Although Zhao Xue felt somewhat reluctant, Lizi's condition was not good, so she had to give up.
Lizi had a lot on his mind, and did not object to the boss's suggestion.
She really needed to think carefully about how to act with Dian Bei.
The previous situation could not happen again.
Carrying the entire performance alone was truly exhausting.
Don't Forget About the Baby Bar
Dian Bei happily embraced two young women, indulging in a peach on one side and a cherry on the other, living a carefree and lavish lifestyle.
These past few days had been his happiest moments.
No worries, no sorrow, nothing at all.
He didn't have to worry about the family business going bankrupt, nor did he have to worry about the Man in Black's little whip.
Wait a minute.
Dian Bei wiped his slightly intoxicated eyes, straining to open them wide and look ahead.
Black clothes, black pants, black shoes.
Dian Bei's knees involuntarily slid down to the floor.
No matter how the girls on either side tried to support him, he couldn't stand up.
The alcohol in Dian Bei's body instantly evaporated upon seeing the burly man in black.
Forming beads of sweat.
"Man in... in Black, if you have any orders, you could have just called. Why bother coming in person?"
He wiped the sweat while kneeling and said respectfully.
Smack
The burly man in black snapped his fingers, and another group of men in black entered.
They cleared out the girls present, as well as any idle bystanders.
The Man in Black turned and walked towards the exit, casually waving his hand behind him.
A group of burly men in black immediately surrounded the kneeling Dian Bei on command.
The Man in Black walked out of the private room, closing the door behind him.
He lit a cigarette at the entrance and calmly puffed away.
After the cigarette burned down to the filter, the Man in Black calmly pushed open the private room door.
Dian Bei could no longer even kneel anymore.
He lay limp on the floor, helplessly looking at the Man in Black.
The Man in Black carefully examined Dian Bei's face, satisfied to find no abnormalities.
He nodded approvingly.
"I won't say much. The Big Boss is very displeased with how you treated Lizi last time. What just happened was a small warning. If there's a next time, you'd better be prepared for the consequences."
"Also, there's another scene to perform in a couple days. Go rehearse with Lizi tomorrow. Don't try anything funny - we'll be watching you at all times."
The Man in Black spoke down to Dian Bei as if issuing a sacred decree.
After speaking, he left with his entourage of men in black.
I really didn't dare touch her last time. It was her who insisted on holding my pinky finger.
Dian Bei opened his mouth wide, but not a word came out.
He could only watch helplessly as the men in black walked away.
It wasn't until an entire hour after the men in black had left the bar that the girls who had been drinking with Dian Bei dared to come in.
Seeing Dian Bei lying on the floor, she hurriedly called for an ambulance.
Ring ring...
With sirens wailing, the ambulance rushed Dian Bei to the hospital.
After an examination, Dian Bei was found to only have bruises on his body.
Apart from the pain, there was no actual harm to Dian Bei himself.
The winter sun rose as usual on a beautiful new day.
Yet Lizi walked downstairs with a heavy heart.
She really didn't want to act alongside such an unprofessional actor.
"Miss Lizi."
Dian Bei, sitting in a wheelchair, greeted Lizi who had just come downstairs with the most amiable smile he could muster.
"What happened to you?"
Lizi curiously examined Dian Bei from all angles, but couldn't find any injuries.
"It's nothing, Miss Lizi. Let's find a place to discuss the script. That person said we should rehearse together."
Dian Bei dared not tell Lizi what had happened, who knows what kind of beating he might suffer again.
"Alright, I'll push your wheelchair."
Lizi started to walk towards Dian Bei.
"Stop, you... stop..." Dian Bei's voice grew louder from panic, attracting several unfriendly glares that fixed on him.
Dian Bei broke out in a cold sweat, quickly switching to a gentler tone, "I mean, there's no need to trouble you, Miss Lizi. I can manage myself. I have a bodyguard with me."
Dian Bei waved at a car in the distance, and a bodyguard came over to push his wheelchair.
"Miss Lizi, please get in that car."
Dian Bei spoke politely, stopping in front of one car while pointing at another.
Two people, two cars?
Is this guy out of his mind?
Doesn't he know gas prices have skyrocketed to unprecedented levels?
Is this the amusement of the wealthy?
With some bewilderment, Lizi got into the car without Dian Bei.
Dian Bei, aided by his bodyguard, struggled into the other car as well.
The two cars headed towards a tea restaurant, one in front of the other.
Of course, there were also a few mysterious vehicles with telescopic lenses trailing behind and in front of them.
Lizi and Dian Bei discussed the script at the tea restaurant.
Gan Zhe struggled with calculations in the presidential suite.
Everything seemed so calm.
But behind all this, a video had quietly sparked widespread attention online.
"I'm Nannan."
"I'm Mo Yan."
"We're both fans of Gan Zhe. Previously we thought his skills were good, so we often hired him as an escort."
"Back then, he was so polite and harmless, we thought..."
"We thought... Wah..." The two cried in the video's second half, which also showed Mo Yan's cold expression and Gan Zhe's lecherous grin.
In an instant, news of Gan Zhe's misconduct with fans topped the headlines.
But soon after, for some unmentionable reason, this post suddenly vanished from the internet.
Of course, the video also quietly disappeared from the web.
Yet in the background, a butterfly had begun flapping its wings ever so slightly.
"Did you hear about it?"
"What thing?"
"That incident."
"Oh, that incident. What's new about it?"
"I have some inside information..."
"Hey, have you seen that video?"
"What video?"
"The video about Gan Zhe..."
"Oh, that one. No, by the time I wanted to watch it, it had already been taken down."
"Oh, I saw it. I even saved a copy."
"Bro, I have a friend..."
"Are you guys talking about that thing? It just so happens I haven't seen it either. I'm his friend, just send it to me."
"Bro, can I have a word..."
The video that set the internet ablaze naturally contained all the essential incendiary elements.
Nannan and Mo Yan's appearance and looks, combined with certain indescribable events, made it a truly explosive topic.
Meanwhile, the oblivious Gan Zhe continued struggling to get increasingly fewer jobs.
But this incident was only becoming more and more intense behind the scenes of the internet.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
