CP is a demon, mistake me for a god [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Chenge stood in front of the ATM, staring at the balance in the card and lost in thought.

There is not much money left by her parents. After paying Ji Jiajia this year's tuition and this semester's living expenses, the remaining money is not enough for her next semester's expenses.

You have to find a way to make money.

Ji Chenge took out his bank card, stepped aside, and turned on his phone.

The person who called himself a "broker" left him his contact information, and Ji Chenge has been struggling for the past few days whether to contact him or not.

He is short of money.

Very very short of money.

If it was only him, he could barely support himself by working part-time, but there was still a younger sister in the family who was about to take the high school entrance examination.

If this continues... Jiajia may not even be able to go to high school.

There is a missed call in the mobile phone, and the note is uncle.

Ji Chenge paused for a moment, and swipe across the missed call, pretending he didn't see it.Unfortunately, as soon as he moved his finger, his uncle's phone call came in again.

"..."

He had no choice but to answer the call.

"Hello? Uncle."

A middle-aged man's pretendingly loving voice came from the other end of the phone: "Shen Ge, have you all started school yet?"

Ji Chenge hummed lightly.

The other party kindly greeted the living conditions of the two brothers and sisters, and then cut to the point slowly.

"It's like this. Your cousin is about to graduate from college. As a young man, he likes to break into the society by himself. As for him, he wants to start a business with a few friends, start a company, but money is a little tight..."

Ji Chenge sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, the uncle's next sentence was: "There is still a lot of money left by your parents?"

Ji Chenge said truthfully: "There are not many left."

The uncle paused, "Your father used to be in big business, so why didn't he have much money left? Besides, doesn't your family still have a house?"

"..."

When Ji Chenge heard this familiar line, he felt numb in his heart.A few years ago, when his parents had just passed away, his uncle’s family warmly took them in and asked him for money almost once a month. At the beginning, it was only 1 to [-]. As a matter of course, I gave them all at the beginning.

The uncle and his wife tasted the sweetness. They asked for money more and more frequently, and they asked for more and more money. The two brothers and sisters were not stupid. Together, they decided to move out of the uncle's house and started their own boarding lives.

But my uncle didn't accept it as soon as he saw it.

He called Ji Chenge every now and then to inquire about his health, and after he inquired about his coldness, he would definitely ask for money accompanied by tricks.

When Ji's father and mother passed away successively, Ji Chenge's father's friends helped them sell the house to pay off their debts, so the money left in Ji Chenge's singer was far less than what uncle thought.

It's a pity that the other party didn't believe what he said.

Ji Chenge didn't agree to borrow money, just hung up the phone perfunctorily, and suddenly became determined.

Give that agent a call...

star entertainment.

Ji Chenge took the bus and got off at the bus stop, and followed the navigation to find Fanxing Entertainment. The manager who had met once was waiting for him in front of Fanxing Entertainment, looking more anxious than Ji Chenge himself.

"Mr. Gao."

"Oh, Shen Ge is here, come in quickly, brother has been waiting for you for a long time."

The manager with a square face greeted him enthusiastically, and led Ji Chenge into the company with his arms around Ji Chenge's shoulders.

Ji Chenge is not used to being so close to people, so he moved uncomfortably, but the manager said, "Come on, this way, this is my office."

...Maybe it's just that the manager's character is more enthusiastic.

Although it was not the same as the plateau in memory, Ji Chenge attributed this abnormality to the fact that the other party was in a good mood today, so he didn't think much about it.

Gao Yuan took Ji Chenge to the office and took out the contract that had been prepared long ago.

He rubbed his hands nervously, and suddenly asked, "Chen Ge, are you an adult?"

Ji Chenge nodded.

"full."

"That's good, that's good. Where are your parents?"

Ji Chenge said: "They are all abroad."

Unless necessary, Ji Chenge would always answer in this way when asked questions about his parents.

He took the contract handed over by his agent and looked at it carefully.

Ji Chenge has never been exposed to this, but he has searched a lot of common sense on the Internet in the past two days, and he is barely prepared.

He didn't expect too much from this contract.

But at a glance, Ji Chenge was very surprised.

"...Mr. Gao, this is an assistant contract."

And it's a life assistant.

Well paid scary kind of life assistant.

Gao Yuan coughed lightly.

"It's nothing, Shen Ge, this is a very common contract in the entertainment industry. Aren't you short of money? As long as you sign this contract, you will receive your first payment today. That...will not treat you badly." assistant."

Ji Chenge got up suddenly, pushed open the door of the office and went out, Gao Yuan quickly chased him out: "Hey, hey! You child, if you have something to say—"

Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

A man in a black windbreaker grabbed Ji Chenge's wrist.

His eyes behind the sunglasses looked at Ji Chenge who was sullen, and he curled his mouth, and his voice was soft as if he was dealing with an awkward child: "What? Are you not satisfied with the content of the contract?"

Ji Chenge was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the man who spoke.

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing his soft-lined face.He fixedly looked at Ji Chenge, his thin lips parted lightly: "Follow me, I will not treat you badly."

The author has something to say: Heck, this chapter is short, sorry.

I wrote a [-]-word new article during the day, and when it was my turn to write a side story, I felt a little wilted...