[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

Baguoxia held the phone, feeling very distressed.

The birth essay has already been written, without any splashes.

I also wrote idol articles, but no one cares about them.

The koi text has a little splash, which is better than nothing, but it is far from the imagination.

What should he write this time?

Baguoxia thought: "I have a little idea."

System: "What idea?"

Bei Guoxia said solemnly: "It's time to write a group favorite cute baby article."

system:"……???"

Bei Guoxia: "After being reincarnated seven times, the male protagonist finally became Jin Bing's son. In this regard, he gave himself the highest guidance: work hard."

System: "I heard that something is wrong with this story, shouldn't it be Jin and ordered to be petted hard?"

Bei Guoxia said with satisfaction: "You have seen all of this, and this is the foreshadowing of my family love essay: combining the deep love between father and son and the theme of the crematorium.

"In the beginning, Jin didn't cherish this son. The son lacked paternal love and caused troubles all day long, which caused everyone's criticism and resentment towards Jin Bing, as well as sympathy for the child.

"Amid all the criticism, Kim realized his mistake and knelt down in front of his son to apologize..."

system:"???"

System: "Jin Bin's son is dead."

Bei Guoxia: "This 'son', he is not a son.

"He is just a virtual character, does not exist, it can be said that he came through time.

"He is just a concept, an image in everyone's mind. It will not change the reality that Jin has no son, and it will make everyone think that Jin is not a competent father..."

system:"……"

System: "It means that you want to write an article "I became Jin Bing's son through time travel"."

Bei Guoxia: "Yes, this title sums it up well."

Bei Guoxia: "But it's not 'I', it's a character that doesn't exist."

System: "Okay, you are the author, you have the final say."

Jin Bin, the mayor of New York, felt that something was wrong when he woke up in the morning.

He sat at the table and ate ham and eggs, and opened the newspaper casually. There were huge English letters on the headlines:

Jack Sue, the son of the mayor of New York, has reached a new high in scandals.

Jin frowned:

whose son?

"Ian Saint Jack Sue Fisk, the son of New York Mayor Wilson Grant Fisk, was photographed by reporters in the early hours of the morning holding a large group performance art party in his villa.

"The scene was very chaotic at one point, the angry Ian Saint showed no remorse, smashed the reporter's camera, and raised his middle finger to send an international friendly greeting to the Information Department.

"In this regard, the city hall stated that this behavior is likely to seriously affect the mayor's reputation in New York..."

Jin couldn't help but rang the bell and called an assistant: "Who is this Ian Saint?"

The assistant was also confused: "Mr. Jin Bing, isn't this your son?"

Jin Bing: "???"

"When will I have a son?" Jin Bing thought.

His first reaction was that someone was impersonating.

"Go and find out," he said.

Who dares to pretend to be his son?

Throughout the day, various deeds of his son "Ian Saint" haunted him.

Always with him like the wind.

Or,

It can't be pulled off like a dog's skin plaster.

Turn on the TV:

"Ian Saint Jack Sue Fisk, the son of New York Mayor Jin Bing, played chess with his left hand and defeated chess champion Farah, and painted with his right hand against the internationally renowned painter Gao Fan. He even played the piano with both feet at the same time. Winner of International Musician Mandry's Piano Competition...

"'I could have spoken at the same time,' said Ian Saint impatiently, 'but the organizers of the International Speech Competition did not allow five competitions to be held at the same time. The amount of information was too large for them to digest.'"

On city billboards:

"What about the son of the mayor of New York?

"New York Mayor Fisk believes everyone is familiar with it, but what about the son of the mayor of New York?

"Let the editor take everyone to understand together..."

To the news station:

"Ian Saint Jack Sue Fisk, the son of New York Mayor Kim Bin, was photographed in and out of the villa with international supermodels.

"In this regard, the supermodels revealed an astonishing inside story: 'Ian Saint never refuses anyone, has slept with all the girls on the cover of "Shoddy Boy", and even pointed the finger at Hollywood's "Choose Concubine", Willing to compete with Stark and Wayne'.

"Many international superstars were found to have sex with him. In this regard, Ian Saint said, 'These are all derivatives of my lack of fatherly love.'"

Things started to change from here, and in the afternoon, the discussion on the news seemed to be:

"Ian Saint Jack Sue Kingpin, the son of New York Mayor Kingpin, was found hiding ten tons of conch in his house.

"In this regard, Ian Saint said painfully, 'I can't control my behavior. If my father is willing to care about me and talk to me, I will stay away from all bad habits and become a noble person, a pure person, a A person who is out of vulgarity.'

