At ten o'clock in the evening, the recording site of "100% Ghost".
As soon as Xu Bianzhou asked his assistant to pick up the unconscious Xu Baijing, he was surrounded by media swarming up, and the flashing spotlights could illuminate half the sky.
"Mr. Xu Bianzhou, can you respond to your adopted son Xu Baijing's controversial performance on the show?"
"Mr. Xu, is it because your adopted son is afraid of ghosts and gods because he does a lot of bad things on a daily basis? Will Xu Baijing continue to perform in the arts?"
"Mr. Xu..."
Xu Bianzhou couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed away the microphone that was in front of him, and shouted angrily:
"-enough!"
The reporters suddenly fell silent, but only after two seconds of silence, they came together again like a chicken blood.
"Mr. Xu" "Mr. Xu, your adopted son..." "Please respond positively, Mr. Xu!"
"I'll pay you this amount, and I'll buy all your media to shut up." Xu Bianzhou gestured, "Your boss should have been notified. Tomorrow, I will let the program crew, hostess, and so-called ghosts disclose to Xu Baijing. Apologies, everything is self-directed and acted by them for the sake of popularity."
It is not a day or two for Xu Bianzhou to deal with Xu Baijing's aftermath.
But this is the first time that such a big disturbance has occurred, and it was a live broadcast. With the witness of millions of viewers, there is almost no room for change. But fortunately Xu Bianzhou is rich.
Shut up the media, remove trending searches, and ask relevant people to apologize.
Xu Baijing is so high-profile, wishing the whole world knew that he had a CEO father named Xu Bianzhou. These must be done, otherwise he will lose the people of Xu Bianzhou, and let him put his face in front of his subordinates and colleagues.
Xu Bianzhou said with a gloomy expression: "So now, bring your cameras and microphones and get out!"
The reporters present were in an uproar.
Paying so much money just to buy the media to shut up is really rich.
Xu Bianzhou said so, they dare not take pictures for the time being, but they didn't back down, but waited for the notice from their superiors.
Almost at the same time that Xu Bianzhou's voice fell, the whole scene rang one after another.
"Hello? Boss, I'm on the set of "Phantom 100%"... yes, I met Mr. Xu, do you want to stop filming?"
Xu Bianzhou looked pale.
See, money can make a ghost turn a millstone.
The so-called media in this era are just the mouthpiece of capital, especially the entertainment media.
"Go away after the phone call," Xu Bianzhou said arrogantly, "I'm rushing back to the company, the US stock market will open in half an hour, you can't afford to delay."
The reporters didn't move, looking hesitant.
They looked at each other, and said:
"My boss said the filming continued."
"My family is the same. The filming continues. The news will be broadcast on time tomorrow morning."
"Coincidentally..."
Xu Bianzhou's complexion changed: "What are you doing? You don't do anything after receiving money? Or do you think you don't have enough money?"
The entertainment reporter closest to Xu Bianzhou whispered: "Mr. Xu, my boss said that the money you transferred has been refunded to the original account, because another customer named Muse paid ten times your price. The news was reported as scheduled.”
"So are we."
Xu Bianzhou: "..."
impossible!
The price he offered was already outrageous, but if it was increased by ten times, even he would have to sell his real estate to make up the price.
Muse? foreigners
"Why don't you give us ten times more than this one?" One of the entertainment reporters suggested, and all the entertainment reporters seemed ready to move, "Then let's get out immediately."
Other entertainment journalists echoed: "That's right. Or, you don't have enough money?"
Just like what Xu Bianzhou thought, their Yuji is indeed the mouthpiece of capital. Whoever has the money has the final say.
If Xu Bianzhou has no money, then it will not belong to him.
Xu Bianzhou: "..."
Blue veins popped up on Xu Bianzhou's forehead, and at this moment, Xu Baijing, who was carried by the assistant beside him, woke up leisurely.
Xu Baijing still had a swollen face. He looked at Xu Bianzhou and whispered, "Dad, will you help me? It's just a hundred times. Don't you have this money?"
this money
He calls hundreds of millions 'this little money'? !
I heard Xu Baijing continue to say, the more he said, the more plausible he said: "Before... I was robbed of my role in "Yulong Ye" before, and you didn't do anything. I just wanted to take a friend to a certain place in the Pacific Ocean a few days ago. Playing around on the island, you said that the island was bought by a private person at a high price!"
"You are my father, but you can't do anything, and now I'm going to be ridiculed by the whole country again!" Xu Baijing sobbed twice, "I know, it's just because I'm not my own..."
"I'm not my own" and "like when I was a child", these two sentences are Xu Bianzhou's Achilles heel.
He weighed it with a sullen face, and reluctantly said: "Twenty times, I will pay twenty times on my original basis, so you guys shut up."
