After Being Possessed by Spirit World Giants [Transmigration Book]

Mao Shining was so careful, which aroused Wen Yue's curiosity.

He took the USB drive in his hand, turned and walked towards the computer desk.

Mao Shining followed behind, "Huh? You won't let me get close to the computer?"

"What do you think?"

"Go to the Internet cafe..." Mao Shining muttered softly.

"From now on, the computer desk will be unlocked for you." Wen Yue smiled, Internet cafes are more dangerous.

The moment he turned on the power, Wen Yue suddenly felt a little regretful, "What if a power-on password is set..."

The screen flashed twice, and the operation interface appeared smoothly.

Wen Yue breathed a sigh of relief, the U disk folder popped up, there were several videos in it, and he clicked on one.

The snowflake screen continues to enter half of the speed bar...

Wen Yue: "Is a UFO coming? Where should I look?"

Mao Xing shrank behind him, "It will be soon, let me build up my mind first."

At 35 seconds, the screen suddenly changed, and the man in black and black hat raised his head in the steaming fog.

"Lu Feng?!" Wen Yue's body tightened, "When did you take this picture?"

"Didn't I get knocked out by Lu Feng? The invisible camera in my upper pocket is still working..."

Mao Shining shouted, "Look, look, is Lu Feng a ghost? He's actually swallowing clouds!"

"Actually, you are also possessed by a ghost." Wen Yue thought to himself, if Mao Shining knows the truth, she must be scared to death.

"...that's avalanche fog." Wen Yuexin babbled nonsense, and Mao Shining was not like a person who followed science popularization, so he probably couldn't understand it.

"Really? Why haven't I seen it?" Mao Shining was puzzled.

Wen Yue rested his chin, "You haven't encountered an avalanche, have you?"

"That's not true..." Mao Shining said timidly, "You can read on."

In the rear camera, there are indeed images of drifting up and down and entering the cave.

It's just that I don't know what is disturbing, the picture is not very clear, and there is no sound from the beginning to the end.

Anyone who has experienced it will not deny the authenticity of this video.

"Brother Yue, what happened that day?" Mao Shining asked bluntly, "How could this be recorded?"

Wen Yue played it back twice, his mind was spinning fast, and he was talking nonsense in a serious manner.

"I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would think too much. That day Lu Feng was going to kidnap you and run away, so I chased you all the way."

"In the end, there was an avalanche, he hurt his head, and you were half buried. I took the risk to drag you back..."

Wen Yue had no choice but to continue to put gold on his face.

"That's it, no wonder the rescue team found us in the cave."

Mao Shining immediately believed his words, and said with a limp body, "Brother Yue saved lives twice, and he was reborn with kindness. I have nothing to repay, but..."

"Don't worry, the future is long." Wen Yue smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Mao Shining was very touched, "Yeah, come to Japan, come to Japan!"

Wen Yue: "...the idioms should be fully explained."

Mao Shining smiled and said: "Brother Yue, you don't know, I have weak characters and tend to attract dirty things. My mother said I saw it when I was a child. Of course I don't remember it, hahaha!"

Wen Yue: "...No wonder."

"By the way, I'm going to use the computer." Mao Shining came closer while speaking.

"what?"

"Reply to the conclusion."

"Reply to whom?"

"It's a long story. Because of my weak horoscope, I often study these things. I joined a supernatural event forum."

"Many netizens uploaded photos or encounters of supernatural events for everyone to analyze. If the oolong incident is finally confirmed, I will go up and reply, so the last ones are unsolved cases, which are all creepy."

Mao Shining said that while operating the keyboard proficiently, the speed of the hands can be seen as an expert in playing games.

Wen Yue stood by and watched as he wrote a line of bold red words on the title: "It has been confirmed that it is not a supernatural event, and the white smoke is an avalanche fog."

Wen Yue: ...

Mao Shining continued: "Go to my house at night, there is a musty smell everywhere, let the wind blow through for a few days before staying."

"Ding dong!" The computer prompt sounded suddenly, and an email popped up from the lower right corner.

"Brother Yue, there's an email." Mao Shining reminded.

"It's so convenient to send a message, who would send an email?" Wen Yue wondered, "Click to open it."

The content of the email is simple, the tone is condescending, and the tone is commanding: "Come to my office at nine o'clock in the evening."

The other party has no signature, and the mailbox name shows two letters: W_W

Wen Yue was at a loss, but Mao Shining said, "Brother Yue, I know you're angry after I told you, but I have to say, when will your contract with that bastard expire?"

"Bastard?" Wen Yue said, although Mao Shining's mouth was a little broken, he didn't swear often, and he seemed to hate this guy very much.

"You even forgot this? I told you not to go to the hospital..."

Mao Shining saw his unfamiliar reaction, and added with some concern, "Your manager Wu Wei is a disgrace to the industry!"

"What did he do to make you so angry?" Wen Yue asked,

Mao Shining stood up, and said seriously: "Oh, I'm full of gossip here, and there is evidence that he has already been sent to prison."

"But you must be careful. It is said that he only cheats his own people. You have been with him for several years, and you don't find anything suspicious?"

Wen Yue shrugged, "Thank you for reminding me."

