister happened to be short of money, so she sold the news for 6,000 yuan. Feixun News."
Du Caige was speechless for a long time.
"Very speechless, right? I'm speechless too."
"Are you sure there's no ghost behind this?" Du Caige asked.
"It shouldn't be," Yan Yingzhen said, "I asked Feixun to delete the news, and set up blocking words on Tieba and Weibo. Although there are still people discussing, using various approximations and homonyms to replace them, but not many. In the case of the navy, it must be more than that.”
Du Caige breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine. But Caiwei and your safety should still be taken seriously, and there must be bodyguards."
"Know, you know what to worry about. By the way, your film scores and reputation are good."
"I haven't seen it yet. How's it going?"
"It has been purchased more than 40,000 times, and the ratings on several websites are good. It has a score of 8.6 on Yuanguang Video.com, and it is even more exaggerated on Fenian Video.com, with a score of 9.1."
Du Caige was still very calm: "If I can't wait to buy it, it's either my die-hard fan or Jiang Youxi's die-hard fan. The score will definitely be a little floating. I think the score will gradually decrease in the future."
"Have you stopped talking? And your sister Xiaochen's die-hard fans." Yan Yingzhen sneered.
Du Caige changed the topic without a trace: "How about the anti-swipe scoring mechanism of Yuanguang Video Network? Will it be easy to be maliciously scored low?"
"No, don't worry about that."
After chatting for a while, Du Caige hung up the phone and returned to Dong Wenbin.
"What did you just say?"
Dong Wenbin has already started drinking the third bottle of beer: "Speaking of what plan you have against Shen Jinsong, how do you need me to cooperate."
Du Caige smiled slightly: "Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be safe in a hundred battles. My understanding of Shen Jinsong may not be enough. Otherwise, can you tell me what you know about Shen Jinsong? Then I will tell you how I plan to deal with him."
Dong Wenbin said casually: "Yes, but I don't know much. Shen Jinsong met when he was studying in Xingtiao Country in the early years..."
...
In a magnificently renovated house.
"Let's just stop like this? With so much effort before, I thought you were going to make a big move." The speaker was a middle-aged man who was shrewd at first glance.
His hair was short and his temples were gray, but his face was not old.
She's thin and has no flesh on her cheeks, but with a pair of small eyes with a single eyelid, it feels just right and doesn't look ugly.
Wearing a suit with vertical stripes, his clothes and accessories are meticulous, making people feel that he is very particular, with a temperament similar to that of a classical aristocrat, and even makes people guess whether he is from a noble background.
The gray-haired man sitting across from him, wearing a Tang suit and looking in his early fifties, said indifferently, "Just leave it when you see it, that's fine."
"I don't understand." The man with one eyelid and small eyes shook his head.
The man in Tang suit looked down at the limited edition Patek Philippe on his wrist, and said to himself, "It's time for Qing'er to come back."
After a pause, he said in a low tone: "Yuanqing, we don't need to do anything. You must know that people are curious. The more they are prohibited from doing, the more they want to find out."
"So, in fact, we don't need to do anything. When the netizens discover the truth by themselves, then we will help the flames so that we can do the things that need to be done with the least effort."
"I see," the man with one eyelid and small eyes asked, "Yan Yingzhen, should we arrange to write a few articles with rhythm?"
"No need. She's not a celebrity artist, her character, morals, etc., can't hurt her at all. Do you see anyone scolding her this time? No. Instead, most of them sympathize with her, thinking that she is the richest woman. But I'm also a single mother, and I must have suffered a lot. So we just don't do useless work. Concentrate..."
At this time, a short electronic sound of the fingerprint door lock being opened came from downstairs.
"Qing'er is back!" The man in Tang suit stood up suddenly, with the kind smile of his old father.
"Dad!" The voice from downstairs was as sweet as the singing of a lark.
"I'm here!" The man in Tang suit responded loudly.
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