"Why is New York Mayor Fisk so indifferent to his son? Is there something hidden in his indulgent attitude towards his son?"

In the office, Jin Bin sneered and said, "I don't have a son at all!"

The allegations angered him.

Because as long as children are mentioned, he can't help but think of his own son, Richard, who died in the gang fight.

If the person pretending to be his son continued to ostentatiously like this, he knew exactly what was on his mind without everyone saying anything.

Before it could subside, the Osborne Group, the Hand, and foreign gangs came to the door aggressively at the same time.

"Your son hooked and seduced my son," Osborne said angrily, "and received [-] million sky-high gifts from my son, and then burned it clean in three days and three nights. Finally left In short, Mr. Mayor..."

"How about solving our problems first?" said the leader of the Hand, Schreider, dissatisfied. "How many troubles does your son have to make outside? He went to visit the Howling Commandos, and ended up sleeping with all of them, even with him." They are the kb members who fought. Now everyone is coming to him to ask him to explain, but he just walks away, I..."

"Your son!" The representative of the foreign gang roared loudly in Russian, "Take away our money and our people! The family will never..."

"Stop! Stop!" Jin Bing slammed the table to stop them, "I don't have a son at all!"

Due to Jin Bing's brutal style, several people temporarily shut up.

But Jin could not see the dissatisfaction and resentment in their eyes.

No need to ask, these accounts must have been charged to him.

"Check it out for me!" Jin realized the crisis, "I want all the information on that man in 10 minutes."

In less than 10 minutes, the information was sent to his desk:

Ian Saint Jack Sue Fisk

Height: 1

Weight: XNUM X kg

eyes: brown

hair: black

Teeth Condition: Perfect

Allergic reactions: all organic or inorganic substances

Father: Wilson Grant Fisk

Jin Bing spent the whole day looking for this Ian Saint.

Hearing that Ian Saint was attending the premiere, he arrived in person and dispersed everyone. He learned that five minutes ago, Ian Saint left the venue holding the hand of the international superstar Lesnardo.

Jin also found Lesnardo, and the other party said that Ian Saint went to the library.

In the library, he learned that Ian Saint had just left holding another man's hand.

According to eyewitnesses, the man's surname was Osborne...

And these messages, without exception, have made it to the newspapers and news.

Everyone seemed to know his whereabouts, but when Jin Bing rushed to the place where Ian Saint appeared, he always passed him by.

Jin Bing's public support has hit the lowest level, and there are already spoofing videos of him on Youtubie.

In the video, the person with the face of "Jin Bin" spread out his hands and exaggeratedly said:

"nobody,

"than me,

"Know better,

"How to educate children."

In the office, Kim smashes the computer:

"That's not my son at all! Even if it's my son, why should I be responsible for everything about him? Doesn't he have any idea or judgment about what he should do?! Apart from drugs, drugs and sex, he doesn't even Don't you have any normal pursuits in life?!"

The news immediately becomes:

"Kim also admitted to abusing his son, being indifferent to his child's needs for years, and has no intention of taking responsibility for it. His words and actions seriously..."

Kim also openly asked to meet the son.

Ridiculously ridiculed by the mainstream media as:

"The mayor of New York is so busy that he doesn't even know his own children";

"Shocked! The mayor of New York doesn't know who his son is!"

Kim also declared:

"This child doesn't exist at all!"

It was ridiculed by the mainstream media as "the mayor of New York even wanted to get rid of his own children in order to avoid responsibility";

"Shocked! The mayor of New York is ruthless, and the father and son may become enemies."

Kim also taught the mainstream media a lesson.

It was immediately turned into a leaflet by the non-mainstream media, and it will be circulated in private forever and forever.

So far, the media still don't know why they were so unafraid of death back then.

Condemned by the media, ridiculed by the public, and blamed by allies.

Jin was inexplicably condemned by people from all walks of life.

And he couldn't argue.

Everyone believed that "this is your son, what he did must have something to do with you, and you must be responsible."

—Again, he had no children at all!

Jin Bing himself is indeed invincible.

But this out-of-the-box "Son of Jinbin" is a spoiler.

Under his rampage, many omissions appeared in Jin Bing's empire.

Coalition cooperation is falling apart and opinion polls have plummeted.

What's more, Ian Saint is desperately squandering Jin Bing's money.

He ordered a 99-story villa, a [-]-story RV, a Boeing plane, diamond-encrusted running shoes, and tens of thousands of bodyguards.

Money kept flowing out of Jin Bing's account.

Jin Bing found the finance angrily, intending to pull the bill.

