Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

It was a very lonely sky, with a somewhat sad rain falling.

A song from the last century inexplicably started playing in my head.

Bo Bing curled up on the bay window of Yin Su's bedroom, wrapped in a thin blanket. The soft, furry touch brought him a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time.

The house was empty. Bo Bing stared at the rain, a hint of dazedness in his snake-like eyes.

My thoughts are in complete disarray.

This pyramid scheme seems to have been resolved. The fake drug factory headquarters in City X was completely shut down, and the health product factory in City L was also uprooted by the police with great efficiency.

After the cleanup is completed, this factory area will most likely be put back into development.

This was inside information that Zhou Tao gave to Bo Bing, and Bo Bing thought that Zhou Tao's information should be fairly accurate.

This may be my first step, but to take over this small pharmaceutical factory in L City, having Zhou Tao as a middleman is not enough, far from enough.

He desperately needs funds to revitalize the industry, and after that, he will have to find solutions himself for raw materials, transportation, manpower, and sales channels.

The young man sighed heavily; everything is difficult at the beginning.

His meager savings from before were simply a drop in the ocean, and the assets from his previous life could not be transferred using his current identity. Even if all businessmen are cunning—Feng Tianhan, this businessman, was hardly a heartless individual, and never considered transferring national industrial assets abroad to act as a mere secondhand agent.

Ice Age has many multinational businesses, but the core of its assets is always in the country.

Even though some of Feng Tianhan's private assets are not in his name, Bo Bing doesn't dare to take such a big risk to get the money at this time.

That's what she said to that old fox Zhou Tao, but Bo Bing also had her own thoughts on it.

Fortunately, dealing with the pharmaceutical factory will take some time, so there's still plenty of time for Bo Bing to plan its future development.

[Yongquan] is ongoing.

A cold, electronic voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Bo Bing frowned. "Alpha?"

[Begin this month's skill assessment for the host]

[Demonstrate skills to the host]

[Intelligence +1]

[Urgent] Cooling down.

[Physique +1]

[Agility +1]

【力量: 34|速度: 34|敏捷: 18|智力: 27|体质: 15|魅力: 32|野心: 85|音乐: 9|舞蹈: 12|未解锁状态】

[Geologist - Beginner] Can identify basic rock strata types.

[Rapid Fire] Gold Medal Thrower - Speed ​​of Life and Death - System Transformation Skill.

Bo Bing quickly reviewed all the skill supplies for the month. Apart from the attribute points that still didn't have a significant effect, there were some useful skills.

Last time when confronting the thugs, the skill [Rapid Movement] that I had already used was still on cooldown, but this time [Geologist - Beginner] and [Rapid Fire] don't seem to be useless skills.

He had long since figured out the system's nature; basically, the skills the system gave him would work in inexplicable ways.

[Provides the host with information on injuries]

Bo Bing's eyes turned cold. On the huge blue light screen that appeared, the deep red on the 3D human's shoulders had decreased significantly compared to before, with more magenta covering the wounds. However, the deep red on the waist and knees remained largely unchanged.

The young man, exasperated, put away the light screen.

"I hate rainy days."

The lumbar spine felt as if it were coated with a bone-corroding poison, burning slowly and painfully, as if trying to burn away the young man's soul.

And so, a terrifying sorrow gave rise to a loneliness that danced and twisted palely within the thin, icy body.

[Sorry, host, the system cannot change the weather for you.]

A flat, monotone electronic sound.

"I was just saying," Bo Bing said with a self-deprecating laugh, "but thank you anyway."

—It's just me being sentimental and melancholic.

Yin Su was a little irritable today; he didn't know how to coax the person back.

The staff saw the smiling actor, but the oppressive atmosphere surrounding him made them all lower their heads and avoid him.

I don't want to have a falling out with my godfather.

This inexplicable irritation vanished instantly when he returned to the top floor and saw the young man leaning against the stairs waiting for him.

"Father."

He stopped on the other side of the stairs, gazing at the black-haired youth leaning against the handrail, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

The young man's hair was slightly messy, and he was casually draped in a soft robe from Yin Su's wardrobe. His thin body was wrapped in the large beige robe, giving him a somewhat pitiful and empty appearance.

