After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

China Entertainment Corporation.

Zhao Bin slammed the ashtray out, and the porcelain ashtray rolled to the ground and fell to pieces.

"Damn little brat!"

He looked at the wreckage and cursed.

Song Zhulan's matter was too much trouble, and the upper management of the company began to hold him accountable, directly saying that he, as a broker, did not have timely public relations and handled it poorly.Not only did he lose this month's bonus because of this, but he was also reported and criticized as a negative case, which lost both face and face.

It's all the fault of that Song Zhulan!

Zhao Bin let out a heavy breath, sat on the desk for a while, took out his mobile phone, and called a number that he had not noted.

The other party answered quickly: "Mr. Zhao, you are a rare visitor."

Zhao Bin laughed dryly, adjusted his mood, and said with a low posture: "You must not say that, I have completed what you ordered, and I should report it, shouldn't I?"

"Huh? Is that considered completed?" The other party's voice was very low, "It seems that Manager Zhao's vision of seeing things is really different from ours."

Zhao Bin hurriedly said: "This is just the beginning. Tomorrow, tomorrow at the latest, I will let you see the satisfactory result!"

"Better so."

The person on the phone snorted coldly: "If you don't satisfy me, you know what the consequences will be."

Zhao Bin hung up the phone respectfully, his hands still trembling slightly.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, his eyes became more sinister.

Song Zhulan, this is your own death, so you can't blame me.

The model lasted for four days and finally ended.

After Song Zhulan finished the physics exam, she walked out of the exam room on crutches, and several students outside the exam room enthusiastically surrounded her.

"It can be regarded as the end of the exam. Brother Lan, how did you perform this time?"

"It's okay," Song Zhulan smiled, his eyes were slightly bent, shaped like two peach blossoms.

"That's good, that's good!" the classmate said, "This time, in the partial Chinese class, the Chinese, English and history questions are all simple, and it's really easy to do. I guess as long as you don't make any low-level mistakes, everyone Should be pretty stable"

"It's just physics, the questions are too inhumane! It's all about what!"

"Yes! There is another question that requires a lot of calculations. I have calculated it several times, but I don't know if I got it right in the end."

Several people beside him echoed.

As soon as the class was over, the students gathered to discuss the difficulty of the exam. Most of them were lamenting that mathematics and physics were rare and abnormal.

Song Zhulan chatted with them cooperatively, and regained the feeling of the long-lost student days.

The content gradually moved to the just-concluded physics exam. Everyone got the answers right and asked Song Zhulan from time to time: "Brother Lan, what is your answer to this question?"

Song Zhulan himself was born in mathematics, and he took the test in the junior class. He has a good foundation in mathematics and physics, and he never dared to slack off in the 17 years of the end of the world.Although he doesn't have a deep understanding of the world's cutting-edge physics, he can handle the college entrance examination questions with ease.

The questions on this physics paper didn't bother him. He answered the answers one by one, and even briefly explained some ideas for solving the questions. Everyone listened carefully at first, but then they were left dumbfounded.

"Fuck, this idea is amazing, why didn't I think of it?"

"That's right! Can you and Brother Lan's brains be the same structure?"

"Brother Lan, you are so good at science. What history did you choose at the time? You might as well choose chemistry or geography. This way the chances of getting into the top [-] will be much higher!"

"But brother Lan is not bad now! Don't worry, he will definitely beat Chen Kaiqiang and Liu Feng!"

Several teenagers gathered together, but they didn't see Chen Kaiqiang who was walking by not far away with a displeased face.

Song Zhulan keenly caught the sinister gaze, raised her head and smiled at him.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and the district will start grading papers uniformly, and Chen Kaiqiang, a qualified teacher in the mathematics group, will also participate in it.

But Song Zhulan wasn't worried about what he would do to correct the papers.

Leaving aside the machine-graded papers, the possibility of getting his papers is extremely low. Even if it really falls into Chen Kaiqiang's hands, he can only judge in a proper manner.

