shock!The vase in the entertainment industry was reborn to become a god of learning

Two days passed quickly.

After Shen Youan finished filming, he called a car for Gao Yue and asked her to go back to the hotel first.

Shen Youan waited for 2 minutes at the north gate of Lushui Ancient City, the least crowded area, when a blue supercar parked in front of him.

In the driver's seat, Feng Yueyang took off his sunglasses and looked at Shen You'an.

He said in an exaggerated voice: "Boss, have you practiced some evil technique of gathering yin and replenishing yang? Why do you become more beautiful every time I see you?"

Shen Youan opened the passenger door and said, "If I practice evil skills, I will melt you first."

Feng Yueyang looked scared and crossed his arms like a drama queen: "Then you will lose a little cutie."

Shen Youan couldn't stand it, "There's so much nonsense, just drive."

Feng Yueyang chuckled and started the car.

The blue supercar was twisting and turning in the traffic, posing and attracting the attention of onlookers.

Shen Youan felt embarrassed and asked Feng Yueyang to raise the hood.

The two of them are going to meet Liang Wei today.

He had given up treatment, left the hospital, and went home to recuperate, but the medical team still followed him so that he could suffer less pain in his final days.

Two days ago, Liang Wei took the initiative to contact Feng Yueyang and booked a table at Zi Ruixuan, asking Feng Yueyang to give him this face no matter what.

Feng Yueyang can probably guess what Liang Wei is going to do, which is why he is in this business today.

"I don't know what kind of excessive demands Liang Wei, an old fox, will make. I haven't settled his son's debt with him yet."

When no one responded, Feng Yueyang turned around and saw Shen You'an holding his mobile phone, all his attention on it.

He was a little unhappy.

Who is the boss messaging?

Unfortunately, the phone screen was reflective and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The moment Shen Youan received the WeChat message, he was stunned.

She looked at her WeChat avatar, which showed a sunflower blooming against the sun. It had a bright and positive style, but she added a layer of low-saturation filters and used an obvious fading effect, creating a desolate and melancholy atmosphere. Thinking of the cold late autumn.

The other party sent a photo, followed by a text.

——On the night of the 31st, there will be a live broadcast of the final night at the Municipal Stadium. There will be my performance. If you have time, can you come and watch it?

Shen Youan clicked on the picture, which was a photo of the tickets.

Shen Youan stared at the words with a bit of caution, as if she could see the young man's dark eyes looking at her expectantly.

I really couldn't bear to have disappointment in those eyes.

Opening the keyboard with her fingertips, she replied - OK.

The other party responded almost instantly - you can bring your friends and tell me how many tickets you need before coming [smile]

A drifting car drove into the parking lot, Shen Youan looked up, and the Chinese-style building of Zi Ruixuan appeared in front of him.

Shen Youan closed her cell phone and followed Feng Yueyang into the restaurant door.

Feng Yueyang reported the name of the box and was led upstairs by the waiter.

Passing by a private room, I almost bumped into a young man who came out of it.

"You fucking don't have eyesight when you walk around." The young man was so angry that he cursed when he opened his mouth.

When he looked up and saw Feng Yueyang's face, he quickly knelt down with a flattering smile on his face: "It turns out to be Mr. Feng. I don't have good eyesight and almost bumped into Mr. Feng. I hope you, Mr. Feng, have a lot of energy and don't talk to me. General calculations."

Feng Yueyang snorted coldly and glanced into the box: "What are you doing here?"

The box door was ajar, and the fumes of laughter and wine rushed into his face. Feng Yueyang frowned subconsciously and raised his hand to rub his nose.

Huang Xi chuckled and asked in a flattering manner: "I wonder if Mr. Feng knows about the program Teenage Idol?"

Feng Yueyang nodded coldly: "I've heard of it."

"My uncle is an investor in this show. The finals are about to begin. Major entertainment companies earn a lot of money by earning a position. I will follow my uncle to gain more experience. By the way, Mr. Feng, I will give you some VIP tickets for the finals. For tickets, you can bring your friends to see the event.”

Huang Xi's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the people around Feng Yueyang.

The man was dressed in black, with a hat, mask and glasses, which covered him tightly, but he still had an eye-catching aura and a somewhat inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Keep it for yourself."

When Feng Yueyang was a playboy, he had several model girlfriends. They had really hot bodies and were really money-loving, so much so that Feng Yueyang had no fondness for the entertainment industry at all.

He stepped forward and walked away. After taking two steps, he suddenly thought of Shen Youan following behind him and couldn't help but stop and look back.

