Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The next day.

Bo Bing went to see Zhou Tao.

The factory buildings of Shenshuang Pharmaceutical Factory were passable. Although they were a bit rudimentary, they were small but complete. Bo Bing looked at the machines in the production workshop and found that the place was quite well-organized.

He opened his Alphard, surveyed the factory, identified several areas for improvement, and settled payments with the workers.

He and Zhou Tao sat at a cold noodle stall by the roadside near the factory, each ordering a bowl of cold noodles for five yuan and a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

"Thank you for your help, Boss Zhou," Bo Bing said, taking a sip of tea. "I'll take two bottles of good wine to my sister-in-law to wish her a Happy New Year."

"Hey, it's nothing."

Zhou Tao slurped up a mouthful of cold noodles and wiped the sweat from his bald head. "I just thought having more friends meant having more options. As for you thanking me for this... that's really unnecessary."

"Boss Zhou, how's the situation over there?"

Bo Bing asked Zhou Tao meaningfully, "Did Zhi Yu agree to the city lord's plan to incorporate them?"

“It’s impossible for him to agree,” Zhou Tao was a smart man. “How could he possibly be willing to obediently listen to the government? This means he has fallen out with that woman, and now the city lord is secretly working against him! I’m just telling you this, Xiao Bing… do you know, Zhi Yu is too stubborn and self-willed, he can’t even see the current situation clearly.”

Zhou Tao sighed.

This is clearly saying that Zhi Yu is out of touch with reality.

"Mr. Zhou... so you're taking a liking to this Lord Yin?"

Bo Bing stared at the tea leaves floating and sinking in the teacup.

“That woman is very cunning. Zhi Yu has only grown older over the years, but he doesn’t seem to realize that the woman is around thirty-three or thirty-four years old. If she can get here, she can’t be a brainless person no matter how powerful she is,” Zhou Tao said, wiping the grease from his mouth with a tissue.

He took out his Xuanhemen cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. "Times create heroes, but they also destroy them. In the face of the great tide of the times, what is a mere Zhi Yu?"

"Boss Zhou shared this insight with me," Bo Bing paused in her tea-drinking motion, "I always find it quite astonishing."

Zhou Tao has been around for so many years, he's definitely not some foreign charlatan.

When it comes to this kind of thing, you're much more insightful than Zhi Yu...

Zhou Tao looked at the thin ice through the thick smoke.

"Don't even mention what Zhi Yu will do to this new city lord. Even without this woman, there will be another Zhao, Qian, Sun, or Li city lord," Zhou Tao's small eyes gleamed. "A hundred Zhi Yus here would only be a matter of being swept away by the tide once or twice... As the saying goes, even a pig can fly in a strong wind, but how long it can fly depends on how long the wind is willing to let it fly..."

Bo Bing tapped the teacup in her hand and smiled faintly, "Those who only care about immediate petty gains... that won't do."

"Yes, it will be over soon," Zhou Tao said, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray and watching the embers slowly die out.

"The Chinese New Year is almost here."

Bo Bing spent a day resolving the issues at the factory, and finally got things mostly settled.

When Bo Bing returned to his rented room that evening, he was too tired to move.

After taking a shower, the younger brother saw his older brother, exhausted, return and lie down on the lower bunk, and sighed.

"Brother, have you finished dinner?"

"No, I haven't had time."

Bo Bing yawned sleepily. "Xiao Yun, what food do you have at home? Give it to your brother and I'll just get you something."

Seeing that he was really tired, Bo Yuntian hung the bath towel on his shoulder by the windowsill and walked towards the kitchen. "Shall I go cook some noodles for you, brother?"

"Add two eggs," Bo Bing shouted from behind.

"I know, brother."

Bo Yuntian, who had turned on the liquefied gas to start cooking, answered Bo Bing from afar.

After finishing a bowl of Bo Yuntian's specially made egg noodles, Bo Bing felt much more energetic. While her younger brother was washing the dishes, she took a shower and threw her dirty clothes into the washing machine.

