The person who has arrived is Miss Ella.

"Boss, this is the 'Starry Sky' processing schedule that you asked for. Also, Mr. Lin Nal's team will arrive in the capital next Monday. Do you need to arrange personnel for airport pickup?"

"Next Monday? So early?"

Yes, it seems that the old gentleman is coming to China for business, so the itinerary has been moved up by half a month.

……

"Do we need to shorten the schedule, boss?"

No need to rush, haste makes waste. Notify all departments to carry out their duties according to this form. I want to see the finished product in two weeks.

"Yes. As for the lead actor and spokesperson of the micro-movie..."

Zhuang Ling.

"Boss, didn't you say before..."

His appearance and temperament best match "Starry Sky," and he has also collaborated with Lu Ping several times, with a mutual understanding between them. This is currently the most convenient plan.

Lu Ping is the author of this microfilm script. He has previously collaborated with Zhuang Ling on two TV series and three short films, developing a deep revolutionary friendship. With Zhuang Ling as the male lead, it is believed that this old man will not be long-winded.

The actors chosen before, Lu Ping either thought their acting skills were not good enough or they were too ugly, and the last one was kicked out because of his big ego. Now, Zhuang Ling came over and everyone was happy. Although, Shu Bo Heng had already made up his mind to stay away from his life.

The deeper reason is that he can't bear to see others bullying Zhuang Ling. He wants to stand up for him. Perhaps, this is a habit that has accumulated over the years.

"Yes, boss. I will go inform Tianheng over there and have them sign a contract with Zhuang Ling."

"Um, you can leave." Shu Boheng couldn't control the urge to slump into the sofa any longer. He was gripping the armrest so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Ella looked slightly worried as she glanced at her boss and asked, "Boss, are you alright? Do you want me to call Mr. Jiang to come over?"

"No need, you can go out and close the door behind you."

"This... "

Ella!

"Yes," he replied.

After Ella left, Shu Boheng's tightly wound string finally snapped. He let himself sink into the sofa, tilting his head and tightly shutting his eyes. Occasionally, stifled sighs escaped from him.

He felt as if there was a hand constantly stirring in his stomach, almost stirring up his stomach acid. He placed one hand on his chest, while tilting his head weakly, he dry heaved, with a faint stabbing pain in his chest. Suddenly, a more intense pain struck him, causing him to cry out in pain without warning, and he completely collapsed. A flash of white light passed by, and he lost consciousness.

Shu Boheng fainted for less than a minute, but was awakened by a sharp pain in his stomach. He struggled to sit up, leaning against the back of the chair, gasping heavily.

With just this tiny movement, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if he was about to faint again.

In his heart, he sorrowfully thought that his body had already reached this point. Unbeknownst to him, he was no longer the Shu Boheng who could shelter everyone from wind and rain.

He put his hand on his forehead, feeling the temperature rise a little again, knowing that he was running a fever once more. He sighed and tried to stand up, but as soon as he got up, he uncontrollably plunged downward.

In a daze, he only heard a low cry, "Aheng!"

He felt a pair of hands gently placing themselves on his forehead.

"Are you running a fever?"

"Why are you here again?"

"If I didn't come, would you have ended up in the hospital again?"