03
Xia Yang chose a guest room as his temporary bedroom, and spent the entire afternoon in the room thinking about issues related to sex and happiness.
Come to think of it, he is an adult man in his early 20s, full of energy and vigor, and his handsome husband can only watch from a distance without "playing", but it is really a bit frustrating.
But if there is no marriage, he will be penniless and have no fixed place to live, where can he go.
The cheap dad of the original owner has already said "the water thrown out by a married son"...
While I was thinking hard, my phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was the agent and boss of the original owner: Tong Wei.
The original owner was a former member of a certain boy band. The band was disbanded less than two years after its establishment and left no outstanding works. Currently, he is the only one of the four members who is still with his current agency.
After briefly recalling the short career of the original owner, Xia Yang answered the phone: "Hello, Brother Tong, are you looking for me?"
"Well," the man on the phone said, "an investor will come over tomorrow afternoon to discuss cooperation. You can go to the drinking party in the evening. Be smart and sweet, and be sure to make people happy."
Xia Yang thought for a while: "Okay, I will go there on time."
If he could get the investors, he wouldn't have to worry about running out of money. Then he would be able to reject Han Yi and the plastic family of the original owner forcefully.
He must seize this opportunity!
In the afternoon of the next day, Xia Yang simply blew his hair, put on a casual suit and went out. Although Tong Wei specifically asked him to come to the company to put on makeup for the dinner first, he felt that it was better not to do it too many times.
He looked at the photos in the original owner's album and found that the company's makeup artist's style was too bizarre. Thick black eyeliner, pony eyelashes, unconventional haircut and blowjob, purple lips...
The original owner's face was originally very pure and full of youthfulness, but under this outfit, he seemed to have escaped into the devil's path, extremely charming.
He decided not to let makeup artists touch his face from now on. He should use his magical powers. Thank you!
The dinner venue was set at a high-end Cantonese restaurant. When we entered the private room, the investors hadn't arrived yet. Only Tong Wei and another young person from the company arrived first.
"Brother Yang!" Xiao Xianrou greeted him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Brother Yang, your style has changed!"
"Well, I've become a normal person." Xia Yang said truthfully.
Tong Wei looked at him for a few seconds, then walked over and raised his arm to pull his collar down a little: "If the collar is lowered, Chun Yu Feng will suit you."
Xia Yang: "..."
While he was talking, the door of the private room opened, and the waiter led a middle-aged man with a stout figure and a slightly bald head to appear at the door.
"Hey, you're here!" Tong Wei immediately ran over when he saw someone, and nodded very humbly, "Look, I just finished ordering, and you didn't even call me when I arrived, so I could go pick you up in person. .”
The investor snorted and didn't seem to be listening to him seriously. He looked around with green bean-like eyes, and his eyes fell on Xia Yang's face and became fixed.
"Who is this?"
Tong Wei quickly pulled the person over and introduced him: "This is a newcomer that our company is highly interested in. His name is Xia Yang. He is responsible for the appearance and can sing and dance well. Their boy band is very popular right now. They package it up and make it a big hit."
Xia Yang was stunned. Oh my God, if Niu agrees, he would rather brag about it! The little stick group disbanded at the beginning of the year, okay
Unconscionably, he did not reveal the truth. He politely extended his hand to the investors and said with a smile: "Please take good care of me in the future."
The middle-aged man held his hand and said with hidden meaning: "I will take care of you if you make me happy."
Xia Yang: "..."
The back of my hand was pinched twice, not lightly but not hard. It was hot and uncomfortable. A few words popped into his mind - salty pig hands.
However, the "salty pig" did not do anything else except pinch his hand twice. After letting go, he took out a business card from his pocket and gave it to him: "Put it away, my business card. This will be the beginning of your life." The ultimate magic weapon."
I went and was remanded in custody... Xia Yang was embarrassed.
He took the business card and looked down. The name "Magic Weapon" instantly made him want to laugh - Gou Wuliang.
Tsk, what a good name, documentary-oriented!
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dog." He said politely.
"What the hell, don't call me that!" Gou Wuliang frowned, seeming to be repulsed by this title.
Xia Yang changed his mind again, "Does that mean you are an unscrupulous president?"
"Not even!"
