First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

Song Jianchu fell asleep in less than 10 minutes when the trending search hit the list.He buried his face in the quilt, grabbed the vibrating mobile phone and stuck it to his ear.

"To die?"

There was a pause on the phone: "Did it wake you up?"

Song Jianchu took a long breath and didn't make a sound.

Yin Chi tried his best to inform with a heavy tone: "Don't sleep, get up quickly, your company is bankrupt."

Song Jianchu didn't even move his eyelids: "None of my business."

Not getting the expected reaction, Yin Chi was stunned for a moment: "Won't you also lose if the SUK Group goes bankrupt? Isn't the shares left to you by your father and grandfather quite a lot?"

"sold."

"No wonder... when? You are quite prescient." Yin Chi asked with a smile, "Sell it to your second uncle? How much?"

"Billions, forget it."

Yin Chi was silent for a moment.

"Boss."

Yin Chi's tone was more respectful.

"Look, has my brother treated you well for so many years? Do you lack a son who can log in at any time?"

"I'm short of a son who can be beaten into a brain at any time."

Song Jianchu became impatient: "Is there anything else?"

"Well, if you can inherit tens of billions of inheritance, it's not impossible to be beaten by love..."

Before Yin Chi's sincere father called out, his father hung up the phone.

Suffering from severe insomnia last night and being woken up by a phone call, Song Jianchu fell into a dark sleep and didn't wake up until almost noon.With his hair curled up in a mess, he squinted his eyes and checked Weibo casually.

Obviously it was the SUK Group that declared bankruptcy, but [Song Jianchu Bankruptcy] exploded at the top of the list.

Looking around, the whole network is celebrating together.

Song Jianchu is not a celebrity, but he has more traffic than a celebrity.

As a phenomenon-level topical Internet celebrity with 5000 million Weibo fans, Song Jianchu was first searched for because he was admitted to a world-renowned school at the age of 16.After studying well, he has an angelic face. At that time, netizens praised this excellent younger brother to the sky.

When studying in country A, Song Jianchu began to share his daily life of studying abroad on Weibo and became a vloger.

The style of vlog is quite different from what netizens expected.

In Song Jianchu's private life, there is no content related to learning and inspiration.

Luxury cars, yachts, and private jets are as common as shared bicycles on the roadside. Extravagant parties every three days are beyond imagination. Some Saudi princes will say that they really know how to do money-worshiping performance art.

Originally supposed to be an inspirational character set that everyone is looking for, Song Jianchu took a slanted lead because he was always in the hot search for showing off his wealth.

After a long time, netizens have also gotten used to the King character design of this kid BKing, and they are a little bit on top, and the vlog keeps scolding him even more fiercely, jokingly calling him "the younger brother of the devil king".

That night, Song Jianchu's Weibo gained millions of followers.

They all came to watch the bankruptcy of Weibo's richest man.

There are so many comments on the latest vlog that it explodes.

[God has eyes! ! !Show off the rich dog finally went bankrupt!This is the trending search that makes me feel most comfortable this year! 】

【It was so sudden, I hope the brother of the devil king is all right (firecrackers)】

[So in the future, the vlog of the richest man on Weibo will become a daily routine of bankruptcy and selling?Hundreds of millions of expectations~]

[You are almost done, Song Jianchu just likes to pretend?They never accept promotions, and they didn't rely on you to earn a penny. Instead, you prostitute his videos for nothing every day, and keep your morals and be yourself. 】

Song Jianchu lazily lowered his eyelids, and calmly reviewed the comments.It wasn't the first day he became an Internet celebrity. He had never seen such a big storm, and he was used to being pushed to the forefront.

But when he saw a comment about building a tall building, he still laughed angrily.

