Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Over the next few days, he met up with Zhou Tao and worked on the land and factory buildings that were originally part of the factory area.

Bo Bing also informed Li Dai about this matter. Li Dai did not ask him in detail what he wanted to do, but simply said that he would help him find a way.

These people weren't troublemakers; they knew Bo Bing was capable, so they didn't question him too much about the funds.

Li Dai and Zheng Yuxiu have been dealing with Mo Jianjun and Zhi Yu's people for the past few months. The current situation is not clear, and some of their actions against Li Dai are not concealed. They need to be more careful.

Li Yuan also successfully entered L City No. 1 Middle School, where Bo Yuntian and Li Bo were studying. She was specially recruited through the art student route, which gave her more freedom in class. Zheng Yuxiu couldn't bear to see her only daughter go to class until 10 pm every day.

The couple had been worried about Li Yuan's safety, but thankfully the management staff here will be changing soon, and they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After going through the whole process of giving gifts, Bo Bing's money was reduced by half, making him smile bitterly. Starting a business here is becoming increasingly difficult.

"Xiao Bing," Li Dai said, sitting in the tea room of Zhuangyuanlou, looking at Bo Bing, "how long are you staying this time?"

"I'm leaving in a couple of days to film a movie," Bo Bing said, taking a sip of tea. "Thank you both for your help recently. If you need anything in the future, just call me. I'll definitely help if I can."

"Oh, I forgot that Xiao Bing is an actress now too."

Li Dai laughed heartily, "What are you planning to do with the factory you've taken over?"

Bo Bing thought for a moment, "This factory used to be an OEM for that fake pharmaceutical factory in X City. There should still be some machines inside. I plan to start a medicinal herb factory first."

“The medicinal herb factory is quite good. Many farmers in the surrounding counties and cities grow Chinese medicinal herbs, and some of them can’t even sell them,” Zhou Tao said, touching his bracelet. “There are also quite a few medicinal herb factories here, both closed down and newly opened. It should be easy to find workers.”

“That’s what I think too,” Bo Bing nodded. “If this is done, it can boost a lot of profits. Otherwise, the medicinal herbs in the fields will be bought up at low prices with arbitrary price suppression, and the farmers won’t make much money.”

Zhou Tao clicked her tongue in amazement, "You know all this?"

Bo Bing smiled.

The village where I went to school in my previous life was a major village for medicinal herbs, but it was really not profitable. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of going out to drive a tractor with others.

“I went to Q Province with Xiaoyun’s uncle a while ago to check out the market,” Bo Bing said, taking a sip of water and winking at Zhou Tao. “Sigh, I spent two weeks in X City and was quite influenced by the health product gurus.”

"You smooth talker, are you trying to pick a fight with me? It's not like I'm paying for it, I'm just doing what I can. Why wouldn't I help Xiao Yang's savior?"

With a smile on his rugged face, Zhou Tao made another cup of tea and tossed a notebook from the drawer to Bo Bing. "What are you going to call the new company? I'll also process all the follow-up documents for you, so your wife won't nag you for being ungrateful."

This young man has such abilities at such a young age; he is not to be underestimated. If he grows up, he may become a terrifying figure.

Zhou Tao believes he has a good eye for people.

Whether it's doing someone a favor or not, who can guarantee that everything will go smoothly for them their whole life?

"That's daring."

Bo Bing wasn't embarrassed when he was exposed; instead, he went along with it and wrote four large characters on the paper.

— Shenshuang Pharmaceutical.

"Not bad," Li Dai said casually after glancing at Bo Bing's handwriting. "Does this name have any meaning?"

"Ah, what does it mean?" Bo Bing leaned back. "It's probably just a competition to see who has a higher level of prestige."

Both the goddess of frost and the moon goddess endure the cold, vying in beauty amidst the moonlight and frost.

Li Shangyin's "Frosty Moon"

A cold, mechanical sound came out, but Bo Bing pretended to be illiterate and didn't hear it, shrugging helplessly.

"Then your name is quite classy."

Zhou Tao nodded, agreeing with his statement, "The sign looks much better than those old-fashioned names."

"You flatter me," Bo Bing said, looking up. "I will also transfer the funds for the factory renovation later. Could you find some people to take care of things here? It should be almost done around the time of the Chinese New Year."

"Don't worry about that. Just have your aunt's renovation team come, and make sure they pay the workers properly," Li Dai pushed up his glasses. "And we'll also find a few doormen."

“It’s easier to find people at the end of the year. The construction workers are all waiting to save money to go home for the New Year. Once you have the funds, it will be quick,” Zhou Tao said without hesitation. “I’ll find a few factory workers for my subordinates, and you can pay their wages at the same time.”