In the end, both the dog boss and the unscrupulous boss were ruthlessly passed, and Gou Wuliang gave them a unified title-"Fa Cai Boss".
That’s what people in the industry call it.
We sat down around the table, and after a while, the waiter started serving dishes.
At the wine table, Tong Wei gave Gou Wuliang a rainbow fart, along with painted cakes, and the little fresh meat who came with him served him tea and wine, serving him like a real father.
Xia Yang chose the seat closest to the corner, just wanting to be a quiet cook.
It's quite an expensive restaurant, so it's a pity to waste it.
The two of them chatted here and there, and Gou Wuliang finally came to the main topic.
"At the beginning of this year, our company invested in several film and television projects, and my buddy's company also sponsored several major variety shows. It only takes a minute to make a new star famous. I also have a fund. If you want to raise funds, I can also consider it... "
"As expected of Mr. Fa Cai, he is awesome at everything he does!" Tong Wei poured himself a full glass of wine with trembling hands, "Mr. Fa Cai, whether we can ascend depends on you. I will do it, you can do whatever you want!"
After saying this, he raised his head and drank a toast.
"Wait a minute," Gou Wuliang pressed down his wine glass and made a gesture, "I'm not interested in you. I want to see Xiaoxia's sincerity."
He tilted his eyes and looked at the strongest cook in the corner, "If you want to get resources from me, you must drink five cups of it first."
Tong Wei was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he quickly pushed the full glass of wine to Xia Yang's hand and urged him: "Why are you still standing there? Go and toast to Mr. Fortune!"
Xia Yang had to break away from concentrating on the meal and sipped at the full glass of wine.
The whiskey rock cup has a wide belly and a large mouth. At first glance, it looks like a draft beer.
If he drank five glasses of wine, he would probably have to be carried out sideways.
He raised his eyes, picked up the wine glass and said to Gou Wuliang: "I have a poor drinking capacity. I will definitely be rude if I drink too much. In this case, I offer you two glasses. Good things come in pairs. All my sincerity is in the wine."
After saying that, he twisted his nose and drank the glass of wine.
The whiskey was strong and choking, and it was burning from the throat to the stomach after drinking it. Xia Yang had never drunk such a strong drink before, and she was almost in tears after drinking it.
After the first cup, I endured the discomfort and drank the second cup.
I thought that such sincerity was enough to impress Gou Wuliang, but unexpectedly the old man stared at his slightly red face and slowly raised three fingers: "There are still three glasses left. If you miss one glass, I will think you are insincere!"
Xia Yang: "..."
This old guy can't understand, can he
He closed his eyes, pressed his throbbing temples, and said, "Gou... Mr. Fa Cai, two cups is really my limit. If I drink more, I will do military-style boxing. Please forgive me."
Seeing this, another little fresh meat hurriedly tried to rescue him.
"Mr. Fortune, Brother Yang is allergic to alcohol. If I don't do military boxing, I will accompany you!"
"Yes, yes, we will accompany you," Tong Wei also said to himself a full cup, "I always want to drink as much as I want to get rich, and we will accompany you!"
Xia Yang cast a grateful look at them, but unexpectedly Gou Wuliang grabbed his wrist on the table.
"Young man, in this circle, you have to be obedient to get things done. I said before that if you make me happy, I will take care of you. Don't be disrespectful."
The dirty tricks struck again, and Xia Yang was so full of shit that he wanted to do military boxing even if he wasn't drunk at the moment.
"I'm sorry, I really can't obey you on this matter."
He doesn't know how to appreciate people yet. He has to die once. Only a fool would wrong himself in the stinking wine table culture.
What's more, after chatting for so long, he also secretly searched Qiqicha, but he really couldn't figure out what kind of incredible resources this rich man could always give them.
Tong Wei was so anxious on the side that he kicked his heels under the table and tried his best to warn him with his eyes, but Xia Yang pretended not to see these things and just regarded him as nothing and ignored him the whole time.
Reluctantly, the boss had no choice but to sit over with a smiling face and toast Gou Wuliang twice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xia Yang is young, so don't worry about offending Mr. Fortune. We all hope to support you and make a fortune!"
