Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

All of these people were arranged to live in the dormitory. Cao Xin temporarily selected two of them for hierarchical management.

Bo Bing wasn't afraid of these people causing trouble. Even if it was just for Cao Xin's sake, these people wouldn't be so ungrateful for getting to where they are today.

"Things have passed."

Bo Bing sat at the barbecue stall and opened a bottle of beer.

"Thank you so much for this."

Cao Xin raised his beer glass, then downed it in one gulp. "A toast to you."

Bo Bing also raised her hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"What are you going to do next?"

Cao Xin asked the young man, who seemed to have his own purpose. He appeared to be an experienced businessperson and wanted to know the future direction of the company so he could have a better understanding of the situation. "I'm under your command now, Boss Bo Bing."

So there's no need to hide it too much anymore.

Cao Xin smiled, looking at the young man sitting opposite him, but his expression turned somewhat somber. "Of course, if it's inconvenient to say, that's fine too, after all..."

Bo Bing interrupted him.

“My plan is to first develop the pharmaceutical factory in L City, boost local production and income, and then gather some funds to continue expanding. L City is a very important raw material processing base and also a springboard,” Bo Bing said, putting a peanut in his mouth. “After that, we may go to X City to continue developing and make Shenshuang Pharmaceutical bigger and stronger.”

Cao Xin nodded, indicating that he understood.

"I heard from Zhou Tao that you're also an actress?" Cao Xin looked at Bo Bing. "Will that have any impact?"

"I wouldn't call myself an actor, I'm just a lowly extra, an average-looking guy," Bo Bing was well aware of his own level. In his mind, an actor who wasn't someone like Yin Su, Ye Tianxing, or Wei Yang should at least be someone with a large following like Bai Zixiu. He was still far from that level. No matter how you looked at it, he shook his head. "It won't have any impact for now, but who knows what will happen in the future."

But once he becomes a capitalist, if all else fails, he can use his own money to throw money around and create a movie star himself. With his current conditions, that's too difficult. Even if he gets roles, his acting skills will be far from perfect.

He had seen Yin Su's live performance, which made him even clearer about the differences between the two.

Compared to Yin Su, a true triple crown actor, he wasn't even a novice; he was just a duck thrown into the deep end. If it weren't for the fact that his previous role had a lot of action scenes, he would have been unable to learn even a few lines. This was a fatal flaw.

—The emotions are not strong enough.

To make a performance resonate with others, it's not enough to just know the lines you've memorized or to use performance templates. More importantly, you need to learn to regulate your emotions, interact and adjust with your co-stars, and continuously evolve your own style within the play.

He used to think Bai Zixiu's acting was bad, but after actually going up there himself, he realized how good Bai Zixiu was. He realized that his acting was not as good as Bai Zixiu's.

There's nothing to say about that; we can only learn slowly.

"You're quite an extraordinary person."

Cao Xin wiped the grease from his mouth. "Running a factory and acting at the same time, I really don't know where you get so much energy."

"Acting is for survival, opening a factory is a dream," Bo Bing shrugged. "Do you think I want to?"

Cao Xin laughed.

“You don’t look like you’re associated with either of those things at all,” Cao Xin stretched. “People usually do it the opposite way. This is the first time I’ve ever heard of your combination… But the entertainment industry must be pretty chaotic. I’ve heard that once you’re in, you either play until you die or get played until you die.”

“I’m different.”

"Oh?"

“I felt like I was living a life worse than death when I went in,” Bo Bing chuckled. “Being criticized for my terrible acting in front of a group of people, I had nowhere to hide my face. I just wanted to turn into a fly and run away through the crack in the door. I was so ashamed and indignant, I felt like I was living a life worse than death.”

“That’s true, I couldn’t stand it either,” Cao Xin stroked his beard. “I’d rather work a regular job.”

"It's too late to say all this now."

Bo Bing took a sip of her drink and sighed, "Now that things have come to this, there's no turning back."

Starting a factory or entering the entertainment industry—neither is an option to back down from.

Stubborn to do things one's own way.

“Indeed, you have to finish the path you chose, even if you have to crawl on your knees!” Cao Xin seemed to be touched and started drinking heavily.

Bo Bing was also unsure what the future held.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's drink! Let's drink!"

"Here, let's toast!"

Cao Xin and Bo Bing played drinking games and drank until their faces turned red and their necks bulged.

"Two likes, six six six!"

"Red all year round, just a little bit!"

