Chapter 143

  Got up early next morning and rushed to the airport to fly to the shooting location.

  Jianran sat at the table, yawning and rubbing his heavy black eye circles, sipping strong coffee, eating breakfast while browsing the news on his tablet. As expected, he saw his own face plastered on the front page as the headline, with the title changed to "Yuan Jianran publicly comes out of the closet, shows affection, former lover Jiang Luocheng suspected of jumping off a building, netizens hotly discuss: is it pitiful or deserved?"... Jianran stared at this line of large black characters for half a day, finally silently giving the title a thumbs up - this text editor is good, a few lines of words completely covered the bloody storm of the past few days, and he should give him an extra chicken leg for lunch.

  After flipping through, I found that most of the news was more or less related to myself. I wasn't very interested in my own news, so I closed the entertainment section and went to look at social news instead. Apart from some low-class news about a big fight between relatives over lottery winnings (even though they hadn't even bought a ticket), the headlines were mostly about recent stock market trends and college entrance exams. For example, there was one stock investor who dreamed of getting rich overnight by borrowing money to invest in stocks, but ended up with huge debts after the stock market crashed. He killed his whole family, including the dog, and then disappeared without a trace...

  I was shocked to see it, picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee to calm down, muttering to myself: "That's why I like American dramas, no dead pets or kids, great."

  I quickly scanned through various news, and after eating breakfast, I felt a bit more energized. I quietly logged onto the social forum, where I expected to see a lot of posts about him. The special thread dedicated to him had already blown up with hundreds of pages in a short amount of time - the original title was simply based on his coming-out news, but the subsequent plot twists were as thrilling and confusing as "The Complete Sherlock Holmes". Many onlookers with detective spirits joined the fray, including passersby, fans, fans who were about to turn against him, water armies hired by his company, and water armies trying to bring him down - it was a chaotic and lively scene.

  People took a look at it cautiously, because this time there were water armies coming out, so under the deliberate guidance of the water armies, people are still willing to wait for the police's final comparison results with BD to see if that person is really Jiang Luocheng or someone else before drawing conclusions. However, rational people are still in the minority, and most are willing to drop their IQs in public, with some individuals mysteriously leaving messages saying: "I have a family member who is a police officer, he told me internal news that the result was actually identified at 5 am this morning, that person is indeed Jiang Luocheng, but it was suppressed by the company, wanting to do PR... can't say more, in short, you guys believe it or not."

  “……”

  She quietly spat a mouthful of coffee back into her cup.

  Further down, there are a string of comments saying "Is this for real?" "How shameless" "I knew it, with an artist like Yuan Jinyan, the company must be up to no good, birds of a feather flock together". And then there are those who take the opportunity to say things like "Gay people are really disgusting", "Just looking at his face makes me want to vomit", "How many people have been dragged down by him, I've had enough of Yuan Jinyan's Weibo comments in the past few days, it's so annoying". These kinds of comments are not in the minority...

  Even if one has a heart of diamond, seeing such comments can't help but be upset.

  He calmly logged into his Weibo account, caught a glimpse of an attack on someone's sexual orientation and replied with "Homophobic and closeted, take care" before logging out and closing the webpage. He could imagine how things would unfold on Weibo, thinking about the tens of thousands of comments that might follow, and instantly lost interest in checking his Weibo account again. At this point, he also didn't have much appetite for breakfast, pushing away the half-eaten meal. Just then, the bathroom door behind him opened, and Jiang Chuan walked out to stand behind him, bending down to quickly peck his cheek with his lips and ask in a low voice, "Is there any good news?"

  "There isn't." He let out a long sigh and put the tablet away, "The only good news is that there isn't any clear document on top saying I've been banned."

  Jiang Chuan fell silent for a moment, then said "oh" and sat down beside Jin Ran, pouring himself a glass of milk. He pulled over the half-eaten breakfast plate that Jin Ran had left behind and casually ate a few bites of the leftover food. Jin Ran went to change his clothes, and about twenty minutes later, Fang Yu came up to knock on the door to inform them that they could head downstairs to prepare for their departure to the airport.

  It wasn't until I got off the elevator that I realized the news of my coming out had finally spread to this side of the ocean and caused a certain impact.