Mao Shining pointed at the screen, "Take a look at this time, what business are you talking about half the night, is he so busy?!"

Wen Yue knows well what it means to be an agent in the entertainment industry. After experiencing these things, he has some understanding of the original owner. If he doesn't have the slightest trust, there must be a reason why he has been with this agent for several years.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's go and see, what if there is a red envelope?" Besides, in order to treat my mother, the problem of funds is imminent.

"Okay, call me if you have something to do." Mao Xingxian reminded cautiously, forcing Wen Yue to agree, and left in a hurry.

It was still early, Wen Yue bought boiled noodles, luncheon meat, eggs and yogurt at the supermarket.

First fry the eggs on both sides until golden brown, then fry the luncheon meat slices, and cook the noodles in a pot.

Add fried eggs and luncheon meat slices up one size, and a bowl of classic Hong Kong-style luncheon meat fried egg doll noodles is done, and a sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

Finally, a small can of yogurt was used to fill the gaps and relieve the greasy, Wen Yue finished it contentedly, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Through Wu Wei, Wen Yue knew that he was currently affiliated with "Bitao Entertainment".

The company is ten kilometers away, just between Mao's house and the city center.

Wen Yue got into the taxi and recalled the tree diagram of the entertainment industry on the wall.

The scale of "Bitao Entertainment" is in the middle-lower range in the industry, and most of its artists are third-tier artists. Their works are single and quite satisfactory, and their development potential is very limited.

Wu Wei is one of the shareholders, and the broker can reach the capital level, and his ability is still very good.

Wen Yue is used to doing homework in advance, so that he will be more confident.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the entrance of the company. At this time, most of the employees had already left work, and only three or five lights were on sporadically in the entire office building.

The phone vibrated again, and a man's voice came from the receiver, "Not yet? [-], hurry up!"

"It's not like a manager talking to an artist, it's like a landlord talking to a long-term worker..."

Wen Yue thought to himself that he was not angry, but rather curious by the interaction between the two.

He walked into the building and pressed the elevator to the fourth floor.

Pushing open the door, Wen Yue was choked by the thick smoke.

The middle-aged man was leaning on the class chair, crossing his legs and smoking a cigar.

A double chin with a beer belly, and a pair of sparrow-like black bean eyes shone with a sly light.

"It's been so long, I thought you had an accident on the road." Wu Wei spoke in a rude way with a treacherous smile.

"It's not even nine o'clock, so I'm not late." Wen Yue sat on the sofa opposite, "What do you want from me?"

Wu Wei was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "Boy, did you lose your temper when you went to the snow mountain? Do you still know your last name?"

"By the way, I'd have forgotten if you didn't remind me. When will the payment be settled?" Wen Yue's tone was not lacking in force.

Wu Wei rolled his eyes, jumped off the chair, picked up a bottle of mineral water and put it on the coffee table, "Are you tight?"

Wen Yue looked at him squarely: "Isn't it my legal right?"

"Hey, I haven't seen you for three days, so you're so stubborn?" Wu Wei said with a smile, took out a stack of papers from the drawer, and pushed them in front of him, "Will you take a look again?"

Wen Yue held it in his hand, it was the original owner's contract.

He glanced quickly, and a burst of anger rushed to the top of his head. He had seen a lot of tricks in the entertainment industry, and this was the first time he had seen such a shameless overlord clause.

This kind of prostitution contract has been signed for ten years, and the initiative to renew it is not in his own hands.

Wen Yue took a few deep breaths, and tried to keep her tone as calm as possible, "The division of rights and responsibilities in this contract is not equal. I am going to apply for labor arbitration."

Wu Wei's expression suddenly became distorted and then quickly returned to normal, "Hey, don't wait three days to treat each other with admiration. What's the rush? If you have something to say, drink your saliva first."

The thick smoke in the room made Wen Yue's throat very uncomfortable, and his mood became irritable. He unscrewed the bottle cap and took two sips.

Wu Wei raised his ass and moved closer, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I am not the only one who has the final say on the contract. It's so late, why don't we think differently."

"How did you think about the matter I mentioned to you last time? The opportunity is rare, and there is still plenty of money. There is still more to relieve your anxiety..."

"What's the matter?" Wen Yue asked.

"You're so forgetful, kid," Wu Wei exaggerated his expression of surprise.

"As far as that matter is concerned, the other party has a lot of background. You are guaranteed to make a lot of money, and you may have a bright career." Wu Wei got closer and closer, breaking the conventional distance.

Wen Yue was very disgusted with Wu Wei's eyes, and instinctively leaned back, vaguely understanding what he meant, that the most disgusting method back then fell on her today.

"There's no need to discuss this matter, goodbye!" Wen Yue got up quickly, not wanting to stay for a moment.

He secretly made up his mind to sever ties with this disgusting company. Before he could stand still, he was grabbed by the arm and dragged back to the sofa.

"Don't be shameless!" Wu Wei's vicious voice rang out from his ears, with a strong smell of alcohol.

"Do you think the wings are hard? The Mao family's two young children want to join the entertainment industry, and the master told them to die without knowing how they died!"

Wen Yue hit the back of his head against the wooden backrest, feeling dizzy for a while, and his stomach began to churn.