Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Late June, X City, South Suburb Industrial Park.

The T08 Pharmaceutical Trade Summit was held as scheduled. Compared to the very excited employees, Bo Bing was much calmer.

Ultimately, no matter how fast Shenshuang Pharmaceutical develops, it has only been operating in X City for a year. It is still in its infancy and cannot be considered a large enterprise. Therefore, its exhibition area is located on the periphery and occupies a small area, which is far inferior to the dedicated central exhibition area of ​​large enterprises.

"Wow, that's really impressive, Brother Bing. I never dreamed that someone like me could ever enter a venue like this."

The monkey, dressed in the light blue work clothes of Shenshuang Pharmaceutical, examined his own exhibition area as if he were looking at his own child, his tone filled with undisguised pride; this was the first time he had participated in such an exhibition area. As an ordinary citizen who cared about national affairs, he had only seen such scenes on television programs before.

Men and women dressed in overalls and suits strolled around the exhibition area. The monkey looked around and felt like it was one of them. "This place is really awesome. It's all high-tech. The prices of the equipment from those companies in the central area are terrifying."

"Hey," Cao Xin, who had no cigarettes, was enjoying a small lollipop that cost one cent each while sitting in his seat. Hearing this, he sneered, "You country bumpkin who's never seen the world, look at you."

Actually, he was very nervous; his fingers were almost twisting the lollipop stick into a flower shape.

"Have you ever even seen a ball? You've been talking nonsense all along."

The monkey angrily kicked Cao Xin's chair leg, saying, "Clench your lips tight and suck your candy."

"With Bo Xilai around, things will only get better in the future."

Cao Xin spat out the candy and winked at Bo Bing, "Right, boss? I won't stoop to his level."

“If it sounds right, let’s go for something big,” Bo Bing smiled and put his arm around the shoulders of the two sworn enemies. “We’re afraid, aren’t we?”

Upon hearing Bo Bing's humorous remark, the two burst into laughter.

Amidst laughter and conversation, Hai Bixia walked over.

After working with Shenshuang for almost two years, she has changed a lot. Her waist-length wavy hair has been cut into a neat short haircut that is popular among female workers, and she has permed it. At this time, she is wearing a smart apricot-colored suit with a white shirt, dark flared pants, white leather shoes with square heels and pointed toes, glasses on her nose, a pen and a notebook in the breast pocket of her suit, and a metal employee badge of Shenshuang Pharmaceutical attached to the outside.

She's forty years old this year. Before, when she wore heavy makeup, she could be described as still charming, but there was always a sense of weariness. Now, with a light layer of professional makeup on her face, without deliberately concealing the traces of time, she looks radiant. As she walked over with the clatter of her high heels, several employees immediately greeted her with smiles and said, "Good morning, Director Hai."

When Bo Bing saw her coming over, she smiled at her and said, "You've worked hard these past few days, Sister Xia."

The black-haired youth, dressed in Shen Shuang's short-sleeved work clothes, leaned against the back of the booth, his long legs crossed, a camera hanging on his chest. He looked like a college student who had come to volunteer, but Hai Bixia knew that the guy in front of her was a confident and ambitious man, and did not seem like a student of her generation at all.

Hai Bixia had been working in dance halls for many years, but she herself didn't know exactly how many years.

She had met people from all over the country, and everyone's life was different, but her life was just a repetitive cycle. She had never thought about her future—she wasn't qualified, so she simply didn't want to think about it, to avoid the hassle. She would just live as long as she could. The younger staff and customers all called her Sister Xia, but she knew very well how much respect they truly held. To some people, a person working in a store was less valuable than a dog—not as expensive, or as dignified.

Whether it was her former boss or Zhi Yu, it was just a change of management for her. Her decadent life remained unchanged. Hai Bixia counted the days, covering the wrinkles on her face, praying that they would grow slowly.

After hearing of Zhi Yu's death, chaos erupted below, but Hai Bixia remained calm. It was better if he left; although he had nowhere to go, he had some savings and could rent a small house to run a tailoring business. It was also fine if he stayed; he could simply finish his work and then leave.

