Chapter 825: Chapter 815: I’ll Send Her WeChat to You Later

"Come on, come on, Su Qing, have some water, it’s really hard to get a hold of you these days, Mr. Big Shot!"

In the cramped little office, Du Qiang shoved him into a chair and started fussing over him enthusiastically.

Only now Su Qing already knew what he was after; he didn’t call him out, just sat there smiling, watching him put on a show.

What he really couldn’t wrap his head around was why a criminal investigator like Du Qiang was suddenly dying to cameo in a drama. Was it really that irresistible?

Anyway, he himself had zero interest in acting. Otherwise, with the resources he had, breaking into the entertainment industry would be a breeze. He was a walking resource package—set up an entertainment company, groom some newcomers, follow Mimi’s path, totally doable.

But for him, that sounded like way too much hassle, and he didn’t have that kind of smooth, social-operator skill set.

He did, however, have a substitute: Tang Nan. Just prop this useless guy up, and later he could lie back and make money—what’s not to love?

After all, Tang Nan was going to follow Mimi’s route sooner or later. By then, with the relationship between the two of them, it’d be easy to cooperate: he’d provide projects and funding, Tang Nan would provide artists and funding. They’d partner up and still make bank.

"I just went out to sort out a life-changing matter, how am I hard to see? Besides, my home is in Jiang City—where else can I run off to?" Su Qing took the water, took a sip, then frowned and said:

"Next time remember it needs to be cold. In this heat, I’m about to roast alive."

By May, Jiang City had completely stepped into summer. Shorts and miniskirts were everywhere on the streets, pale legs all over the place. How to put it... in May, women’s beauty salons, men’s gas stations.

One side showing off the figure, the other side enjoying the figure.

As the saying goes: a gentleman may appreciate beauty but not be lecherous; born of feeling, stops at propriety. I am an appreciator, not a creep.

"Next time for sure!"

"By the way, where’s Sister Jun?" Su Qing asked.

"Sister Li went out on a call. You think everyone’s as idle as you are?"

Hearing that, Su Qing just silently looked at Du Qiang, the meaning obvious.

"Ahem, I only just got discharged not long ago. My mentor won’t let me run around, afraid I’ll relapse. Recently all I can do in the station is some interrogation work and the like—my body feels like it’s rusting.

Su Qing, you’re really something now. I saw news about you online. That movie you invested in this time made you a nice pile again, didn’t it? Impressive. I mean we’re both human, how did your brain grow, huh? Sister Li told me this time last year you were still an unemployed bum!" Du Qiang said, trying to sound calm.

He might have been discharged and his wounds healed, but it was still only just after getting out of the hospital. The station was afraid something might happen to him; forget arrest missions, they wouldn’t even let him go out on regular calls. It was a bit suffocating.

Hearing that, Su Qing shook his head with a wry smile. "People, man, we’re all forced by circumstances. My pressure’s huge too, okay?"

At that, Du Qiang went quiet for a while before weakly coming back with, "Is it possible people can also be born by C-section?"

Su Qing: "Hm, huh?"

Damn, I’m talking philosophy, you’re talking physiology?

Why are you getting literal with me on this, you sick or what! It’s not like I don’t know what a C-section is. I never noticed before—turns out this kid Du Qiang is secretly this much of a smartass.

But seriously, he kinda wasn’t wrong.

"Ahem, joking, joking. So, uh, Su Qing, you know big star Tang Nan came to our station recently, right? I heard from my mentor it was through your connections?"

Seeing him finally drop the awkward small talk and get to the point, Su Qing rolled his eyes at him, smiling:

"It’s not exactly ’through my connections.’ I just put a line through. We actually came together just now. Why, you need something?" Su Qing asked, pretending to know nothing.

Hearing that, Du Qiang’s eyes lit up. "Su Qing, your bro has a tiny, unreasonable request, I..."

"Since it’s an ’unreasonable request,’ then please swallow it back. We’re not even that close," Su Qing said with a cold smile.

Du Qiang: "...Uh, come on, we’ve carried guns together..."

Su Qing: "Sorry, I’ve never even touched a gun, didn’t even manage to get a police uniform."

Du Qiang: "Then... studied under the same roof..."

Su Qing: "Same roof? You mean iron bars?"

Du Qiang: "Then we..."

Su Qing: "You sure you want to keep going? I already told Captain Zhao to purge the ranks."

"Anyway, we’ve chased suspects together, sweated together. I even filed a report for you in that foot-massage parlor, I..."

"Go, go, go, get lost. You really have the nerve to bring up that foot-massage parlor. I was just there to get my feet rubbed, and you called Sister Jun over—scared me half to death," Su Qing said, rolling his eyes and spitting the words out.

Their relationship was decent, but if you insist on framing it like that, then yeah, there’s no affection there. Not only that, there’s a bit of a grudge.

"You... you..."

"Enough, what do you want? Spit it out."

"You’re solid, Su Qing. I heard Tang Nan’s shooting a crime-investigation drama this time. Just so happens I’ve got nothing going on lately—see if you can get me a role? I heard you two are pretty tight." Du Qiang rubbed his hands together, grinning a bit sleazily.

"You want to act? Debut on the spot and become a star?"

Du Qiang shook his head frantically. "No, no, I don’t have that kind of talent. I just saw the show’s a criminal-investigation genre, and your brother here is a criminal cop—perfect fit, right?"

"So you?"

"I just want a role where I get some face time. Doesn’t matter how many scenes, but best if I have lines, and then let me die heroically in the show."

Su Qing: ...

So after all that, he just wants a bit-part cameo where he shows his face. That’s... kinda lame.

"That’s it?"

"Yeah, yeah," Du Qiang nodded quickly.

"No problem, I’ll put in a word for you. But whether they give you that kind of death scene, no guarantees. Getting you a role where you show your face shouldn’t be an issue. But you’re sure you’re okay to act?" Su Qing asked.

He honestly didn’t know much about this stuff. He’d heard before about productions that got official support directly, but he wasn’t familiar with the internal procedures.

"No problem, that’s enough for me. It’s not like I’m trying to debut. And as for what you said, don’t worry. I got word our station’s going to give the crew some official support this time. Plus I’ve got nothing to do right now anyway!" Du Qiang grinned like a fool; just having Su Qing’s promise already made him very happy.

Men, you know—stack up a few more experiences and you’ve got bragging rights later. Who’d say no to something like this?

With business done, the two relaxed. Su Qing suddenly thought of that little nurse and couldn’t help laughing:

"Hey, you were hospitalized for so long—did you get that nurse’s contact info? I thought that girl was pretty nice."

After all, that was Du Qiang’s destined match—the narrator had personally certified it. He was really curious.

Hearing that, Du Qiang froze. "Didn’t you already sort out your Life-changing Matters? You still interested in her? Scumbag. But since you helped me out, I’ll send you her WeChat later."

Su Qing: ???

Fuck, miscalculated. These two haven’t even sparked their little romance yet.

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