Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing didn't seem to care much about what had happened on Yin Su's side.

[Don't you want to know what's happening to Yin Su right now?]

A cold, mechanical sound.

The young man didn't even look up as he packed his things. He put some change in his pocket, stretched and did some exercises, and answered the system's questions in a cold tone.

“If I have to worry about something like this, then he might as well give up,” Bo Bing said, putting on his navy blue hat and backpack and changing into his usual dark turtleneck shirt. “He won’t die, as long as he doesn’t.”

I've told him everything.

The utmost benevolence and righteousness.

You really do... trust him.

"I don't trust him, I trust myself, that's all."

Bo Bing greeted Bo Yuntian and then went out.

The young man's incredibly arrogant words silenced Alpha for a moment.

Don't you think that telling him directly might lead to other changes?

"Before I told him, I had already accepted the so-called 'change,' hadn't I?"

The young man chuckled and retorted, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who's only talking after the fact?"

He didn't mind making Yin Su wary, letting the other party mistakenly believe that he still had power firmly in his hands—this couldn't be an honest gamble; everything he had now was a bargaining chip on the gambling table to determine his future.

For Feng Tianhan, interests and fear are always the means to maintain alliances, so since he told Yin Su this news, he intended to put pressure on him.

After all, Yin Su is currently on his side on the surface.

However, given his current situation, it's practically impossible for him to know what underhanded things the man might be up to.

The system's appearance, the reason for his resurrection, and the various coincidences that happened to him... He didn't want to talk about it, but Yin Su seemed to be considering something as well, and selectively didn't ask him.

It's too difficult to survive solely on someone else's trust.

Fortunately, he seemed to have something that Yin Su wanted, and Yin Su didn't seem to have any unbearable hostility towards him.

Otherwise, Yin Su could have easily done something shady when he recognized him.

Bo Bing walked towards Li Feng's house, which was something she had agreed upon with Li Feng the night before. During this period, she would go to drive cars with a group of Li Feng's acquaintances.

Bo Bing's backpack contained some toiletries and gloves, and Li Feng was completely sober. That's how people like them are; they may be drunk, but it's not so easy for them to get completely passed out.

Li Feng had finished tidying up, and Li Bo had also woken up. When he saw Bo Bing, he looked a little embarrassed.

Bo Bing knew that the child still hadn't come to terms with his thoughts. Li Feng, standing to the side, was just smoking his pipe in worry. Wang Lanzhi would occasionally advise him to take it easy and let the child go and broaden his horizons.

This kid still wants to experience life in the real world.

"That guy won't turn back until he hits a brick wall," Bo Bing patted his shoulder.

The young man is quite strong; it seems he can keep up with the car.

"Uncle, which way do I go?"

“Wait a minute, let’s drive to the villager’s warehouse first and pick up some of last year’s medicinal herbs,” Li Feng said, putting down his pipe after he’d had his fill. “They’re all for H County. They have connections there who’re involved in tourism and need the herbs urgently. It’ll be good business for them. We can just take them over there.”

Bo Bing expressed her understanding, saying that this trip would definitely not involve driving a large truck, but rather a medium-sized van, with herself and Li Feng taking turns driving.

As for Li Bo, he was just there to make up the numbers. They gave him a week off, enough for him to experience life.

Li Feng sighed, his words implying something about Li Bo, "Sigh, all I'm doing is trying to make some time for my son."

The boy looked ashamed and helpless.

Wang Lanzhi kicked Li Feng, telling him to say something nice, since Bo Bing was still there.

Bo Bing consciously sat in the passenger seat. Li Feng drove, and Li Bo sat in the middle seat, listening to the conversation between Li Feng and Bo Bing.

He was somewhat surprised to find that Bo Bing, who didn't look much older than him and Bo Yuntian, was very experienced in interpersonal relationships. When Li Feng talked about things from ten years ago, Bo Bing knew about cars and roads that even he didn't know.

No wonder his father always praises Bo Yuntian for his good studies at home, and then mentions that Bo Bing is knowledgeable, honest, and has a good eye for people. If he were as cunning as Bo Bing, his father would have sent him to join the underworld.

As soon as they got in the car, Bo Bing placed a whole carton of Hongtashan cigarettes next to Li Feng. It was full of loose boxes, so he could just open it and smoke it right away. Although people here like to smoke this cheap Hongtashan, giving away such a carton probably wasn't cheap.

"Oh my, Hongtashan!"

It's not surprising that Li Bo knew the brand of these cigarettes when he called them out.

