Seven of my nemesis want to marry me after bankruptcy

Feng Tu dropped out of school and ran away from home. He bought a train ticket by himself and traveled to this big city for two days and two nights.He has washed dishes, worked as a coolie, and has done takeaway and express delivery. Finally, by a coincidence, he was discovered by scouts and made his debut, which became an instant hit.

Feng Tu put the first huge sum of money he earned after his debut, together with the money he had saved successively from odd jobs before, in an envelope and sent it home, with only one sentence written on it——

——[It was those idiots who attacked first, and it wasn't me who hit them].

It was your son who was beaten.

The letters came back very quickly, and they were full of regrets repeating the same old tune.The relative said that Feng Tu was wrongly blamed without knowing the inside story on the spur of the moment. The regret after several years has not lasted a single page. overflow.

This pair of relatives had no news before, and after receiving a huge sum of money from Feng Tu, they were in all kinds of troubles and embarrassments.

I wrote four or five pages rambling about why I had cancer, why my lumbar spine was not good enough to be fired by the company, and why your younger brother is getting married this year and doesn’t even have a wedding room.

In fact, it had nothing to do with Feng Tu, but he sent letters to these few people in this world who had contact with him, and it seemed that he had no better choice except to read it word by word.

At the end, the relatives felt that they should have laid the groundwork to the end, and seemed to feel guilty and ashamed for their shamelessness in asking for money again. They wrote a figure of 500 million and said that they would stop harassing them. , if not given, they may...

The ending is a vague threat, alluding to his black history of beating people in high school, and implicitly warning Feng Tu how much these things will affect a traffic star like him.

Feng Tu was given a three-month deadline.

From the beginning to the end, the ten thousand character long letter did not mention a single word about how Feng Tu was doing.

The agent still remembered that Feng Tu, who was still young at the time, dragged his chin at the letter paper and mocked casually: "You need to enter a six-digit password to withdraw money from an ATM machine. If you ask me for money, you should mention me at least."

Turning his head as if invulnerable, Feng Tu asked him indifferently: "Brother Zhao, how long will it take me to get 500 million?"

Feng Tu has a toughness that grows wildly, tough, and cruel to himself, like a teenager who is always in a rebellious period.

When looking at people, the raised eyebrows and eyes are unruly and unruly, the tail of the hair is chic and dazzling red, and the background is full of traffic when walking in the crowd, full of vitality and bravery.

And that night, the manager saw those exuberant sharpness slowly brewing a deeper color on Feng Tu's body. People are terrified.

After seeing the CCTV news, the company called the agent and asked Xue Zang to seal Feng Tu, and at the same time, he was not allowed to take over any artistes and stopped all of Feng Tu's performing arts activities.

Feng Tu asked in a low voice: "Mr. Li, that Mr. Li, is he still in touch with you?"

It's hard for the manager to recall what kind of mood he was in at that time, and it's also hard to know why he gave out Mr. Li's phone number under Feng Tu's gaze, and witnessed Feng Tu, who hadn't recovered from his injuries. He simply put on his coat and made an appointment with Mr. Li at a bar with a bad reputation.

500 million - Mr. Li's dirty methods are well-known in the industry, Feng Tu is going to calmly prepare to ruin his whole life for the 500 million.

In other words, he himself felt that he had been a gutter animal living in the sewer all his life, and it would be no pity to see him shining brightly.

But the manager felt that it was absurd, regrettable and uncomfortable—he had seen the kid's sparkling eyes, and seen his charismatic appearance, and it was funny to say that at that time, everyone thought Feng Tu was someone who would only be popular for a while. During the period when stars were disappearing quickly, only a voice in his manager's heart told him that Feng Tu would definitely become a superstar.

But a Uranus superstar with a dark history--the manager smiled miserably, it's not without it, but if he is in the hands of President Li, Feng Tu will definitely be suppressed even if he explodes, and become a squeezed star from one company to another .

At seven o'clock in the evening, eight o'clock in the evening, nine o'clock in the evening, and 10:30 in the evening, the manager waited in the ward until his hands and feet were stiff and cold, and received a call from Feng Tu with a hoarse voice: "Come down and pick me up, Brother Zhao."

The manager walked down with one hand and one foot, and saw Feng Tu who was leaning against the tree, smelling of alcohol and smoking. Just awkwardly silent.

After a long silence, Feng Tu suddenly burst out laughing.

He laughed until he was about to shake his cigarette, the agent was startled, and comforted Feng Tu at a loss: "Yeah, it's not a big deal, everyone does this, Wei Kesong is such a big brokerage company, it is said that Wei Kesong does it every day." In it, the unspoken rules are entertainers, and this is normal in this industry..."