【Ah, I don't have to worry about this kid getting my male god blackmailed anymore, I can breathe a sigh of relief for Mu Yaoxie. 】

[Are you seriously ill?Don't say anything and take Mu Ye with you, okay?Song Jianchu has never publicly stated that he is a fan of Mu Ye, and we don't admit it! 】

[Yeah Song Jianchu is not a fan of Mu Ye, but the first person to follow after opening his Weibo account is Mu Ye. He spent 1000 million to take pictures of Mu Ye's debut stage guitar. He is always in the front row of the concert :)]

[The number one cancer fanatic. 】

[Hehe, if Song Jianchu succeeds in chasing stars, I will live broadcast on the Bund wearing thongs and ascending to heaven in a handstand spiral. 】

Song Jianchu sneered.

The big devil never cuts the number of netizens, so Song Jianchu replied to the buddy who was about to ascend to heaven: [Screenshot, private address, I will buy the props for you first. 】

Song Jianchu gave a thumbs up to Xuan, the bankruptcy officer of SUK Group, and put down his phone to take a shower regardless of the confusion caused by this operation.

He didn't feel well in the shower, his head seemed to be stuffed with absorbent cotton.

Sticky and heavy.

After rushing hastily, Song Jianchu immediately came out and put on a thick sweater, and asked the driver to drive him to the hospital.

When I got the doctor's medical certificate, my second uncle's cousin called and gritted his teeth: "Song Jianchu, what do you mean by like?"

Song Jianchu sat in the hospital corridor, looked down at the medical certificate with complicated vocabulary in his hand, and said softly, "Haven't been on the Internet? Do you want me to explain the like function to you?"

"No wonder you agreed so happily when you transferred the shares, and then turned around and invested in the other party. I think you really want to bring down SUK!" The voice on the other side exploded with anger.

Song Jianchu said lazily: "Didn't your father cry and beg me to give him the shares? Now you blame me for being too talkative?"

The company is still waiting for the big capital turnover in this person's hands, Song Yan swallowed the swear words, and said calmly as much as possible: "Okay, even if we made a mistake in making a decision, but the SUK Group started from scratch, since you have taken the inheritance from the grandfather , it should be the responsibility of the old man to guard the family business, right?"

"But the old man said on his deathbed that life is too short, let me be happy, and live as I want."

"This is the basic conscience of being a human being!" Song Yan couldn't bear it anymore: "I'm still looking into Grandpa's will. I don't believe that the old man is blind and would favor a waste like you who only chases stars!"

Song Jianchu's tone was loose: "Maybe grandpa is also a face controler. Among so many grandchildren, I'll let him look good."

Song Yan wanted to hit him.

Song Yan choked for a while: "You white-eyed wolf! When your parents passed away, who took you in?"

"Don't talk about feelings with me, talk about money."

Song Jianchu's tone became cold.

"Before the age of 16, I only knew that my parents' legacy was 'placed' in the hands of my second uncle. But no one told me that this legacy includes cash, real estate and stock funds, with a total asset of 32 billion. Eight million."

"..."

"Let's not talk about the interest on bank deposits. In the past nine years, the profit of the fund stock alone has reached more than 8000 million, and the rental income of real estate is even more, but the second uncle didn't mention a word when he handed over the inheritance. Speaking of which, after deducting this You spent nine years on my tuition and living expenses, and you owe me the rest."

"..."

"Since we want to talk, let's talk about how to pay back the money after you go bankrupt."

Song Yan became angry from embarrassment: "My father should have thrown you into the orphanage back then, you cold-blooded monster..."

"Correct."

Song Jianchu interrupted indifferently: "I'm selfish and cold-blooded. As long as I'm still alive, you don't want to take a penny from me for nothing."

Song Jianchu hung up the phone, making the person on the other side tear up in anger.

He crumpled up the medical certificate in his hand and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Just now Song Jianchu felt bored, so he took off his mask.A few ladies waiting in the distance stared at him cautiously for a long time, secretly taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Maybe it was after seeing the trending search and seeing someone in the hospital, those eyes were not only surprised and excited, but also sympathetic.

Song Jianchu put on the mask and pulled down the hood of the sweater.