The entertainment reporters stopped talking.
After a while, one of the entertainment reporters whispered: "The customer said that no matter how much you pay, they will pay you ten times."
Anyway, not bad money.
Xu Baijing was impatient: "Dad!!"
The assistant at the side suddenly held a headset, carefully held it in front of Xu Bianzhou, and said, "Mr. Xu, a strange call came in just now, saying that he wanted to chat with you, it might be...over there."
This is what smart people do, Xu Bianzhou finally heaved a sigh of relief, it seems that the other party is not a fool, maybe they are just bluffing. How can anyone really pay that much money
When Xu Bianzhou put on the earphones, he suddenly felt a strange feeling. It was clearly midsummer, but he felt like stepping into a hole in the ice, and his back felt cold.
From the other side of the microphone, a young boy's voice came from far and near. He didn't speak, just hummed.
It's an oddly tuned nursery rhyme.
Xu Baijing trembled all over when he heard this voice, his face was pale, and he stretched out his hands to hug his head: "Dad, it's, it's a ghost, save me..."
"Enough!" The voice made Xu Bianzhou feel his heart tremble, he stopped and said, "Say what you have to say, don't make a fool of yourself."
Over the microphone, the nursery rhyme stopped.
The phone seemed to be picked up by another person. Soon, Xu Bianzhou heard a man's voice:
"Are you Xu Baijing's parent?"
It was a very polite voice, even like a nobleman in the middle ages.
Even to someone like Xu Bianzhou who is used to giving orders, the opposite party has an aura that cannot be underestimated. The creepy chill has not dissipated, and even intensified.
Xu Bianzhou's momentum involuntarily weakened a bit: "It's me, why, stop beating around the bush. I know you don't have enough money..."
"Money?" The man suddenly smiled, and his tone was a bit compassionate, and said, "No, sir, don't say a hundred times, the price you mentioned is a thousand times and we are not short of it."
"I just pity you."
Xu Bianzhou laughed back angrily, and asked incredulously: "Pity? Damn, what do I need your pity for? I have a successful career and a happy family. I am—"
"Sorry, Mr. Xu, let me ask again," the man had to interrupt him, asking, "Are you Xu Baijing's parent? Does Xu Baijing feel the same way?"
Xu Baijing: "What the hell do you mean..."
"You are really sympathetic."
The man sighed softly and said, "In my opinion, you can only be regarded as a humanoid cash machine."
Or fully automatic.
"I'm also a parent, and I understand it very well, because my children are 100 million times better than your social garbage." Sauron finally stopped being merciless, and he snapped his fingers, "If you don't believe me, why not try it now."
In the next second, the street lamp disconnected with a 'snap', and the whole block was plunged into darkness.
"What's going on, power outage?" The entertainment journalists were still psychologically strong, a little panicked, but there was no pushing.
But Xu Bianzhou is different.
He clearly saw that at the last second before the street lights went out, two shadows were clearly reflected at Xu Baijing's feet.
"Ah!!! Ah!! Dad, help!!!" Xu Baijing must have recalled the experience not long ago, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, crying desperately, "Dad!"
Xu Bianzhou's heart softened. Sure enough, Xu Baijing still relied on him. He took two steps towards Xu Baijing: "Don't be afraid, Dad will protect you."
Xu Baijing looked at him in amazement: "Behind you..."
Xu Bianzhou felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly realized that his shoulders became heavy at some point. He turned his head and saw the face of the last suture doll.
The doll was very weird, it was actually laughing, and it was crying like a baby while laughing. Xu Bianzhou gritted his teeth and pulled, but the doll seemed to be stuck on his back and he couldn't pull it off no matter what.
Now Xu Bianzhou was a little scared, and the rest of the people around them disappeared completely at some point!
Xu Bianzhou walked towards Xu Baijing: "Don't be afraid, Bai Jing, I..."
Unexpectedly, Xu Baijing screamed: "Monster, don't come here!!! Don't come near me!!!"
Xu Bianzhou was stunned, and then said in disbelief: "It's ridiculous."
Xu Bianzhou's car was parked not far away, Xu Baijing scrambled and ran into the car, Xu Bianzhou hurriedly followed, but the car door was locked in front of his eyes.
"Xu Baijing, I'm your father!" Xu Bianzhou couldn't believe what he saw, Xu Baijing looked at him with only fear and hatred, "Do you want to leave me alone in this haunted place?"
Xu Baijing: "I'm sorry, Dad, I still
Young, I really don't want to die... Since you are my dad, and you can't vent your anger on me, silence the media and remove hot searches for me, just think about me for the last time. "
"I, I will worship you in the future, and I will remember you for the rest of my life, you, rest in peace."