There are a lot of unfair terms and regulations in this world.

But the results are fair, just, and open, and no one can put their minds on it.

When Chen Kaiqiang saw that beautiful and flawless smile, he was shocked and left quickly.

Song Zhulan didn't give this kind of person a look, and talked with his classmates for a while, and didn't go out with his classmates until Jiang Xiaofeng was already waiting for him at the school gate.

Not far from the school gate, Jiang Xiaofeng wore a black mask, waved to Song Zhulan, and walked two steps towards the gate to pick him up.

At this moment, a few people suddenly squeezed out from the group of parents, rounded their arms, and threw something in Song Zhulan's direction.

Things happened so fast, in just a split second.

The egg drew a parabola in the air and headed towards Song Zhulan.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock.

Seeing that an egg was about to hit the young Ruyu's face

"Crack-"

The egg fell to the ground and shattered, while a smoky stench filled the air.

Song Zhulan stood on the spot, maintaining a slightly sideways posture.He frowned, with a rare hint of anger on his face.

What a rotten egg again!

But before he had time to think about it, various things were already flying towards him.

Song Zhulan was on crutches and had limited mobility. It was already very difficult to avoid a rotten egg, but it was impossible to dodge the sudden cabbage and radish thrown at him.

Even if a classmate came back to his senses and helped him block one or two, he was still hit a lot in the end.

The few people who rushed out suddenly were still dissatisfied when they saw this, and pointed at Song Zhulan's nose and cursed: "It's really cheap for you to throw some eggs and vegetables today!"

"Inferior entertainers, begging for nothing to stay in the entertainment circle, if you don't leave, we will send you away!"

"Look, uncles and aunts, he is the one who fights, drinks and plays games, and harms his peers. Don't let your children mix with this kind of person."

They looked at Song Zhulan proudly.There was a leaf on the boy's head, and the school uniform was dyed with the juice of various vegetables, which made him look ridiculous.

But he ignored the growing anger in Song Zhulan's eyes.

The smile on Song Zhulan's face couldn't be maintained at all, the usual gentle and amiable look disappeared in an instant, replaced by a huge sense of coercion, which made people breathless.

The classmates around him couldn't help but backed away a little.

Song Zhulan was completely angry.

Since he wore the book, this was the second time he was smashed with something like this.

The last time he was smashed with rotten eggs in the banquet hall, he still kept it secret and did not pursue it for the time being.but now……

Song Zhulan glanced down coldly, seeing the fresh vegetable leaves scattered on the ground, his heart became even more angry.

Blatantly wasting food, or using it to attack others, in the last days of his life, it will be included in the criminal law!

He slowly raised his eyes and saw the appearance of the five attackers.

He is not very old, that is, the appearance of a middle school student. After he glanced at it, he backed away a little timidly.

Song Zhulan will not take the initiative to make enemies with others, and there are not many people who can ambush him at the gate of his school who hate him so much.

"You... what are you looking at!" A girl shouted sternly.

"Get out of the entertainment industry quickly, or there will be another time!"

Song Zhulan only gave a soft "hmm".

The familiar "get out of the entertainment circle", including the mutilated colleagues just mentioned, the two words reminded him of a person directly.

He sneered and said, "Do you think that Rong Lin will be able to take over if I leave the entertainment industry?"

"Of course! Lin Lin is so good, if it wasn't for your virtue..."

Halfway through the speech, the girl was suddenly covered by her companion.

Her companion hastily added: "We are not anyone's fans! It's just that we can't get used to it! Don't push everything on others!"

Song Zhulan ignored their lies, turned around and looked at the guard who hurried out from the security room.

"These people are disturbing public order. What do you think we should do now? They have also damaged my reputation. I am going to report to the police."

Hearing the word "call the police", several people's faces turned pale.

"how dare you!"

