He walks the career path in Shurachang

The floor-to-ceiling windows were cleaned spotlessly, and the light could tell others, vaguely reflecting Gu Lin's stern profile.

He looked down at the message just sent by his personal assistant, and flicked his thumb lightly on the screen of the phone, which showed a brief survey result of Shang Heng.

Shang Heng, 22 years old, a fresh graduate, a family of four squeezed into a low-rent apartment of less than [-] square meters, with a pair of adoptive parents who were addicted to gambling, and a younger brother who was idle. Beating, scolding, oppressing and repaying debts is a standard match for a bitter Dodder family.

Seeing this, Gu Lin's fingers paused slightly. Before he realized that he was wearing a book, he would never have thought that one day, this kind of eight o'clock plot would have anything to do with him.

In fact, he has never read this novel, and the only memory he has of the plot comes from an alternative adapted script at an investment project establishment meeting.

The script has not changed the clichéd plot of the original work at all: handsome and rich men from all walks of life are supporting each other, and they are jealous of the ordinary white-haired protagonist, fighting wits and courage.

Gu Lin, the overlord who happens to have the same name as him, finally kills his rivals and succeeds in ascending the throne after half a book of chasing his wife.

Among the many alternative screenplay projects, this one is nothing new.

Gu Lin endured his temper, and when he saw the insensitive protagonist Shang Heng being hugged and comforted by the third male, while the jealous second male insisted that "we are just brothers", Gu Lin finally killed him mercilessly. Dropped the script.

He never expected that he would suffer "retribution" so soon, and become a domineering president who was about to be "chased by his head".

Before time travel, Gu Lin was born in a wealthy family just like in the book. He works 24 hours a day and has 18 hours a day. right of inheritance.

But now, he has become the legitimate eldest son.

It can also be regarded as the east corner of the loss and the mulberry elm of the harvest.

Gu Lin raised his hand to put his eyebrows together, casting a small shadow under his eyes. The only thing to worry about is, if he insists on not following the plot, will he return to his original identity?

At this moment, Shang Heng, who had gone back and forth, stood in front of him again.

Gu Lin regained his senses from his contemplation, and narrowed his eyes slightly. No matter what, he wanted him to "chasing his wife's crematorium" like in the book—oh, it's absolutely impossible!

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"Aren't you very backbone? You came back so quickly licking your face."

Xia Li fiddled with her curly hair, whispered something in a graceful voice, squinted her eyes and waited for Shang Heng's obsequious apology and begging for mercy.

Unexpectedly, Shang Heng didn't give her half a look, walked around the sofa and came to the French window.

Xia Li, who was ignored, glared at him, and the other guests at the reception, whether or not they glanced at him, whispered to each other.

Shang Heng handed Gu Lin a contract, which was drafted by the other party's assistant Amo, before he had time to sign Shang Heng's name.

Gu Lin pursed her lips, there were slight wrinkles between her brows, and her eyes were cold and distant.

He stood motionless at the same spot, and didn't intend to reach out to take it. Before Shang Heng could speak, he said in a slightly impatient tone: "Don't worry, the check I gave you will not be returned. I'm busy, so you don't have to come to me." , contact my assistant if you need anything."

Better not bother me.

Shang Heng lowered his head and smiled, and put the contract on the elm bonsai stand beside him: "I appreciate Mr. Gu's kindness, after thinking about it, I decided to let go of the agreement, and I will return the check to you, and from now on we will return to the bridge. "

Until this moment, Gu Lin finally looked at him, his sword eyebrows slightly moved, with a bit of surprise, is there such a plot in the original book?Can not remember.

He stared at Shang Heng closely, trying to see through the eyes hidden under the shadow of bangs, what tricks he was playing.

On the couch, Xia Li and Fan Yong looked at each other. The platinum dice that the latter was playing in his hand rolled to the ground inadvertently. Take the money and run away?"

Xia Li curled her lips: "That's right, 200 million, some guys who are only worthy of rolling in the mud may not earn it in their entire life."

"People always have dreams, what if they come true." Shang Heng shrugged, the pair of platinum dice rolled to his feet along the depression of the carpet, Shang Heng bent down to pick them up, and threw them back to the dice on the sofa. youth--

The dice just hit the wine glass held by Fan Yong impartially, and the stirred up wine splashed their faces.

"you--"

"It's a small matter, you don't need to thank you." Shang Heng smiled sincerely, and swallowed the cursing from the other side, "Money, it's better to make money by yourself."

Gu Lin didn't say a word, Shang Heng didn't care, he accepted all the supercilious looks cast by the rich dudes, and turned to leave with his long legs.

Gu Lin stared at the back of the other party, and the screen of the mobile phone was shining brightly, constantly reminding Shang Heng of the "personality" that Shang Heng should have.

Do you think he can't see through this kind of vulgar plot that deliberately draws his attention and highlights the protagonist's innocence and unpretentiousness?

Gu Lin pressed the lock screen button, the corners of her lips curled slightly, her eyes converged into calm disdain: "Clumsy playing hard to get."

