Scumbags are crying and begging me [Quick Transmigration]

When Zhong Ke got together with Tao Zhiyang again, she found that Tao Zhiyang looked sluggish and listless, as if he couldn't cheer up anything.

He had never seen Tao Zhiyang in this state in front of him.

Always distracted, too lazy to move his mouth, unable to speak a word.

He observed carefully, and found that the other party did not have any negative emotions such as sadness and loss, but was calm, like a piece of wood.

Zhong Ke wondered inwardly, thinking that he hadn't done anything special during this period of time.

So he asked: "Zhiyang, what's wrong with you? Are you tired?"

Tao Zhiyang's pale face was even more bloodless than usual, and he waved his hands feebly, "I've been staying up all night lately, it will be fine in a while."

In fact, he felt no sadness in his heart.

But the strange thing is, it feels like the inside of the body has been hollowed out, leaving only a shell.

There was a huge sense of weightlessness all over his body.

He thinks it's just his own pride, as long as he gets through this period of time, everything will be fine.

Before that, though, he wanted a hangover to get over this unbearable feeling.

So he beckoned to the bartender for a dozen drinks, and then drank one after another.

He drank quickly and vigorously.

Zhong Ke's clear eyes were filled with a layer of gloom.

He thought for a while, poured himself a glass of wine, and said, "Since you are so unhappy, then I will accompany you."

After finishing speaking, he sighed.

The spirit burned from the throat, and a string of flames penetrated into the heart.

Zhong Ke coughed violently.

Usually at times like this, Tao Zhiyang would definitely dissuade him, coaxing him softly.

But this time, the other party only cared about drinking.

Zhong Ke took a breath and drank another cup.

Then another glass.

His eyes blurred, his cheeks flushed bright red, he stared at Tao Zhiyang's expression thoughtfully.

For some reason, the misty eyes looked a little deep.

Tao Zhiyang quickly got drunk, murmuring some broken syllables.

Seeing that it was almost done, Zhong Ke paid the bill, helped Tao Zhiyang who was staggering, and the two stumbled into a nearby hotel.

On the second day, the noon sunlight projected into the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading on the big double bed next to the bed.

On the floor beside the bed were ravaged and disfigured clothes.

Tao Zhiyang opened a slit in the dazzling sunlight and blocked the light with his hands, only feeling a splitting headache.

He groaned and wanted to get up to drink some water to moisten his swollen throat, but found that one of his arms was pinned down, and one side of his body was pressed against a warm, smooth body.

He woke up suddenly!

As soon as he turned his gaze, he landed on the face pillowed on his arm.

It turned out to be Zhong Ke!

At the same time, some intermittent fragments from last night filled his mind like a roar.

Tao Zhiyang was terrified - he put Zhong Ke to sleep last night!

Both of them were drunk, at first Zhong Ke resisted limply, but was suppressed by herself, and later Zhong Ke had no choice but to bear it.

He screamed and cried because of the pain, but he didn't care about it, he just vented himself.

Tao Zhiyang quietly lifted the quilt.

Sure enough, I saw the expected bruises all over Zhong Ke's body, which were shocking.

Finally got the sweetheart whom he had been thinking about for many years. At this moment, he didn't feel any joy in his heart. Instead, he didn't know what to do, for fear that Zhong Ke would hate him from now on.

At this moment, Zhong Ke woke up.

Seeing Tao Zhiyang, he tensed his body subconsciously, which was obviously a conditioned reflex caused by the shadow left by last night.

Tao Zhiyang was very distressed, and apologized carefully and softly: "I'm sorry, Zhong Ke....I, I was drunk last night, do you have..."

His voice faltered.

To be precise, he was frightened by Zhong Ke's tears.

"Don't do this, I really didn't mean it, I drank too much that night, I, I..."

Tao Zhiyang spoke incoherently and hurriedly wiped away Zhong Ke's tears.

Zhong Ke didn't speak, but quietly shed tears.

Tao Zhiyang had no choice but to put on his clothes and buy him some medicine and soup, trying his best to take care of him.

In the afternoon, the two finally came out of the hotel.

One eye socket was red, and his steps were a little slow, but overall he looked calm.

The other has a happy face, and is very caring for the other party with a beaming brow.

Tao Zhiyang had already prepared for Zhong Ke to hate him and never see him again, but he didn't expect that the other party would accept him in a turnaround.

It was a real surprise.

Finally got the white moonlight that he had been thinking about for many years, Tao Zhiyang had no time to think about Zhou Chi.

He cared for Zhong Ke in every possible way, and the two were affectionate, and their relationship became better and better.

With Zhong Ke's encouragement and support, Tao Zhiyang gradually became famous in the circle of painters.

Gradually, all acquaintances in the circle knew that Tao Zhiyang, a talented painter, had a gay man with deep feelings.

Very few people still remember that there was a relationship between Tao Zhiyang and Zhou Chi, who was becoming more and more famous in the entertainment and art circles.

Occasionally, Tao Zhiyang felt confused when he heard about Zhou Chi's movements, such as what awards he won and who he had an affair with.

It was as if, that person was originally high above, with countless praises and halos, and had never stepped down from the altar to the mortal world.

