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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