After saying this, Xu Baijing stepped on the accelerator tremblingly, and the car flew away like an arrow.
Xu Bianzhou stayed where he was, staring blankly at the car going away.
The doll that was glued to the back had loosened at some point. Xu Bianzhou took a closer look. It was just an old electric doll with a speaker, and it would only repeat a monotonous piece of audio.
Just a dilapidated doll can make Xu Baijing completely abandon him.
Xu Bianzhou finally understood that being disappointed with someone turned out to be an instant thing.
At this moment, Xu Bianzhou didn't feel sad or angry, just very tired. Xu Bianzhou threw the doll on the spot, took two steps forward, and returned to the original position unconsciously.
The entertainment reporters have already filmed enough material, and they are leaving the scene in twos and threes, presumably the news tomorrow morning will be very exciting. The entertainment journalists were actually a bit conscientious, at this time Xu Bianzhou appeared in a daze, one paparazzi handed the assistant a pack of tissues, the other paparazzi bought him two bottles of water, and advised the assistant to untie him more.
Xu Baijing has never done things that even strangers would do. He only asks for money and resources, and desperately blames everything that Xu Bianzhou failed to do.
Xu Bianzhou suddenly wanted to laugh out loud.
The assistant was looking at him worriedly: "Mr. Xu, where did you go just now? Where's the young master?"
Xu Bianzhou didn't want to say more.
The assistant said: "As for the matter of the media, if we want to continue to increase the price, or..."
Xu Bianzhou closed his eyes and waved his hands tiredly:
"No more, let them go."
"From now on, don't call me Master Xu Baijing again."
the other side.
The Maybach was driving smoothly, and Wen Xingze was sitting in the co-driver, lowering his head and swiping WeChat:
Death Trio (3)
[Don’t change your name if you lose weight to eighty catties: Xiaowen, Zhu Bo and I have been picked up, do you want to pick you up along the way?]
[bobo: Damn, do you know whose car we are in now? According to my judgment from the license plate and model, this seems to be Chi Yan's car! ! !]
[I see Xingzhe: It's okay, I have someone to pick it up too]
…
Wen Xingze put down his phone and looked at the person in the driver's seat.
Chi Yan's brows were deep and indifferent, he stared ahead with no expression on his face. After ten o'clock, the whole city fell into a deep sleep, and the dim lights in the car seemed to isolate a small parallel universe.
It started to rain outside.
Chi Yan didn't seem to want to talk very much, probably trying to avoid the question Wen Xingze wanted to ask.
But Wen Xingze was a bit mean-spirited when facing Chi Yan, so he asked:
"Mr. Chi, did you come to pick me up on purpose?"
Chi Yan paused, and opened his lips: "Lu—"
Wen Xingze: "Passing by? What a coincidence."
Chi Yan didn't change his face: "The road is smooth, come to test the new car."
Wen Xingze: "..." It's not impossible.
Wen Xingze felt that Chi Yan had worked very hard, and he shouldn't make it difficult for him anymore.
Chi Yan signaled Wen Xingze to open the glove box in front of him, and Wen Xingze opened it to see that there were all kinds of candies, chocolates and snacks, and they were Wen Xingze's favorite flavors.
This surprised Wen Xingze, he looked at Chi Yan: "?" This is
Chi Yan said concisely: "There are children at home."
"Oh," Wen Xingze peeled off the lollipop, oh, and said, "Child."
It should be nephews and nieces, Chi Yan doesn't look like someone who will marry secretly.
However, Wen Xingze originally thought it was prepared for him.
"You can think so too." Chi Yan didn't see Xingzhe.
Wen Xingze: "...Mr. Chi, please stop reading minds for now, thank you, I surrender."
As expected, Chi Yan stopped talking, turned his face sideways, and slightly curved the end of his eyes.
He seemed to be in a good mood. Wen Xingze thought.
The film and television city is very small, and it only takes more than ten minutes to drive from the tourist area to the hotel. Because it started to rain outside, Chi Yan took an umbrella and sent Wen Xingze to the eaves.
It was very late at night, and there was only one dozing doorman in front of the hotel gate.
After Wen Xingze said goodbye to Chi Yan, he suddenly had a question, turned around and asked Chi Yan: "Are you going to sleep when you go back?"
This is indeed a strange question, Wen Xingze thought that Chi Yan would give an answer casually.
But Chi Yan glanced at him, then suddenly reached out and touched Wen Xingze's head, saying, "I'm not like some kids."
Wen Xingze felt that Chi Yan's gesture of touching his head was really like petting a cat or teasing a dog, and he doubted that Chi Yan was connoting him.
But Chi Yan's expression was too plain and serious, even if he was joking, he looked like the head teacher was talking about a math problem.
