Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"That really is..."

Yin Su chuckled and shook his head, then clasped his hands together and obediently closed his eyes under the young man's gaze.

The young man neatly pinned a crown made of stiff cardboard to his head.

"How about we sing you a birthday song?"

The young man stared at the crown on Yin Su's head, which seemed out of character, and then chuckled as if he had thought of something funny. "Let me make it clear first, I'm tone-deaf."

Upon hearing this, the four looked troubled, fearing that Yin Su would nod in agreement.

"Tone deaf?"

Yin Su frowned, as if pondering what wish to make, and upon hearing this, said, "Then sing it too."

“Sing together.”

Yin Su issued a gentle ultimatum to the group of four.

Bo Bing gloated and flicked the lighter twice before reluctantly joining the four in singing the birthday song.

All five of them were actually a bit reserved, and each of them sang awkwardly in their own way. It's rare for ordinary people to see such a scene: a few guys who looked like they had bad intentions surrounding the movie star, singing a birthday song while staring at a melted cake.

Although the cake didn't look very appealing, the group still shared it as a late-night snack.

Having not eaten all night, Bo Bing wolfed down the jujube tea and small sweet cookies served by the servant next to her. After eating her fill, she pulled the thin blanket behind Yin Su's sofa and curled up lazily like a cat.

The man ate with elegance, a pleasure to behold, unlike Bo Bing who had the ferocity of someone starving. It was a sight to behold.

Sun Qiuping was astonished by Bo Bing's eating habits; he had never seen an artist under his management eat so much.

"Um, Professor Bo Bing, I have a few questions, but I don't know the answers..."

Sun Qiuping couldn't resist his curiosity.

"speak."

Bo Bing nestled in the spot where Yin Su had been sitting, staring at the guy next to her who was leisurely eating cake, like a cuckoo occupying a magpie's nest. "Don't call me teacher, just call me Bo Bing."

"So you're not a celebrity anymore?"

Sun Qiuping stared at the young man, as if trying to read something from his face. "I've seen some of your videos. Fans have said that your skills are unmatched among the younger generation in the entertainment industry."

"No," Bo Bing didn't hide it, knowing he was referring to those match videos. "I'm unemployed now."

Yin Su's grip on the fork tightened involuntarily. He turned to correct him, "I've never seen an unemployed bum like you."

"There are many things you haven't seen."

The young man raised his head.

"Then why are you unwilling to renew the contract? As far as I know, the terms offered by Tianci are quite good for the industry, right?"

"You'd have to ask your boss why they think I'm valuable."

Bo Bing touched Yin Su's right hand with a half-smile, only to have it instantly grabbed by the other man. The young man gave the man a slight glare.

“Staying with me will at least save you a lot of trouble,” Yin Su smiled gently. When the group of four couldn’t see him, he held the young man’s hand and slowly applied pressure, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. “You’ll have plenty of resources to choose from.”

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Yin Su was simply throwing out bait in a very seductive way, as if he wasn't the one who had previously signed the contract of servitude for Bo Bing.

Upon hearing this, the group of four vaguely realized the young man's importance in Yin Su's heart.

Yin Su's promise was certainly not an empty promise. Countless people have gone to great lengths to get on the good side of this three-time Golden Horse Award-winning actor. Even top idols like Bai Zixiu wanted to climb this tree to transform their careers. If you were to get one or two top-rated movies from Yin Su, it would basically mean opening the door to the film industry, and invitations would come flooding in like snowflakes.

This shows just how much influence this guy has in the entertainment industry.

The group of four thought that this guy was no ordinary person, since his shrewd and calculating boss was so eager to curry favor with him.

"Should I choose first?"

"of course."

"How could I not know you?" Bo Bing tried to pull her left hand away twice, but couldn't. She frowned and used her right hand to slap his hand. "You're afraid that I'll sign it and then turn around and sell it off to you. You dare to say that contract is without problems?"

"no problem."

Yin Su directly grabbed the young man's two hands that were causing trouble, clasped them in his palms, and remained completely calm. His composure and shamelessness were so impressive that the four people who already knew there was something wrong with the contract secretly gave him a thumbs up.

"That's weird."

The young man clearly did not believe it.

"I can't bear to sell it either."

Yin Su suddenly became serious, staring into the eyes of the young man who was trying to pull his hand back. "I'm telling the truth."

Bo Bing was momentarily stunned by the other person's beauty, and the skin on her hands began to burn. Before the system could even announce anything, she forcefully pulled her hand back, curled up, and glared at the other person, saying, "Who cares about you?"

Afraid of hurting his wound, Yin Su carefully let go of his hand, watching as the man tucked his hands into his pockets, curled up in the thin blanket, gently clenched his fingers, and smiled helplessly, "I thought I'd hear some nice words on my birthday."

The young man hummed twice, seemingly not agreeing with his statement.

“There’s another question,” Xiao Peilin adjusted his glasses, “How did you find this place? This is the seventy-ninth floor.”

Although each floor has a terrace, Xiao Peilin noticed that the extremely thin safety netting on the terraces to prevent falls had been deliberately opened. Although the netting looked thin, it was not as fragile as he had imagined. Ordinary people could not break it open by force without the help of tools.

There's also a huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling window with a movable window on the side. The glass is bulletproof, and the smart internal lock on the window is extremely secure. It's a lock that can't be opened from the outside without hydraulic clamps, yet this young man managed to open it directly.

If word got out that this lock company's stock price would drop for three months. Moreover, the smart lock is connected to the room's central control system. Xiao Peilin had just opened his laptop to verify the central control system's settings, only to find that not only did the camera not capture the young man carrying the suitcase, but even though the smart lock was damaged, the central control system did not issue an alarm.

This can no longer be described as abnormal.

He believed anyone who said Bo Bing was an assassin or a secret agent. He could reach the outer perimeter of the 79th floor without any equipment. Even professional corporate spies would have to weigh their own lives against the lives of their targets.

Bo Bing, of course, wouldn't say that this was the system's navigation. After finally getting out of the station and arriving at her destination, she found herself empty-handed. So she hurriedly found a cake shop that was about to close. She not only bought cake packaging boxes and raincoats specially provided for rainy days, but also played a silly game of kicking cans with the shop owner's son and a few young boys under the awning outside the shop late at night. She also spent an extra 500 yuan to expedite the process, just to have them add an order before they closed.

The hardships involved are beyond what outsiders can understand.

The young man shut his mouth, his eyes shifting slightly under the scrutinizing gazes of the others as he pondered his words.

Differential treatment

The mechanical sound of the Alfa Romeo provides an incisive assessment.

Ok.

Actually, it was because someone's gaze was so inquisitive that Bo Bing had to admit that being good-looking was an advantage. If it were Guan Yinshan with that same inquisitiveness, she would have pretended not to see him and gone to sleep long ago.