Unexpectedly, the continuous stream of bills completely submerged his two-meter-high and two-hundred-kilogram body.

Ian Saint is otherworldly.

Not only spending money, but also constantly posting statements on Twitter:

"My father doesn't love me, so I was forced to spend money, date and do sports all the time to make up for my lack of heart."

As a result, Jin Bing continued to be condemned by others.

Jin Bing still insisted: "I don't have a son at all!"

But everyone was moved by Ian Saint's touching tweet, and they all sent out public support:

"Seeing how miserable he is, why don't you admit it and just apologize to him, don't be so narrow-minded."

Kim Bing: ? ? ?

Why didn't he know when New York, a ghostly place that eats people and doesn't spit out bones, became a paradise full of sympathy?

Jinhe sat in the office, thinking seriously:

Although he can use violence to solve the problem.

But he can't kill everyone.

Although he can really do it!

Nor can he let "Ian Saint" evaporate.

Because he couldn't even catch the shadow of Ian Saint!

This sense of aggrieved power, but nowhere to display it, is enough to drive him crazy!

Kim didn't respond right away.

He first froze all property under his name.

Then send the whole gang to torture every corner of New York.

Until Ian Saint's whereabouts were forced out.

But the subordinates are very perfunctory.

Because they are full of sympathy for Ian Saint.

More because in their consciousness, Ian Saint slept all of them.

They have a guilty conscience.

In the office, Jin didn't know anything about Ian Saint's "bed record" of infiltrating the organization.

Still anxiously waiting for the result.

A phone call broke the suffocating silence in the room.

He immediately picked up the phone: "Any news?"

The person on the other end of the phone said politely: "Hello, Mr. Jin Bin, I'm Oswald Copperpot from Gotham City."

Jin frowned, and immediately recalled this city of crime, which is famous as New York: "Are you a Penguin?"

On the other side of the phone, Penguin frowned dissatisfied.

He doesn't like the nickname.

However, it doesn't matter, this time he is here to discuss business.

He said: "Mr. Jin Bin, your son Ian Saint forced me to sign a contract with him not long ago, about..."

Jin also realized that Penguin had dealt with the impostor named "Ian Saint" and might be a good opportunity to catch him.

So he asked patiently, "About what?"

The Penguin laughed twice: "Mr. Ian Saint wrote the story between your father and son into a book and sold it to a company under my name for publication."

Jin Bin: "Then?"

Penguin: "The book was such a hit in Gotham, we're going to make it into a movie."

Kim Bin: "Is Ian Saint in Gotham?"

Penguin: "So you have to pay us [-] million labor costs."

Jin Bing: "...what?"

Penguin: "According to the contract signed by Ian Saint and I, all the copyright fees, adaptation rights, naming rights and other rights of this work belong to my company.

"We plan to use [-] million yuan to make this movie, develop its i, and make it a world-class top-level work.

"So according to the contract, he has to pay us that money."

Jin Bing instantly forgot the unhappiness that Ian Saint had brought him, and asked: "But isn't this book written by him?"

Penguin: "Then he drafted the contract himself."

Jin Bin tapped the table with his hands.

He was stunned by this absurd thing, and unconsciously, his train of thought had been completely taken astray.

"What if I refuse to pay?" he asked.

There was a hidden threat in Penguin's tone: "Then Ian Saint will be sued by us for breach of contract and demand compensation.

"The liquidated damages in the contract are unimaginable, Mr. Jin Bing. At that time, it will not be a problem that can be solved by a mere [-] million yuan."

Jin and flew into a rage: "I won't pay the money!"

Penguin: "Okay, we will discuss this matter in court, but you still have to pay 6000 million as compensation to my company."

Jin Bing said angrily: "What compensation?"

Penguin: "After Ian Saint's book became very popular in Gotham, there were many pirated copies, which seriously damaged my company's due interests.

"So according to the contract, he has to pay us out of his own pocket."

Jin Bing: "..."

Jin Bin: "Tell me, how much money did he make writing this book?"

Penguin whispered something to the person next to him.

Then he replied: "According to the riddle...cough, according to my assistant's calculation, he will receive an astronomical 1000 yuan remuneration."

It's a loss anyway.

His son is really a business genius.

Jin Bin: "You wait, I'll go to Gotham right away."

The penguin said happily: "Mr. Jin Bin, I knew you would think it through, but you don't need to come in person, you just need to put the money in my company's account..."

Jin Bin: "No, I have to go there myself!"

Jin Bin: "I'm going to hang you and that kid on the streetlight in front of Pizza Hut!"