In the flash of lightning, he thought of the boy who was troubled by that boy Liang Cai in the club last time. If he remembered correctly, he was one of the popular contestants of Teen Idol.

The boss stood up for him.

When Huang Xizheng was a little disappointed, he saw Feng Yueyang suddenly look at him: "Send the ticket to the company and give it to my assistant."

Huang Xi was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly after realizing it, "Don't worry, Mr. Feng, it must be the best position."

Feng Yueyang nodded, and when Shen Youan caught up with him, they left side by side.

Huang Xi scratched his head, stared at the two people's walking away, and sighed: "Master Feng has changed so much that he doesn't even dare to recognize it."

They used to hang out in the same circle, and he was very aware of Feng Yueyang's virtues and standard dandy. At that time, people in the circle were still teasing Feng Yueyang to see how many days he could endure without changing his clothes. As a result, his girlfriend changed her clothes better than him. Still working hard.

From voluptuous female models to innocent schoolgirls, there is no one he doesn't like.

Something happened to Feng Chi, and I thought that Feng Yueyang's good days were coming to an end, but he turned out to be a man of his own, and his name was almost becoming a legend in the industry.

In the past, friends in the circle talked about Feng Yueyang's changes, but he didn't take it seriously. Today, he saw with his own eyes that he had indeed changed a lot. He couldn't see any of the dandyism of the past. Uncle is even more powerful.

Huang Xi muttered, "We have been apart for three days, so we should look at each other with admiration."

The sound of false politeness as people pushed cups and changed cups came through the gap in the ajar door. Huang Xi frowned in disgust. Sure enough, he was still not used to this kind of situation.

"Master Huang, who were you talking to just now?" A confused voice sounded from behind.

Huang Xi said angrily: "What does it have to do with you?"

The young man covered his mouth and smiled, his shy look almost made Huang Xi vomit.

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

Huang Xi jumped.

"I know Mr. Huang doesn't like me. Mr. Huang likes Rong Xianning. It's a pity. He is Mr. Ding's darling. Ding is always reluctant to let him come on occasions like this. It's not like me. No one loves anyone. My love, it’s just a weed.”

The young man's tone was somewhat self-pitying.

"Shut up, you, with your sissy look, you will never be popular in eight hundred lifetimes."

Huang Xi turned around and walked away, as if a wild dog was chasing him, his steps were extremely fast.

The young man stared at Huang Xi's back, his eyes darkened.

"Xu Si." A voice came from the box.

The smile returned to the young man's face and he returned to the box with a smile.

"Mr. He, please call me."

"I just told Mr. Huang that you are a very kind and talented kid, especially good at singing Kunqu opera. Mr. Huang is a fan of opera. As soon as he heard that you knew Kunqu opera, he immediately became interested."

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and soon his face was filled with a smile, and he looked at the man on the throne: "It turns out that Mr. Huang likes to listen to music. You should have told me earlier, this is my specialty."

After saying this, the young man's hand was as smooth as the wind, and he pinched an orchid finger with his other hand. He saw that the slender finger hook was like a full moon and as soft as boneless. It was really wonderful.

Mr. Huang's eyes immediately lit up. As soon as the expert took action, he would know if there was any.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers bloomed all over the place, but they all ended up in ruins..." The lyrics are beautiful, lingering and tactful, the pace of the song is fast and furious, and the pronunciation is very delicate and exquisite. It seems to pull people into a pear orchard for a moment.

The young man tried to sing a few words and said shyly: "I haven't practiced for a long time and I am rusty, which made Mr. Huang laugh."

"Papa papa" applause sounded.

Mr. Huang's eyes brightened and he said to the man who was lowering his head: "Mr. He, you have dug up a treasure."

The man smiled: "Mr. Huang, if you praise too much, children will become proud."

"Oh, you should be praised for singing well."

He looked at the slightly uneasy young man: "Listen to your singing and learn from the Qingyan Sect. I think back then, this was the number one school of Kun Opera. Back then, the crowds were crowded. The number one student, Mei Mengjun, was better than the popular star singers now. There’s a lot of fire, but it’s a pity that these intangible cultural heritages are now gone.”

The young man's eyes dimmed slightly and his eyelashes drooped.

"Mr. Huang is so awesome."

He didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

"Mr. Huang, look at how upright this kid is. He has worked hard on the basic skills of opera since he was a child. He also has singing skills. These are advantages that those contestants do not have. Wouldn't it be a pity if he can't make his debut?"

Mr. Huang nodded with satisfaction: "Indeed, just because you are the successor of the Qingyan Sect, you are worthy of a debut position. I, Huang Qi, keep my word."

