The purchase ratio did not reach 60%. The hot mobile phone was amazingly hot in the palm of the hand, and a little sweat from the side of the cheek was stained on the smooth screen. An Xumo hastily cleaned the screen with a tissue, got up and walked into the bathroom to wash his face.
The clear water drops slowly flowed down the delicate outline, and the fair complexion appeared more transparent after being soaked in water. An Xumo doesn't have the habit of putting on makeup when he practices on weekdays. His own conditions are excellent, and his whole person exudes a sense of clarity unique to teenagers. Although he has a different temperament from Zhou Jinchen, there is no doubt that the two All unconsciously exude extreme attraction to others.
It's just that when An Xumo looked up at himself in the mirror, it was difficult for him to feel confident and at ease.
He thought he would have to change back to his dance practice clothes in the afternoon, but he only put on a pure white pullover T-shirt and black shorts casually. This outfit looked shabby even in the original high school, let alone to meet his brother.
An Xumo was editing the information to ask Tang Tang for leave, while biting the tip of his tongue thinking about the time when the two hadn't seen each other. When he is anxious, he likes to bite the tip of his tongue, which was originally his method to satisfy his hunger. In fact, An Xumo doesn't need to think about it, he is counting the accumulated date every day - the last time he and Zhou Jinshen met was a year ago, three hundred and seventy days have passed, this date can finally be reset to zero, and then Counting from scratch.
Tang Tang called directly, An Xumo's tongue was a little numb, and he tried his best to apologize: "I'm really sorry, there is something very important at home, I will make up the exercises when I come back."
Fortunately, he got a new agent today, and the course has not yet been determined. Tang Tang let go after a few words of advice, An Xumo didn't dare to delay any longer, tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, and left the company in a hurry.
The black Bentley was parked in front of the bank. An Xumo took a look and realized that it was the family's car. He ran over in a hurry, and the middle-aged man with his hair combed back opened the car door. An Xumo thanked him in a low voice, tried to calm down his rapid breathing, and then bent down and sat in the back seat.
The driver and the housekeeper were in the front row, and the man sitting in the back row was naturally the man who had counted to three hundred and seventy. The interior of the car is spacious and elegant, and there is a sound insulation barrier between the front and rear rows. An Xu was not afraid that his voice would be impolite, so he could only try his best to suppress his shortness of breath.
But the other party's first sentence easily broke his pretended calm.
"Why don't you go to school?"
Before An Xumo could decide whether to talk about his signing with Jindian, he was caught off guard by the man's words. Zhou Jin turned over the tablet in his hand, and the cold screen light pierced An Xumo's eyes.
That was his contract with Jindian.
Obviously, what Zhou Jin found out was not only this contract. With a swipe of his long finger, An Xumo saw several thumbnails of his own documents. His performance video, vocal range analysis, and course form are all on it.
His appearance has indeed provided a lot of help to Zhou Jinchen's career, but he was able to win excellent resources as soon as he debuted because of the Zhou family's investment in Jindian Group.
In just a few minutes, Zhou Jinshen got all the information of An Xumo.
The picture finally freezes, and what is magnified is a solemn and joyful admission notice. The school badges of top universities hung brightly at the top, and An Xumo's name began at the beginning of the next line.
The man's voice is still low and moving, even though there are only two short words: "Explain."
An Xumo pinched the seam of his trousers, his voice was slightly vague: "I want... to be a star."
Zhou Jin's deep voice couldn't hear the emotion: "Why didn't you tell the family?"
An Xumo whispered, "Don't bother them about this..."
Before he finished speaking, the tablet was thrown between the two of them with a "snap".
An Xumo looked down, it showed all his expenses for this month. Training, board and lodging, service... and energy drinks.
Zero and zero, except for the mandatory selection, the rest are all the worst levels of the choices provided, and the total is less than 3,000.
Three thousand may be enough for a month or two of living expenses for ordinary students, but for the Zhou family, they spend more than that for a day of cleaning.
An Xumo couldn't keep his mouth shut, the facts were clearly laid out in front of the two of them.
He was kicked out by the Zhou family.
The Zhou family has been in business for three generations, and it is even more prosperous when it comes to Mr. Zhou. He has four sons in total. An Xumo was originally raised by the youngest Zhou Yunshan, but later Zhou Yunshan died of illness, and when he was just three years old, he was fostered at the second-ranked Zhou Yunlin's family, which was Zhou Jinshen's family.
The Zhou family never concealed their rejection of An Xumo.
Zhou Yunshan was smart and well-loved since she was a child, and her business talent was also exceptionally gratifying. He is good everywhere, but in the end he fell in love. When Zhou Yunshan brought An Xumo back, the Zhou family almost exploded - no one thought that the well-known Zhou family consortium and the smooth sailing Young Master Zhou would be determined to help his fiancée raise someone else's son .
An Xumo is not even Zhou Yunshan's seed, his existence is a complete disgrace to the Zhou family. But Zhou Yunshan was unwilling to break off the engagement with his sweetheart, until he became ill later on, and he did not forget to leave An Xu Motuo alone to his second brother who only had one child.
