The host and system, which is similar to the master-servant relationship, sing together.
Mr. Wu pointed to the direction of the door and pointed out a clear path for them: get out.
Chen Zhan put it away when he saw it, got up and said, "Make a bet to see who can come up with it first."
At the end, he said to himself: "Unfortunately, my brain hurts when I think about it recently."
Mr. Wu ignored the provocation, at least it didn't seem abnormal on the surface.
Standing outside the villa door, Chen Zhan thought about whether to take the bus or take a taxi. The system has returned to his body, but he is thinking about business and actively making plans: [At the beginning, the host mentioned the trilogy.]
Chen Zhan made an 'oh' sound.
The attitude of being neither salty nor bland is very unpleasant.
[System: Please be careful.]
After getting in the car, Chen Zhancai re-established communication: "The trilogy is a pretense, in fact, I want to find three villains."
The system has a strong thirst for knowledge.
"As the saying goes, three stooges beat Zhuge Liang," Chen Zhan resisted the urge to yawn, and he became tired after lying in the hospital for a long time: "I'll ask the law enforcer and Lin Chiang later."
Ignoring the latter, the system indicated on the spot that the law enforcers would not deal with the headquarters, but were loyal supporters of the headquarters.
"Switch a target and communicate with them. I will claim that the person to be removed is An Leng. As for Lin Chiang, the target is me."
Ask the other party to talk and ask how he would use external power to deal with himself if it were him.
[System: People will treat you as a lunatic.]
Chen Zhan supported his head and half-closed his eyelids: "After being struck by lightning, he suffered from persecution paranoia, what a good excuse."
Brainstorm and unite.
[System: Is it really the brain that was hacked by the host?]
Are you sure you didn't get through the two veins of Ren and Du
In one sentence, there was no more news, and Chen Zhan didn't know when to take a nap by the window.
The visits one by one fully demonstrated the art of language, which indirectly led to returning to the residence in the afternoon, not wanting to say a word.
Yin Ronglan went to the company early in the morning after helping him go through the formalities for leaving the hospital.
Chen Zhan opened the refrigerator to search for ingredients, thinking about what to do at night, his phone vibrated: [I am working overtime at the company tonight, please report if I need to go out. ]
The latter sentence, separated by the cold words, can tell the expression of the party when he sends a message.
When he went out to watch the fun on a rainy day and was struck by lightning, the dark history that fell on Yin Ronglan could not be erased overnight, and he must have lost a certain right of personal freedom for a long time.
Chen Zhan is a smart person, not ready to challenge that person's bottom line, and decided to cultivate himself in the near future. As usual, I took a mat and leaned against the bay window to prepare for typing. My fingers stayed on the keyboard for a long time, but I didn't type a word.
When Yin Ronglan opened the door, he saw him in a daze.
"Isn't it not coming back?" Attracted by the voice, Chen Zhan looked up.
Yin Ronglan: "Get something and go."
Chen Zhan hummed, returned to his original sitting position and lowered his head in thought.
Taking a stack of documents from the study, Yin Ronglan said with a smile when he changed his shoes and was about to leave, "I don't have a good idea?"
With abundant materials as support, Chen Zhan rarely runs out of inspiration.
Hearing this, Chen Zhan actually nodded: "I'm still not satisfied with writing the script and revising it repeatedly."
Yin Ronglan wasn't much surprised. Too many of the same stories would be boring. The other party couldn't keep writing stories about the people around him. Usually, it may be recommended to go out and explore ideas. After a lightning strike, this idea will be abandoned as soon as it breeds.
After he left, Chen Zhan pondered on the spot for a long time, but failed behind closed doors.
Sure enough, the noble words of self-cultivation and self-cultivation are not related to him.
After working overnight at the company, and returning from get off work the next day, Yin Ronglan's clothes were neat and wrinkled, but the tiredness in his eyes could not be concealed.
Chen Zhan beckoned: "Come here."
Yin Ronglan used his leg as a temporary pillow and lay on it.
Chen Zhan gently rubbed his temples, and before Yin Ronglan's consciousness gradually sank into darkness, he suddenly asked, "Is there a private banquet that I can attend?"
Yin Ronglan's eyes instantly became clearer.
Chen Zhan: "I want to see the epitome of high society, and..." After a pause, he said, "Those ordinary people who are trying to integrate into it."
There was a chuckle in the air.
Yin Ronglan closed her eyes. At first glance, her sleeping posture was very peaceful. After a while, she said, "You have seen and met a lot of the rich second generation in Y city... including the most powerful one."
Chen Zhan: "This time it's a dark stream, these people can't be the material."
Some people, it is normal to act alone, they are afraid of getting together and sharing interesting souls.
Yin Ronglan knew that this was a decision and thought about the feasibility.
Chen Zhan: "Watch it, I swear..."
Before the words 'Never stir up trouble' could be uttered, Yin Ronglan interrupted: "Don't make an oath."
The lightning strike felt like yesterday, and Chen Zhan shut up rationally.
Yin Ronglan: "I asked Xiao Zhao to give Wang Cheng the unused invitation letter and let him take you there."
"a lot of?"
Yin Ronglan: "Every few days, I will let him screen the city."
Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows. Mr. Lu Xun said that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected. In his opinion, the happiness of the rich have similarities.
The next day, Wang Cheng came to visit, with some red blood in his eyes, quite helpless: "I have other artists under my command."