He always hung out with those hooligans, indulging in the three major vices of smoking, fighting, and drinking. Aside from not having found a girlfriend yet, he had his share of troublesome deeds.

In the eyes of penniless thugs who rely on collecting protection money, seven and a half or eight yuan for a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes is not cheap, and there are also cigarettes that cost four or five yuan a pack to satisfy their cravings.

To fit in, Li Bo had smoked quite a bit. He watched as his father's gloomy face vanished instantly, replaced by a rosy glow from being coaxed. Then he looked at Bo Bing fiddling with something at his feet and began to ponder.

"Don't say anything, doesn't your old man know this is Hongtashan?" Li Feng clicked his tongue, turned the steering wheel, and said to Bo Bing, "This, Xiao Bing, you've spent money again... Hehe, last time I also accepted your friend's Xuanhemen and Huazi... I feel so bad..."

"Of course," Bo Bing replied with a smile. "Xuanhemen and Huazi are for looking at, not for smoking. Hongtashan cigarettes are durable, aren't they?"

In reality, Wang Lanzhi accepted all the expensive cigarettes, saying it was to do a favor for someone important.

Li Feng chuckled, pleased. "Right, right, I love smoking Hongtashan cigarettes on the road. If I don't see anyone, I don't even want to eat black Lanzhou cigarettes."

"Dad, you can't keep up with the smoke. I just love smoking Black Lanzhou cigarettes."

Li Bo was unconvinced.

"Gungung, you spend all day hanging out with those filthy dogs, what do you know?"

"I just know it."

"You're so young and you're already smoking? Why don't you learn from your brother Bo Bing?" Li Feng spat out the window at the dirt road and began his middle-aged man's lecturing and boasting. "Your brother Bo Bing doesn't smoke in the underworld, yet he still lets us go to Shanghai without spending a penny. We even get to eat and take things with us. You haven't seen it, even the bodyguards in black have to make way for us..."

Listening to the crude language and unique preaching style, Bo Bing struggled to suppress her laughter.

However, he remained calm on the surface, simply telling him which cigarettes were good and which were bad, which made Li Feng nod repeatedly and Li Boer admire him greatly.

Bo Bingge has changed a lot.

He wasn't unaware of Bo Bing; he had visited his second aunt's house many times, and his relationship with Bo Yuntian was fairly good.

Bo Bing was indeed a good person before; even his cousin told him not to get close to Bo Bing.

He felt that although his older brother had a terrible temper, he was also incredibly timid. Whenever they met, he always seemed weak and cowardly, so they couldn't really get along. He wasn't the kind of person who knew how to build relationships.

But after not seeing each other for a while, the changes in the other person were clearly visible.

Putting aside his strange skills and worldly wisdom, the way he talks about the differences between cigarettes now makes him seem more like a seasoned smoker than he actually is.

There's only one good cigarette brand in the Northwest: Lanzhou. No matter what age you are, every hoodlum carries a pack to save face.

Black Lanzhou cigarettes are the most common, costing twenty yuan a pack. They look prestigious when you smoke them. There are also cheaper options, like the eleven-yuan Ruyi, seven-yuan Paper Lanzhou, and six-yuan Blue Lanzhou, but not many people smoke them. At that price, honestly, you might as well smoke Hongtashan or the cheaper Baisha. Above that is Jixiang Lanzhou... and above that, the well-known top-of-the-line Huazi.

Bo Bing had smoked in his previous life, but the original owner of this body didn't have the habit, so he naturally quit. Therefore, he tried his best to persuade the father and son, explaining that smoking wasn't good.

After collecting the medicinal herbs, the group stopped at a food stall under the overpass at the highway exit for dinner. Li Feng enjoyed a smoke, while Bo Bing went to the restroom.

Around 5 p.m., the area was already ablaze with neon signs, so brightly colored that it was almost blinding.

Even Bo Bing and Li Bo were asked if they needed a hotel room.

Bo Bing grabbed the dazed Li Bo and, speaking in a thick local dialect, led him out of the alleyway leading to the restroom.

A man wearing men's cologne walked towards us. He was wearing a black vest, had a buzz cut, thick eyebrows, and a single eye. His white shirt was draped over his arm. The man had a fierce expression, was broad-shouldered and muscular, and was clearly the most popular type of Northwestern man among the women here.

But clearly, he's not the kind of guy who's looking for fun.

Bo Bing lowered her eyes, secretly covering Li Bo's mouth before he could ask a question, and brushed past the man.

The familiar, nauseating smell of blood, mixed with perfume, teased Bo Bing's thin, excited nerves.