  But this impact is not too serious.

  If in the country, Jiang Chuan is low-key and reserved about bodyguard escorting, then here he is completely unscrupulous - some reporters who got the news early that he had arrived in Berlin rushed to the hotel, but were stopped at the door by three layers of armed black-clad men. When they heard the commotion and knew Jiang Chuan was coming downstairs, they hastily raised their cameras, but because they were pushed away by Jiang Chuan's bodyguards all the way, they only had time to quickly press a few shutters before watching the young man with black hair get into the car and disappear into the distance.

  The film crew's motorcade drove away amidst a fleet of over a dozen black sedans, and the reporters bowed their heads to check their cameras, only to discover in dismay that the photos they took were either blurry from the jostling or only captured a sea of dark heads or the expressionless face of the bodyguard closest to them - the shutter wasn't pressed any less, but all the shots turned out to be duds.

  Many reporters looked at each other in dismay, regardless of nationality, and saw helplessness in the eyes of many colleagues, but there was nothing they could do.

  The local reporter returned to the newspaper office with his head hung low, already prepared for a scolding from the boss. But unexpectedly, the reaction upon returning to the office was surprisingly calm, with just a wave of the hand telling them: "If you didn't get any shots, it doesn't matter. Anyway, just now we received word that all negative news about 'Yuan Jinran' is strictly forbidden from being published."

  The reporters were sensible enough not to ask such a stupid question as "why".

  Because their eyes were not blind or stupid, they knew that the totem on the gun of the black-clad man blocking them today belonged to which family. They also clearly saw that when Yuan Jinran walked out of the hotel elevator, the tall and large man who followed him, with his hands in his trouser pockets and slightly bent down to talk to him in a low voice, was someone.

  A newspaper reporter joked: "We can make a week-long special report on the news that a big international star and the young master of the Reins family both come out of the closet, it will definitely sell well."

  "Yes," said the editor-in-chief with a poker face, "on the first day our newspaper was a big hit after the special edition came out, and on the second day you'll find that our newspaper suddenly disappeared."

  Reporter: "......"

  ……

  Before getting on the plane, Jianran called Luo Cheng and the company's intention was that before the police results came out, they were not prepared to take any major action except for asking water army to guide online public opinion. It's not time yet, taking rash action is risky. Jianran agrees with this point, but urged the company to pay attention to the police's message, in case it takes a month to get the DNA test results, he would be scolded and blackened for a whole month. Once the results are out, no one will care about it anymore. The problem of thinking and information dissemination is that spreading rumors is always more popular than dispelling them. Even if Jiang Luocheng is still active and continues to make movies, people can still find those who think "it was Yuan Jianran who killed Jiang Luocheng" on the street...

  Luo Cheng patted his chest and said it was a matter of course, saying that the result would definitely be out within three days at most. At the earliest, it might be possible to get to the bottom of things this afternoon.

  He finally put down his heart and hung up the phone, and the gloomy mood that had been lingering for a long time slightly improved.

  At this time, he was very grateful to Jiang Chuan and the crew of "Leviathan". It's hard to imagine what he would have faced if he had stopped all his work and stayed in the country - hiding at home every day, unable to go anywhere, with countless reporters waiting outside his door with long guns and cameras. Apart from eating, he probably just stared blankly, and when he turned on the TV, it was probably all about him...

  It's terrifying just thinking about it.

  After flying to the filming location and settling down at their hotel, it was already afternoon.

  After putting down the luggage, I followed the crew to the winery location to take a look. It was the season for harvesting Riesling white grapes. The vineyard's grapevines were laden with clusters of heavy fruit - sunlight filtered through the dense vines and cast circular patches of light on the ground. Taking a deep breath, the air was filled with the sweet aroma of the fruit mixed with the salty sea breeze, making one feel carefree and relaxed.

  He glanced over at the not-too-distant wine estate owner, who was already chatting with the director and the second male lead, Jiang Chuan. He couldn't quite make out what language they were speaking in, and it was too far away to hear clearly. In the crowd, he could only pick out Jiang Chuan's voice, low and calm... At this moment, as if noticing Jian Ran's gaze, the man stopped his conversation with others, turned his head accurately, and locked eyes with Jian Ran for a brief moment across the crowd. The man slightly raised the cup in his hand and mouthed to Jian Ran: "Drink or not?"