Those are not like Chen Zhan, who only focus on the fashion circle, and some of them want to cultivate into all-round entertainers.
Chen Zhan said the truth: "You don't spend much time with me."
Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled embarrassedly.
Not only that, whenever the other party is on the hot search, he will also raise his worth and make more money from the organizer. In fact, it is a little bit like fishing, but fortunately, Chen Zhan has the ability to keep the heat and ignore it. Wang Cheng himself is worried about Yin Ronglan, and he does not dare to do too much.
After correcting his attitude, he put on a familiar and pleasing smile on his face: "It's a good thing to attend more banquets and get to know people."
Chen Zhan informed the original intention.
Wang Cheng said to the devil: "Very far-sighted."
Chen Zhan has attended the banquet several times, and the one that Wang Cheng took him to is another type.
To put it bluntly, it is very utilitarian. At a glance, it is not difficult to see that everyone has their own goals, and even everyone will not deliberately hide it.
Going on an appointment for someone is untenable in theory, but the two sides have already made their relationship public. When the inheritance rights of Yin Ronglan's estate were revealed to Chen Zhan, he indirectly told many people that he valued this relationship.
Therefore, Chen Zhan entered unimpeded, and he has not been neglected.
Time has been wasted, Wang Cheng will not waste the opportunity, glanced at the big guy in a certain direction: "I'll go talk to someone for a while."
Chen Zhan nodded, took a glass of champagne and wandered around, observing carefully.
"Eyes are the windows to discover beauty," some nice voices drifted closer: "Have you seen the beauty you want?"
A charming and graceful beauty came over, winked at him mischievously: "The old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation, don't mind."
Chen Zhan shook his head: "I don't mind."
There is no difference between new and old-fashioned chatting, isn't it all about talking
Before the two had any other communication, a young girl walked towards them and made a gesture of raising her hand.
Chen Zhan frowned.
The young girl smiled: "I have seen you and Li Shao play a live-action version of Russia with my own eyes before."
Not long after, there were four or five people around.
Chen Zhan would not think that it was born with an attractive aura. There must be some purpose for these people to gather together.
His personal assets are not as good as those of most of the guests present, what is worth looking at
Soon, the truth emerges automatically.
One person suddenly took an apple from the fruit bowl. According to the reason, this kind of fruit is just a decoration at the banquet, and no one will actually eat it.
She gnawed it, and gnawed out a heart shape.
After showing it in the direction of Chen Zhan, he grinned.
"… "
None of the people around Chen Zhan were scratching their heads, and one behavior was more peculiar than the other.
Wang Cheng came to relieve the siege at the right time, walked to no one and joked: "This is trying to mix a character in your book."
Chen Zhan: "Is it worth it?"
"Of course it's worth it." Wang Cheng said decisively: "The last time the hot search company remarketed, you can make a small fire."
Chen Zhan snorted softly: "No wonder the ancient literati and writers were very popular. From emperors to courtesans, they would not easily commit crimes."
Maybe a song that will last forever.
After understanding the doorway, Chen Zhan smiled: "I will meet them."
The dinner lasted only three hours, and he exchanged a few words with anyone who took the initiative to chat. When the banquet was over, everyone set up a group headed by Chen Zhan called the Reading Club.
The members of the book club are scheduled to meet every Saturday to enhance their emotions.
When Chen Zhan was complimented and recommended by everyone, some people were living a bad life.
Mr. Wu has been studying the words 'Dancing with Demons' for the past two days.
It's not because he was hit by the aggressive tactics, but because he tried to steal Chen Zhan's creativity. If he could parse out the results, the way to deal with the headquarters would fall into his hands.
After thinking to no avail, he hesitated for a moment whether to call Chen Zhan to see if he could get some information out of it.
Interest overcomes disgust, and finally a series of numbers are broadcast calmly. About five seconds later, the call was connected.
Chinese etiquette, first politely ask what the other party is doing.
Chen Zhan's voice was dull: "I was just discharged from the hospital, and my head is dizzy."
When he was uncomfortable, Mr. Wu felt comfortable, and was about to continue speaking when he heard a different voice over there—
"Mr. Chen promised to help me write it first."
"Write it for me, it's better to inscribe it on your arm, and I'll find someone to get a tattoo later."
"The great talent can't favor one over the other, and those who see it have a share."
"… "
The voices of these people were both male and female, crisp, tender and hoarse... At first glance, it sounded like a big play.
"Don't make trouble." Chen Zhan said with a slightly helpless voice: "Play another round of drumming and passing flowers, knockout."
"OK."
"Send what?"
"Book?"
"It's dead, let's get a coat."
Mr. Wu's face changed again and again: "Are you visiting a kiln!"
From different spaces, you can hear the disapproval in Chen Zhan's tone: "It's insulting! I started a book club and promised to help them write poems."
Mr. Wu's calm tone made people horrified: "I've been pondering what it means to dance with the devil, but you are actually outside?"
Chen Zhan smiled but not smiled: "So what?"
Mr. Wu: "...I'm going to tell Yin Ronglan."
After saying that, hang up the phone ruthlessly.
A minute later, Mr. Wu stood up and turned on the shower, letting cold water pour over him, and sighed softly.
What is the difference between the kind of rhetoric just now and the primary school students who fail to quarrel and say harsh words and ask their parents to sue their parents
He was being forcibly demoted.
The author has something to say: Chen Zhan: Again, I am a good person.