The two drank until midnight at a stall downstairs from their rented apartment, chatting about everything under the sun and venting their frustrations and pain.

They were like brothers in misfortune, as if they had found kindred spirits.

They stayed at Bo Bing's rented apartment until midnight. Bo Bing vomited once at the entrance of the residential area. Although Cao Xin did not vomit, he helped the young man back to the apartment. His own wool sweater was not spared. He glanced at it and threw it directly into the trash can.

Bo Bing slept on the lower bunk, and Cao Xin, not wanting to be covered in the mess and smell of alcohol, went to sleep on the bed or sofa in the rented room. So he lay down on the floor, grabbed a blanket, spread his long coat on the floor, and made a makeshift bed on the floor.

morning.

The cell phone rang suddenly.

Bo Bing, with her head covered by the blanket, didn't hear anything in her sleep.

The phone rang right above Cao Xin's head. Suffering from a hangover, Cao Xin was impatient and grabbed the phone with one hand to cancel.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again after a while.

Cao Xin reached out and pressed the answer button without even opening his eyes. His voice was hoarse and low from being heavily drunk, "What are you doing, trying to summon me so early in the morning?"

There seemed to be a silence on the other end for three seconds, or perhaps longer; Cao Xin didn't know.

"Who are you? How come you have Bo Bing's phone?"

A deep, sensual male voice rang out from the receiver, like a poisoned flower. Even through the screen, Cao Xin could feel an astonishing and terrifying evil aura emanating from it.

Cao Xin regained some consciousness, opened his eyes, and tried to focus his gaze.

The room in the rental apartment wasn't very well lit.

But he could see a stunningly handsome face appearing on the screen, the man's eyes filled with an unfathomable sense of oppression and scrutiny.

Cao Xin jolted awake, becoming much more alert. This was definitely not the man he knew, and his phone was safely tucked into his jeans pocket—this wasn't his phone, it was Bo Bing's phone!

He sat up, threw off the coat covering him, and wanted to say something.

Yin Su's eyelids twitched violently.

Why are there other men where my godfather lives? It's almost noon and he still looks like he just woke up? And he's shirtless?

Three fatal questions in a row.

The man on the other side of the screen had curly hair and a muscular build. He was like a folk singer from Northwest China, with tattoos on his body. He had a kind of natural wildness, not the kind of meticulously maintained handsomeness of celebrities. But Yin Su could tell at a glance that this man was definitely the type that women would adoreve.

Sense of crisis.

The other party's next words almost caused Yin Su's gentle facade to crumble.

"Brother Bing, wake up!"

Cao Xin yawned and reached out, trying to shake the young man who was fast asleep on the bed with his head covered, saying, "Someone is looking for you."

Yin Zhao watched helplessly as Yin Su crushed the coffee cup in his hand with a single hand.

Oh?

It was just a phone call to the bodyguard, why are you so jealous? You're getting really worked up.

Bo Bing was half asleep when someone shoved a phone into her face.

"Who is it? Who's looking for me so early in the morning?"

The young man stirred under the covers, barely managing to lift them, and squinted at Cao Xin's hands.

"It's still early in the morning."

A man's voice rang out, and on the screen was a face that Bo Bing knew all too well.

I regained a little consciousness.

"Yin Su?"

The young man sat up, looking at the person opposite him with some surprise. "Why are you calling at this hour?"

"Are you awake?"

Yin Su's expression wasn't good. "Did my phone call disturb you?"

Bo Bing frowned, sensing the sharpness and meanness in the other person's words.

What's going on? It's so early in the morning, and all I did was not answer this guy's call right away. Is it really that big of a deal?

"Who upset you? Why are you talking so sarcastically?"

The young man stretched nonchalantly. "If you get angry at me again, I'm hanging up."

Didn't you see you were still hungover?

A wave of acid gushed from her stomach, and Bo Bing swallowed uncomfortably. Her throat hurt from the alcohol, and the dizziness and swelling were still there. Naturally, she didn't have the patience to listen to this guy's sarcastic remarks.

I just woke up myself, okay?

Why take your anger out on yourself?

On the other side, Cao Xin was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that Bo Bing had given him, and he had already finished washing up.

"What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Cao Xin leaned lazily against the door frame. "I saw there are noodles and eggs in the kitchen. Do you want some egg noodles? I'll make two pockets."

Bo Bing was pleased to see it happen.

"It works."