And that entanglement that became clearer and clearer after being polished by time was actually just a dream of his own.

He seldom thinks about other things, and unconsciously and deliberately avoids all news about Zhou Chi.

Zhong Ke is pure and gentle, and is comparable to him, and it is his obsession that he has dreamed about for many years, so he should be very satisfied.

Tao Zhiyang always told himself that.

Time flies in the blink of an eye, and a year has passed.

Tao Zhiyang's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and the price of several oil paintings sold is around one million.

And Zhong Ke's business is also running well. The family business has completely moved from abroad to China, and the head office is located in J City where the two live.

Taking advantage of Tao Zhiyang's fame and connections, Zhong Ke quickly opened up the art circle market. He was engaged in art collections, opened galleries and held art exhibitions and other cultural activities.

Collecting art is expensive, and people often lose money.

Some wealthy people collect paintings just as a hobby, and do not rely on it to make money.

And there are also some rich people who want to use it to invest, and get several times their wealth by fighting for ten.

In recent years, young artists have emerged in an endless stream, and some have soared into the sky, but most of them are in a state of despair.

Selecting a part with the potential to soar from countless works by countless painters is a test of one's eyesight and courage than looking at antiques.

Because of antiques, the age, skills, and history are all traceable.

However, the painting also contains the artist's own opportunity and fortune, and the probability of rising cannot be analyzed by fixed rules.

To do art collection business is not just to buy some painters’ collections and wait for appreciation, but also to have employees who understand art and oil paintings, and sell the paintings to wealthy people who are interested in them.

With Tao Zhiyang giving Zhong Ke good eyesight, he seldom misses, and the overall profit is greater than the loss.

But Zhong Ke is not satisfied, he wants to stand higher and get more.

And before his eyes there is a very conspicuous example of success.

The other party has done a great job in the art collection industry, and his eyesight is so good that he never misses at all.

All the artists he fancy are potential stocks.

In just one year or half a year, you can see this artist active in the circle, and his value has skyrocketed.

Naturally, he will inevitably make a lot of money.

This person is none other than Zhou Chi in the eyes of others, He Ye.

Zhong Ke gradually has the idea of ​​wanting to make friends with He Ye.

He moved his eyes to Tao Zhiyang who was on the side, and his mind moved slightly.

However, this idea was quickly dismissed.

Tao Zhiyang was easy to control, so he didn't have to worry about him digging out his palm, so he thought that when he had enough capital and connections, he would package Tao Zhiyang and promote him as the most famous painter in the country.

Then the two of them will naturally be a big success.

There will be no shortage of power, money, and connections!

Instead of being chased after someone else and being marketed, you just have to wait at home for those rich people to personally send them money and rush to buy their paintings.

That's why the first thing he did when he returned to China was to plot against Tao Zhiyang, which made him feel ashamed of himself and kept accommodating himself.

Zhong Ke made friends with Shen Chensi, hoping that Shen Chensi could match him up and have a meal with He Ye.

Hearing that Zhong Ke and He also had acquaintance once, Shen Chensi readily agreed.

In the past few years, he Youhe has also invested several times in succession. The club has gradually expanded, eating up several small clubs that are about to go bankrupt, and its influence in the racing industry has gradually become far-reaching. Now it is one of the best racing clubs in the country.

He knows that in this industry and this society, one more friend and one more road, this truth.

Today he helped him, maybe one day the other party helped him.

He also learned that Zhong Ke wanted to ask him out, so he raised his brows slightly, smiled, and said to Shen Chensi: "Yes, let's ask him to come with you next time."

Shen Chensi was happy, patted his arm, and said with a smile: "That's enough buddy! You have changed so much this year, just now I thought you were going to save me, but I was sweating."

He Ye picked up the cup to cover his lips, took a sip of the drink, and smiled without saying a word.

He has been waiting for a day for a long time.

Why did he choose to take such a path in the first place?

The reason is here.

In the original plot, Tao Zhiyang suddenly became famous, and He also analyzed that it had something to do with Zhong Ke's methods.

Those so-called sailors and fans targeted Zhou Chi everywhere, threatened him, and spread some of his ugly words and deeds, most of which were written by Zhong Ke.

Because Zhong Ke is different from Tao Zhiyang, Zhong Ke is a pure businessman.

Therefore, as soon as he accepted this task, he immediately decided on his next route, and he wanted to stand at the forefront of this industry before Zhong Ke.

What he wants is absolute control.

It can not only make the other party be wary, even curry favor with oneself, but also take revenge on Tao Zhiyang profusely, it can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Now that the scene is about to reach its climax, how could he refuse it?

Not only will he meet each other, he will also be in the scene to complete the scene successfully.

Looking forward to the moment when the curtain falls.

It must have been a wonderful moment.

In the depths of He Ye's dark pupils were turbulent waves.

In addition to the self-confidence that must be won, Moka also saw the dark light of ill intentions in his master's eyes.

It shivered quietly, silently mourned for the target person for a second, and then stopped looking at the owner, but sneaked onto the Internet to promote Wu Siman's design works silently.

After finishing, she stared at Wu Siman's soft and beautiful face in the photo every day.