After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

That night, Chen Zhan replied to the comments while lying in bed.

The live broadcast ended suddenly that day, and he looked at Weibo again, and he didn't know when he won the title of koi.

As the exam week approached, many retweeted him asking for luck.

Chen Zhan looked a little guilty, even Yin Ronglan only glanced at it, and felt that his eyes hurt, it was clearly a murder weapon in the world.

Chen Zhan changed the keyword search... Charity auction.

It soon popped up that a certain group leader was about to hold a charity party for the [-]th anniversary of the establishment of the company. Some auction items had already been announced in advance, and there happened to be Yin Ronglan's picture of galloping horses in it.

It does not involve gossip hotspots, and there are only a few hundred comments.

Chen Zhan saw a few inappropriate comments in it, and the commenter said that he was not targeting the nature of the auction, but only targeting one of the lots.

This comment has dozens of likes.

Young faces automatically appeared in Chen Zhan's mind, and he turned his head to look at Yin Ronglan: "The news has spread?"

Yin Ronglan nodded.

It took less than half a day, and the speed of transmission was amazing.

Chen Zhan was curious: "How did you do it?"

Yin Ronglan: "Send it to Moments."

Post it yourself and ask others to post it, which is very efficient.

"..."

Chen Zhan: "It may be better if it is spread in the daytime tomorrow."

Yin Ronglan: "Aren't they all the same?"

Chen Zhan said seriously: "At least let those people sleep soundly."

Yin Ronglan's eyes gradually became deep. Looking at it from another dimension, Chen Zhan would indeed put himself in other people's shoes.

As if to get a glimpse of his inner thoughts, Chen Zhan smiled shyly: "Only a good person can live a safe life."

Yin Ronglan gently helped him straighten his messy hair: "I know."

The system clamored to speak human words, but Chen Zhan ignored them all, and did not forget to temporarily draw a red love heart on the small notebook that was going to be donated.

·

The last time he participated in the auction was in Tianhai City, when Yin Ronglan's little vest barely maintained the last trace of dignity.

Unlike before when he fled in a private jet, the two appeared at the auction hand in hand this time.The same suit and leather shoes are elegant, and in the eyes of outsiders, the curvature of the corner of the mouth is even an oblique angle, which looks like a husband and wife.

Seeing this scene, the acquaintances smiled tacitly: "It's not that the whole family doesn't come in... Cheers."

Those who express the above emotion are the two people who participated in "The Story of the Chen", they didn't know each other at first, because they hit it off because of the common object of hatred, and they became close friends.

Most of the people who can communicate easily are young people. Those who are a little older, exchange business cards calmly and talk about their industries.Yin Ronglan was in this line, and Chen Zhan pretended to be sitting on a chair a few meters away with a glass of red wine, not drinking, watching the scene with great interest.

Yin Ronglan is not very old, but he has lost the vigor that young people should have... Is it a different kind of premature aging?

Before his question was answered, a bad breath approached first.

Looking up was a familiar face, the face was a little thinner than before, revealing a pointed chin.

Tan Changming showed a fake smile: "I heard that you also have something to consign today?"

Chen Zhan: "It's a gift, not worth mentioning."

He took a sip of his wine and said, "If you care, you can buy it."

Tan Changming's tone was a bit mocking: "As the Internet says, ordinary people have a lot of money?"

Chen Zhan shook his head: "You only occupy a small part of the book, and the rest are other people's wonderful deeds, which can be sold at a high price. This is a strategy."

Tan Changming couldn't hold back his heart skipping a beat.

"What's more, the best way to overcome fear is to face it directly. If you can face up to the small book, it is a manifestation of courage... If you are courageous and resourceful, who would dare to laugh at you?"

The heartbeat was too fast, and the position was lost... Tan Changming swallowed: "Is it expensive?"

Chen Zhan shook his head with a smile: "The most expensive thing is the painting, the so-called small book is just a blush. No matter how nonsense you are, an increase in the price of more than [-] will be considered a breakthrough."

"It makes sense." Tan Changming thought carefully and walked to another place, completely forgetting the original intention of preparing a wave of mocking attacks at close range.

Chen Zhan watched him leave with a smile, looking around for any snacks that suit his appetite.

Before taking a few more steps, I heard a voice: "Brainwashing again?"

Facing Yin Ronglan, Chen Zhan took off his disguise, put down his wine glass and picked up a plate of small cakes: "Just to help analyze the pros and cons."

He never makes decisions for others.

After taking two mouthfuls of butter and getting tired of it, she couldn't help curling her lips. Yin Ronglan took the plate knowingly and ate the remaining half: "Don't wobble, the auction will start right away."

Chen Zhan nodded, followed him to his seat and sat down.

"If you like it, just say it." Yin Ronglan confessed: "It's all donations, so I have to buy one."

