Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Thunderstorm, the sky was leaden gray.

The conference room was lit by white overhead lights.

This meeting is extremely important—external matters that require Yin Su's personal attendance must have a very high priority.

Yin Su finished the meeting and it was already evening.

Regardless of what happened, even if he had something on his mind, Yin Su was still extremely cautious when it came to work matters.

The man sat at the head of the conference table, his long hair neatly tied back, his eyes lowered, flipping through the project documents in his hands, his face still bearing a gentle smile that never wavered.

—Anyone could feel the unusual sense of oppression in the meeting.

The more dangerous something is, the more gentle it should be.

Xiao Peilin pointed out the flaws in the cooperation plan one by one. The salesperson on the other end was still smiling and trying to smooth things over. He was obviously not a good person either and was still hoping to salvage the situation. The situation quickly escalated to a heated stage.

Sophistry and arguments that are loaded with veiled attacks.

As a top-notch special assistant, He Jinlan is quite adept at assessing situations.

When he realized that the meeting had already gone much longer than expected, he signaled to the other party's leader that it was already very late and they should talk again another day.

That's when the negotiations ended.

The person opposite glanced at the silent leader, and could only reluctantly pack up the project proposal in their hands, turn around and leave.

The giant iron horse icon displayed on the last slide of the PPT disappeared instantly from the whiteboard.

After this battle, I finally understood what it meant that Yin Su's team was not to be fooled.

As soon as they entered, they felt uneasy, as if they were surrounded by wolves.

The leader, who appeared to be very gentle and handsome, exuded a terrifying aura that made people's legs go weak just by sitting there. With just one command, he could make the wolf pack attack.

A gentle exterior is just an appearance; the leader of a wolf pack is destined to be more than just a weak ornament.

Instead, it is a blooming flower that draws life force like a poisonous creature.

With the assistance of He Jinlan and Xiao Peilin, Yin Su only raised his own questions and, incidentally, gave a brainwashing-like reverse message.

He Jinlan watched the other party leave, then exchanged a glance with Xiao Peilin.

"Boss, are we really going to cooperate with their people?"

Yin Su looked unusually tired, a sign of overwork.

He thought for a moment, "Let's try to calm them down first."

These guys are coming to my door now, and I can't explain why.

He Jinlan nodded and stood aside sensibly, listening to Yin Su explain to Xiao Peilin the details that needed to be handled in the next meeting.

"Have Li Ling drive me back to the courtyard."

Yin Su stood up, draped his suit jacket over his arm, and stood up.

The neon lights outside the window receded rapidly, gradually turning into afterimages under the mist.

Li Ling glanced at the rearview mirror while the car was parked.

Yin Su was intently typing on his phone.

Bo Bing guessed that he had something important to do, so after dinner, when she saw the message Yin Su had sent her, she slowly sent him another message.

[ICE: Are you done with your work?]

[Flower: Yeah, just got off work]

After Bo Yuntian finished cutting the watermelon for Bo Bing, he tossed it on the bedside table in the ward and then started playing on his phone.

The two brothers came to keep him company at night. The two brothers and Li Feng stayed in the outer room, while Li Laosan, who had already woken up, stayed in the inner room.

Even a fool would know that Bo Bing was brought in as a bodyguard.

Of course, Bo Bing didn't stand on ceremony with Li Dai and demanded 10,000 yuan from him as protection money.

Zheng Yuxiu gave the money very readily, saying that it was just money going from one hand to the other, and that Bo Bing had saved Lao San's life, so the 10,000 yuan was just to buy the child something nice.

Bo Bing checked her phone balance. Fortunately, with the 10,000 yuan, she had over 30,000 yuan.

Of course, starting a business isn't enough, but being able to live comfortably for a while is perfectly fine.

Living off one's savings is not a solution.

A moment later, Bo Yuntian put down his phone, blushed, and moved closer to Bo Bing. On his phone was a message inviting him to go out for a meal.

"Brother? Can I go out and have fun?" He shrank his hands a little shyly. "I just finished my high school entrance exam today. Tomorrow is Sunday, and a female classmate asked me to go to the night market."

Bo Bing didn't react immediately, she just raised her eyelids slightly.

"Aren't you going to play games anymore?"

Bo Bing asked him.

"Hehe, this is the first time a girl has asked me to go to the night market in the park."

The boy awkwardly touched his head.

"Huh? Haha," Li Dai came out leaning on his cane, waving his hand, "You brat, go for a stroll. Is today the last day? In two more days, the temple fair will be over."

"Isn't the temple fair on the 18th?"

Bo Bing looked up, wondering what was wrong with Li Laosan. "It's already the 20th, the stalls have all been taken down, what's there to shop for?"

"Tsk, these young people are celebrating today," Li Feng, who was helping Li Dai out, immediately gave him a look that suggested he was hopeless. "May 20th, 520, that means 'I love you'! Don't you know that? You call yourself young, and you don't even know this... This woman is trying to woo Xiao Yun!"

The distinctive head-shaking, lecturing style of middle-aged men.

Bo Bing was genuinely furious.

Li Laosan immediately transferred 200 yuan to Bo Yuntian, saying that the hospital dinner was not enough and that he should treat his classmate to a nice barbecue or something, to be considerate.

Bo Yuntian reluctantly agreed.

The Li family is relatively open-minded about their child's emotional education. They may also know that Bo Yuntian is a good child, so they don't discipline him too strictly, which has fostered his relatively cheerful personality.

“Oh, I had porridge for dinner and I wasn’t full either,” Bo Bing said, half-lying on the bed, raising an eyebrow. “I want to go eat barbecue too.”

Li Dai took a sip of water and laughed, "You don't have any girls asking you to go to the temple fair, so I'll have Xiaoyun bring you a pancake later."

The two Li brothers had become quite familiar with Bo Bing.

"If you're hungry, open the Dragon Boat Festival gift box that someone brought and eat it."

Li Dai also pointed to the four large gift boxes that Zhi Yu had brought without any hesitation.

"Third Brother, I'll have some too, I'm not full."

"go."

Li Feng chuckled, deftly opened the gift box, and asked the caregiver to help heat up the zongzi in the microwave.

When Yin Su got home, he saw the message on his phone.

[ICE: Have you eaten?]

[Flower: Not yet, just got home]

[Flower: I have a bit of a headache. I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, and I have no appetite.]

Yin Su felt he might have caught a cold today. After taking a hot shower, he wrapped himself in the blanket. The room was quiet, and he felt listless and tired, wanting only to close his eyes.

Red envelope.

Yin Su did not know what the other party meant.

[Flower: Godfather?]

[ICE: Today is May 520th, here's some money for the holiday, go buy some dinner]

[Flower: Sore throat, don't want to eat]

Bo Bing saw the message, thought for a moment, and then typed it in.

[ICE: Do you have any medication?]

[ICE: Take care of yourself, don't always make people worry]

Yin Su wanted to smile, but inexplicably felt a little sad, and his eyes stung, so he buried his head in the blanket.

[Flower: I miss my godfather]

There was a terrifying sense of separation between Feng Tianhan and Bo Bing.

Yin Su felt himself starting to get confused.

He thought he must have been out of his mind, otherwise how could he have written such a thing?

[Flower: Godfather...can you send me a 520?]