After Zhou Yunshan's death, the Zhou family changed An Xumo back to his mother's surname. They admitted that they had raised foreign surnames for nearly eighteen years, and they had fulfilled their due responsibilities. The day after An Xumo received the university notice, he was completely cut off from all contact. Zhou Jinshen was busy with filming and rushing to make announcements, so he might not be able to go home once a year. No one notified him, so he naturally didn't know about it.
When he left Zhou's house, An Xumo only had the mobile phone that Zhou Jinshen had given him on his previous birthday, and the legacy left to him by Zhou Yunshan before his death. He is underage, Zhou Yunshan's property can only be withdrawn 2,000 per month, Zhou's family paid him the university tuition, but An Xumo no longer wants to continue his studies.
No matter how well he did in the exam and no matter how well he behaved, no one would change his attitude towards him because of this. For the Zhou family, An Xumo was a disgrace from birth.
The problem didn't stop because of this. The Zhou family didn't care about An Xumo signing the contract without authorization, but Zhou Jinchen, who also worked in the circle, couldn't stay out of it. The man's voice was unhurried, falling into An Xumo's ears at close range, and it was as oppressive as his appearance.
"why did not you tell me?"
Zhou Jinshen's aura was already astonishing, but his target was An Xumo, who was always afraid of him. Under such questioning, An Xumo's mind was already confused, and his face became paler: "I'm afraid, I will cause trouble for my brother..."
Zhou Jin stopped him calmly: "Since you don't want to cause trouble, don't call me brother in front of outsiders."
The blood on An Xumo's face faded instantly.
In fact, he fully understands this truth, Zhou Jinshen has his own considerations. The entertainment industry is mixed, and the media can't wait to dig deeper. Zhou Jinshen has always disliked exposing privacy, so naturally he will not make the relationship between the two public. That's why An Xumo signed the contract for so long, and never mentioned Zhou Jinchen to anyone, even Tang Tang didn't know about it.
What really overwhelmed An Xumo was the fact before him that the Zhou family had completely severed ties with him, even handing over the status of guardian. So now, An Xumo is no longer qualified to be called that title.
Zhou Jin cast a deep glance at the thin boy in front of him, his gaze stayed on the blue veins on the back of his pale hand for a moment, and then he quickly looked back. He pressed the intercom button and told the driver a location, and the direction was changed immediately. The expensive car has excellent shock absorption performance, and the steering is so smooth that no bumps can be felt.
When Zhou Jinshen let go of the button, he heard the usual light-hearted other party say in a slightly hoarse voice: "I understand. I will work hard and never disturb senior."
Zhou Jin raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound, his handsome face was somewhat unpredictable. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't help but pause when he saw An Xumo's face.
An Xumo was staring down at the darkened tablet until a slender hand handed over a wet wipe. He raised his head hastily, and heard the man who raised his hand say: "The corner of the mouth."
An Xumo subconsciously wiped it with the back of his hand, and there was a large amount of blood on the back of his white hand.
Only then did he realize that he had bitten the tip of his tongue. After hastily expressing his thanks, An Xumo quickly took the wet wipe from the other party's hand, and carefully wiped off the blood that flowed out.
The carriage calmed down for a moment, and when An Xumo thought of a very important question and wanted to ask, he heard the other party say in his usual low, intoxicating voice: "Outside the camera, you can call me whatever you want."
An Xumo looked up ignorantly, Zhou Jin's side face was perfectly outlined by the light, and at such a close distance, it was enough to soothe his hunger.
"Forget it, senior." Zhou Jin said lightly, "You haven't made your debut yet."
An Xumo originally wanted to ask why he was allowed to participate in the birthday banquet, but Zhou Jinshen's words rushed him to pieces. He sat there in a daze, feeling that he seemed to have ringing in his ears, or he might have made a mistake.
The Bentley, which was driving smoothly, came to a stop slowly. Zhou Jinshen opened the car door and walked down from the side first. The car door at An Xumo's hand was also opened by the butler. He got out of the car in a daze and looked up.
What stood in front of him was not the main entrance of the main house, which was as cold as blood, but a gorgeous and exquisite tall commercial building. Several well-known luxury brands have large signboards outside the walls, and small and expensive new products are displayed in bright windows.
Zhou Jinshen, who was wearing sunglasses, passed by, and turned his head to An Xumo, who was wearing cheap clothes.
"Follow."
Both dance and vocal music require long-term hard practice, and the accumulation of countless days and nights of sweat behind the ease of performance. Hard work is also an essential skill for an artist. Since Jindian began to expand the market of the younger generation, thousands of people come to Jindian every week to sign up for trainees. Appearance conditions are only the first step of screening, the truly cruel and decisive elimination is done silently in daily training.
Jindian's trainees generally need to go through six courses, but after the first course is over, there are less than 10% of those who are willing to persevere.
Those who can survive to the end have experienced rigorous training that others can't imagine. But like many fields, on the road of dance and vocal music, hard work can only improve the lower limit. What really determines the upper limit is the talent that cannot be changed by manpower.