Knowing the nature of the dinner, Chen Zhan was not polite. As soon as the host came to the stage, he listened carefully to the introduction of each lot.

Many of them were antiques, and Chen Zhan had little interest until a bottle of wine appeared, and he said decisively: "This is useful, you can drink it when you buy it."

Yin Ronglan saw the seriousness in his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "This wine is sold for the year."

Chen Zhan asked back: "If you don't drink, let the ashes fall?"

Almost forgetting that this person is a realist, Yin Ronglan raised his placard to bid as he wished. Apart from red wine lovers, there were not many people participating in this round of bidding, so he succeeded in the auction easily.

Auction one by one "Famous flower has a master", finally arrived at the painting.

The painting is really good, and the moment the red cloth is lifted, most of the knowledgeable people show the expression that they are determined to win.

The host's voice suddenly faltered: "If you take pictures of the paintings, you can get a few extra... small notebooks."

Out of professionalism, I had to show it in front of everyone: "The above records are some short stories, you can regard it as unpublished inspiration."

Knowing the inside story, he cast a strange look in Chen Zhan's direction.

Yin Ronglan sat next to him, covering most of his eyes.

Host: "The base price is 500 million."

The 500 million yuan is entirely the price of the painting. As for whether the subsequent price increase is because the painting is still a small book, it is estimated that only the person concerned knows.

Chen Zhan said softly: "Guess who will get it?"

Yin Ronglan: "Tan Changming."

Chen Zhan expressed his innocence: "I didn't really brainwash him."

Yin Ronglan: "Tan Changming's grandfather likes calligraphy and painting, so he won't lose money if he buys them."

During the discussion, the painting and the small book have become Tan Changming's possessions.

The auction only took up one-third of the whole party, and Chen Zhan was curious about the difference in the bottle of wine. Unfortunately, the fastest time to pay in full was tomorrow, and the auction items were not available to him yet.

Chen Zhan thought to himself, when the wine arrived, it would be perfect for a candlelight dinner.

"Taste." Yin Ronglan brought a glass of slightly bubbling wine: "The most expensive here."

The last three words are very attractive, Chen Zhan took a sip...it's very good.

His face suddenly turned red.

"The degree is very high, drink less."

Chen Zhan shook the wine glass: "Preparing high-quality wine for this occasion is intriguing."

Yin Ronglan: "Alcohol is just an excuse."

If you really don't know anything after drinking, the possibility of having sex after drinking is actually smaller.

Chen Zhan glanced around, and was not surprised to see that someone deliberately chose this kind of wine, drank a few sips, and poured it into the target's arms pretending to be exhausted.

Yin Ronglan didn't want him to see this scene. In his eyes, Chen Zhan's heart was actually very pure. However, when he turned his face, he saw that the other party was taking shorthand with a small notebook. He didn't forget to add stick figures to make the character image more three-dimensional.

"..."

"I have never tasted this kind of feeling when I get drunk to relieve my worries." I expressed my opinions while writing.

In the past, he was a serious student, so he didn't dare to drink unscrupulously.

Chen Zhan has a challenging attitude towards new things: "I'll drink a few more glasses, and when you get drunk later, you will be responsible for recording, and you can write articles for reference later."

The characteristic of a ruthless person is not to let others go, and a werewolf is not to let go of himself.

Chen Zhan got drunk in a planned way, and before he lost his sense of balance, he still didn't forget to explain his "funeral affairs": "Be careful with my manuscript."

It's a pity that rationality is like the burden of idols, and it is difficult to completely throw it away after getting used to it.After a few glasses of wine, Chen Zhan was drunk, but behaved extraordinarily well, hiding in a corner and talking to himself.

Yin Ronglan found it interesting, and helped him out, but Chen Zhan squatted at the door and did not cooperate, continuing to murmur.

Yin Ronglan leaned closer and listened, and they were all talking nonsense——

"Why did you fail me in the college entrance examination?"

Back and forth is what it means.

Reluctantly, he chose to carry someone back.

Tan Changming just came back from the bathroom, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

Chen Zhan tugged on his bow tie and frowned: "Look at what! Have you ever seen Zhu Bajie carrying his wife?"

"..."

Under the influence of alcohol, I dreamed until dawn.

The local dog barked in the yard to indicate that he wanted to eat, Chen Zhan got up, and when he got out of the bedroom, he saw Yin Ronglan walking out with dog food.

"Where's the video?" Chen Zhan rubbed his temples: "Show me."

There was a smell of porridge on the stove, and the eggs were not fried, and it seemed that they would have to cook for a while. He could use this time to sort out the materials.

"There is no record." Yin Ronglan calmly dictated the restored scene to him.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Chen Zhan gave up looking for materials from himself, perhaps it is more practical to take inspiration from others.

On the other side, the dog kept quiet as soon as it had food.