Bo Bing nodded. "Of course."

As she walked out of the Zhuangyuan Tower, Bo Bing finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The weather is a bit gloomy, my knees and lower back are itchy, and my newly healed wounds are also feeling numb.

—It seems like a sign that rain is coming.

Bo Bing thought lazily, "Let's take a walk. Getting a little rain will help me wake up."

Then a light drizzle began to fall.

His feet wandered around and around, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the back gate of the school. The No. 1 Middle School campus was near the mountains, and the infrastructure was so-so, but the campus was quite large. Bo Bing and his friends rented a house near the main gate of the school, and it would take about twenty minutes to walk there.

There's a crossroads near the back gate. Beyond the crossroads is L City Plaza, and further on is a street lined with mobile phone, computer, and electronics stores. The municipal government and cinema are also located in that area.

There were few people around on the rainy day, and it wasn't time for school to let out yet, so the stalls hadn't been set up.

The young man was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. Even though he was a bit thin, he was tall and had a melancholic air that was popular among handsome men in the early 2000s. On the way, some girls dressed in non-mainstream styles came out of internet cafes on the street and whistled at him on motorcycles.

Bo Bing simply waved in response.

Do you miss it?

The world is changing so fast.

This place used to be all mud houses, but in recent years the government has acquired the land and built a six-story residential complex. Bright white tiles have been pasted on the gray cement walls, and the wooden windows have been replaced with blue, green, and brown glass. In autumn, the ivy climbs on the tiles, making it look very nice. It's definitely a modern urban area.

Few people know this.

As a teenager, Feng Tianhan faced a difficult decision when given funeral expenses: whether to continue his studies or drop out of school to drive a tractor.

He walked slowly along the roadside and bought a fragrant roasted sweet potato next to a stove made of iron barrels. No one recognized him here, and he ate it without any regard for elegance.

They wolfed it down.

Unfortunately, the food didn't taste the same as before.

Bo Bing thought.

Even some of her memories of her past life faded away as her new life began.

It seemed that someone was blocking her way. Bo Bing lowered her head to avoid them, when she heard the other person speak.

"Thin ice".

Bo Bing looked up. The man in front of her was tall and handsome, with a mature mustache and long, curly hair tied up in a bun. Underneath his white vest was a tattooed back, and his denim jacket was tucked into his waistband.

The young man stopped and said, "What a coincidence."

"Unfortunately, I was looking for you," Cao Xin said, hanging his sunglasses on his chest, lighting a cigarette, and offering him the cigarette case. "Want one?"

Bo Bing shook her head. "I don't smoke."

Cao Xin raised an eyebrow slightly, genuinely surprised that Bo Bing didn't smoke. "Unwilling?"

The young man sighed and made up an excuse, "Pharyngitis, chronic pharyngitis."

The man paused for a moment, then threw the lit cigarette on the ground and stomped it away in the rain. "The air here is bad. Many people who come here get pharyngitis and rhinitis."

"You want to fight me?"

Bo Bing smiled and walked alongside the other person, saying, "It was your people who hit my brother first."

Cao Xin narrowed his eyes. "But I also need to settle things, don't I?"

“Then I’m truly innocent,” Bo Bing shook her head. “I don’t like fighting.”

Cao Xin looked at the younger man beside him and said seriously, "Then you have to come with me."

"Oh, an arrest warrant."

Bo Bing rudely threw away the plastic bag of roasted sweet potatoes in her hand, saying, "If I don't go, will they force me to go? I'm hungry, I need to go back and cook something."

Cao Xin frowned; he knew that the seemingly gentle young man in front of him was no pushover.

"It's the boss's order," he said, pointing to the white Jetta at the school gate. "Li Yuan is here too, Li Laosan's child."

The young man thought helplessly, "Hostages? They're doing it again."

"As long as it's useful," Cao Xin put his arm around his shoulder, like two buddies, but actually he was afraid the man would run away.

Finally, he added, "I'll treat you to a meal in the future. If you don't like it, I'll have my younger brother buy you something else."

All of this was observed by the people in another black Hongqi car not far away.

The woman with short curly hair rolled down the car window, revealing a stern, expressionless face.

Dragon eyes and phoenix eyes, drooping ears and sword-like eyebrows.

If Bo Bing were here, he might be shocked too.

"Is that Zhi Yu's leader?"

"Yes, Mayor Yin."

Who is that person next to you?

“He’s Bo Bing, the stepson of Li Dai’s second sister,” the driver in front replied. “The restaurant tycoon Zhou Tao who came to our door a while ago was the one who helped him with the paperwork for that pharmaceutical factory.”

"Okay, I'll drive there."