Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore-Chapter 342: Results of the Company Investigation

"What did the other side say at the time?"

"They... they just told us to go downstairs to pick someone up, nothing else." The front desk girl thought for a moment, then explained, "This office building area doesn't allow foreigners without access cards to enter at will, so normally, people downstairs would notify us and then we'd go down to meet them. After I learned about this yesterday, I immediately transferred the call to Manager Lin."

That answer matched the voice message in the call record pretty closely.

"Did you tell anyone else about this?"

Liu Rulan's gaze sharpened as she stared at the front desk girl.

The front desk girl hurriedly shook her head. "I didn't tell anyone! Even if someone asked me about the foreigner, I always said I didn't know."

Because aside from the reception, she really didn't know anything!

"Did anyone ask you about the foreign visitor? Who asked?"

Liu Rulan took out a sheet of blank paper and pushed it across to the front desk girl. "Write it down. Don't worry, we're just doing a simple inquiry, it's not anything serious. We won't disclose what you write."

"Okay, okay..."

The front desk girl had no choice. She bit her lip and still wrote down the names of the few coworkers she liked to gossip with...

-

On set.

Xiao He, who had just "killed" several people in the scene, sat on a small stool with blood all over him.

The killing scenes made the murderous edge in the young man's features even sharper, and the bad news he heard over the phone plunged his mood. The chill radiating from him seemed almost tangible as it spread outward. People around him, seeing this god of slaughter sitting there like a mighty blade, dared not come near and instinctively gave him a wide berth.

That made it much easier for Xiao He to talk.

"So it wasn't leaked by people at that company?"

"No."

Liu Rulan rubbed her brow in vexation. "I've already asked clearly. There were indeed a few gossipmongers in the company who asked about James's background and identity, but that was limited to their private small group gossip. They genuinely don't know who James is or why he came, so their suspicion is basically ruled out."

Xiao He frowned. "That makes this troublesome."

Not knowing the reason was the biggest problem.

Although James had come specifically for him this time, and the role was his—no one could steal it—this underhanded tactic of stealing a role behind someone's back was so low and disgusting that it made him feel very uncomfortable.

As the saying goes, an open sword is easy to defend against, a hidden arrow is hard to guard.

If they didn't get to the bottom of this, Xiao He really wouldn't be able to sleep.

This Luo Zesheng was too abnormal.

Xiao He's intuition told him there had to be a hidden thread connecting these incidents. If they could find that thread and follow it down, they might uncover a secret that would shock many people!

"It's fine, don't worry too much. I'll follow the lead on Luo Zesheng's side and continue investigating." Liu Rulan said, "Be alert at the hotel as usual, and focus on filming with the Record of Chasing the Wind production team. You don't need to worry about Cangyue Calamity."

"I understand."

Xiao He gave a cold smile.

These people should pray they didn't fall into his hands next.

Otherwise he would show them what a "law-abiding" society looked like.

On the other side, Yuan Sitong sat on her small stool trembling.

Tang Wenjuan glanced at Yuan Sitong and sighed helplessly. "Tell me, where did you get the nerve when you first joined the crew to chase after Xiao He and pry into his gossip? Luckily you're coworkers, otherwise I'd really worry he'd kill you with one sword."

At Tang Wenjuan's words, Yuan Sitong shivered instinctively and forced a pale smile. "I don't know where I got that reckless courage. At first Xiao He wasn't so terrifying, but his aura has become more and more chilling. I even think his character Song Chenye is easier to get along with than Xiao He himself. Song Chenye is straightforward and honorable, but Xiao He... I'm honestly afraid he'll be displeased about my earlier behavior and quietly have me cut out..."

Tang Wenjuan: ...

Tang Wenjuan was genuinely impressed.

"Sit up straight! My dear! Stop cowering like you're a thief!"

"No, I can't." Yuan Sitong wanted to cry but had no tears. "I just remembered something very important—"

"Speak!"

"My character gets killed by Song Chenye."

Yuan Sitong swallowed the dry spit in her throat. "If I cry from being scared during that scene, wouldn't it be extremely embarrassing?"

Tang Wenjuan: .

"Can I apply for a stunt double for this scene?"

Tang Wenjuan looked deadpan. "What do you think?"

As an idol drama popularity little flower, Yuan Sitong was best at playing tragic, tortured love roles.

She had frequently promoted herself as "the most beautiful actress even when spitting blood," "her beauty not taken even by death"... The highlight of that scene almost centered on Yuan Sitong's character.

You mean you don't dare to be "killed" by Xiao He now and want a stunt double?

Ha. No chance, not happening.

Yuan Sitong looked utterly despondent.

Just as Yuan Sitong despaired, another annoying pest appeared—

"Sitong, what's wrong?"

Zhao Qinyuan arrived unexpectedly.

Yuan Sitong glanced at him, even more irritated.

"Damn, this annoying thing is still better than that killing god over there—"

Yuan Sitong muttered. Tang Wenjuan nudged her as a reminder, and she could only face Zhao Qinyuan with a forced, insincere smile and say, "Sigh, I'm just worried about the afternoon shoot."

"That's perfect then! No problem, Sitong, I'll keep you company."

Zhao Qinyuan brightened and immediately took out his script.

"Alright, thanks~" Yuan Sitong very "happily" pulled over a stool and said "warmly," "Please sit!"

Tang Wenjuan watched Zhao Qinyuan and Yuan Sitong huddle over the script and clicked her tongue a few times.

That's why hyping CPs is a fast track to fame for many people.

Her gaze passed through the set and landed on the figure in the opposite corner, and she shook her head with feeling.

Someone like that, willing to work step by step to break through, was already a rare bird in the circle.

Tsk, how did Liu Rulan get so lucky?

-

In the afternoon, after all scenes were finished, the production team received notice.

"Starting tomorrow, the crew's filming will take place in the ancient town at the foot of the mountain. Everyone pay attention to times and transportation arrangements. Thank you."

"Starting tomorrow..."

The production assistant repeated the announcement several times on set with the megaphone and then spammed the various large group chats with the notice.

Xiao He looked at the detailed arrangements in the group, then glanced at the Cangyue Calamity work group's schedule next door and fell silent.

Well, how to say it.

Tomorrow, the large ancient town would be split—Record of Chasing the Wind occupying one half, Cangyue Calamity occupying the other.

What a tangled fate and grudge.

Xiao He could only pray he wouldn't run into some annoying people tomorrow...

...

Late at night, in a quiet hotel room.

With a faint click, the door opened a crack.

Light from the corridor suddenly spilled into the dark room, dimly illuminating the deep red carpet.

A silhouette appeared in the doorway.

Wang Yi woke from his dream, rubbing his eyes groggily as he sat up.

He blinked at the person who seemed ready to go out and asked in a hoarse voice, "Assistant Zhou, still not sleeping at this hour?"

Assistant Zhou paused in his opening of the door, then apologized, "Sorry to disturb you. I'm really hungry, so I ordered takeout. Do you want some?"

Wang Yi pursed his lips. "No thanks, I'm dieting."

This Assistant Zhou, eating late-night snacks every day, was truly decadent!

Even if they're just extras, they should maintain their figure!

Wang Yi had already tried to persuade him to no avail.

He closed his eyes and turned over.

"I'm leaving then."

"Mm."

Sleep washed back over Wang Yi;he mumbled a few incoherent sounds and drifted off again.

Behind him, the hotel room door closed silently.

The room returned to quiet...