I have been a royal these years

01

Holding a plate of food and a pair of chopsticks, I ran away and came to the beach.

The entire beach belongs to the hotel, and the hotel is booked by Mr. Meng today, so there is no one on the beach.

Although there is no one there, Kewanghai Cafe is still open for business as usual.The store is small, with floor-to-ceiling glass on all sides, and inside there are irregularly designed white tables and chairs. On each table, a thick round scented candle is lit, as if welcoming guests.

Even though there is no one there tonight, you still have to behave in such a romantic way.On the bright side, this boss lives a well-regulated life, and he is a principled and prudent person.If you think about it in a bad way, it is a waste of material resources and a waste of oxygen in the air.

Of course, I'm not the best barber, and I won't go in and argue with that boss about this matter.Right now, I just want to finish this dinner in silence.

I sat on the beach chair and looked at the sea. Candlelight and Rococo-style street lights came from behind me obliquely, illuminating the darkened sea with a clear yellow light.Like Pole Cuttlefish Whole Wheat Mango Butter Bread.

I can imagine nature as food, which shows how long I have been hungry.

I looked at the sea and felt the sea breeze.Obviously eating expensive food and enjoying Versailles-level treatment, but eating the sad feeling of a beggar on the street.

Can't even finish a meal at the table, can you not feel sad?

Sure enough, as much salary and benefits as you get, you have to bear as much inhuman suffering.

If that Mr. Meng sees me like this, maybe he will add a note to the security guards in the future, and idols who are not idol-conscious will not be allowed to enter his venue.

I'm probably born rebellious, and I don't have idol self-consciousness, it's not a day or two.But no matter how much I lose the face of the idol group, my throne will not fall down.

This time I had dinner with the mysterious Mr. Meng, probably because the company wanted to get better resources for our group, so it was willing to temporarily reject the tens of millions worth of advertising endorsements.And to fight for better resources for our combination, rounding up equals to fight for better resources for me.

I was hoping that if I sneaked out and didn't have this meal with that Mr. Meng, the throne would fall this time.

But if the throne fell so easily, I wouldn't still be bearing the title of Trash Iron Emperor.

It's really strange, why can't I get rid of the crown on my head?The throne under my ass, why doesn't it fall down?

This question has puzzled me for a long time.

I still don't understand why the company promoted me to be the royal family.

Rumor has it that the chairman of the company has a crush on me.

Rumors on Weibo.

As soon as I imagined the appearance of that old Dong who always speaks a combination of Mandarin, Cantonese and English, smoked cigars and spit at meetings, and then imagined that he had a crush on me, I was a little... no, I was very scared.

I would rather not be an emperor in this life.

02

I became an emperor, probably because my family is well-off.Without a solid family background, it is even difficult to enter the entertainment industry.

However, there are many people in the entertainment industry who are richer than me, and I have never seen anyone who is as rich as I am.

There is a king among emperors, and it is not an exaggeration to be called "the king among emperors" in the entertainment industry.On the matter of the emperor, invincibility makes me lonely.

Then I thought, maybe the interests are related, the background is related.

Before my father retired, he was the leader of a certain TV station. Although I have never revealed my identity, who knows if my father has opened up a relationship for his precious son?

I have asked my father more than once, is it because he has contacted people in the circle that people in the circle will give me face like this, and give me face as if I don't need money?

My dad was always in denial.He said that after he retired, he was busy giving rewards to the female anchor every day, and was busy making quick hands and Douyin. How could he have time to care about my crap?I mess around, he doesn't care at all.

I do not believe.I figured he must have connected me.

He kept denying, denying, denying until he wanted to hit me with a slipper to prove his innocence.

In order to prevent him from beating me with slippers, I temporarily believed that he was innocent.But this belief was short-lived.I'm still sure I'm royalty, it's my father.

No benefit to the company, the company can make me a scrap of iron as a royal family?Unless the company wants to test its own economic strength.

03

Thinking about the matter of me jumping between the Iron Emperor and the Iron Scrap, before I knew it, I ate half of the food on the plate.After being strictly controlled by the broker, the stomach became smaller.After eating half a plate of food, I was a little full.

I was struggling with how to go back now, with half a plate of food back?Put down half a plate of food and go back empty-handed?Go back after eating?

Thinking about it, a man's voice sounded in my ear: "Sir, do you need tissues?"

I turned my head and saw a tall and handsome man standing beside me, holding a square tissue in his hand and handing it to me.

My eyes were immediately attracted by the man's clothes.His coat was a modified tunic with tiny golden dragon patterns embroidered on the neckline.This kind of clothes can't be handled by ordinary people, and if someone who is a little rustic wears them, he will look like a rich man with no taste.The man is well dressed, and his skeleton can show the temperament of this dress.

Planted grass.Another day I will search for one to wear.

I didn't take his paper, and moved my gaze upwards, and under the dim light, I took a closer look at the man's face.

He is very young.Besides being young, he struck me as familiar.

My eyes widened and opened again.Too surprised, and he hesitated: "You...you are, Shao Qing?"

He laughed: "Remember me, big star?"

I smiled embarrassedly.The title of big star, when a stranger calls it like this, I take it as a joke, and pass it with a smile.When an acquaintance shouted that, I was really embarrassed.

What kind of star am I?

04

The man I met when I was a teenager happened to be named Shao Huang.I forgot the last name.

He was my middle school classmate in Los Angeles. From junior high school to high school, he was at the same table for three years and in the same class for six years.

He once told me that he was a poor boy, and his family went bankrupt and asked him to study in Los Angeles.

At that time, I secretly said in my heart: what a great family.

It's just that he was forced to go abroad to study in a noble pheasant middle school after he lost his fortune. Among the greatness, his brain is not very good.

"Why are you here?" I asked him.

He glanced at the coffee shop behind him, smiled and said nothing.

"You opened this store." I lowered my head and smiled, "I've become a big boss, and my life is better than mine."

"You're making fun of me." Shao Qing said.

"I'm serious. My previous dream was to open a coffee shop and be my own boss. Occasionally play guitar and sing in the shop."

"I remember," he said.

"what?"

He didn't continue the conversation.Ask me: "It's windy here at night, do you want to go in and sit down and eat?"

I looked down at the half plate of food still in my hand, hesitating to answer "OK" or "Forget it".

Suddenly, I realized a serious problem.

I have to go have dinner with Mr. Meng!What the hell am I hesitating about?

I hurriedly stood up, holding the plate of food with one hand, and took out my phone with the other: "I have urgent matters for now, so I won't sit down. Let's leave a contact information and have dinner together another day. What's your phone number?"

He took my phone and entered his number.

After saving his mobile phone number, I put the phone back in my pocket: "Then I'm leaving first, and I will contact you another day."

He still smiled, without changing the arc of his facial expression: "Okay, I'll wait for your call."

I waved my hand and trotted away.

Halfway through the run, I ran into Katai who came out to look for me.

Jiatai asked me: "Why did you come out for so long? Fortunately, Mr. Meng hasn't come yet, so hurry back."

I explained, "Now is the time to go back."

Jiatai took the plate of cold vegetables in my hand and put it on the stone fence beside him: "Don't take this back, it won't look good if you happen to meet Mr. Meng later." He has always been considerate, Know the little red tape.

I said "okay, got it".

After walking a few steps with him, I turned around and saw Shao Guang still standing by the sea.It was so dark that he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Do you know that person?" Gatai asked beside me.

I replied: "A former classmate."