Rebirth of Rong Shao

"...To the point of notoriety, don't you want to wait to eat tomatoes and eggs thrown by others on the street..." Rong Fei sighed.

"You also know that your'infamous' is really gratifying."

This Wei Zixing's mouth is a bit sharp. It seems that Rong Jingshen invited him not only to be his son's agent, but also restraint and discipline.

Wei Zixing sent a set of plans to Rong Fei, "Let’s take a good look, these are some of the roles I carefully selected for you after you recover. I don’t expect Rong Da Young to perform like Su Tianwang’s acting skills. As long as you can barely pass the test to make these films released as scheduled, I believe the public will change your perception of you."

Rong Fei flipped through these characters. What are the neighbors in youth movies, the dutiful sons in ethics movies, the rural boys who go to work in big cities for their sisters in literary movies, etc... It seems that Wei Zixing has made up his mind. The image of Rong Fei in the eyes of the public has been reversed.

"I said Wei Zixing. Have you ever heard a sentence that is,'Prejudice is deep-rooted'?"

Wei Zixing smiled slightly, "I can't see that Rong Shao has entered the state, and he can speak in such a literary tone. But I think you seem to be thinking about some other deeper things? Can you talk about it?"

Rong Fei was stunned.

In fact, what he has experienced now is really incredible. If he can, he really wants to ask someone to ask, although it is obvious that Wei Zixing is definitely not the best candidate.

"I'm thinking, if there is a stuntman... I mean what if..." Rong Fei strongly emphasized the word "if". "One day the stuntman had an accident on the set and became a vegetable, but his thinking was The other person woke up in his body..."

"Oh, are you conceived of a story about "Resurrection"? A horror movie?" Wei Zixing still had a formulaic smile.

But the term "borrowing a corpse to return the soul" still frightened Rong Fei.

"Why is it a horror movie?"

"Well, what is the identity of the other person?"

"The son of a director of an entertainment giant, the dude of the industry..." Rong Fei pointed to himself, "Just like me!"

"Although the direction I customize for you is to continue to develop towards the line of actors, if you want to be a screenwriter, it's not bad, at least you won't continue to cause trouble, but I doubt how long you can hold on."

"Hey, can you not disrupt my thinking?" Rong Fei was a little anxious.

"Okay, OK, so how will the story continue?"

"Becoming a stand-in for the prince, I have always tried my best to get my mind back to my original body..." Rong Fei frowned with a serious look.

"Wait..." Wei Zixing sighed, "Rong Shao, if this story is written like this, no one would want to read it. It is too lacking in storytelling, and not enough blood."

"Ha? How do you think this story should be written?" Inexplicably, Rong Fei's thoughts were completely taken away by Wei Zixing. He originally wanted to use the form of storytelling to see how Wei Zixing faced his dilemma. What will it do.

"The popular way of screenwriting now is to assume that this stuntman has always wanted to be a good actor, but because of his looks, he can't become popular in the entertainment circle, so he can only be used as a stunt to be active on the screen. An accident. , Causing him to become a vegetative, but his mind or soul woke up in the body of another entertainment prince—for example, in the body of a character like Rong Shao you..."

All of what Wei Zixing said made Rong Fei's gaze stretched out, and he couldn't have imagined that someone would say all this in such a cold tone.

"Rong Shao?" Wei Zixing lifted the pair of rimless glasses, and Rong Fei felt that he was almost killed by him.

"carry on…"

"Well, this is simply a chance for the stunt actor to realize his dream. Think about it, the prince is handsome, especially like you. And his father has financial resources and connections. The right time and place are the same as him. All that’s left is to get the whole showbiz to recognize him with his own efforts. Why do you always want to return to the body that you can’t go back to, instead of realizing your own value now?” Wei Zixing’s expression seemed to be I hate iron but not steel.

"But... doesn't he mean stealing someone else's life in this way?"

"What is'stolen'? His soul can be possessed by another person, which means that this person is dead. This is called'resurrecting the soul with a corpse.' He just borrowed this body to continue his life." Wei Zi He looked like Dao, but Rong Fei was not stunned by him.

"Then what if the original young master's soul comes back?"

Wei Zixing suddenly clapped his hands, "This idea is good! Think about how many conflicts will be in life between two souls in the same body? What kind of story will happen? For example, they should fall in love with different women. How is it good? How should they spend their time using this body?"

Rong Fei sighed, Wei Zixing started his imagination with an elite expression.