Gou Wuliang said something that Xia Yang didn't hear clearly. He suddenly felt a little nauseous. I don't know if it was because of the wine or the person.
After drinking a full glass of ice water, he wiped his mouth and stood up and said, "Mr. Fa Cai, Mr. Tong, I have something going on at home. I'm afraid I have to leave first."
Tong Wei looked at him and then at Gou Wuliang. Although he wanted the upright boy to get out of here, he didn't dare to disobey Gou's father's instructions.
"Mr. Fortune, do you think...?"
Gou Wuliang put down his wine glass, stared at Xia Yang and narrowed his eyes: "You can leave, do something for me before you leave."
"What's the matter?" Xia Yang asked.
"I drank a little too much, please help me relieve myself." Gou Wuliang exhaled a breath of alcohol and pointed at him.
This was a tasteful request, and Xia Yang's first reaction was to refuse it. However, in order to get out of here as soon as possible, he still nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I'll help you."
The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. There was no one else on this floor tonight except for their private room. The two of them walked in one after another. As soon as they entered, Gou Wuliang kicked the door shut with a bang.
Xia Yang looked back and quickly looked at the bathroom. There was a men's room inside and a bathroom outside. The only exit was the door behind them.
"What are you looking at?" The man drunkenly took two steps towards him, and the smell of alcohol on his breath was disgusting.
Xia Yang took two steps back and pointed to the men's room inside, "If you want to relieve yourself, please hurry up. I'll wait here."
"Why, you won't come with us?" Gou Wuliang raised his eyebrows maliciously and stretched his big greasy face towards Xia Yang, "You don't understand what I mean, do you? You are very pure, young man?"
Sure enough... Xia Yang knew that this piece of shit had no good intentions.
He curled his fingers and kept calm and said, "I don't understand, and I don't agree. The toilet is too small and I don't like it."
"Ha! Are you talking about stand-up comedy?" Gou Wuliang grinned, reaching out to pull the young man's collar. "If I ask you to..."
Snapped!
Xia Yang slapped him firmly before he finished speaking: "Get out."
The greasy man was dumbfounded for a second, and then became completely irritated. He raised his eyebrows and glared. He picked up the ashtray on the sink and threw it at the other person's face: "You're against me!"
The ashtray is heavy and very powerful. Fortunately, Xia Yang had practiced several moves with a martial arts teacher while filming martial arts movies in her previous life.
Soon enough, he raised his elbow and turned back to block it. The ashtray fell sideways and hit Gou Wuliang's feet.
"Damn it, I'll strangle you to death!" Gou Wuliang yelled in pain and rushed up to strangle his neck. Xia Yang saw the opportunity and raised her knee sharply, giving him a "Jedi's Chicken Kick". ".
"Ouch—" This move completely defeated Gou Wuliang. He held his stomach and rolled on the ground like a shrimp, with all his facial features mixed together in pain.
"You... you dare to hit me... you..."
"I'm going to beat you," Xia Yang sneered, squatting down and grabbing his collar, "Do you really think I'm easy to bully and have no one to back me up? Do you know Han Yi?"
He didn't say any more, stepped over the grinning old man with his long legs, and opened the bathroom door.
Since he couldn't go back to the box, he turned a corner and walked toward the stairs, but unexpectedly bumped into Tong Wei.
As soon as Tong Wei saw him, he ran over and asked, "Just you? Where is Mr. Fortune? Why don't you see anyone?"
Xia Yang pointed to the men's room with an expressionless face: "It's inside, I'm so excited."
Tong Wei: "???"
He ran all the way to the bathroom, and Xia Yang left the hotel door without looking back.
When the fresh air outside floated into his nose, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
It was already dark at this time, and the road was filled with families returning home in a hurry. Xia Yang stood on the street for a while, then took out his cell phone and dialed a number to go out.
A few seconds later, a deep man's voice came from the receiver: "Who is it?"
"I, your fiancée!"
Han Yi on the other end of the phone: "..."
After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "What's the matter?"
"I've thought about it, Mr. Han," Xia Yang closed her eyes and pursed her lower lips, "From now on, I will be yours. If you are free tomorrow, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get married."
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Xia Yang: Husband, stick to your thighs~ (That’s weird, I just want to stick to your golden thighs)