After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

The host and the system, which is similar to the master-servant relationship, sing together.

Mr. Wu pointed to the direction of the next door, pointing out a clear way for them: Get out.

Chen Zhan put it away when he saw it, stood up and said, "Let's make a bet and see who can figure it out first."

At the end, he said to himself: "It's a pity that my head hurts when I think about it recently."

Mr. Wu ignored this provocation, at least not from the surface.

The moment he stood outside the villa, Chen Zhan thought about whether to take the bus or take a taxi.The system has already returned to his body, but he is thinking about business, actively making suggestions: [At the beginning, the host mentioned the trilogy. 】

Chen Zhan let out an 'oh'.

The neither salty nor light attitude is very unpleasant.

[System: Please be careful. 】

After getting in the car, Chen Zhan re-established communication: "The trilogy is just a cover, but I actually want to find three villains."

System curiosity is strong.

"As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang." Chen Zhan resisted the urge to yawn, and became tired after lying in the hospital for a long time: "I'll ask the law enforcement officer and Lin Chiang later."

Regardless of the latter, the system indicated on the spot that the law enforcers would not deal with the headquarters, but were loyal supporters of the headquarters.

"Change the target and communicate with them. I will say that the person I want to get rid of is An Leng. As for Lin Chiang, the target is me."

Ask the other person to come out and talk, and ask how he would use external power against himself if it were him.

[System: People will treat you as a lunatic. 】

Chen Zhan propped his head and half closed his eyelids: "After being struck by lightning, he suffered from persecution paranoia, what a good excuse."

Brainstorm together, unite as one.

[System: Was it really the brain that was hacked by the host? 】

Are you sure you didn't get through Ren Du's second channel?

After one sentence, there was no more news, and Chen Zhan didn't know when to take a nap by the window.

Visiting one by one fully demonstrated the art of language, which indirectly led to returning to the residence in the afternoon without wanting to say a word.

Yin Ronglan went to the company early in the morning to help him complete the discharge procedures, and stayed in front of the hospital bed for several days, accumulating more than a little bit of things.

Chen Zhan opened the refrigerator to search for ingredients, thinking about what to spend the night on, his phone vibrated: [I'm working overtime at the company tonight, please report if you want to go out. ]

In the latter sentence, through the cold text, one can judge the expression of the person who sent the message.

He was struck by lightning when he went out to watch the excitement on a rainy day, and the black history left by Yin Ronglan would not be erased day and night. He must have lost a certain amount of personal freedom for a long time.

Chen Zhan is a smart person, he is not going to challenge that person's bottom line, and decided to cultivate himself in the near future.As usual, I took a cushion and leaned against the bay window to prepare the code words. My fingers stayed on the keyboard for a long time, but I just didn't type a word.

After Yin Ronglan opened the door, he happened to see him in a daze.

"Are you not coming back?" Attracted by the voice, Chen Zhan looked up.

Yin Ronglan: "Take something and leave."

Chen Zhan hummed, and returned to his original sitting posture with his head bowed in thought.

Taking a thick stack of materials from the study room, when Yin Ronglan changed his shoes and was about to leave, he said with a smile, "Not thinking well?"

With rich materials as support, Chen Zhan rarely runs out of inspiration.

Hearing this, Chen Zhan actually nodded his head: "I am still not satisfied after writing the script and revising it repeatedly."

Yin Ronglan wasn't surprised at all. If there were too many of the same stories, she would get tired of it. It was impossible for the other party to keep writing about the people around her.In the past, it might be suggested to go out and walk to broaden one's thinking. After the lightning strike, as soon as this idea was born, it was given up.

After he left, Chen Zhan pondered for a long time, but failed behind closed doors.

Sure enough, the noble words of self-cultivation and self-cultivation have nothing to do with him.

After working overtime at the company overnight, Yin Ronglan came back from get off work the next day. Yin Ronglan's clothes were neat and wrinkle-free, but the fatigue in his eyes could not be concealed.

Chen Zhan waved: "Come here."

Yin Ronglan used his legs as a makeshift pillow and lay down on it.

Chen Zhan gently rubbed his temples, and before Yin Ronglan's consciousness gradually sank into darkness, he asked abruptly, "Is there any private banquet that I can attend?"

Yin Ronglan's eyes instantly became clearer.

Chen Zhan: "I want to see the epitome of high society, and..." After a pause, "The ordinary people who are trying to blend in."

There was a chuckle in the air.

Yin Ronglan closed his eyes. At first glance, he saw that the sleeping position was very peaceful. After a while, he said, "You have met and come into contact with many rich second generations in City Y...including the most powerful one."

Chen Zhan: "This time it's the dark stream, these people can't be material."

It is normal for some people to act alone, but they are afraid of getting together and sharing interesting souls.

Yin Ronglan knew that he had made up his mind and thought about the feasibility.

Chen Zhan: "Take a look, I swear..."

"Never stir up trouble" was interrupted by Yin Ronglan before he could say a few words: "Don't swear indiscriminately."

The lightning strike felt like yesterday, Chen Zhan shut up rationally.

Yin Ronglan: "I asked Xiao Zhao to give Wang Cheng the invitation letter that is not needed, and let him take you there."

"a lot of?"

Yin Ronglan: "Every few days, I will let him select the ones from this city."

Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows. Mr. Lu Xun said that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked. In his opinion, the happiness of rich people is similar.

The next day, Wang Cheng came to visit, his eyes were still bloodshot, and he was quite helpless: "I have other artists under my command."