So Cao Xin went to the kitchen.

Once things quieted down, Bo Bing began to change her clothes.

Yin Su's face was clouded with gloom. "Godfather."

"What's the matter with the phone call?"

Bo Bing answered the phone while getting dressed, saying, "You'd better have something important to say."

"Who is that man? What does he do?"

Yin Su felt somewhat aggrieved, "Godfather... why did you bring him home? Did you sleep together last night?"

Bo Bing scratched his head, "Are you here to crack down on pornography and illegal publications? Why are you asking so many detailed questions?"

"He even cooks for you... Godfather..."

The long-haired beauty's eyes were slightly red, her peach blossom eyes fixed on Bo Bing, her voice low and husky, "Then what am I...?"

Bo Bing: "Human language?"

Why does this look like catching someone in the act of adultery?

"My feelings... are like a peeled potato..."

Yin Su lowered his brows and eyes, revealing a perfectly measured sadness.

The man gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, his eyes filled with a poignant, unspoken grievance.

What kind of riddle are you playing?

Bo Bing said that, but her heart was tightening.

He knew perfectly well that the guy's behavior was most likely an act, but he still couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

"Are you a kindergarten kid? How childish!"

Bo Bing twitched her lips. "You can only play with me, and you can't talk to other children besides me?"

"My godfather hasn't told me who that man is yet..."

Yin Su tidied up his disheveled hands, his eyes fixed on the screen, as if he was determined to find out today.

Bo Bing had no choice but to say, "Little brother, my newly recruited little brother."

Yin Su's gaze became even more wary.

—He knew his adoptive father was soft-hearted; he wouldn't soften his heart again, would he?

In a sense, Yin Su's guess was correct.

little brother?

"My godfather really likes picking up people to play with."

Bo Bing noticed that Yin Su's words today were full of barbs.

"Stop messing around, what do you want?"

Bo Bing frowned slightly. "Why are you unhappy? Today?"

Yin Su also sensed that the young man was getting serious, so he decided to stop while he was ahead.

"I'm jealous, I'm envious... If my godfather says I'm childish, then so be it..."

The man squinted. "I miss my godfather so much, I really do, I'm going crazy with longing. There's no one here to talk to, I'm so lonely... I want my godfather... to be with me..."

I poured out all my feelings.

Lonely?

This guy can do that too?

Bo Bing didn't understand.

What does a guy like Yin Su lack now? Money, power, status, looks?

These were already in Yin Su's grasp. As for the beauties he liked, he only needed to beckon them, and countless people would flock to him for their favor.

Was Yin Su lonely? He didn't know. Was this just another act by the movie star? How could there be no one to talk to in his own home? There were definitely plenty of people who wanted to hear him speak and share their innermost thoughts with him.

Bo Bing was somewhat stunned.

Excessive emotions.

So Bo Bing changed the subject, "What is a peeled potato?"

"Is Godfather subtly changing the subject?"

Yin Su regained his gentle demeanor, a smile playing on his lips.

"I just want to know."

Bo Bing held her phone, quietly looking at Yin Su. "If you answer me... maybe I can consider it..."

"What are you considering?"

Yin Su seemed to be enticing the young man, "Would you consider coming here with me? I'd really like to hear from my godfather!"

Bo Bing's ears felt a little hot.

Inexplicable.

Even though I hadn't made any promises yet, the other person had already taken the lead.

This is bad...

"We can consider..."

As if possessed, Bo Bing nodded. He felt that he must have been still hungover and had fallen for a honey trap. By the time he realized it, the words were already out. Looking into the other person's gentle, almost tearful eyes, Bo Bing swallowed his regretful words.

【Feixia】Start.

As the Alpha's electronic voice rang out, Bo Bing mentally gave it two middle fingers, expressing his contempt for himself and the Alpha.

The young man turned his head away, "Don't be too happy yet, you still have to pay for the bus fare."

"It's a dream come true."

The little wolf was truly happy this time, his eyes sparkling.

After finally managing to trick the young godfather into coming over, a remittance of 10,000 yuan was quickly transferred to Bo Bing's bank card.

Yin Zhao looked at the fickle man's lingering smile and felt nothing but disgust.

[Flower] The POTATO that went to P is...

Bo Bing was picking at his noodles when he saw the message the other person had sent him.

【Flower】oTATo

The young man chuckled, then choked on his soup.

nerve.

Cao Xin also thought Bo Bing was quite neurotic.