Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

When it comes to spending money, Ren Yi is really likable, but when it comes to the way he speaks and behaves, he really deserves a beating.

For the sake of money and mission, Qi Yang temporarily ignored the man's behavior.

He lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips as he thought, and picked his fingers nervously.

When he looked at Ren Yi again, there was still vigilance in his eyes, as well as some surprise and excitement, but no greed, as if he felt that his voice should naturally be worth ten billion.

He confirmed again: "Can I really make 1 billion a month? I just sing and don't do anything else, right? I don't sell my looks or my body. How long do I have to sing on average every day? If I sing too long, my voice will definitely not be able to sustain it."

No matter how much Ren Yi liked this man's voice, he was annoyed by his noise. He looked at him critically, raised his lips slightly, and said disdainfully: "I, Ren Yi, don't need this little money. Your most valuable thing is your songs. How long you sing every day depends on your ability."

Qi Yang's eyes lit up: "Can I do a live broadcast at the same time? I have to go to school afterwards, can I work at night?"

Ren Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression gradually becoming impatient: "Little friend, don't be too greedy."

Qi Yang: “…”

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He thought about it and didn't ask any more about going to school. He had so much money anyway, and he went to school just to get a good-looking diploma... as long as it was better-looking than his original self.

He braved the gloomy wind and made his final request: "The contract must be in triplicate and notarized. You pay the tax. I want 1 billion after tax, and you can't delay the salary."

"Heh." A hint of contempt leaked out from Ren Yi's arrogance.

Qi Yang held his fist and pretended not to see it.

He didn't waste any more time and signed the contract in a flamboyant manner.

"Okay, Mr. Sponsor, when will the work start? Where can we meet next time? I want to go home to pack my things and then find a house, is that ok?"

Ren Yi was startled by his sudden change of words. After being stunned for two seconds, he frowned again but did not correct it.

"Starting today, you will live with me. Tell Xiao Pan if you need anything."

The assistant who was tricked by Qi Yang into going to the police station took out his cell phone and after pressing a few buttons, Qi Yang's cell phone rang.

Xiao Pan said to Qi Yang, "Mr. Jiang, this is my phone number. If you need anything, you can tell me. I will buy you a few sets of clothes later. Do you have any style preferences?"

"It also includes food and accommodation... Oh, accommodation and clothing?" Qi Yang was a little surprised.

Xiao Pan smiled and nodded: "All this is for you to sing well."

Qi Yang touched his throat and shook his head: "Just deduct it from my salary. I won't take advantage of this."

Ren Yi's eyes fell on his fingers, and he frowned inexplicably. He instructed the assistant behind him, "Xiao Yan, ask the waiter to serve the food."

After dinner, Qi Yang was taken to Ren Yi's residence, which was close to his company and was a duplex.

As for Ren Yi, the company had other things to do, so he was absent from work for half a day and went to work overtime.

"The Second Master likes quietness and hates stupidity, so try not to make unnecessary noises around him, don't ask questions, and don't set foot on the second floor without permission. If you need anything, you can send me a message directly..."

"Er Ye likes quieter songs, without high notes or overly noisy instruments..."

Qi Yang: "Do you provide musical instruments?"

Xiao Pan: "If you need it."

Qi Yang touched his nose and asked in a low voice: "Who is this second master of yours? He can take 1 billion just by saying so."

"Second Master's surname is Ren, and his given name is Yi, which means "game".

"Ren succeeded?"

"Yes."

Qi Yang took a breath, was stunned for a long time, pointed at himself, and asked in confusion: "So he can't find any singer he wants, and he targeted me, a little Karami?"

Xiao Pan hesitated for a moment, but still gave him the lowdown: "Second Master has a sleep disorder."

Qi Yang: "Shouldn't we go see a doctor?"

"Recently, he has been listening to your songs at night and can sleep for half the night without taking medicine."

"Why don't you just keep listening? Why waste your money?"

Xiao Pan was speechless for a moment, thinking, you also know that this is a waste of money? Their two life assistants and four bodyguards work hard every day, but in a year, let alone a month, they don’t even have ten small goals in total.

Sour.

But this guy's singing is really amazing. They recently played some singers' songs, even the original versions of those he sang, for Ren Yi to listen to, but it had no effect at all.

"This was Second Master's idea. We don't know about it."

Xiao Pan took him into the guest room and explained some precautions. After making sure that Qi Yang was fine, he waited for a while and someone brought Qi Yang's luggage and several new sets of clothes.

Only then did Xiao Pan leave.

The guest room has a separate bathroom. Qi Yang took a shower, changed into pajamas, and went straight to bed. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Jiang's father and mother, saying that he had found a part-time job here.

The central air conditioning in the house was on 24 hours a day, the temperature was just right, and the bed was very soft. Qi Yang didn't wait for a reply, so he browsed the news for a while and fell asleep unknowingly.

It was already past ten o'clock when Ren Yi came back, and the living room was pitch dark.

He frowned slightly, took off his tie and threw it on the coffee table, then controlled the electric wheelchair to open the guest room doors one by one. He saw the billionaire he had just signed curled up on the bed with a quilt in his arms, with a small night light on at the head of the bed, sleeping soundly.

He glanced at the time and felt unhappy. He hit the switch hard. The glaring light caused the person who was sleeping soundly to feel subconsciously uncomfortable, and he buried his head in the quilt.

Ren Yi pressed the forward button of the wheelchair and moved to the bedside. Seeing that he had no intention of waking up, he pulled back the quilt, pinched the soft flesh on his cheek, used some force, and said coldly, "Get up."

After two seconds, the person on the bed half opened one eye, puffed out his cheeks, and was about to explode with anger, but when he saw a strange man's face, he jumped up immediately.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

Ren Yi's face was gloomy: "This is my home."

Qi Yang looked around, paused for two seconds, rubbed his aching face, and said awkwardly: "You're back, eh, when will the singing start?"

"Eleven o'clock, go upstairs to my room."

"Sing from eleven to one?" Qi Yang didn't pay any attention to what Assistant Xiao Pan said. He still had to ask the question.

"Sing until I fall asleep."

"And then I can come back to bed?"

Ren Yi sneered: "You sleep on the sofa. If I wake up in the middle of the night, you can continue singing."

Qi Yang's eyes widened: "Then can I still sleep?"

"Little boy, do you think it's so easy to get 1 billion?"

Qi Yang calculated the time, nodded, and said sincerely: "It does feel easy to get."

Isn't it just the night shift?

Ren Yi choked, remembering that this person was sleeping so soundly while he was working. His hands on the armrest of the wheelchair clenched unconsciously.