"Mr. Huang is so brave. Thank you very much, Mr. Huang."

Xu Si's eyes were finally filled with joy, and he bowed sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Huang. I will continue to work hard and live up to your expectations."

The young man sat down, his heart finally settled.

Huang Qi answered a phone call midway and left early.

There were only two people left at the table.

The young man glanced at the man opposite him cautiously: "He...Mr. He, should we go?"

"Xiao Xu, you performed well today." The man smiled.

Xu Siqian laughed twice: "I still have to thank you, Mr. He, for your support, otherwise I would never have gotten this opportunity."

The man smiled, seeming to take advantage of the words.

"You are a smart man and should know that there is no free lunch in the world."

The young man's fingers hanging on his knees dug into his clothes. He lowered his eyebrows and remained motionless, as if he was petrified.

The man was not in a hurry and took a sip of tea slowly.

After a while, the young man said in a hoarse voice: "But why do you always give orders?"

A smile appeared on the man's face again, and his eyes looked at him with relief and love.

"In this industry, obedient children usually go far. I have a good eye and I selected a good young talent."

The young man felt bitter inside, but he didn't dare to show anything on his face.

The man stood up and picked up the coat hanging aside, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

The young man followed the man step by step.

The lights in the corridor were dim and blurry.

He Qian drank some wine and was a little drunk now. His feet staggered and he almost hit the wall.

Xu Si helped him quickly with quick eyes and hands: "Mr. He, are you okay?"

He Qian smiled and patted his face: "It's okay. If you look carefully, your boy is quite handsome. He is no worse than the guy named Rong. Work hard and we can surpass him."

The man said, touching Xu Si's delicate little face with his fingers.

Xu Si endured his nausea and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. He, I will work hard."

"Ah."

Footsteps were heard not far away.

He Qian turned his head subconsciously.

A slender figure walked slowly, and every step seemed to step on his heart.

He Qian suddenly pushed Xu Si away and rushed towards the woman.

He blocked the woman's way, her face was covered with a mask, and the dim lighting in the corridor made it impossible to see the woman's facial features, but her figure and temperament were really outstanding.

According to his experience in beauty hunting, there must be an extremely stunning appearance under the mask.

He looked like an alcoholic pervert. Like ordinary girls, he would be frightened, but the girl in front of him was very calm.

He Qian was even more excited, this was the person he was looking for.

"Beauty, are you interested in entering the entertainment industry? This is my business card."

He Qian took out a business card and handed it to the other party.

The other party didn't answer, "You're blocking my way."

This sound is like the sounds of nature.

He Qian felt even more drunk.

"Have you heard of Platinum Entertainment? It doesn't matter if you don't know. You should know Chen Shucheng, the most popular young actor at the moment. I promoted the best actress Zhou Qing. I also brought him out back then. Follow me, you It will definitely become popular all over the country and become the next Zhou Qing."

Behind the lenses, a pair of dark eyes stared at him quietly.

Even after changing time and space, this scene still happens as usual.

However, compared to the humble coaxing at the moment, when He Qian faced a down-and-out waiter, his attitude was much more arrogant, as if he could sign her because he thought highly of her.

The mysteriously dressed young woman in Zi Ruixuan. Although she is a little drunk, she is not stupid. She must have some background. It is useless to use the same tactics to deal with innocent little girls.

He held the business card between his slender fingers. Just when He Qian was happy and thought that the other party could not withstand his temptation, he saw with his own eyes that those jade fingers tore the business card into pieces in two or three strokes.

Su raised his hand and sprinkled it all over his body.

"Sign me, you don't have the ability yet."

So domineering and arrogant.

He Qian was stunned.

The woman walked away without even looking at him.

He Qian turned around suddenly: "Stop."

This was the first time that someone pointed at his nose and humiliated him, and He Qian couldn't swallow it.

The woman left without looking back.

He Qian caught up with him in two or two steps, and was about to reach out to grab the woman's shoulder. The woman seemed to have eyes behind her back. She accurately grabbed He Qian's wrist and pulled it gently. He heard a crisp sound, and He Qian returned. There was no time to scream, and then the world spun before his eyes.

An over-the-shoulder throw hit him hard to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Xu Si was so shocked that he could put an egg in his mouth.

Who knew that this woman, who looked so slender and frail, could have such great strength.

He Qian screamed and cursed through gritted teeth: "You are looking for death."

The girl stepped on his head with one foot, and a cold and ruthless voice came from above her head: "You bumped into him yourself."

I didn't go to settle accounts with you, but you couldn't wait to run into me.

Then don't blame me for being rude.