He walks the career path in Shurachang

The liveliness of the dance floor in the banquet hall is in stark contrast to the quietness at the self-service bar.

The light at the bar is slightly dim, like a beam of quiet moonlight in the night, Rong Zhi sits alone and pours himself a drink, behind the thin lens, two dark eyes, looking at all living beings on the dance floor alienated and peacefully.

Others were drinking wine, but he was the only one drinking tea. His suit jacket was draped over the back of a chair beside him, and his thin upper body was covered with a snow-white shirt, ironing out the outline of his shoulder blades. He was as refined as a scholar.

A woman in a tunic evening gown stepped forward to strike up a conversation. The sexy black dress showed a snow-white back.

Rong Zhi smiled and pointed to the vent of the central air conditioner above his head, and said politely: "It's cold here, Miss will catch a cold."

The woman made fun of herself and left.

After finishing a cup of tea, Rong Zhi picked up his coat and put it on his elbow, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Fang Yang, the young master of the Fang family, on the balcony, on the phone.

Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, Rong Zhi slightly raised the edge of the curtains, the window glass reflected Fang Yang's side face, as if he was arguing with someone, desperately lowered his voice, but couldn't help raising it occasionally.

"...Other than you, who else knows about life experience?"

Shang's mother's voice on the other end of the phone was a little excited: "No one else, only your father and I know, not even your brother."

Fang Yang's eyes darkened: "My father is Fang Yimo, the chairman of the Fang Group, not someone else! If you still want money, please remember this!"

Shang's mother was obedient: "But..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was noisy, as if someone was fighting for the receiver, and Father Shang's voice came intermittently:

"Little bastard, dare you deny your father? Is it because of my foresight that he got his current glory and wealth? He dares to turn his face and deny his father, so let's go to Chairman Fang and tell the truth!"

Shang's mother cried and smoothed things over: "Xiaoyang, that's not what we mean, it's because we can't live anymore, can you give us some living expenses first?"

Father Shang was still blustering over there: "Let that boy take 100 million to spend first, and find us a house to live in. It's best to get a villa, and then a car. He needs to be rich!"

Fang Yang's eyes were gloomy, and he was extremely angry. His teeth were squeezed up and down and made a slight sound. The fingers holding the phone tightened instantly, and the fingertips turned white with force.

"Does your adopted son, that Shang Heng, know about this?"

Rong Zhi who was behind the curtain could only vaguely hear the word Shang Heng, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Shang's mother hurriedly said: "I don't know, none of us said anything. It's all that Wen, I don't know what kind of tricks, and almost killed your father. If he didn't threaten us, we wouldn't have forced us to sign with Shang Heng." Understand the agreement to terminate the relationship... Now that unfilial son doesn't care whether we live or die..."

"Okay." Fang Yang interrupted her coldly, "Three days later, it's still the same parking lot. Take the money and take the whole family and leave immediately. Don't tell anyone, otherwise, you won't even get a penny."

Fang Yang hung up the line and left in a hurry. Rong Zhi didn't know what was said on the phone, but looked at the back of the other party who was drifting away, showing a thoughtful expression.

The cold air from the central air-conditioning invaded the body, Rong Zhi put on his suit jacket again, buttoned the middle button, pushed aside the crowd on the dance floor, and walked towards the center.

In the corner of the dance floor, Lin Yuqing, Shang Heng and Gu Lin did not speak for a while.

Lin Yuqing's long and narrow peach eyes slightly narrowed, looked at Gu Lin and smiled suddenly: "Shang Heng, do you hear that? Mr. Gu is disliking us, let's not be an eyesore here."

Only then did Gu Rin realize that his words were ambiguous, so he pursed his lips and said forcefully, "That's not what I meant."

Shang Heng: "I understand, I understand."

Director Lu who was left on the sidelines said weakly: "Mr. Lin, I still have some details, I want to discuss with you..."

Lin Yuqing raised her eyebrows, and pulled Shang Heng to leave: "It's just right, let's talk in the past."

"Wait." Gu Lin stretched out his long arms, just in between Lin Yuqing and Shang Heng.

Shang Heng moved his eyes along the opponent's arm to Gu Lin's face, blinked: "President Gu?"

Gu Lin glanced at Lin Yuqing, her eyelashes drooping slightly, and she just held her hand straight in front of Shang Heng: "I just don't have a partner."

Shang Heng looked at his expression of wanting to invite himself to dance but was too embarrassed to speak, and was amused: "So?"

Gu Lin pursed her lips tightly, grabbed Shang Heng's wrist, and could not help but lead him away from Lin Yuqing's side by two or three meters, then lowered her voice to his ear and said, "Can you save yourself, don't you?" I forgot that your IOU has not been sold yet."

Sometimes Gu Lin couldn't help but wonder if Shang Heng's eyesight was not very good, and instead of digging such a large piece of gold, he just messed with the paper figurines in the book all day long.

Shang Heng said sincerely: "I'll give it back to you later, don't you mind?"

Gu Lin: "What do you say?"

He stood still, only showing Shang Heng with his eyes.

Shang Heng smiled helplessly, his eyes became more kind, like an enthusiastic citizen who cares for the lonely old man: "Can I ask Mr. Gu to do me a favor and dance?"

Gu Lin slowly put his hand into Shang Heng's outstretched palm, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a subtle arc.

"What is your relationship with Lin Yuqing? Why is he so enthusiastic about you?"

"Of course they are friends." Shang Heng strikes while the iron is hot: "I am going to invest in his upcoming movie, does Mr. Gu want to make a fortune together?"

Gu Lin let out a cold snort from his nose: "I don't need to rely on him to make money. Where did you get the capital to invest in movies?"