Feng Tu interrupted him: "No, nothing happened," Feng Tu's eyes lit up with dazzling light like flames again, he seemed to be suppressing the extremely fast beating heart in his chest, suppressing those inexplicable and overly hot emotions "... Wei Kesong, that idiot scolded that bald man away, then turned around and scolded me again."

"...he scolded me and said that the only thing he thinks highly of of me is my arrogance. Feng Tu is not worthy of his attention without arrogance. Why do you spoil yourself so much?" Feng Tu held a cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, covering one side of his red eyes: "...I told him, I want money, 500 million, and he will give it to me, I can scold him casually."

Feng Tu laughed so hard that his whole body was trembling again, his voice was filled with suppressed sobs: "...he jumped up and beat me up, saying that only idiots would give me money, and then called his brother inarticulately, demanding Their company poached me."

"... Wei Kesong is insane and says he won't give me a single penny," Feng Tu said dully, "...he said Feng Tu, if you want money, be more arrogant and hold the contract yourself Let me earn it, he won't give me a penny of 500 million, and after scolding, he smirked complacently, saying look at me as an idiot..."

The manager was dumbfounded, Feng Tu raised the corner of his mouth and exhaled a puff of white smoke: "...This crazy person, does he hate me, or..."

Feng Tu sneered and extinguished the cigarette on the tree stump: "... Forget it, a fool is a fool."

The manager sometimes felt that he couldn't figure out Wei Kesong's brain circuit. He was the one who threw Feng Tu into hell, he was the one who gave Feng Tu a bright and smooth path, and he was the one who pulled Feng Tu into the company. He was also the one who desperately drove Feng Tu out of the company.

I don't know whether Feng Tu's life was a coincidence or a blunder, no matter the ups and downs, it is inseparable from this person named Wei Kesong.

Inexplicably, the manager felt that Wei Kesong might cause even bigger disturbances in Feng Tu's life.

Soon the agent felt that he didn't have to think about it, the turmoil was already in sight.

Wei Kesong called his manager, his tone full of irritability and confusion that hadn't woken up yet: "Manager Zhao, can you tell your artist not to go crazy and send me a bunch of couriers in the morning? If you want to torture me, you can To put it another way, last night I wrote a manuscript for him and was annoyed until after two o'clock!"

When the manager heard "I was annoyed until after two o'clock", a person who has been annoyed by Feng Tu, an energetic person, until after three o'clock for many years, couldn't help but sighed "At the same time, the world is reduced to a person".

In the next second, the manager couldn't help laughing out loud: Well, he's liberated. Uncle Feng Tu has finally found Wei Kesong, a candidate who can vent his midnight energy. Why do these words feel weird... .

The manager said, "Huh? Courier, what courier?"

Wei Kesong sleepily picked through a pile of couriers packed in folders, there were three in total, and the addresses all came from the same place.

Wei Kesong hated to suspect that Feng Tu, a mentally handicapped person, sent him the same courier three times, but to the manager who sent him the money last night, his tone was still very tactful: "Three identical couriers in the same city, two hours Suda's, it seems to be... um? Three black invitation letters?"

This courier was definitely not given to him by someone else, and he couldn't be shopping by himself. He just moved here last night, and the only person who knows about it is Feng Tu.

But this address looks familiar, Wei Kesong looked at the address of the TV station above and frowned suspiciously.

"...Mr. Wei Kesong, hello, I sincerely invite you to join the "Seven Days of Love" program group and experience a week-long journey of love... All three are the same, huh? Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, why don’t you Talk, you are panting so fast, Brother Zhao? Brother Zhao?!"

The manager felt that he was only a mile away from epilepsy, he held the phone weakly, and was about to be breathlessly stimulated by the message Wei Kesong read to him in a daze: "...Kisong, can you Check with Brother Zhao, how many invitations have you received?"

Wei Kesong was confused: "...Three copies, isn't this stupid, Feng Tu's hair became heavy?!"

Of course it wasn't that Feng Tu was getting heavy.

Feng Tu was sitting on the armchair in the office, with a cold expression on his face showing a bit of uncontrollable boredom. His eyes swept across the three invitation letters lined up on his desk, and finally fixed on the On the face of Wei Kesong opposite him, Feng Tu mocked:

"Wei Kesong, you are really capable. People in this invitation circle will cry with joy when they get one invitation letter. If you can get three invitation letters, you will be quite capable after bankruptcy."

Wei Kesong was called to the office early in the morning by his manager Brother Zhao, and he was still confused, so Feng Tu laughed at him without saying a word.Even though Wei Kesong doesn't know what's going on right now, he sneered back, not to be outdone, "I just have this ability."

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Little Bread, pay attention to your words, you will regret it later, baby