The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts Chapter 120, Day [-] · "Jiang Family? Which Jiang Family?"

Jiang Yiming blinked his eyes as he looked at the microphones that he wished to get under his nose.

"Who will show me what it is?" He raised his eyebrows.

The mobile phone is kept with the little assistant, and the young master can't see it, so he feels itchy.

But listening to the whispers of the people below, Zhong Sheng donated a Buddha to him?And donated a school to him?Pray for him?

It was estimated that it took two days to do it, but why didn't he receive any news at all?

Teng Qinghua handed Jiang Yiming his mobile phone with a numb expression on his face.

He wants to finish filming this drama in a low-key manner?Are you dreaming?

Jiang Yiming swiped his phone twice, saw the hot search word "Explosive" occupying the top spot on the hot search list, and poked it in. The most popular was a few photos and a sealed contract carried by a marketing account.

He glanced twice, and the top three most popular comments below were actually a string of punctuation marks.

【…】

【? 】

[! ? ! 】

Jiang Yiming was amused, and then scrolled down, except for the praise and blessings like fan essays, and saw a concise statement:

[It will eventually come true! 】

The comments in the building under this comment are all a bunch of responses to codes. The young master glanced at them, and they are all arranged and combined with English letters, which look like mess: "szd", "nsdd"

.........

Jiang Yiming twisted his facial features, what's going on?Why can't I even read the comments?He also listened to Bao Qiwen's words, and he hadn't been on Weibo for a few days, so he was eliminated?

Seeing Jiang Yiming's expression and reaction, a group of reporter friends below felt like a shark smelling blood, and became even more excited: "Do you have anything to say now?"

"May I ask what you have to say about Zhong Sheng, the crown prince of the Zhong Group, spending a lot of money? Is it impulsive consumption?"

Jiang Yiming looked at the reporter in front of him who was so excited that he took a big step forward and almost bumped the microphone into his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand, and took his microphone: "First of all, correct your address. The real problem is Zhong Sheng, the head of the Zhong Group."

The reporter froze for a moment.

Of course he asked this question on purpose. After all, the crown prince sounds like a frivolous and frivolous persona, which is quite in line with Zhong Sheng's style this time, but he didn't expect to be pointed out by Jiang Yiming to correct him.

Didn't Jiang Yiming ever think that he would offend the media if he did this as a rookie?Isn't he afraid?

But... this counts as maintenance, right?The reporter's eyes lit up, and he immediately recorded an article, and wanted to ask again, but was beaten back by Jiang Yiming in the next second.

"Secondly, what does this have to do with you?" After Jiang Yiming finished speaking, he snorted and threw the microphone back with his backhand.

The reporter subconsciously caught it in a hurry, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Yiming sitting loosely leaning against the back of the chair. There was no sign of panic for a newcomer when encountering such a big event. On the contrary, it made him feel as if he had kicked on an iron plate like.

"May I ask if you have any explanation for being taken care of all the time?" Another reporter turned to the microphone.

"Nurtured?" Jiang Yiming heard this word for the first time. He rested his chin lazily and asked knowingly, "Who is adopted?"

"Zhong Sheng." The reporter replied.

Jiang Yiming laughed, and the sarcasm in his smile was transmitted clearly through the microphone in front of him.

Before he could speak, he heard a voice from outside the venue, with the sound quality of the small speaker dedicated to the director: "Zhong Sheng is not so capable of moving people from my Jiang family."

Jiang Yiming is very familiar with this voice, especially the accent in the voice that always loves to point at Rapunzel. He laughed, and sat on the high platform and looked over the reporters, just in time to see his elder brother dressed up like a man However, he was holding a small trumpet in his hand that didn't suit his style at all.

Sure enough, it was Teng Qinghua's small speaker.

Teng Qinghua wondered: "Who is this person? Who gave him my small speaker?"

No one cares about him.

On the contrary, the reporters all turned around to look around, wondering who the speaker was.

"Who is this? A little familiar..."

"Wait, wait, I remember, I remember, I must have seen it somewhere..."

"Damn! Jiang Xunchuan? Is it Jiang Xunchuan? I remember that he was on the cover of an issue of "Fortune" before!"

"Wait a minute, Jiang Xunchuan, Jiang Yiming... The Jiang family, is this the Jiang family?"

"If it's really the Jiang family...then it's really uncertain who will take care of whom..."

"Who can tell me which Jiang family the Jiang family is?"

"To sum it up in four words, wealth can rival a country."

"However, the Jiang family has always kept a low profile. Unlike the Zhong family and the Xia family, which are always in the public eye, they are often ignored."

"Low-key...? Do you think this is low-key? Has Jiang Yiming ever kept a low profile?"

"……"Too.

Jiang Xunchuan walked over, followed by two middle-aged men with good temperament.

When Jiang Yiming saw it, he stood up and walked over quickly: "Mom and Dad."

After he finished speaking, he heard Jiang Xunchuan clear his throat lightly, a smile flashed across his eyes, and he still yelled in front of outsiders, "Brother."

The eldest brother was very happy, and said that his bones were going to be crisp——it's been a long time since Mingming called himself "brother" so well-behaved and softly.

As soon as Jiang Yiming made these two sounds, not to mention the reporters in front of him, the entire crew exploded.

The surname Jiang is not uncommon. There are too many surnames in the entertainment circle. Who would have thought that this Jiang Yiming is the Jiang of the Jiang family?