Shang Heng: "There will always be a squeeze."

Gu Lin was about to say that you can come to me if you have any difficulties, but she swallowed the words again. As a beneficiary, how can I be more reasonable?It was too unreserved, Gu Lin looked at Shang Heng, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to speak.

The music played by the orchestra was changed to a very sentimental serenade, the soothing and ambiguous melody was slightly drunk with rum, and the voices of the slow-dancing guests around were lowered, and they leaned on each other and whispered.

Shang Heng stretched out his hand to grab Gu Lin's waist, but he didn't expect to collide with the same hand extended by the other party.

The two were taken aback, and then took a male step at the same time. Gu Lin was stepped on firmly, and the back of the black leather shoe Cheng Guangwaliang was stepped on with gray footprints.

Gu Lin frowned: "Why are you stepping on me!"

The corner of Shang Heng's mouth twitched: "You should step back."

Gu Lin couldn't believe it: "Why should I dance the female step?"

Shang Heng was confident: "I only know how to walk."

Gu Lin: "I'll teach you."

Shang Heng ignored this sentence directly, stepped on the beat and led Gu Lin to spin around: "Mr. Gu, it's quite interesting to have a taste of women's steps once in a while."

Gu Lin didn't notice for a while, lost his rhythm, and was led to stumble, relying on adapting to the situation so as not to make a fool of himself: "Why don't you experience it?"

Shang Heng smiled and said, "Respect the old and love the young, respect the old and love the young."

Gu Lin was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was hurt by this guy again!

The music gradually changed from soothing to brisk, and the two of them turned around together. Gu Lin found the right opportunity, took a step staggered, and stepped on Shang Heng's toes with great precision.

Shang Heng was speechless, and looked down at the mirror-like backs of their shoes: "..."

He raised his eyes, Gu Lin looked calm and looked straight ahead, as if the childish behavior just now was just a not-so-beautiful accident.

Shang Heng asked sincerely: "Mr. Gu, have you graduated from primary school yet?"

Gu Lin's noble and glamorous face finally showed some expression, he frowned, and looked away unnaturally: "When I was young, my family specially hired a private teacher for one-on-one teaching."

He paused, and said, "Before university, I never lived a college life."

Shang Heng made a joke, but unexpectedly got such an answer: "You really deserve to be a rich family."

A hint of sneer appeared on the corner of Gu Lin's lips: "Rich family? You are wrong, it's because as an illegitimate child, I was disliked by my father, and he didn't want me to show my face outside, lest gossip would affect his precious eldest son who is studying in school."

Shang Heng was puzzled: "An illegitimate child? Aren't you the eldest son of Gu?"

Gu Lin pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I mean my past."

In the world in this book, perhaps only Shang Heng, who has the same fate as himself, is the only one who can confide his secrets.

Gu Lin's tone was disdainful, but his lowered eyelids showed a bit of loneliness, he stepped on the dance step absent-mindedly, and accidentally bumped into a pair of men and women hugging and dancing next to him!

Gu Lin was not familiar with women's steps at all, so he accidentally tripped and lost his balance——

Seeing that he was about to split in front of everyone, Shang Heng quickly grabbed his waist, and the two of them leaned back and leaned over.

At that time, the music of the orchestra played to the highest point of the climax, and the melodious tune echoed in the ears of every guest.

Gu Lin's eyes widened in an instant, the dark pupils reflected the face of the young man who was close at hand, and the scorching breath rushed towards his face, almost nose to nose.

Rong Zhi came here just at this time, and bumped into this scene unexpectedly.

The gentle smile on the corners of Rong Zhi's eyes and brows disappeared instantly, and her thin lips were drawn into a line: "Shang Heng."

"Gu Lin!"

A sharp voice mixed with anger suddenly sounded.

Gu Lin was startled, and the moment he turned his head following the voice, his ears brushed against Shang Heng's lips, and a subtle warmth spread over him. He straightened up pretending to be calm, and subconsciously arranged the hem of his clothes and cuff buttons with his hands.

"Rong Zhi, where were you just now?" Shang Heng touched the other party's deep gaze, feeling embarrassed for no reason.

Gu Lin's eyes fell unnaturally on the face of the middle-aged woman in front of her: "Mom, the charity auction hasn't started yet, why are you here?"

Standing beside Aunt Gu was Fang Yang, holding Aunt Gu's arm, with a sneer on the corner of his lips, his eyes fixed on Shang Heng's face, as if he was trying to drill a hole.

He persuaded in a low voice: "Auntie, don't be so angry. There must be some misunderstanding. Gu Lin will not gossip on this occasion. Maybe someone is trying to seduce him."

Aunt Gu glanced at Shang Heng in disgust, and said coldly, "Is that Shang Heng? Come with me."

Shang Heng touched his nose innocently, and silently followed the other party to the nearby sofa——unexpectedly, the time for Aunt Gu's appearance was also earlier. Could it be that the legendary ancient plot of the wealthy parents playing mandarin ducks is coming soon Yet?

Aunt Gu squinted her eyes and looked at Shang Heng carefully: "Are you the little vixen who took Fang's father's son for plastic surgery, seduced my son, and made him refuse to marry Fang Yang?"

Shang Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this line was exactly the same as the original book, finally there was a plot that didn't change, it was a little kinder to think about it.

Seeing that Shang Heng didn't say a word, Aunt Gu just assumed that he had acquiesced, and took out a stack of blank checks and a signature pen from her bag:

"Don't think that if you destroy the marriage between Gu and Fang, you can ascend to the top and marry into my Gu family."

"Let's be honest, how much do you want to leave my son?"

After a long silence, Shang Heng slowly showed a sad expression of humiliation—is there such a good thing?