After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

At the chief of the celebration reception, sat a young man.

He was wearing an exquisite suit, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were pale and amber in color.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, gentle and polite, indescribably elegant and dignified.

This is the No. 17 year when the end of the world began.

Human beings paid a huge price and finally ended this catastrophe.

After half a year of rest, they held a celebration banquet, and all those present were those who had made contributions in the last days.

The higher the meritorious service, the closer the seat will be.

The position of the young man is too eye-catching, causing many people's doubts.

"Who is that person? So young, how can he sit at the head of the celebration banquet?"

"Of course he can. After all, he is Song Zhulan!"

"The legendary Song Zhulan?"

"That's right, if it weren't for his plan, we would have starved to death in the famine, or died in the mouth of wild animals. And he is not only good at using his brain, but also his skills."

The person who asked the question first took a breath: "He looks thin and thin, and he is so young, I thought—"

The middle-aged man shivered suddenly, feeling a cold and frightening gaze staring at him, triggering a cold sweat on his back.

But when he raised his head, he only saw Song Zhulan in the distance.

The man in the legend held his wine glass, smiled slightly, and, knowingly or not, just turned in the direction of the man.The smile is warm and decent, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But the man felt cold for no reason.

After drinking for three rounds, Song Zhulan's friend patted him on the shoulder, and said with a big tongue: "It's good to get rid of the end of the world! From now on, I won't be unable to eat or sleep well, and if I don't pay attention, I will become crazy." The belly of the beast."

"That's right, the Taiping era was really good. You see, it's only been half a year, and the entertainment industry has developed. I read a book a few days ago, and there was a supporting character with the same name as Brother Lan——"

"Which one!"

"Let me see, who dares to write so much!"

The friends laughed together and curiously discussed the story of the supporting character with the same name.

The supporting role is a starlet, penniless, with a very bad personality, and ends up tragically.It is completely different from the real Song Zhulan.

A group of friends tried to find out who had so boldly borrowed their Brother Lan's name, but Song Zhulan himself remained silent, lowering his eyes slightly to cover up his bored expression.

Half a year has passed since the end of the world, and all life has returned to peace.

But he always felt unreal.

I even feel that this kind of life... is too dull.

The banquet hall is resplendent with gold and jade, and the music is melodious and pleasant.

The thin boy stood in the middle of the banquet hall, with a pile of glass shards under his feet.

He was wearing a slim suit, making him tall and handsome.The boy's appearance is clear and handsome, and it is a good color that can arouse people's admiration no matter where it is placed.

It's just that now he has egg whites hanging all over his head and face, his white shirt is stained red by the wine, egg whites mixed with red wine, dripping down the seam of his suit pants, he is in a mess.

A group of people in suits and leather shoes surrounded him not far away, pointing in his direction.

"Are the black fans this year so scary? Breaking into the banquet hall and throwing rotten eggs at people?"

"Damn, after all, that's Song Zhulan's black fan. If you ask me, the organizer shouldn't have invited him to mess up the banquet."

"With him here, it's already disappointing enough, and this kind of thing happened."

"Yeah, we won't attend the next event with him, so as not to cause trouble."

They were talking in low voices, but none of them stepped forward to deal with the mess and the rat-like teenager crossing the street in the mess.

While speaking, the young man in the center of the topic suddenly raised his head, his pale eyes slowly swept around, his eyes were cold and sharp like knives.

Everyone he swept shivered and rubbed their arms.

"Why is it so cold in the hall? The air conditioner is too low."

"The organizer's work is really bad. Why hasn't anyone come to clean it now?"

The crowd muttered and walked away slowly, but the boy still stood where he was.

Song Zhulan ran over a piece of glass on the ground with the tip of his shoe, frowning.

A banquet is being held here, the size is not large, but the decoration is gorgeous and exquisite.His world has just left the end of the world, so it is impossible to be so extravagant and wasteful.

Where would this be?

He was a little drunk at the celebration banquet just now, took a nap, and opened his eyes again, he was already in a completely strange place.If it's just that, it's okay to say, the most important thing is that the original owner of the body did not know what went through, was smashed with rotten eggs, and had wine splashed on his clothes.The sticky egg wash and red wine made the clothes cling to his skin.

Song Zhulan has always loved to be clean, even in the last days, she tried her best to maintain her image.Being hit all over the head and face by rotten eggs like this now made him extremely unhappy, and he couldn't even maintain the usual smile on his face.

Scattered memories about the original body gradually surfaced in Song Zhulan's mind during conversations with others. His experiences were exaggerated and absurd, as if they were only plots in novels.

Song Zhulan's eyes sank, and he suddenly remembered the novel that his friend had mentioned at the wine table.

"Xiao Lan!"

At this moment, Song Zhulan's thinking was interrupted by a shout, which came from the front.

A middle-aged man with a round body trotted over from the mess, his face was covered with sweat.

Song Zhulan didn't recognize him, but the man's name appeared in his mind.

Jiang Xiaofeng, the assistant of the cannon fodder Song Zhulan in that novel.

So, he is wearing a book?

