Mr. He, please respect yourself

"It's not the boss, trust me, I really deliver food."

The delivery man wailed, and explained while struggling, "I accidentally delivered an extra delivery to this customer just now, and I wanted to come back, but I didn't dare to knock on the door directly... I accidentally found that the window could see inside, so I I want to see if the person inside has eaten the takeaway. If he hasn’t eaten, I’ll ask him to return it to me so that I don’t have to pay for another one... But I’ve just stood here, and you suddenly yelled at me , I was frightened and ran away because I couldn't react..."

He Chumo was dubious, but hearing what the food delivery said, it seemed to be true. He Chumo glanced inside the room, then stared at the delivery man suspiciously, and said after a while: "Let me just believe you Once, if I see you again next time, I will send you directly to the police station. Also, if there are too many meals, I will send more, don’t ask him for it, how much I will give it to you. "

With that said, he took out his wallet and took out one, handed it to the delivery man, "give me your contact information."

The delivery man had just received the money, and when he heard He Chumo say to leave his mobile phone number, he obviously panicked again. The petty citizen's fear was fully revealed, and he opened his mouth, "Boss, don't complain to me. It's all for nothing."

"I didn't intend to complain to you." He Chumo said with a cold face, "Leave a number, just in case,

If you don't want to give it, follow me to the police station. "

The delivery man licked his lips, murmured 'give it' in his mouth, and then reported a mobile phone number. After He Chumo dialed the number, the delivery staff's mobile phone rang.

He Chumo took the delivery man's mobile phone, glanced at it, and returned the mobile phone to him, "Let's go."

The delivery man obediently took the mobile phone, carried the delivery box on his back, and walked away quickly.

He Chumo looked at the bright yellow figure, the neighborhood is so big, it's actually walking to deliver food.

He Chumo didn't pay much attention, turned around and went back to the house.

The living room was brightly lit. He Chumo looked around, but he couldn't see Song Zicheng. He turned around and walked to the kitchen. He still didn't see Song Zicheng. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the small green button of the thermos pot was still on. He Chumo opened the lid of the pot. The porridge made by my aunt was heating up in the thermos pot, and she turned to the trash can. Inside was the takeaway box that Song Zicheng had just finished eating.

I still eat takeaway when I have a stomach problem.

He Chumo was restless, took out the porridge from the thermos pot, and poured it all down.

the next day.

Song Zicheng finished class and went straight to Li Yaoxu's dormitory.

Li Yaoxu's family not only has a mine, but also has a big backer. The single dormitory where the school lives is opened up from the upper and lower floors, and transformed into a duplex. Expensive and expensive, everywhere exudes the atmosphere of trenches.Every time I come here, I feel envious of Song Zicheng.

Ding Shao, the son of Li's family, combined the main family and the side branch, there are only two grandchildren, Li Zhihui and Li Yaoxu, and of course Mr. Li holds it in his palm.Especially Li Yaoxu, this boy is soft and thin, with an introverted personality. network, and send the best to the little grandson.No, when his cousin was renting a house and feeling the bitterness of the world, this kid got a duplex suite at the school.

Song Zicheng once wondered whether Li Zhihui was his own.

"Yaozi, are you up yet?"

Song Zicheng rang the doorbell, waited for a long time but did not see Li Yaoxu coming to open the door, so he knocked vigorously on the door.

"Good grandson, wait a minute." Li Yaoxu's voice came from the room, and after a while, the kid finally came out, and lazily opened the door, "I just got dressed."

Song Zicheng got angry, looked at Li Yaoxu who was wearing a chicken nest head, and handed over the freshly packaged soup powder, "I asked for leave for you in the first class, you remember to make up a note."

"That's right." Li Yaoxu became energetic when he saw that there was something to eat, hugged Song Zicheng to act coquettishly, then dragged him to the study and stuffed him with a brochure.

"What is this?" Song Zicheng looked over and asked.

"Tai Ding came up with the competition rules." Li Yaoxu took a big mouthful of noodles, his cheeks puffed up, "Look at it first."

The booklet is not thick, just a few thin pages.

Taiding Media, Song Zicheng heard from his father that this company was formerly called Ascendant Entertainment, and the contacts and resources accumulated over the years are top-notch in the industry, and the stars in the company are almost all top-notch and powerful. But the old ones are big names, and the new ones are not enough.In order to break this situation, Flying Bird Entertainment invested in a big production with over one billion yuan in the way of old people bringing in new ones. Unexpectedly, not long after it was launched, the largest investor suddenly withdrew its capital, and the capital chain suddenly broke. Pit, without the knowledge of the board of directors, the funds on the book were transferred, which caused the company's overall capital flow problems to continue, and almost declared bankruptcy.

Half a year ago, Bird Entertainment was acquired and taken over, the board of directors was reshuffled, and the company name was also changed. It turned into a sweet pastry. On the day when Trident Media reopened, it became a big hit in the stock market.

The old man was very interested in the person in charge of this company, and after inquiring about it, he found that the boss behind it had re-established the company under the name of another legal person, and it was the real Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Song Zicheng turned to one of the pages, "This Taiding Media, in order to promote a few new artists, even held a competition. It's really rich."

"Many people with money are stupid, we ordinary people don't understand the world of the rich."

Song Zicheng took a look at Li Yaoxu, an ordinary man, and when he finished chewing his noodles, he would look at the game program he had initially finalized.

In a word, I just don't understand.

Li Yaoxu laughed at him, and handed him a few small posters, "You don't need to worry about the game's construction, Young Master Song, you just need to draw the characters carefully, come on, the eight artists mentioned in the brochure, tall, short, fat, and thin, are all here. "

Song Zicheng took it, and was stunned when he saw the first poster on the cover.

Oh, really... just such a bloody coincidence.

Song Zicheng fixed his eyes on the people in the pictorial, his face was cloudy and unpredictable.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that his expression was wrong, Li Yaoxu also followed his gaze to look at the person in the pictorial, and said, "Did you fancy this little boy?"

Song Zicheng ignored him.

"No way, brother dei, are you really into him?" Li Yaoxu exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of vision do you have, no matter how bad you are, you can still choose my brother, it's a hundred times better than this bastard."

"Let's go." Song Zicheng glared at him, "I was kicked in the head by a donkey, why would I fall in love with this radish at first sight?"

"Tsk, it's bad enough." Li Yaoxu smiled, "What is that? Killing the father and enemy or taking the hatred of the wife. If you say a word, Young Master Song, I will immediately blackmail this grandson."