Yin Ronglan saw that it was about the same time, and finished the rest of the work in the kitchen.

After breakfast, he suddenly opened his mouth to mention that the city has not been very peaceful recently, and there have been several murders in a row, because the panic news was suppressed partly.

Chen Zhan also found something unusual. The number of patrol cars seen on the road recently was obviously more than in the past.

"According to the time calculation, the first murder case happened not long after your new article was published."

Chen Zhan sighed, just in case, he didn't plan to add a new character of passer-by death in the article recently.

Properly adjust some details in the outline, and I feel that I don't know where to start when I update the article.

Yin Ronglan cleaned up the table and was ready to go to work. Before leaving, Chen Zhan asked him: "How to add meaning and depth to the article?"

"The main character died." Yin Ronglan didn't want to give the answer.

Chen Zhan was surprised: "Will it be too cruel?"

Yin Ronglan said lightly: "In ten seconds, name four great comedies."

After 20 seconds passed, Chen Zhan racked his brains and ended in failure.

"tragedy."

Chen Zhan said five or six in one breath, and suddenly had an idea.

The owner of the villa is the protagonist, and writing to death means the end of the whole play, so he began to focus on the mysterious roommate.

Mr. Wu has already harvested a large number of fans, not to mention that the opponent has split into different personalities, and it is difficult to win with low-level tactics. It is better to use the last remaining heat to add luster to the article.

·

the company.

Yin Ronglan, who had just finished the meeting, saw the new chapter released by Chen Zhan——

A deep crack suddenly opened in the road, black smoke lingered in the distance, and firelight illuminated half of the sky.

Screams, sirens, and devastation at first glance.

The owner of the villa stepped on the accelerator all the way, and the fallen trees and utility poles blocked his vision, and he didn't know where he was going to drive.

A hand suddenly reached over to cover his eyes.

"What are you doing?" The owner of the villa was startled.The car crashed uncontrollably.

"You will survive."

In the last section, the car hits a rock and stops, and the owner of the villa is unconscious.Everyone was trying to escape from the city, only the mysterious roommate walked towards the erupting volcano step by step.

Seeing this, Yin Ronglan couldn't help being a little surprised. She didn't expect Chen Zhan to act so quickly, and immediately found a character to sacrifice to heaven.

After smiling, he quickly returned to work.

When the lunch break is over, it is inevitable to feel a little depressed when going back to work.

Resisting the drowsiness at the front desk, when he saw someone walking in, he reflexively smiled politely.But she soon realized that something was wrong, the person who came wrapped herself too tightly, wearing sunglasses, a mask and a peaked cap, and a thin jacket with a stand-up collar in summer.

"Excuse me... do you have an appointment?"

Chen Zhan walked over, but the receptionist couldn't help taking a small step back.

"I'm not a bad guy." His voice was muffled, and he pulled off half of his mask to reveal Lushan's true face: "It's me."

"Chen Zhan?"

Chen Zhan nodded: "I want to see Yin Ronglan."

It's just that the similar appearance doesn't mean anything, the front desk politely asked to see the ID card.

Chen Zhan was very cooperative from beginning to end.

After confirming the identity, the smile at the front desk was a little more sincere: "The boss is upstairs, please feel free."

Chen Zhan went to wait for the elevator, another colleague whispered, "Don't you need to make a phone call first?"

The receptionist shook his head: "It's so mysterious, if it's a surprise, wouldn't I have to take the primary responsibility if it gets destroyed?"

Chen Zhan sneaked into the office and startled Yin Ronglan. Seeing his outfit, he said helplessly, "Not hot?"

Sitting down opposite, Chen Zhan put down a bag of things by the way, as if he had just finished shopping in the supermarket.

"What are the prerequisites for a writer to write tragedy?"

Yin Ronglan was puzzled: "Is there still a condition?"

Chen Zhan smiled, but there was no sincerity in the smile: "First of all, readers don't know your identity in reality; second, they don't know where you live."

That's why I can write unscrupulously.

Yin Ronglan frowned: "Is it important?"

Chen Zhan nodded heavily: "Extremely important."

For example, when he was walking on the road today, he was almost beaten.

Who would have expected that the fans, irrespective of circles, would be violent and coquettish, and they would go crazy and start fighting directly.

After hearing the cause and effect, Yin Ronglan was amused: "I read the article, but I didn't directly explain death, so I would just write about resurrection."

Chen Zhan took off his mask: "He went to the volcano to be martyred, how can we save him? We can't let him roll and swim in the magma, jump out and sing "I'm getting bald and stronger."

Speaking of this, he said to himself again: "If you become bald, will those book fans stop liking this character?"

You don't have to be beaten yourself.

The author has something to say: Chen Zhan looked up to the sky and sighed: I have a new dream, to write a great tragedy.

Book fan: Crowdfunding slaps him to wake him up!