"But no matter what the story is, there is a theme that can never be changed."

"What kind of theme?" Rong Fei wondered if Wei Zixing would call it love, an indispensable content for every story.

"Cherish the present." Wei Zixing's eyes became serious, "Rong Shao, the stuntman should think about it, he will probably never get back to his original body. In this case, we must cherish the present and cherish what he might have. Every minute and every second of my life, do what I wanted to do but didn’t do before. For example—becoming an emperor superstar like Su Zhen that has never faded in ten years."

Rong Fei's body trembled, and Wei Zixing's words inadvertently ignited the extinguished fire.

Can he? Is he too selfish to occupy other people's lives like this?

"But with less Rong, this story can be even more exciting." Wei Zixing's glasses flashed, and the smile on his lips made Rong Fei feel like he had been swiped by a blade.

"How... more exciting?"

"Since the stuntman has taken the place of the young master's life, he naturally has to bear a heavier look than ordinary people."

A week later, when Rong Fei was discharged from the hospital, he thoroughly realized the meaning of Wei Zixing's words.

When he was pushed out of the ward by Rong's bodyguard, he was surrounded by a group of reporters before he reached the parking lot of the hospital.

Rong Fei subconsciously grasped both sides of the wheelchair. In the past, he was the only one looking at others being surrounded by reporters, surrounded by flashing lights like today, and the microphone seemed to be inserted into his eyes. He didn't even think about it.

The reporters looked at Rong Fei's rotten flesh, which had become moldy and spoiled, like flies scrambling.

"Rong Shao! Driving drunk again, do you have no regrets for the high school student who was injured last time?"

"Rong Shao! Rong Shao! Are you drunk this time because of the international male model An Kaiwen?"

"Did you and An Kaiwen broke up because you were dating a young model at the International Peace Hotel?"

In Rong Fei's eyes, they were completely animalized. Without the bodyguard team who struggled to block the way for Rong Fei, Rong Fei had no doubt that he would be cramped and split into his stomach!

Wei Zixing frowned and said in a low voice, "Didn't Mrs. Rong say that he has suppressed the news?"

With great difficulty, Rong Fei was escorted into Rong's car. The reporters were still in a crowd, and the car couldn't move even one meter.

"Get out! Get out!"

With a roar of anger and resentment, the reporters subconsciously stepped away and saw a middle-aged man rushing forward carrying a bucket.

The bodyguards finally grabbed each other, but they didn't stop the contents of the bucket from spilling out.

Only a muffled sound was heard, and the window glass next to Rong Fei was covered with a piece of scarlet, ticking down, making people feel nauseous.

Rong Fei's body shook slightly. Even when he grew up as a stuntman, he had never seen such a battle.

"Ah, it's Lu Dingwen." Wei Zixing said quietly and surprisingly.

"Who?" Rong Fei frowned.

"Lu Dingwen." Wei Zixing smiled slightly, and there was a deep sarcasm in that smile, "It's the father of a high school student who was almost knocked into a paralyzed position by you."

"Then... the red thing... wouldn't it be blood?" Rong Fei had heard of the broken red paint for debt collection, but he had never heard of blood spilling...

"Don't worry, it's not human blood, it's dog blood." Wei Zixing sighed, "This car can't be driven. Mrs. Rong will not allow a car splashed with dog blood in the house."

"Dog blood..." Rong Fei's stomach stirred for a while, finally resisting the urge to vomit.

He now fully understands that Rong Shao's identity can indeed help him quickly become famous in the show business. It’s just that the media are waiting to broadcast his negative news, and reporters are actively biting their pens and thinking about how to portray him into an image of innocence, and when the public sees him, they will use his name to educate children about what is" A model of no evil."

He even wondered whether anyone in this world had hope for him.

Until the car drove into Rong's mansion, Mrs. Rong looked at the red liquid on the car window with a look of surprise. After Wei Zixing explained to him what it was, Mrs. Rong contacted the lawyer who was about to spill the blood. The decree was ruined.

"Mom—Mom—" Rong Fei took a breath to overcome the embarrassment in his heart and called out.

"Xiao Fei! Don't worry, Mom will help you out!"

"No! Isn't it just being splashed with dog blood? Even if you hire a lawyer team to sue him and bankrupt him, his fortune is not as good as the cost of hiring a lawyer! This method of killing eight thousand enemies and self-defeating ten thousand yuan , Don’t lose!"