Those are not like Chen Zhan, who only focuses on the fashion circle, and a few of them want to cultivate into all-round entertainers.

Chen Zhan told the truth: "You don't spend much time with me."

Wang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly.

Not only that, every time the other party is popular, he will raise his social status and earn more money from the organizer.In fact, it's a bit like fishing for money. Fortunately, Chen Zhan has the ability to keep the heat and doesn't care about it. Wang Cheng himself is worried about Yin Ronglan, so he dare not do things too extreme.

After correcting his attitude, he put on a familiar flattering smile on his face: "It's a good thing to attend more banquets and make friends."

Chen Zhan told her original intention.

Wang Cheng said nonsense to the devil: "Very far-sighted."

Chen Zhan had attended several banquets, but the one Wang Cheng took him to was another type.

To put it bluntly, it is very utilitarian. At a glance, it is not difficult to see that everyone has their own goals, and no one even deliberately hides them.

Going to an appointment for someone is untenable, but the two parties have made their relationship public long ago. When Yin Ronglan's inheritance rights were exposed to Chen Zhan, he indirectly told many people that he valued this relationship.

Therefore, Chen Zhan went in unimpeded, and has not been slighted yet.

Having already wasted time, Wang Cheng would not waste the opportunity, and glanced at the boss in a certain direction: "I'm going to talk to someone."

Chen Zhan nodded, took a glass of champagne and dangled around by himself, observing carefully.

"Eyes are the windows to discover beauty," some pleasant voices drifted closer: "Can you see the beauty you want?"

A charming and graceful beauty walked over, winking mischievously at him: "Don't mind the old-fashioned way of striking up a conversation."

Chen Zhan shook his head: "I don't mind."

There is no difference between new and old-fashioned in striking up a conversation, isn't it all by mouth?

Before the two of them had any other communication, another young girl walked up to her and raised her hand.

Chen Zhan frowned.

The young girl smiled: "I've seen you and Li Shao and the others play a live version of Russia before."

Not long after, there were already four or five people around.

Chen Zhan would not think that it was born with an attractive aura, these people must have some purpose when they get together.

His personal assets are not as good as most of the guests present, so what is there to look for?

Soon, the truth surfaced automatically.

Someone suddenly took an apple from the fruit bowl. It is logical that this kind of fruit is just a decoration at the banquet, and no one will really eat it.

She gnawed it, and gnawed out a heart shape.

After showing it in Chen Zhan's direction, he grinned.

"..."

None of the people around Chen Zhan was flamboyant, and each behaved more strangely than the other.

Wang Cheng came to rescue at the right time, went to a place where no one was around, and joked, "This is trying to mix up a character in your book."

Chen Zhan: "Is it worth it?"

"Of course it's worth it." Wang Cheng said decisively: "Last time, the hot searched company remarketed, and it can be a small hit."

Chen Zhan snorted softly: "It's no wonder that ancient literati were particularly popular. From emperors to oirans, they would not offend easily."

Maybe a song that will last forever.

After understanding the doorway, Chen Zhan smiled: "I'll go meet them."

The dinner was only three hours long, and he exchanged a few words with anyone who took the initiative to chat.After the banquet was over, everyone also set up a group headed by Chen Zhan, called Reading Club.

Members of the reading club are scheduled to meet every Saturday, and the reputation enhances the relationship.

When Chen Zhan was praised and promoted by everyone, some people were living a bad life.

Mr. Wu has spent the past two days studying the words 'Dancing with the Devil'.

It wasn't because he was hit by the aggressive method, but because he was trying to steal Chen Zhan's idea. If he could analyze the result, the way to deal with the headquarters would fall into his hands.

Thinking to no avail, he hesitated for a moment whether to call Chen Zhan to see if he could get some information.

Interests overcome disgust, and finally a string of numbers is broadcast calmly.In about five seconds, the call was connected.

Chinese etiquette, first politely ask what the other party is doing.

Chen Zhan's voice was muffled: "I've just been discharged from the hospital, my head is groggy."

He was not feeling well, and Mr. Wu was feeling better. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard a different voice from over there——

"Mr. Chen promised to write for me first."

"It's better to write for me. Why don't you write an inscription on your arm, and I'll find someone to get a tattoo later."

"Great talents can't treat one more favorably than another, and those who see it have a share."

"..."

The voices of these people are male and female, crisp and soft... At first glance, it sounds like a big drama.

"Don't make trouble." Chen Zhan's helpless voice came: "Play another round of drumming and passing flowers, knockout round."

"Okay."

"Pass what?"

"Book?"

"Necrosis, coat."

Mr. Wu's expression changed again and again: "Are you visiting a brothel?"

Across different spaces, one could hear the disapproval in Chen Zhan's tone: "It's an insult to gentleness! I founded a reading club and promised to help them write poems."

Mr. Wu's calm tone made people feel terrified: "I have been thinking hard about what dancing with the devil means, but you are outside in a romantic way?"

Chen Zhan smiled, "So what?"

Mr. Wu: "...I'm going to tell Yin Ronglan."

After finishing speaking, he ruthlessly hung up the phone.

One minute later, Mr. Wu stood up and turned on the shower, let the cold water pour on his body, and sighed softly.

What's the difference between the rhetoric just now and the elementary school students who failed to bicker and put down harsh words and wanted to sue their parents?

He is being forcibly demoted.

The author has something to say: Chen Zhan: Again, I am a good person.