"This thing is great," Bo Bing thought, brushing her teeth. "When I'm exhausted, having this machine is a huge help."

Technology truly changes lives.

After rinsing his mouth, he returned to bed and laid out an electric blanket on both the upper and lower bunks. He nimbly flipped himself onto the upper bunk, while Li Yumei took off her old clothes and went to the market to find a cotton quilt to cover herself with. Bo Bing stretched comfortably.

"elder brother."

The boy leaned close to the top bunk of the thin ice, "Parent-teacher meeting tomorrow."

So you were worried that you wouldn't attend the parents' meeting?

Bo Bing gently patted the boy's head. "I'll remember. We'll go to your school together tomorrow morning."

"Okay, good," the boy said contentedly, pulling back the bright fluorescent light and saying goodnight to Bo Bing, "Goodnight, brother."

Bo Bing stared at the pitch-black ceiling, feeling extremely sleepy, but unable to fall asleep. She tossed and turned, trying to change positions, but to no avail.

He suddenly thought of Yin Su.

What is this guy doing right now?

Bo Bing took out her phone from under her pillow, unlocked it, and opened her WeChat contacts.

What is ICE doing?

[ICE] Are you asleep?

After sending two messages, Bo Bing stared at the glowing phone screen in the darkness, afraid of missing the other party's message.

Yin Su was still in a meeting at this time.

In the conference room, Xiao Peilin was still analyzing the report. It was a rather urgent market report, so he had called a meeting with executives from several companies. These companies were all under the Yin family, and now Yin Su had taken over. The business had been quite complicated during this period, and meetings were a frequent occurrence.

The man in the main seat who was listening to the report paused slightly because his phone suddenly rang twice.

He picked up his phone without changing his expression and said, "Continue the report."

Xiao Peilin then turned his attention to the report in his hands and continued reading.

Yin Su's expression was so natural that the executives sitting below taking notes assumed it was just a serious message and didn't notice anything amiss.

[Flower] is still in a meeting.

[Flower] My godfather is looking for me. Is there something he needs?

Bo Bing wasn't too surprised that Yin Su was still in a meeting at this time, since Yin Su often had this kind of unsettling schedule when he was busy with work before.

Surprisingly diligent.

[ICE] Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?

Bo Bing looked at her own words and felt that she had been making trouble for no reason, so she quickly added another sentence.

[ICE] Still having a meeting so late... Thanks for your hard work, Professor Yin Su... [coffee][coffee][coffee]

Yin Su's lips curled slightly as he replied to the young man.

The Brain.

Dual-purpose.

[Flower] If your godfather is bored, of course he can come to me.

[Flower] To be honest, I'm overjoyed.

[Flower] What's wrong? Is your godfather having trouble sleeping?

Bo Bing's hand trembled slightly; this guy's guess was far too accurate.

【ICE】Ugh, so sleepy, can't sleep because of insomnia.

【ICE】I miss you.

A person's habits are truly terrifying.

Bo Bing thought.

I'm not used to nights when no one listens to my stories.

Yin Su paused for a moment while typing, a subtle tingling sensation spreading from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

"These are all the solutions from the marketing department," Xiao Peilin adjusted his glasses and looked at the man in the main seat. "If you have nothing to add, we can adjourn the meeting now."

Yin Su nodded, stood up, and said, "The meeting is adjourned."

The executives below all breathed a sigh of relief.

The darkness of night had enveloped the city, but the countless neon lights could still be seen dancing.

Yin Su looked at the two words again and again, and chuckled softly.

【Flower】I've been thinking of you.

【Flower】It's too late, go to bed early.

Goodnight, Flower.

Bo Bing huddled under the covers, pursed her lips, and quickly sent a goodnight message.

Yin Su's message seemed to have a magical power; Bo Bing stared at her phone, but vaguely felt her eyelids drooping.

Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.

Sweet.