Forgetting the doctor's suggestion to contact his family members to go through the admission procedures, he sent Yin Chi a WeChat message.

[See Chu Song: Come out, Dad invites you to spend. 】

At night, a famous members-only bar in Beijing.

It is said that there are often celebrities and bigwigs here, and many people try their best to come in and sit for a while. Some artists who want to be high also like to come here to obtain resources.

There are more customers tonight, and famous draft singers are invited to sing.

At the end of the song, Yin Chi whistled to the beautiful singer on stage. The other party glanced at him, recognized the famous entertainment prince, and gave him a flirtatious smile.

"Brother, I think I'm lucky again tonight." Yin Chi returned a gentleman's smile and asked the waiter to bring the female singer a glass of wine.

Song Jianchu held his face on the bar counter with one hand, covered his head with the hood of the sweater, and wrote something casually on a piece of facial tissue.

"Congratulations, you're going to be scammed again."

"How can it be called cheating?" Yin Chi raised his eyebrows: "Both parties are willing, and what they give is rewarded. This is at best called what they need."

Song Jianchu: "If you support me, I will support you. Don't try to beautify yourself, I won't praise you."

Yin Chi: "You little virgin, you don't know what to do. The happiness of adults is found on the bed."

Song Jianchu: "."

Yin Chi turned his head to look at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and approached him, and pushed the phone to his eyes: "Little friend, you have grown up too, it is necessary for my brother to popularize the fun of adults to you."

Song Jianchu immediately grabbed the tissue into his palm, frowned in disgust: "What are you doing..."

Soon there was no sound.

On the screen of the phone is a photo taken at the concert, the man's facial features are three-dimensional and clear, it's just a random moment captured, it's so good to see that it makes the heart beat faster.

Song Jianchu unconsciously stared at the phone screen.

Yin Chi expanded the face on the photo with two fingers, and lowered his voice ambiguously: "Imagine, you male god, lying on your bed, obeying you, calling in your ear... Lord Jinzhu."

Stand still for two seconds.

Song Jianchu blushed and tilted his head: "What else is in your mind other than yellow waste?"

"How is it?" Yin Chi took the phone away, and laughed wildly: "Wouldn't the effect be more exciting if you substitute the national monster?"

"roll."

"Hey, brother." Yin Chi put his shoulder on his shoulder: "You are also an adult, buddy gave you a coming-of-age gift?"

Song Jianchu rolled his eyes: "Mu Ye is not that kind of person, don't compare him with those celebrities you keep."

Yin Chi smiled: "Have you talked to him?"

Song Jianchu: "..."

Although it seems that people all over the country know that Song Jianchu is a fan of Mu Ye, but he has never succeeded in chasing stars.

Mostly loyal fans.

Be as low-key as possible.

Song Jianchu knew his influence on the Internet, and it didn't matter if he was hacked, but he didn't want to influence others.

Especially Mu Ye.

He didn't want to be led by black fans. Although he followed Mu Ye's Weibo, he always cut his account when he liked Mu Ye.

"Let me tell you this." The entertainment company run by Yin Chi's family is a leading company in the mainland, and he still has a say in the entertainment industry: "In this industry, regardless of men or women, especially these popular ones, basically everyone behind the scenes They all have financial backers. The rules of the game in the entertainment industry are crueler than you imagine, those who look clean are all backed by powerful capital."

"Oh."

This sound was a little obedient, and Yin Chi was stunned.

He turned his head to look at the kid next to him who had just turned eighteen.

It has to be said that this kid's ability to become a super Internet celebrity does not depend entirely on the personality of the big devil.

Song Jianchu is indeed much better-looking than those fresh meat stars.

The double eyelid folds of boys are very shallow, and the eyelashes are thicker than many girls.The lights of the nightclub were gorgeous, and the orange light hit the boy's straight nose, making his skin pale.

The boy was lazily sitting on the high chair with his head down, flicking his sneakers in boredom.

It was perfunctory and arrogant.

