My boss is my fan [Transmigration Book]

Yu Shujin said in a deep voice, "Then what do you mean, you don't want to cooperate with me?"

Shen Zecheng just felt speechless: "I never thought about it, thank you. If there is nothing else, I will go first." It's so cold!

"Wait, it doesn't matter if you get more information?" It was cold, and he came out to find someone in the middle of the night, but he couldn't ask for cooperation. On the contrary, he was guessed right. Of course, Yu Shujin's face was not much better. go.

After hearing this, Shen Zecheng stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at Yu Shujin, and asked with an unkind expression, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting." Yu Shujin smiled, "It's just a coincidence that I have some evidence related to you in my hand, which may have a further impact on your image..."

"Do you threaten me?"

"How could it be? It's just that these evidences can just prove that you and Wen Yumang have a bad relationship, and you even participated in that show just to win Wen Yumang, and you even hired someone to write it."

Shen Zecheng almost laughed out of anger: "Do you know that I really hate others threatening me?"

"Of course I know a thing or two about Young Master Shen's temper."

"Then you still dare to provoke me?" No, this person is sick, right? ? ? "If you like to blow up, go for it, it's annoying, anyway, I have too many lice and I don't mind biting!" After speaking, Shen Zecheng walked away, not caring about Yu Shujin's reaction.

Yu Shujin stood alone beside the green isolation belt of the community. After a long time, he kicked the bushes in the isolation belt, turned and left.

****

"Oh, that's right, Mangmang." Breakfast time was when the Wen family got together as usual. Wen Yumang was called over by Wen's mother just after washing up, "When you sent Dacheng away last night , didn't you find anything strange?"

"No, Mom, what's the matter?"

"Oh, you don't know that Uncle Fan, the uncle who came to our house before, the director you filmed his movie, got up early this morning and found that there was a gap in the middle of the protective forest in the backyard of their house this morning. A big chunk!"

"Really? So what's going on?"

"Of course it's true! I don't know! It hasn't been found out yet. Your Uncle Fan said that he will call the security guard over after breakfast to investigate and investigate. We must find out which unscrupulous product made it! Anyway Your Uncle Fan said you didn’t have it yesterday, but it suddenly appeared this morning, so someone must have done something there last night!”

"Really? I really didn't pay attention to this." Wen Yumang responded casually, thoughtful.

"It's okay, it's okay, mom just asked casually, after all, no one can be there exactly when you go out, don't you think so?"

Wen Yumang nodded: "That's right."

After breakfast, Wen Yumang thought for a long time with his mobile phone, and decided to call Shen Zecheng to ask, just picked up the mobile phone, unexpectedly, Shen Zecheng called himself.

A confident roar came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, grandson, I'm your grandpa!"

Wen Yumang calmly moved the phone away by 50 centimeters: "Speak well."

"Why? You told me to talk properly, and I'm going to talk properly? Then, wouldn't I lose face!"

"Then I'll let it out. If my parents know that they like Dacheng so much... Oh, three, two, one..."

"Stop stop! Forget it. I'm here because I have something to talk about." Hearing this movement, Shen Zecheng seemed to have found a quiet place, "I want to say, that Yu Shujin, you know, he It's not a good thing, you stay away from him, he has a problem with his mind."

"Thank you, but in fact, your mind is not normal, do you have the position to say this?" Wen Yumang chuckled.

The voice on the other side suddenly raised an octave: "Damn, I'm so kind, I came here to remind you, why are you so ignorant of good and bad, and still scolding me?"

Wen Yumang apologized perfunctorily, and said, "Why are you so angry? Didn't I say thank you? So how did you know?"

"He came to see me."

"Last night?" Wen Yumang felt that he might have guessed something.

"How do you know?" Shen Zecheng was startled, he was caught out, and it was too late to react, "No, no, no, no! I'm talking nonsense!"

Wen Yumang got the answer he wanted, and calmly said: "Okay, okay, don't be nervous, I'm just guessing."

"Anyway, just pay attention to him, he just hates you." After Shen Zecheng told him, his mouth became mean again, and he suddenly wanted to mock Wen Yumang, "Look at you, do you have a bad character? Why are you so so How can you offend someone? They have no relationship with you, yet they can hate you so much! Quickly reflect on yourself!"

Wen Yumang didn't know what expression to make, so he teased Shen Zecheng casually: "When you're hilarious, think about yourself first, and I'll give you the same words. Also, help me and just say it, why are you making such a big detour?"