Wen Xingze protested with a lollipop in his mouth: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
"..." Chi Yan was silent for a moment, then reached out to take the lollipop from Wen Xingze's mouth, "What did you say?"
Wen Xingze repeated: "I am twenty-four this year, please don't slander me."
Wen Xingze rarely saw Chi Yan with such a rich expression outside the scene.
The corners of his lips were flattened, but his eyes were obviously smiling, and now he didn't hide from Xingzhe with a smile.
Chi Yan said, "Really? I thought it was four years old."
"Stop, laughing and getting angry again." After saying this, Wen Xingze lowered his head and bit off Chi Yan's lollipop with a whimper, and said vaguely, "Good night, Teacher Chi."
Wen Xingze put one hand in his pocket and walked away.
After taking two steps, he turned back, closed his eyes and made a shooting gesture to Chi Yan, probably threatening him not to laugh. However, it did remind Chi Yan of the neighborhood kid who bought a toy gun for the first time.
But it has to be admitted.
Even if Wen Xingze was holding an inflatable toy gun with rainbow jelly in the shells, he could still accurately snipe Chi Yan.
Chi Yan didn't turn around until Wen Xingze's figure completely disappeared at the corner of the corridor.
The children's mischief is over, and the adults' war has just begun.
But kids don't need to know that.
The secretary and the driver had already arrived, and they bowed slightly to Chi Yan. Chi Yan nodded indifferently, sat in the back seat, and the driver stepped on the accelerator.
Two or three minutes later, the hour hand was about to point to half past ten.
It was also at this time that Chi Yan's cell phone rang, he pressed it casually, and answered the phone perfunctorily: "Hello."
Xu Baijing has two adoptive fathers who are in the country at this time, one is Xu Bianzhou, and the other is the one who is talking to Chi Yan at this time, Xu Yan.
Every time Xu Baijing encounters something, these two must be on the front line, but today Xu Bianzhou is silent.
Of course the rest is Xu Yan.
"Mr. Chi, I don't remember when I offended you or the Chi family," Xu Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone has their own business, I just want to vent my anger on my child, why do you have to do it for an unrelated person?" The important 18th-line starlet..."
In the face of insignificant people, Chi Yan didn't want to waste his words.
But Xu Yan is just the opposite, he has a bad temper and talks a lot.
At first, Chi Yan turned on the speakerphone and listened casually, but later he didn't even bother to listen, so he pressed the mute button and opened the magazine to read a few pages.
He didn't turn on the mute again until he felt that Xu Yan had finished speaking. Chi Yan didn't respond to any of Xu Yan's questions. He looked at his watch and only said one sentence:
"At 10:30, the U.S. stock market opens, you might as well go and have a look."
The phone hangs up.
This day was just the beginning, and for the next three months Xu Yan was obsessed with something, and couldn't care less about Xu Baijing's affairs.
— At 10:30 that night, the U.S. stock market opened. The listed company under Xu Yan's name, which is mainly profitable, plummeted at the opening.
As if being manipulated by someone in the dark, and as if offending someone who shouldn't be offended, all the scandals that the company had covered up were exposed overnight, and shareholders ran away with money.
Only a little bit, it will enter the bankruptcy liquidation process.
Wen Xingze saw the news in the morning paper the next day, and felt that things in the world were impermanent, but he never guessed that this matter had anything to do with him.
This evening, "Zai Zai Development Plan".
"Congratulations to the parents, the impact on the original novel has reached 20%, and the closed beta phase has been successfully completed! Starting tomorrow, the "Zai Zai Cultivation Plan" will enter the public beta, with 10,000 new players and 10 million viewers on the live channel."
"Congratulations to the parents, the branch mission has been successfully completed! The Light Tower Cosmic Express System has officially opened!"
"In order to operate the cosmic express and the game public beta smoothly, the system will undergo a 12-hour upgrade. The public beta version including the express system will be officially launched at 9:00 am tomorrow, and the rules are now announced as follows."
[Guangta Universe Express System]
System description: Are you heartbroken because you can't really get in touch with Zai Zai? Do you want to personally change the life for Zai Zai? Do you want to give Zai Zai a small surprise in ordinary daily life? Guangta Universe Express, satisfying all your dreams!
System charges: the basic price is 100,000 star coins once, and the fee will be increased according to the specific situation
System rules:
1. Living objects cannot be mailed.
2. Items that will endanger the stability of the parallel universe cannot be mailed (including but not limited to particle cannons, heavy nuclear weapons, spaceships, etc.).
3. Only one item can be mailed in a week, and the mailing time period is from 9:00 to 21:00 every Monday.
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Moderate gaming is good for physical and mental health, I wish you a happy game!