Yin Chi frowned, suppressing the urge to pinch the brat's cheek.

He finished speaking: "Since you like it so much and have capital, why don't you do it yourself instead of letting others take advantage of it?"

……

Song Jianchu seldom touched alcohol, so he drank a few more glasses today for the first time.

The aftertaste of drinking was strong, and he became very dizzy in the end. Thinking that there seemed to be a rooftop upstairs, he got up and planned to blow some air.

He was thinking about Yin Chi's words along the way.

Will Mu Ye also look for a financial backer?

They are all number one in the music scene, so it shouldn't be necessary...

Leaving all the inheritance to the idol... Seems like a good idea.

Then he must watch those idiots die of anger before reincarnating.

Song Jianchu's feet were unsteady, he lowered his head and knocked open the door of the rooftop.

look up.

The line of sight freezes.

On the top floor of the high-rise, there are a few white chairs on the clean and open platform, and the low street lamps reflect a handsome figure.

The man's arms are propped up on the railing at will, and the cigarette is held between his relaxed and dangling fingers, and the sparks flicker with the wind.

Hearing the sound, the man looked sideways, extinguished the cigarette, turned around and walked towards the stairs with his coat on his arm.

Walking to his side, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

The distance was too close, and the night wind blew a good-smelling high-end men's fragrance, mixed with a touch of tobacco.

Song Jianchu's heart skipped a beat.

Come to yourself.

He found himself grabbing the other's arm.

Song Jianchu immediately let go, and hurriedly took a step back: "I'm sorry."

"Ok?"

A gentle voice came down from above.

Song Jianchu's ears went numb, and he slowly raised his head.

The night was covered with a thin layer of thin clouds, and the orange light of the city's traffic lines glowed.

The man's back was facing the bustling night scene of the city, his dark soft shiny hair was messy on his forehead, and he looked down at him slightly.

Those smoky gray eyes are even more beautiful than in the photo, and the depths of the pupils seem to be embedded with frosty ice, hazy and deep.

The eyes that fell down were very gentle, with inadvertent bewitchment.Like the original vampire who gracefully hides in the high places of the city, waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net.

"Mu..."

Before he could call out his full name.

The man raised his hand and gently touched his head, stopping him gently.

"Hello."

There was almost no tactile sensation through the hat.

The alcohol in his body seemed to be rubbed on fire.

Get on top instantly.

Song Jianchu saw a triple image in front of his eyes, and suddenly felt dizzy.

Mu Ye and his friends gathered here, and before they left, they came up to blow the air, so they didn't wear a mask.

Did not expect to be discovered so soon.

The phone vibrated several times in the jacket.

Mu Ye withdrew his hand from the little boy's head and took out his phone.

[Pei Shinian: Brother Ye, where are you? 】

[Pei Shinian: Brother Xing and Brother Lu are leaving first. My assistant and I are in the parking lot. Shall I wait for you? 】

[Pei Shinian: Brother, be careful by yourself. I heard that your demon king fan brother is here tonight. This kid is usually so arrogant. He goes bankrupt to get drunk. Who knows what he will do to you...]

Mu Ye glanced down at the messages, and when he saw the last one, he chuckled.

While replying, Mu Ye raised his feet and walked towards the stairs.

After taking a step, his arm suddenly sank.

The footsteps stopped again.

Mu Ye tilted his head according to the strength, and looked at the sleeve that was gently grasped.

Because of the movement, the boy smelled of alcohol mixed with shower gel.

Having been stalked by drunks twice in a row, Mu Ye's tone was still gentle: "Sorry, it's not convenient to take pictures. I'm quitting drinking recently, and it will be very troublesome if my manager finds out that I'm here."

The drunk's face was covered by the shadow of the hat, his eyes were fixed on him, and he calmly said "oh".

Mu Ye nodded, and tried to pull his sleeves away.

The fingers on the sleeves suddenly tightened.

The next second, the drunk blushed calmly: "[-] million a day, fall in love with me."