Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"What are your godfather's conditions?"

Yin Su knew, of course, that it wouldn't be so easy to persuade Bo Bing.

"Whom or what faction am I supposed to represent in this competition?" Bo Bing stared at Yin Su, not missing a single change in his expression. "You need to make it clear before you ask me to risk my life... you little bastard?"

Yin Su maintained his usual gentle demeanor. "Hasn't Godfather already guessed it?"

I've guessed it, but not completely.

The guy had concealed himself so well before. Entering the entertainment industry wouldn't be a disgrace to his talent—he was practically a born actor. So much so that I always thought of him as a little white flower who needed my protection, but I didn't know when he had connected with that force.

When and under what conditions did Yin Su gain the other party's support, remaining in the dark for so many years without anyone noticing? If it weren't for his rebirth this time, he would probably have been completely manipulated by the other party for a long time afterward.

Bo Bing gritted her teeth inwardly, already having some idea of ​​what Yin Su meant, but she didn't show it on her face. "Don't try to fool me, Yin Su."

“My godfather’s guess is pretty accurate,” Yin Su said, leaning against the car window. The dappled sunlight fell on his face, and his sharp aura was not to be underestimated. “I just had a little disagreement with someone, and Kang Xiaodai has gotten permission to put pressure on me.”

"Putting pressure on you? Who do you think you are?"

Bo Bing clearly didn't believe him completely. Would someone who had been lurking by her side for so many years be so honest as to tell her the truth? Moreover, someone who was still paying attention to the Ice Age was highly suspicious. Yin Su was clearly trying to point the finger at Xiao Huxin.

"If you don't believe me, then forget it."

Yin Su clearly didn't want to waste any more time on this topic. "Godfather, please state your conditions."

"Let's get this straight, my identity information?" Bo Bing didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble at this time. Although he had the [Makeup Technique] to reduce the trouble of showing himself, he didn't want to make himself look so disheveled.

“No problem,” Yin Su readily agreed. “Two weeks. The production team will operate as usual, and I will take care of everything.”

“Seven million,” Bo Bing leaned back in the seat, her eyes darkening. “US dollars, not a penny less.”

Although he had the system at his disposal and was genuinely interested in finding out the truth behind Yin Su's words, Bo Bing was unwilling to get involved in this mess for nothing. His initial goal was simply to find a partner to cooperate with.

"That's really asking for the moon."

Yin Su's smile didn't reach his eyes, and his tone became serious, "Seven million US dollars is enough to buy the lives of Bo Bing's family ten times over."

"Do you threaten me?"

Bo Bing gave a cold laugh, and the atmosphere between the two instantly became tense.

"Just stating a fact," Yin Su said, tilting his head.

Bo Bing didn't buy it either, her voice turning deep, "This price buys you a perverse sense of humor that will satisfy you, Teacher Yin Su."

Yin Su raised an eyebrow. He realized that his godfather seemed to like calling him that on purpose when he was angry. The excitement of the reversed status made him subtly change his sitting posture.

However, Bo Bing is right; she does have a bit of a perverse sense of humor.

A cornered beast's struggle

Isn't that interesting?

Yin Su made no attempt to hide the malice in the corner of his mouth.

He was already prepared to speak up; he wasn't afraid to offer his godfather this price, he was just afraid that the godfather wouldn't take the bait.

The car was parked in the hotel's VIP driveway. A red carpet had been laid out outside the driveway, and two rows of welcoming staff were bowing their heads respectfully. Soon, people surrounded Yin Su's car door, where the mercenary leader Tuva was waiting at the door.

Yin Su put on sunglasses, got out of the car through the door opened by He Jinlan, nodded to Tuva, and then turned to look at Bo Bing, saying in a calm tone, "Listen to my arrangements."

—That ingrate.

That's considered an agreement. Bo Bing isn't afraid that he'll renege on his promise, since he has plenty of ways to make people pay back what they owe.

Bo Bing cursed the ungrateful wretch in front of her and got off the car right behind him.

The hotel features an Italian-style decor, understated yet luxurious, without being overly extravagant or ostentatious. The water features and wood landscaping are quite nice.

After Li Ling finished registering the group's accommodations, a male and a female manager, holding room keys on a tray, led the group to their rooms.

The manager, fluent in several languages, bowed and scraped as he introduced the hotel services. It was obvious to everyone that Yin Su was the leader of this group, so the two managers were exceptionally attentive to him.

"Where do I live?"

The black-haired youth asked the man next to him without any politeness, which made the manager a little stunned. Even Li Ling and He Jinlan, who looked like powerful people, and Tuva, the local mercenary, used respectful language to this man. Just who was this guy?

The manager, who had seen countless people, calmly sized up the young man who was completely shrouded in black. A large black hood covered the young man's head, and a matching black mask covered his face, making it impossible to see his entire face.

Judging from his voice, he seems quite young.

The pale skin peeking out from the cuffs looked strangely sickly, but the young man was extremely thin.

"Me and another room."

Yin Su spoke calmly.

"Teacher, you can't afford a hotel room?"

The young man's voice came again, and anyone could hear the barb in his words. Even Tuva, who was always holding a weapon, couldn't help but frown. After all, Yin Su was his partner, and this ill-mannered young man seemed a bit too arrogant.

The mercenaries following him were also fully armed, but because of the distance and the mixed nationalities, they did not understand Bo Bing's sarcasm.

He Jinlan and the others seemed unfazed, continuing to walk and remain vigilant as usual.

The two managers felt that something was off about what he was saying. Their eyes darted back and forth between the two men. They had seen many guests like this before, including many important figures with female and male companions. But this arrogant guy was probably the first one they had ever met in their careers.

There may have been similar incidents before, but the outcome was... The two managers gradually lost their color, and now they could only hope that this important person would not implicate them or cause any harm.

Daring to show disrespect to a sugar daddy, does this guy have a death wish?

When Yin Su heard the other party deliberately using the term "teacher," his fingertips in his pocket tingled slightly.

It's so ticklish, like being scratched by a very light feather.

--here we go again.

A clueless guy.

Yin Su closed his eyes, his throat dry, and reminded Bo Bing, "I just took your life-saving money."

“It didn’t say the money for buying my life had to include special services,” Bo Bing sneered. “I’ll sell my life, not my body.”

It's no wonder the manager misunderstood; even He Jinlan coughed twice to cover it up, reminding him to watch his words.

"Don't worry, it's not time for 'special services' yet."

Yin Su's ambiguous answer seemed to have a hidden meaning.

Bo Bing interpreted it as another meaning: "That's right, I wouldn't feel comfortable handing you over to anyone else."

Yin Su thought it best to stay under his nose and see what this wolf cub was up to.

The ambiguity in these words made the others blush with embarrassment, except for Yin Su, who curled the corners of his lips, but before he could speak.

Something unexpected happened.

Almost instantly, a cold, inorganic electronic voice fell into Bo Bing's ear, devoid of any emotion.

Along with it came the young man's increasingly gloomy and vicious tone.

—Like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"After all, your head seems to be worth much more than your safety."

Bo Bing twisted his body almost instantly, veins bulging on his forehead.