Not to mention that Jiang Yiming's name doesn't resemble his brother's at all.

If Jiang Yiming was from the Jiang family, then it would make sense that he didn't pay attention to that small media reporter just now... There is really no need to pay attention to it.

All the media looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly felt that the microphone in their hands was a little hot.

Although Jiang Xunchuan did not accept interviews as frequently as Zhong Sheng, he was still able to deal with the media spotlight. He casually clicked on a media outlet, took the microphone, and glanced at every reporter in front of him. His strong aura overwhelmed the audience. Everyone dared not vent their anger.

After scanning around, he put down a sentence in a cold voice: "The Jiang family will definitely investigate the false rumors on the Internet."

After he said this, he abducted his younger brother and left the scene, especially with the demeanor of a big name, directly leaving the reporters in that area behind.

Jiang Yiming was amused. After walking a distance, Jiang Yiming shook his shoulders, signaling Jiang Xunchuan not to push forward, and it was time to let go.

"I think you have wanted to say something like that for a long time, don't you?" Jiang Yiming looked at him from the corner of his eyes, seeing his elder brother's sudden change just now, as if he had rehearsed several times.

Jiang Xunchuan took a breath, and rubbed Jiang Yiming's head twice with his palm: "How can you miss your brother so much? That's not the case."

Mother Jiang winked at Jiang Yiming: It's true.

Jiang Yiming laughed.

Obviously, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother didn't take care of the idea of ​​nurturing. On the one hand, the clean is self-clearing. Besides, it sounds like nonsense. On the other hand, there are also two ideas that are planning to merge. , Looking at the relationship between the two children now, it is much warmer than before when they were tied to a marriage contract.

——Being together is a matter of time.

Although the word "nurture" is indeed too ugly, Jiang Xunchuan was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, and Jiang's father said that such gossip must be dealt with seriously and with a correct attitude.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother came to inspect the living environment of their youngest son. First, they wandered around the workplace, and the rest of the crew gave way to a great deal of room for action.

Seeing this, Jiang's mother frowned worriedly, "Mingming, I think these people seem to be a little afraid of you..."

Jiang Yiming: "..."

He was clearly intimidated by the Jiang family's reputation, so how could it be his fault?

"Ming Ming smiled more. Mingming and we are so cute when we smile, why do people still say that we are bullies?" Jiang's mother was very annoyed.

When Jiang Xunchuan heard this, he burst into laughter: "Mom, you know all about this. It seems that you are often a net worm."

"I read Toutiao." Jiang's mother said that she can still be regarded as keeping up with fashion.

"Bully is just a joke, no one takes it seriously." Jiang Yiming explained.

Jiang's mother looked at him suspiciously, until the young master had no choice but to show a smirk at the circle of knowledgeable staff who made way.

Professional fake smile, no soul.

Those people laughed so hard that their hearts immediately trembled, and they began to recall in their hearts whether they had bullied the newcomers to bully this person - no matter how you look at it, this smile looks like a warning smile that wants to settle accounts after autumn.

Mother Jiang: "..."

The young master is extremely innocent.

Jiang's mother rubbed the back of the young master's head, protecting the calf without bottom line: "It's their loss that they don't know how to appreciate Mingming's cuteness, softness, tenderness and caring."

Jiang Xunchuan rubbed his elbow and got goosebumps all over his arm.Lovely, soft, gentle and caring, it is true, but it seems a little awkward and panicky, and I always feel uncomfortable when pressing Jiang Yiming.

Jiang's father caught a glimpse of the eldest son's small movements, frowned, and knocked on him violently.

"Mingming's gentleness and caring are only for family members, and there is no need for others to see it." The eldest brother immediately corrected his attitude.

……

On the other side of the set, the visiting media finally left. As for what kind of bloody storm will be caused by the manuscript published after returning, no one really expected it.

Jiang Yiming took the three of his family to visit the set, and went back to the hotel by the way, to test the skills of the exclusive chef invited by Zhong Sheng for Jiang's father and mother.

"By the way, do you know about Zhong Sheng?" Jiang Yiming asked suddenly.

Jiang Xunchuan's eyes wandered, but he didn't answer.

Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Jiang Xunchuan: "You know?"

"Hey, what's wrong with praying for such a dangerous thing as you falling into the water? It's okay." Jiang Xunchuan coughed and said.

Jiang Yiming paused when he heard the words, and then stopped the topic, and did not continue.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother don't seem to know about those things on the Internet, so there is no need to let them know, which will make them feel uncomfortable.

"That's right, but Zhong Sheng's child is also the same. He took care of it without mentioning it. After all, we should do it." Jiang's mother said.

Jiang Xunchuan smiled, and said with a laugh: "Zhong Sheng has always been very concerned about Ming Ming's affairs."

"Too."

"I didn't expect him to run away in person."

"..."

Jiang Yiming propped his chin, thinking of Zhong Sheng's shallow kiss on his heart that day, which was almost regarded as an illusion, and the phrase "All Buddhas will bless you", he lowered his eyes and smiled softly, That's what it means.

In the past, he was the only one who prayed for others—he prayed for the emperor, the country, and the people of the entire dynasty—but he never prayed for himself once. The taste of blessing.

It's pretty.

The young master smiled, pinching his mobile phone and laughing silly.