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

Four days of pretending to be gods and playing ghosts. [First update] Public charity reception. "You said that here, are there more people who regard me as the young master of the Jiang family, or are there more Jiang Yiming on the [-]th line?"

A few people stayed in Huang Xiaobo's room all afternoon. Jiang Lin had never observed Huang Xiaobo's room carefully before he realized that his nephew's supernatural power didn't seem to be simply predicting the future.

"Don't let others know about his situation." Jiang Yiming said to Jiang Lin before leaving. He took a deep look at Huang Xiaobo, and there was a transparent glazed texture in those warm brown eyes, vaguely revealing the depth Unfathomable mystery.

"Keep this secret in your stomach," he said.

Jiang Lin also knew the consequences of this secret being known. His nephew was an idiot with some mental disabilities. If he was kidnapped to do something, he would have no place to cry.

He nodded in response, and planned to implement the idea given by Young Master Jiang tonight.

After Jiang Yiming returned home, he pasted the drawing paper he wanted back on the wall in front of the bedside table, tightly pursed his lower lip, and his eyes were as dark as a deep pool.

There are always people who think that Feng Shui master has the power to reach the heavens, but in fact he is just a mortal, not so supernatural. For example, he can't see through the painting in front of him.

He tapped on the painting on the wall, and lay down on the bed as if discouraged, really tired.

He recalled what happened at Jiang Lin's place today, and he felt somewhat the same as Xie He and others when they saw him.

——The matter about Huang Xiaobo is really... refreshing and enlightening.

Jiang Yiming lay on the bed for a few minutes before being called out by his manager on the phone.

"Where are you now?" Bao Qiwen asked in a low voice on the other end of the phone.

"At home." Jiang Yiming lazily hugged a little yellow chicken pillow, half dreaming and half awake.

"It's just right, I'll pick you up. Get ready. There's a reception tonight, and I'll show you some people in the circle." Bao Qiwen said.

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows: "Do you think it is necessary for me to participate?"

Bao Qiwen: "..."

The manager clenched his fists, wanting to lie on the ground and roll around shouting: I hate people with their own backgrounds!

But he can't, he is a man of grace, and he is an excellent agent, he should have the agent's right to speak, so he bit the bullet and said in a low voice: "Yes."

——Although since he met Jiang Yiming, Bao Qiwen often felt that his status had plummeted, not like a manager, but more like a life assistant, an old lady.

"..." Jiang Yiming had no choice but to get up lazily, and muttered in a low voice, "It's better if it's really necessary."

Bao Qiwen hung up the phone with a guilty conscience, leaving only one sentence: "I will pick you up in an hour."

……

Young Master Jiang must have a set of outfits for the reception, and there are even quite a few. The whole wardrobe is full of high-end clothes.

Originally, Bao Qiwen was worried about whether Young Master Jiang had suitable clothes, but when he arrived at Jiang's house, he went into Young Master Jiang's clothes room. The clothes room was bigger than the apartment he lived in. Is there anything in it?

Pull out a row of clothes hangers, and there are neatly cut and just right tuxedos hanging there one by one, and the colors are from light to dark, neatly placed.

Bao Qiwen stood there, rolled his eyes, then withdrew his hand—it was much better than the few sets of high-end clothes borrowed from his small dilapidated studio for turnover.

Jiang Yiming picked out a well-regulated black tuxedo, paired with a pair of leggings, which made the young master's legs [-] meters long, and paired with a pair of yellow leather boots with flip-up tops, with a touch of youthful playfulness in the formality.

Jiang Yiming's aesthetics are so good that he doesn't even need Bao Qiwen to make suggestions.

He adjusted the symmetrical triangular wide folded high lapel on his chest, looked at the glasses, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

He looked at his manager in the mirror who was looking at him, tickled the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Are you staring at him?"

Bao Qiwen withdrew his gaze, restraining himself from rolling his eyes: "It's useless for me to keep my eyes peeled. It's your skill to keep those vicious big producers and directors attending the reception staring intently."

"Of course they will." Jiang Yiming lazily dragged out the ending, dragging the unique elegance and laziness unique to the rich from the inside out.

"You usually attend receptions with this appearance?" Bao Qiwen had to press his temples. Young Master Jiang's etiquette seemed a bit inappropriate.

"It depends on your mood," Jiang Yiming said.

In his previous life, he ignored all the state banquets that the emperor tossed about, so what private reception in this life is worth his time?Young Master Jiang scoffed in his heart.

He casually picked out another yellow polka-dot square scarf, folded it into a shape deftly with his fingers, and put it in his breast pocket, with only a little warm yellow edge exposed, matching his leather boots and bow tie.

Bao Qiwen thought for a while, but he didn't say a word—who would dare to show embarrassment to the precious grandsons of the Jiang family and Xia family?Not to mention that this little young master is still the current head of the Zhong family who explicitly and secretly expresses that he is under his wing.

So Bao Qiwen took the young master, who was still a little sleepy, into the car and went to the reception.

——Teacher Bao also borrowed a car from Jiang's family to go out, probably because he disliked the little Audi he drove.

This reception was a bit unexpected for Jiang Yiming. He thought it was a private reception held in a villa in the suburbs, but he didn't expect it to be a public charity reception in the city center.

Not only celebrities from the entertainment industry, but also bigwigs from various circles attended the reception.

