Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

He Jinlan was surprised by her boss's attitude.

Is it true love?

True love without even a way to contact you?

It's incomprehensible why he always felt that Yin Su was the one who was throwing himself at him.

No, no, no, he must have seen it wrong.

Bo Yuntian was surprised by his brother's attitude.

He both respected and feared Yin Su. He knew that Yin Su was an actor. Because of his handsome appearance and good acting skills, he was very famous among the younger generation. Almost all the girls in his class liked Yin Su.

A topic of conversation during leisure time.

He never expected that the "friend" Li Yumei mentioned on the phone was actually the famous movie star Yin Su.

It's clear that Yin Su holds a very high position, and they are from completely different worlds.

Why is my brother acting this way?

Could it be that kind of relationship? Bo Yuntian felt a little trembling, but... although he had heard that people in the entertainment industry were into all sorts of things, to be honest, his brother wasn't at the level where those guys would want to keep him as a mistress, was he?

Bo Yuntian was somewhat confused.

Yin Su successfully added Bo Bing and pinned Bo Bing's account "ICE" to the top of Feng Tianhan's account "ICY".

Looking at their chat messages side by side, it seems kind of cute.

Bo Bing's profile picture is a large head of a black-haired pixelated figure, looking a bit blank.

Yin Su smiled, opened the chat window, and couldn't resist clicking.

—You patted the corpse of "Thin Ice".

Hmm, that's a bit too bright.

Yin Su frantically tried to back down.

"Why are you so handsy?"

Bo Bing had already seen it. This was the first time Bo Bing had seen the original owner's patting action. She was amused by Yin Su's youthful behavior and said, "Why don't you go and pat Feng Tianhan's corpse?"

Unlucky.

Thin clouds and mist filled the sky.

He Jinlan was sweating profusely. Was this little trainee going to get into a car accident on the spot by the boss any second?

How dare you mention that person's name?

And you're poking fun at your boss's sore spot?

"If I had known I could bring someone to life with those photos," Yin Su sighed, returning to the main WeChat interface and opening Feng Tianhan's account chat window. "I would have taken a few more photos."

As he spoke, he patted Feng Tianhan's profile picture nostalgically—those few carefree, wandering figures.

In front of thin ice.

—You patted your "godfather" on the shoulder.

Bo Bing felt inexplicably sad.

Because Yin Su and Feng Tianhan's communication stopped on a certain day.

I'm on the plane now, going to turn off my phone and catch up on some sleep later.

What time does your godfather's flight arrive? I'll come pick you up.

Yin Su did not receive a reply, presumably because Feng Tianhan had turned off his phone and gone to sleep.

So type the next line.

Have a safe journey!

A prophecy.

Yin Su also noticed Bo Bing's emotions.

Send a simple emoji.

Bo Bing's phone vibrated, and a crying cat emoji popped up in her chat window.

Bo Bing thought for a moment and sent a cat-patting emoji.

Yinsu was visibly clearing up after being mostly cloudy.

Now, He Jinlan was completely confused.

The strange atmosphere quickly dissipated.

He Jinlan focused on driving, but Bo Yuntian was having a good conversation with the two people in the back.

Most of it is about Yin Su and Bo Bing's program.

Yin Su also vaguely mentioned that Bo Bing had fought off the thugs that day, which finally made Bo Yuntian realize that Bo Bing was his "savior".

As for the rest, Yin Su didn't go into much detail.

Outside the window, a vibrant green of spring unfolds. Unlike the gray, barren mountains of the Northwest, which exude a resilient spirit, this place boasts beautiful scenery and a modern atmosphere.

This was also the first time that Bo Yuntian had ever seen a bustling, modern metropolis.

I couldn't help but be amazed.

I'm still a little envious.

No wonder everyone around me is saying that getting into a big city means more opportunities, which is better than staying in the mountains for the rest of my life.

Even Wang Ergou, who dropped out of school a few years ago to work in the capital of G province, has gained a lot of knowledge and experience when he returned to the village this year.

They kept talking about how the boss lived in a big house, drove a luxury car, and kissed two sexy young women in the street. They said how wealthy he was and how he brought back a lot of "brand names" and "local specialties" for his relatives, making the villagers very envious.

It's as if you've become a big boss who lives in a high-rise building, drives a luxury car, and kisses an internet celebrity.

In reality, he was just a laborer who earned a living by eating steamed buns and pickled vegetables for a day, working thirteen hours a day fixing screws. The "rich man" he was referring to was his factory owner.

During their lunch break, they would often curse the sons of bitches, complain about the women's lack of decency, and grumble about the landlord's shameless rent increase.

Despite their criticisms, they secretly wished they could take his place, but this dream of leaping over the dragon gate remained just that—a fantasy. They would still have to do just as much work as they were supposed to.

But the villagers all felt that Er Gou would have a bright future if he went to the big city and endured some hardship.

The more barren the soil, the more people yearn to become "superior people".

Being young and impetuous, Bo Yuntian thought to himself, and then told him about Wang Ergou.

"Brother, if we suffer more, will we be able to live a good life?"

—It's the fragile self-esteem of a young person that's causing the problem.

That's how it is at this age. You think you're special, you have a slightly excessive sense of self, and it's also the age when you're most goal-oriented and ambitious.

After the boy finished speaking, he seemed to realize that the occasion was inappropriate and fell silent, his eyes secretly glancing at Bo Bing.

Yin Su and He Jinlan remained silent.

The man turned his head, seemingly also wanting to know Bo Bing's answer.

"Ah, they say you are what you eat..."

His tone was consistently disdainful and extremely cold.

Yin Su thought.

"Therefore, enduring hardship does not make you superior to others."

Bo Bing gave a knowing smile, but his words were chillingly cold.

"Eating people is acceptable."