Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"what happened?"

"Nephew, what's wrong?"

Guan Yinshan and Zhou Tao asked questions at the same time.

Bo Bing licked the side of her teeth, her brain racing.

How to do it?

"Captain Guan, is this all over for me now?"

Bo Bing did not answer the two of them, but looked directly at Guan Yinshan and asked him a question, her tone carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

Guan Yinshan rarely saw the young man with such a serious expression. The way the young man's face darkened made him feel a little uncomfortable, but there was a familiar look in his expression—from the edited images of Bo Bing that fans had posted on Weibo.

The same cold and gloomy face.

Even though Bo Bing is currently in a sorry state, with his attire and messy hair, calling him a vagrant would be an overestimation, but his sharp aura is in no way inferior to anyone else's.

"Nothing."

Guan Yinshan looked at him and said, "If they have any, they'll contact you. Just leave two numbers that you can reach later."

“Okay,” Bo Bing stood up immediately. “Then please process my discharge procedures right away. I have other things to do.”

Guan Yinshan didn't say anything, but Monkey said he would take care of it himself.

"Brother Bing, what's the matter that's so urgent?" Zhou Zhiyang finally had a chance to speak. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

Zhou Tao also stood up. "Xiao Wen, you go with Officer Hou and get the discharge papers done first. If there are any outstanding fees, pay them all at once."

Zhou Tao is quite thorough in her work.

The underling nodded and followed.

"What time is it?" Bo Bing hadn't checked the time much in the days since he went blind; time had become a vague concept for him. He sighed. "There's someone very important to me; it's their birthday tomorrow, and I have to go..."

He paused.

Then he spoke again.

"I need to go see him..."

“It’s one o’clock in the afternoon,” Zhou Tao said, glancing at his phone. “When Xiao Wen gets back, he’ll drive you straight to the airport. Where are you flying to? I’ll ask a friend to buy you a ticket now.”

The airport isn't exactly close by, so having someone help you would be ideal.

Bo Bing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go to Shanghai."

"Magic City?"

Zhou Tao looked at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything. He directly asked the other person to check the nearest flight from X City to Shanghai. "There are some, but they arrive around 10 pm. Are you sure you want to buy this ticket?"

"This is the one, thank you, Boss Zhou."

Bo Bing thanked him sincerely and returned the money.

Zhou Tao waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing, and did not take the money that Bo Bing returned. He gruffly refused, "Take the money. When you get there, call your uncle and have him send the phone to you. We'll call each other then to discuss the follow-up matters."

The subsequent events—referring to the conditions set by Bo Bing—are not a good time now, given that Yin Shan is present. Zhou Tao is well aware of this, but he subtly hints at it to Bo Bing.

After all, Bo Bing really did save Zhou Zhiyang. His son told him about how Bo Bing protected him inside, and Zhou Tao was quite satisfied with this young man, Bo Bing.

It's worth it for him to spend a little money to win them over.

Bo Bing didn't refuse and directly stuffed the three thousand yuan into his migrant worker bag.

"So soon?" Guan Yinshan crossed his arms and teased him, "Going to see your girlfriend?"

Bo Bing paused for a moment as she packed her things.

"No."

He slung his bag over his shoulder and let out a soft sigh. "Maybe he's someone more important than a girlfriend."

“Alright, see you next time,” Guan Yinshan straightened up, his expression solemn. “On behalf of the X City Police Department and its people, I thank you for your help in this operation.”

"See you next time, Captain Guan."

Bo Bing straightened up, nodded slightly to the Zhou family father and son, and then followed Xiao Wen, who had returned, out of the house.

—The plane takes off.

In the instant of weightlessness, Bo Bing felt dizzy.

Countless scenes from his past and present lives flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Breaking into a cold sweat.

Even the flight attendants next to him gathered around to ask if he was feeling unwell.

Bo Bing accepted the warm water offered by the flight attendant, and groggily thanked the pretty flight attendant, but the overwhelming feeling of nausea churning inside her could not be erased.

The icy flames burned through the young man's mind, melting his icy thoughts into a black tide that mercilessly devoured him.

And so, the nerves that had been rotting deep in the cold ocean twitched and suddenly melted away.

The plane pierced through the night and rain, ushering in the second chapter of someone's life.

the other side.

Under the spotlight, his handsome face was almost comparable to that of a god.

Yin Su wore a dark gray bespoke suit, his hair was tied into a casual low ponytail, a medieval aristocratic-style scarf was neatly pressed against his collar, and a bright red camellia was pinned to his chest, looking delicate and beautiful.

The staff and industry professionals invited to the internal screening held their breath as they watched the award-winning actor walk to the front row under the spotlight.

This was Yin Su's first public appearance since he claimed to be ill a month ago, and the media's flashbulbs never stopped.

No matter how many times you've seen Yin Su, you'll always be drawn to his excessively handsome face.

But today, this movie star seems to be in a bad mood?

Director Wang Chang clearly sensed this.

The powerful aura emanating from the other party was almost affecting the staff. Even though they saw him smiling, it was as if he were some kind of unspeakable evil spirit, and the smile did not reach the depths of his captivating peach blossom eyes.

The crimson dot between his brows was also releasing a chilling, malevolent aura, like a terrifying vortex, captivating and alluring.

Yin Su crossed his legs casually, his well-defined fingers lightly tapping the armrests of the chair.

The actor's agent, Sun, and He Jinlan, who were sitting behind him, seemed a little uneasy.

Others were unaware of the inside story, but they knew it all.

The man's expression remained a perfectly gentle smile, as warm as a spring breeze. But only those who knew him well knew that Yin Su was now like a terrifying iceberg about to reveal the remaining ninety percent of its true nature.

Nobody knows when another cruise ship will be like the Titanic.