  She slightly narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth, which had been tightly pursed for an entire morning, involuntarily curled up slightly. If it weren't for a pile of annoying things weighing on her mind, she would have felt very happy to be filming in this location.

  When the director Zhang was busy setting up the scene, Jian Yan took the script and squatted down with Jiang Chuan to take a look. Today's shooting content is that Deputy Captain Raymond gave Lando a task, promising that if he completes it successfully, he will let him become the official captain - the task is to purchase high-quality raisins from local merchants and transport them to other areas for sale at a huge profit... Lando confidently accepted this seemingly simple task, but forgot his notorious reputation as a smuggler, and in the end of the transaction, he found himself being cheated by those plantation owners, and just when he was about to go crazy, Deputy Captain Raymond descended from the sky to save him...

  The first scene they were going to shoot was when hundreds of crates of grapes arrived at the dock, and Raymond got off the boat, asking his men to open the boxes for inspection.

  When the cameras were in position, Peter was also crouched behind the director's monitor. Jiang Chuan, who had changed into his costume, put down the script and walked to the center of the set. At this moment, the director gave a hand signal, and the extras all started moving. Hei Xu pretended that the empty wooden boxes were very heavy as he carried them down from the prop cart, scattering them around the ground. When the last box was finally placed at the feet of an actor playing a customs officer, the director's assistant waved a small yellow flag, and the extras all turned their heads to look at Jiang Chuan.

  The man was originally standing with his back to the camera, but at this moment, he only saw him pause for a moment, slightly turning his body - the hem of his long gown drew a beautiful arc in the air due to his movement. When he turned around, a handsome face hooked up a smile that was both sarcastic and overbearing, and then, he concisely squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Open."

  Raymond had his sailors unload box after box of goods.

  Whether or not he opened the box, he didn't know, but what he did know was that his wife's aura was fully open - this guy was simply a natural-born leader just like Raymond.

  Pulling the sky down.

  He was slightly stunned, until he saw the assistant director on the other side of the venue jumping up and down, desperately gesturing to him. It wasn't until then that he reacted and realized he should be reciting his lines. His black pupils flickered for a moment before quickly returning to stare at Jiang Chuan's face, unable to look away. He pretended to carefully glance at the man, then raised an eyebrow and said in a self-satisfied tone: "No need to check the box, I've already done this kind of small thing, how could I possibly forget——”

  "Shut up."

  Lando was always talkative, but in front of Raymond, he could unscrupulously change his living habits and honestly shut up...

  At this time, the actor playing the military officer brought an iron shovel and roughly pried open a certain box. Amidst the sea breeze, a smell of rotten fruit and wine wafted out, indescribably pungent. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the camera had zoomed in on his face for a close-up shot. The young man with black hair quickly continued acting, sticking his head out to take a look, and upon seeing the terrible state of the grapes inside the box, he suddenly changed expression, then fiercely turned his head around and glared at the short and stout plantation owner.

  "Crack!"

  Peter called out from behind the monitor, and the young man with black hair immediately relaxed his face and let out a long sigh. Peter narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned in closer to the monitor to study the last frame of the shot, then announced: "This one passed, the state is still okay, I was even prepared to waste some film adjusting the state for you."

  He listened to the praise with a pleased expression, scratched his head and chuckled, stretched his waist to prepare for the next shot. While the staff were busy tidying up the props, he leaned in close to Jiang Chuan: "Mandoro didn't choose the wrong person, you're really good at portraying that fierce Raymond...".

  "True color performance."

  "Smelly doesn't care about face."

  Jiang Chuan: "Really, I'll take you with me next time and you'll see how I do business."

  He waved his hand calmly: "Don't look, I'm afraid of scaring myself. I'm just an ordinary boss - people who know too much in TV dramas don't live past two episodes, and in movies, they don't live past twenty minutes."

  "Blabbering on, it's all just a matter of iron utensils business."

  Scoff at it with disdain.

  Can't help but say that he's in a pretty good mood now, and his first collaboration with his wife acting together feels even better than he imagined. There's a sense of both career and emotions suddenly becoming the same thing waiting for him to pursue and conquer.