The light-colored clothes, which the godfather didn't usually wear, unexpectedly revealed a captivating quality. A beauty mark under his eye hung down, and he looked incredibly innocent when he looked at people.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Yin Su's gaze darkened as he stared at the other person's body. He seemed to have thought of something, and his voice became inexplicably hoarse. "Those are my clothes."

Bo Bing looked at the man, who had not yet taken off his light-colored trench coat. He was wearing a black mask, which was unusual for him, and his long hair was tied in a high ponytail. Even though she couldn't see his face, the man's innate aura of authority could not be concealed.

[Of exquisite beauty and divine talent]

Yin Su truly lived up to his name.

“I have no clothes to wear,” Bo Bing said helplessly, spreading her hands. “You haven’t bought me any new clothes either.”

Yin Su could detect some obvious complaints in his voice.

It sounds like she's being coquettish.

“Well, to be honest, my godfather also looks surprisingly good in light colors,” Yin Su looked Bo Bing up and down seriously, then laughed. “I don’t know what kind of clothes godfather likes now, so apart from pajamas, I haven’t bought any other clothes yet.”

Of course, I thought my godfather wouldn't find out.

Without an outer garment, the young godfather would probably have to think twice before trying to run away, right?

Light colors get dirty easily.

Bo Bing lifted her sleeve and looked at it. "Look, it's already dirty."

"So what if it's dirty?" Yin Su blinked gently. "It's just an old piece of clothing from my closet."

The warm light in the living room is very gentle.

"This puppy's eyelashes look strangely long," Bo Bing thought. "Looking at it like this, the room doesn't seem so empty anymore."

That's amazing.

The heart too.

"Would you like to go for a walk with me tonight?" Yin Su extended an invitation. "There are many businesses in this building."

"need."

Bo Bing thought for a moment, "Is there anywhere I can get a drink? I'm feeling a bit down."

Too many secrets, and pain with nowhere to confide in.

"Yin Su," the young man lowered his eyes, "have a drink with me tonight."

Yin Su's heart was beating very fast.

Even though he knew the young man didn't mean it that way, he was still able to deceive himself into believing it.

"Happy to accompany you."

He waited for the young man to slowly move to his side.

"your face……"

Bo Bing reached out her hand with some guilt, but her tone was still awkward, "Let me see."

Yin Su bent down slightly, lowered his head, grabbed the young man's wrist, and obediently rubbed his face against the other's palm.

Bo Bing carefully removed Yin Su's mask, being gentle so as not to hurt him.

The perceptive man didn't miss the strange expression on the other person's face when he saw it.

“If Godfather can’t hold it in… then laugh,” the man said, lowering his head in a deflated manner, his eyebrows and eyes drooping obediently. He tried to turn his face away and use his palm to cover the bruised and swollen cheek on the side—the clean finger marks on it were clearly visible.

Those who dare to attack the face of a god are utterly depraved.

"That's serious," Bo Bing thought to herself. "Who told this guy to have such delicate skin? He got this badly hurt from just a touch."

Well, I didn't just lightly touch it.

Bo Bing had to admit it.

"Does it still hurt?"

Bo Bing lifted the other man's chin, staring at the bruises on the side of his face that hadn't faded yet. She hadn't held back, and the marks on Yin Su's face looked quite intimidating.

"Godfather, pat me," Yin Su smiled gently, raising his eyes cautiously like a wolf cub, trying to please the young man in front of him as if he were observing Bo Bing's expression.

Seeing that the young man wasn't angry, the man blinked and then gently closed his eyes again. "Maybe then I won't feel any pain anymore."

- Strange.

How can it be?

Being looked at like that by a handsome guy would evoke feelings of pity and protectiveness in anyone.

His eyes, like those of a harmless little animal, revealed the handsome fellow's attempt to please him.

Hmm, the puppy is in a bit of a predicament. Bo Bing pursed her lips, thinking that it was probably normal for her to have a little bit of a protective instinct.

His face was covered in colorful decorations.

But since I'm the culprit, I have to hold it in and can't really laugh.