"You're talking nonsense. We just threw something away. You weren't injured. Even if you call the police, they won't do anything to us!"

"Yes, we are still minors!"

"Really?" Song Zhulan glanced over, his eyes were pale, like the light reflected from the blade of a knife.

He leaned forward slowly, and whispered in the leader's ear: "It doesn't matter if you are underage, your idol is already an adult."

"According to the civil law, as an idol, he is obliged to guide and manage his fan base to avoid vicious/incidents from happening. As his fans, if you do such a thing at the school gate, is it considered vicious/incident?"

"But...but..."

"There's nothing wrong with it," Song Zhulan said softly, "Someone has to be responsible for your actions. Since you are underage, let Rong Lin come."

"Let's take a guess. In the end, who will never be able to appear in the entertainment industry again?"

The fan was dying: "You have no evidence, you can't prove who we are fans!"

Song Zhulan narrowed his eyes slightly, and pointed to the surveillance at the school gate: "Don't worry, those who have done something wrong will not be able to escape."

The fans raised their heads in horror, meeting Song Zhulan's eyes.

The boy's eyes were icy cold, but his voice was very soft and slow, like a whisper from the abyss.

She belatedly realized that she seemed to have offended someone she shouldn't have offended.

Before she could say anything, she was dragged aside by the school security.

Song Zhulan walked two steps forward on crutches, and bowed with difficulty to the parents next to him.

"Uncles and aunts, because of personal matters, it has affected your pick-up and drop-off of your children, and I apologize for the inconvenience caused to you. I will contact my contact person to clean it up in a few days, and I will avoid bringing such disputes to the campus in the future .”

The young man's tone was sincere, his expression sincere, and the tiredness that could not be concealed made people feel distressed.

The parents who were picking up their children at the school gate were taken aback by the sudden attack from the fans, and were originally dissatisfied with both parties.But Song Zhulan had such a good attitude, he couldn't bear to be angry with him.

What's more, he is completely a victim, and there is no reason to blame the victim.

A parent approached Song Zhulan kindly and handed a few pieces of paper: "Son, wipe it off quickly, you are right, you are not to blame for this."

"Thank you, Auntie." The boy raised his clear eyes.

"You're welcome, my daughter-in-law always mentioned you to me." The parent said kindly, "I also have to thank you for teaching her math all the time. She has gotten better at math in the past two months, and she has made great progress in math. It's all thanks to you."

No wonder he was the first to speak up for him.

Song Zhulan thought to himself.The college entrance examination is approaching, and parents are most concerned about their children's health and grades. If anyone can help their children, they will definitely be the first to thank them. It is also a pity for parents all over the world.

This mother set a precedent, and other parents became more gentle towards Song Zhulan, telling him to study hard and not to take this matter to heart.

Some people looked at the rioting fans who were escorted away by the police and sighed: "A good student, who didn't do the right thing at his age, really..."

"I heard that this was instigated by their idol. It seems to be called Rong Lin."

"A little niece of my family likes Rong Lin so much that she likes her so much, she secretly spent tens of thousands of her mother's money. As a result, the celebrity didn't say anything when she knew about it, and even called on fans to continue spending money."

"This is too disqualified!"

Fans who caused trouble were escorted into a police car, and listening to the parents talking about each other, their hearts felt like needles.

She looked at Song Zhulan who was surrounded by a group of parents who cared and comforted him, and when she thought about the words encouraging him on the Internet, she suddenly became jealous.

Obviously a few days ago, he was still a low-quality artist who was insulted by the whole network, and his idol Rong Lin was loved by a group of people.

How...how did it become like this!

Song Zhulan felt the venomous gaze, but didn't give her another look.

He still has a long way to go, and he will not stop because of anyone.

There was one thing Song Zhulan didn't expect in advance.

In the evening of that day, Rong Lin, whose face was full of tears, was detained by his manager and appeared outside his ward.