Until a dejected Cao Xin approached him and asked if he would be willing to ask the new boss for a place to go.

Hai Bixia wanted to laugh. Cao Xin, the once-glorious lackey of Zhi Yu, would actually utter the word "beg" one day? — Cao Xin was barely recyclable among this pile of trash, which was quite loyal.

Approaching forty and having long worked in a people-oriented industry, she possessed a keen ability to read people and naturally noticed Cao Xin's hesitation. She pressed him for details, learning that the new boss he mentioned hadn't even taken them on yet. Cao Xin, with a complicated expression, told him that the new boss's business wasn't related to these matters, and that if she were to come, she hoped she could—

How ridiculous! Did they think Hai Bixia really liked this line of work? She didn't say it aloud, but Cao Xin had piqued her interest, and she agreed to join them—no, to join Shenshuang Pharmaceuticals—she never imagined that one day she would be able to enter a legitimate pharmaceutical factory.

The new boss was very young, almost unbelievably young, but he was experienced in his speech and actions. Even someone as strong as Cao Xin had to watch his step. The new boss took in this group of stray dogs and brought along a manager named Hou Ping, who looked somewhat mercenary and slick, but was also a little timid.

The factory paid wages and subsidies, provided food, lodging, and holiday gifts. After working there for a few months, Xiaohong said she had saved up money to buy an electronic keyboard and enrolled in night school to learn. She also became a junior supervisor and studied business management with Hou Ping and Cao Xin on a government scholarship. When she sat at her desk with her new books, she felt as if Cao Xin and Hou Ping were the same. As a result, her life underwent a dramatic change.

She listened to Cao Xin and Hou Ping talk about Lu Shuang, the armed leader in Southeast Asia, and Yin Fengzhu, the city ruler who used both kindness and force. While feeling envious, she also found her own position more quickly.

—It begins to grow.

She paused for a moment, then smiled again, "Mr. Bo, so early in the morning, dressed so youthfully?"

Bo Bing wasn't annoyed by the teasing, saying, "I occasionally pretend to be young."

"What's going on? This is ruining your image!"

Hai Bixia's gaze shifted, and she ordered Cao Xin to straighten the chair. "It'll be opening soon, put the stools on the yellow line, don't make them crooked! Our people can easily tidy up like that."

Cao Xin was taken aback and looked at the monkey, realizing that he had just kicked it off course.

The monkey winked and said, "What are you looking at! Doesn't Director Hai's word count?"

Bo Bing bent down as if to lift a chair, "Then I'll put it down—"

Seeing Bo Bing reach out, Cao Xin was both anxious and angry but helpless. He immediately stood up, obediently arranged the stool, turned his head, and kicked a large leather shoe at the monkey.

The monkey had anticipated this; it hid behind Bo Bing, then, in a high-pitched, coquettish voice, stomped its foot and cried, "Brother Bing~ Look at him~"

Cao Xin was disgusted, but not to be outdone, he imitated Bo Bing's gentle tone, grabbed Bo Bing's hand, and shook it, "You rascal, you have to stand up for me~"

The employees of Shenshuang Pharmaceutical, who were standing nearby, knew the personalities of these two bosses and were secretly laughing.

"Sister Xia, did you hear that?"

Thin Ice, sandwiched in the middle, tilted her head as if listening intently, and smiled at Hai Bixia, "Where did the ducks come from in Shen Shuang's exhibition area?"

Hai Bixia smiled too. Hou Ping, who was clinging to Bo Bing's back, was dressed in work clothes, white sneakers, and a buzz cut. His eyes were full of energy, and he no longer had the cautiousness he had shown at the beginning. Cao Xin still had his hair in a small braid. His exaggerated tattoos were well covered by his work jacket and shirt. His leather shoes were shiny. The fierceness and dejection that he always had with him were completely gone at this moment.

Thin Ice is a river that appears cold.

she thinks.

It refined all the stones around it even better.