Before reaching the entrance of the banquet hall, Shang Heng seemed to be thinking of something, and stopped suddenly. Under the eyes of everyone, he suddenly turned back and stretched out a hand to Gu Lin, palm facing upwards.

Xia Li endured her anger and wiped the drink off her face, and sneered coldly: "Young Master Gu didn't make a sound to keep you, do you regret it?"

Shang Heng: "I'm sorry, I forgot just now, the money for the cake hasn't been settled yet."

Gu Lin: "..."

There was an awkward silence in the air.

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When Shang Heng pushed his bicycle back to the low-rent apartment, it was already the beginning of the night, and the setting sun sank among the high-rise buildings little by little.

Walking through a narrow and messy alley, the hustle and bustle gradually left behind, and the oblique twilight shrouded the seven-story old building.

Ragged laundry poles protruded from the balcony built against the regulations. Oily smoke and rice smell blended with each other, mixed with the weird smell of damp and rust, floating in the narrow aisle.

The old building looks like it has been around for many years. There is no elevator, only the stairs made of cement and lime. The iron railings are so rusty and dirty that the original color cannot be seen.

With his left hand in his pocket, Shang Heng walked quietly down the stairwell.

"His home" lives on the seventh floor, and the original owner got the 200 million check from Gu Lin and locked it in the drawer of his room. If he slows down a step, he might become a new gambling money for his adoptive parents.

At that time, I'm afraid he really has to lick his face and go back to sell himself.

"Xiao Shang, you're back."

Shang Heng looked up, and the landlady, dressed in a fashionable brand name, was walking down the stairs in high heels, waving at him with a smile.

The landlady, Mrs. Rong, is the charterer of this old building, and the four buildings nearby are all real estate under her name. When she was not well-off a few years ago, she was the neighbor across from Shang Heng's house.

Her son Rong Zhi, who grew up with the heroine of the original book as a childhood sweetheart, is also one of the strong competitors in the field of Shura.

Later, Mrs. Rong married a real estate owner for the second time, and she took her son and moved out of the old building. The hero of the original book and the bamboo horse Rongzhi also parted, and they did not see each other for several years.

"The landlord's wife." Shang Heng nodded with a smile, but his heart was absent-mindedly recalling the plot and setting of the original book—is it time to pay for the rent so soon?As he changed the plot line without authorization, it seemed that a little deviation occurred.

"You can just call me Auntie Rong. You used to call me that when you were young." The landlady smiled and sighed again, "Xiao Shang, Auntie doesn't want to embarrass you. I know it's not easy for you, but the rent can't be delayed any longer."

Shang Heng had no choice but to pretend to be aggressive with Gu Lin just now, but he was beaten severely by the society when he turned around.

The original owner had 200 million pockets, but he didn't. He didn't expect that the situation he was facing was more embarrassing than he imagined.

Shang Heng lowered his head and thought for a while, then made a promise: "Within three days, I will definitely pay back the rent."

The landlady looked at him in embarrassment: "Then..."

While the two were talking, the already dim light in the stairwell blinked suddenly. They looked up in surprise, and saw a piece of dry and cracked wall skin peeling off around the old corridor lamp overhead, hanging from the ceiling precariously.

After a burst of rapid flickering, the electric switch tripped, and the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness. The fall of the ceiling and wall only happened in an instant!

The landlady screamed "ah" in horror, and the high heels sprained her feet in panic, but the expected heavy blow did not come——

The air was quickly cut open by a sound of breaking through the air, and the falling wall skin was punched and shattered on the wall, with large and small fragments scattered all over the ground.

A burst of footsteps came in a hurry, and after a while, the electric switch was resumed, and the light came again.

A man in a black casual suit is standing in the corridor, his shirt collar is open, no tie, a pair of delicate silver-rimmed glasses on his tall nose bridge, his jaw is smooth and soft, his skin is fair, and every strand of hair is combed Be meticulous.

"Mom, what happened?" The man raised the landlady's wife gently.

He has a pair of round and transparent eyes, and the gaze he casts is gentle and elegant. The whole person is like polished jade, with a light bookish air, and even the voice and tone of his speech are gentle and pleasant.

"Ah, I'm fine..." The landlady's wife was still in shock, and kept stroking her chest, "Thank you so much, Xiao Shang."

Shang Heng stepped out of the dark shadow, slapped off the lime on the back of his hand, and smiled: "It's a little effort, you're welcome."

The moment Rong Zhi saw the other person clearly, his pupils dilated slightly, his surprise was only for a moment, and then he was replaced by his usual gentleness: "You... are Shang Heng?"

The landlady looked away from the cracked wall, a little puzzled, wasn't this young man very weak in the past?

"Long time no see. Rong Zhi." Shang Heng greeted calmly, but felt a little headache in his heart, how could he pretend that it wasn't the first time we met?

His embarrassment didn't last long, the door on the left side of the stairwell creaked open, a boy in a brand new T-shirt leaned out half of his fat body, and called out to Shang Heng impatiently:

"Why are you coming back now? Come in and cook, do you want to starve my parents and me to death?"

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