Shen Zecheng got stuck on the other end of the phone, and after muttering for a long time, he finally managed to say: "You think I want to help you? I want you to owe me a favor."

"Go, go, go."

"Anyway, if you remember, I still hate you, very much."

"Good good."

"I figured it out. Anyway, there's nothing to do in the entertainment industry. I want money and time. What's the point of messing around with you bastards? I'm gone."

Wen Yumang asked: "What do you mean? You are no longer in the entertainment circle? Don't you stop acting and singing in the future?"

"Don't pretend you don't know! That bad middleman sold me out, and my reputation has been ruined. Why should I stay?"

"Then what are you going to do? Do you have any plans for the future?"

"I thought about it last night. In fact, I don't like filming at all, and I don't like singing, let alone making music. These are all fools. It's just you guys who like to pretend Only those who are forced to engage in this kind of talent design, ha ha."

"It's not a human design." Wen Yumang reminded her intimately online.

"Come on, you can say whatever you want. Anyway, I'm just an ordinary person. I like to eat, drink, and have fun. Maybe when I get old, I will take over my dad's company. What kind of artistic creation, what kind of film history is famous? I'm fine."

Wen Yumang was listening on the other end of the phone, and while listening, he couldn't help but think of his previous life.

In the previous life, I was born as a child star, because Fan Hengfeng happened to see him during their family's New Year greetings during the Chinese New Year, so I was able to act in many movies since I was a child, not Shen Zecheng.

Later, Wen Yumang reported to the Academy of Film and Television, and Shen Zecheng and the others somehow insisted on following, but in his last life, Shen Zecheng did not act or be a producer.

But now, in this book, just because of the author's setting, in order to satisfy his own selfish desires, the author portrays Shen Zecheng as a complete stranger.

A person who has been given orders.

A clockwork machine.

If a person is wiped out of his expectations and ideals, he may be as confused as Shen Zecheng is today.

Your goals are set by others, and your experience is written by others.When your gains, joys, losses, and sorrows are all buttons that others have placed early, when all your emotional changes, laughter and tears, to others, may be just a short sentence on paper.What's the point of such a life?

Wen Yumang sometimes secretly feels lucky—fortunately, at least from the very beginning, it was very clear that this is a world in a fan novel; but now he feels a little melancholy—even if it is a world in a novel, every part of the novel Individuals still have their own stories to happen every day, and their own paths to walk every day.

The sun in this world will still rise in the east and set in the west, and every day will still be like this.

And who can really clearly know what kind of world they are in?

Of course, Wen Yumang couldn't think for too long, because the person on the other side of the phone was obviously very impatient.

"Hello? Hello? Wen Yumang! My uncle is on the phone, what are you doing over there? I asked you a question, why didn't you answer me? Wait a minute, are you kidding me? ?Wen Yumang! Tell me! Are you still on the phone? Wen Yumang!!! Answer when you hear it! Hello? You haven’t left yet, have you? Hello? Hello?”

"I'm here." Thinking back, Wen Yumang rubbed his almost deafened ears, and threatened without the slightest guilt, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Be careful that my mother can hear you."

"Don't talk about your aunt! Besides, they all like you anyway! My parents, your parents, and the elders in this yard, who doesn't like you? After a while, it's like As soon as the news about Shujin's revelation came out, the relationship between the two of us would be brought to the surface, and let me tell you, you can no longer use this excuse to threaten me!"

"Yu Shujin?" Wen Yumang caught the key words sensitively, "Why is it him again? So he failed to ask you for cooperation, and threatened you instead?"

"No, no, no... Wait, stop, stop! Damn, I'm not being miserable! I'm going to go abroad soon, Ma De, I'm leaving tomorrow!"

Wen Yumang knows how to talk to Shen Zecheng too well: "I know, you are the most upright, you are the most righteous and great, you never sell misery, you would rather die than surrender, and you can't go to the line of fire with minor injuries! So, I would like to ask this brave and fearless classmate Shen Zecheng , can you stop talking loudly? I’m leaving tomorrow. Have you prepared your things for going abroad? Has the hotel been arranged? Have you discussed with your parents? Leave as soon as you want ?”

"...What does it matter to you? You don't need to worry about these things, do you think you are my mother? Don't worry about me!"

"Is it true that your reading comprehension ability is negative? Do I mean that I want to control you? What I mean is that your excuse for going abroad tomorrow is unrealistic. Don't make excuses. Open your eyes and see the world , face the blast, boy!"

The author has something to say:

One person's loneliness, two people's fault!

Self-healing mode has been turned on!