It's okay to say that fish and dragons are mixed.

It's just that after entering the hotel's gate, the class is divided again. The big bosses go upstairs, and the little fish stay in the reception hall on the first floor.

Dozens of media were waiting under the stairs of the hotel's resplendent front hall. When a car approached, it rushed past like a shark smelling blood.

Jiang Yiming sat in the car, waiting for the Bentley in front to slowly move forward.

He looked at Bao Qiwen with a half-smile: "No wonder you want to switch to my family's car."

Bao Qiwen said sternly: "This is a serious charity gala. Go in and donate 20 million. It will build a good reputation and pave the way for the future."

He paused, then looked at the flashing spotlights in front of him, and said, "Besides, show your face and let the media take a few photos for money."

Jiang Yiming smiled, as if he knew everything in his chest, and Bao Qiwen had a feeling of being seen through.

"Is there someone you arranged in the media?" Jiang Yiming asked.

Bao Qiwen: "...that must be there."

"Is it also arranged by the magazine? Are you going to let me be the background board of a popular artist, or?" Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"... There is also a background board, so of course the single photo can't be left behind, right?" Bao Qiwen chuckled.

Now that he was seen through by his artists, he didn't hide it.

For the artists he brought in the past, he kept it secret, because he was afraid that the other party would be stiff and unnatural, and self-defeating; but he looked at the appearance of Young Master Jiang, obviously enjoying it.

So he simply confided his plan and asked Young Master Jiang to go in in front of a certain artist, and when it was the other's turn to take pictures, he appropriately showed half of his face behind his back.

"I think the left side of your face looks good, so I will look to the left when the time comes." Bao Qiwen said again.

Jiang Yiming snorted softly: "This young master looks good everywhere, nonsense."

"..." Bao Qiwen saw that the young master was being stepped on by the peacock's tail, and quickly changed his rhetoric, "That's right, but you can't reveal too much, too deliberate, just look sideways, the ones on the left and right are good-looking!"

Jiang Yiming glanced at him, raised his chin, and squinted to see the car crawling slower than a snail.

"If I had known earlier, I should have traded for the locked one in the garage. Maybe these reporters would have rushed straight to my car." He clicked his tongue.

Bao Qiwen knew that the locked cars in Jiang's garage were really unaffordable, costing tens of millions of dollars.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and teased, "That would be too exaggerated. Your current status is an artist, not the young master of the Jiang family. This baby is almost enough."

Jiang Yiming looked at the person who got out of the car in front of him. He was potbellied, his face was full of oil, and he was well dressed. That person was the secretary of the city. He even visited Xia's house during the Chinese New Year and left him a rich red envelope.

He looked at Bao Qiwen with a half-smile, and pouted his lips: "During the Chinese New Year this year, I even accepted that person's red envelope."

Bao Qiwen couldn't figure out why Young Master Jiang suddenly mentioned this, he looked over suspiciously.

Jiang Yiming smiled: "Do you think there are many people who regard me as the young master of the Jiang family on this occasion, or are there many Jiang Yiming who have no such person?"

Bao Qiwen suddenly felt something was wrong.

Before he could feel the smell, the car door was pulled open by the welcome guests.

Jiang Yiming glanced at him, adjusted his clothes a little, and stepped out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car door, the spotlight next to his ear kept moving, he frowned impatiently, without showing any signs, then glanced at Bao Qiwen who was waiting in the car, the man winked at him, begging the young master to hold on, Don't make a bad face.

Jiang Yiming then calmed down again, thinking in his heart, that's all, it's all here.

Young Master Jiang's body suits his slender waist and tall stature, coupled with the noble aura brought out by the young master from the womb and his eyes above the top - even if this word has a derogatory connotation, but it is placed in Jiang Xiaoyao's body. Looking at the young master's caramel-colored eyes, one would feel that such high-sightedness is reasonable.

The media that came here were all knowledgeable. Although the car that drove here could only be said to be insufficient compared to the top, but more than the bottom, but this height was really staggering.

So everyone was guessing, who is this person, a new face?

Jiang Yiming didn't stay in the middle of the media for too long, he skillfully stopped for a while in front of the camera from all angles, and then left without hesitation.

"Hey, who is this person? It's so good-looking."

"Which little star? There are always little stars rushing in to grab exposure at this kind of public party."

"Are you stupid? Which [-]th-line team can give such a high body and match such a car?"

"If he is [-]th rank, I think he is worth several times higher than him today."

"……makes sense."

The buddies carrying the cannon were whispering, when suddenly someone slapped his thigh and shouted: "No, I remembered, so I said why he looks familiar, this person has been on the previous live broadcast!"

"What live broadcast?"

"As for "Escape from the Sky", it turned up the secrets hidden in other villages."

"...Jiang Yiming?"

Now someone has matched the number, but Jiang Yiming's outfit is really different from the appearance in the live broadcast. Changing clothes is like changing his face.

"How can he afford such a suit! It's just that he has a similar face, right?"

"We'll see if he waits upstairs or downstairs."

So a group of media eagerly waited for Jiang Yiming to gossip.

Coincidentally, Jiang Yiming thought he was here, so he cooperated with his poor Mr. Bao to show a side face when the last artist stopped, so that friends from the media could capture it.

Thinking of this, he deliberately waited at the door for a few extra seconds.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Yiming met an acquaintance.