Just as he was thinking, Jiang Xiaofeng had already walked to Song Zhulan's side. He didn't care to wipe the sweat off his brow, with a worried expression on his face: "Xiaolan, are you okay! The black fan who caused trouble just now has been taken away, and it will definitely be gone in a few days." I'll give you an explanation. The organizer has already opened a room for you upstairs, so go take a shower and tidy up, we have to go back to filming in an hour."

He said, observing Song Zhulan's expression nervously, thinking about how to comfort him.My own artist has a hot temper, and if someone throws rotten eggs for no reason, he will definitely make a big fuss before he is willing to give up.

Song Zhulan was not as irritable as he imagined, and asked as calmly as possible: "Although the scale of this banquet is small, the security conditions should be enough to prevent a fan from entering the banquet hall with a rotten egg."

Before wearing the book, he vaguely heard a friend talk about the plot of "Song Zhulan" being attacked by black fans, and it seemed that the organizer of the event was obstructing it.

In fact, it was impossible for a young fan to break into such a banquet, even in the world of the novel. It was only because the organizer opened the back door for her and intentionally harmed the original body.

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't expect Song Zhulan to say this, he was taken aback for a moment, then hesitated and couldn't answer: "This... I don't know, maybe there is some omission. This time, the company will report to the sponsor Fang will pursue responsibility and will not treat you badly."

"Let's stop talking standing up, your body...is very uncomfortable."

"I see, thank you Brother Xiaofeng for your concern," Song Zhulan thanked Jiang Xiaofeng flatly, with a faint smile on his face.

When did this ancestor have such a good temper?Jiang Xiaofeng was puzzled, so he heard Song Zhulan say again: "Please also convey this to the organizer for me."

Song Zhulan paused, and said softly: "Thank you for their hospitality, I will repay this kindness in the future."

Song Zhulan's tone was calm, with a smile on his face, there seemed to be nothing wrong, and his attitude was even as good as if he had taken the wrong medicine.But Jiang Xiaofeng inexplicably felt a chill on his back, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his arms.

He looked at Song Zhulan, the boy's eyelashes drooped slightly, his amber pupils were shrouded in a shadow, his expression was unreal, but inexplicably terrifying.

Why is it that the attitude is good, but it is even more scary?

Without knowing it, Jiang Xiaofeng went in and called Song Zhulan to change and wash his clothes.

Song Zhulan responded, and followed Jiang Xiaofeng.

Where he had stood, a piece of broken glass had been crushed to powder.

Song Zhulan changed out of her filthy clothes and washed herself three times from head to toe, and finally felt that the lingering stickiness disappeared.

He stepped out of the bathtub, carefully checked the bathrobe that Jiang Xiaofeng brought, and put it on after confirming that it was not dirty.

There was no one else in the bathroom, so the smile on Song Zhulan's face completely faded.His thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were gloomy, and his demeanor was cold and frightening.

While taking a bath, the plot in the novel related to the original body appeared in Song Zhulan's mind.

In the original book, Song Zhulan is a starlet who debuted as a child star. He just turned eighteen this year, and he is quite famous on the Internet, but there are only bad reviews.

His business ability is not good, and his personality is very irritable. As a student who is about to take the college entrance examination, he was even caught playing games all night. He can be called the best example of ignorance.Such a person who has no merits at all, naturally became the target of the majority of netizens, and would be scolded on the hot searches every now and then.In addition, there are some extreme black fans, and the one who threw rotten eggs today is one of them.

In the book, the only meaning of the original body is to try to steal the protagonist's golden thigh, and through his stupidity and badness, set off the freshness, kindness and beauty of the protagonist.

And Song Zhulan transmigrated into the book, replacing the original character, and had to live according to the trajectory written in the book.

Song Zhulan snorted coldly, wiped off the mist on the vanity mirror with a wave of his hand, and leaned on the table to look over.

In the mirror, the young man's skin was as fair as jade, his brows were deep, and his pale eyes were like a piece of rare amber, revealing anger and murderous intent.

Song Zhulan's appearance is gentle and elegant, but it's just an appearance.He is a person who can survive in the 17-year apocalypse and holds a high position. In fact, he is ruthless, decisive, and extremely controlling.

Although he felt a little bored because of the peace after the end of the world, that didn't mean he was willing to be suddenly thrown into a world in a book, and he had to follow the absurd settings in it and live according to other people's wishes.

Song Zhulan was completely annoyed. If he caught the person behind the scenes, he would definitely make that person pay a hundred times the price for his actions.

But anger never dazzled Song Zhulan's mind, instead it made him analyze the current situation more calmly.

He can't go back to his original world in a short time, and he really wants to live here as the black Song Zhulan of the whole network.But this does not mean that he intends to endure the life of the original owner, being insulted on social platforms every day, and facing the risk of being splashed with red wine and smashed rotten eggs.

He wants to change all that.

Turned around from the black traffic of the whole network, and became the one who stood at the top of the entertainment industry.

Then take it easy and get back today's debt one by one.

The water vapor in the bathroom gradually dissipated, and the boy in the mirror raised a smile, the curvature of the smile was just right, and the momentum was compelling.