My conditions do not allow me not to be red (rebirth)

"Wang Yang, they are all gone, why don't you go?"

Wang Yang opened his eyes and recognized Luo Hui who woke him up, and then blinked in astonishment.

Luo Hui? !

Half an hour later, at KFC, Wang Yang and Luo Hui sat face to face next to the floor-to-ceiling glass with new product advertisements.

Luo Hui held a cup of coffee, lowered his head, and looked sad.

Wang Yang drank the porridge with a plastic spoon, his expression full of detachment of silent thinking.

He was thinking, in order to protect the environment, KFC has replaced the plastic spoon with a wooden spoon, but now it is a plastic spoon that was used many years ago. It seems that he has really been reborn?

Rebirth...

Gee.

Wang Yang drank the porridge, the taste was real and delicate, and the taste and touch were very clear. It didn't look like he was dreaming, but no matter what, he still felt that it was unreal.

What should the real moment be like?

It should be him waking up with a splitting headache after a night of hangover on the big bed in the luxury apartment he rented.

After waking up, there was no one around him. He walked into the bathroom in a vain manner while pressing his temples. He washed his face first, then lay down on the sink and retched, and finally raised his head. From the mirror equipped with LED light strips, Seeing his face with dark circles under his eyes and haggard complexion.

Where is now, Wang Yang turned his head and looked at the face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window: young, with good complexion, good complexion, not to mention dark circles, even the shadow of dark circles was not there.

Rebirth.

Wang Yang bit the spoon, even though he had almost digested this fact, he still found it very inconceivable.

What did he hit...

wrong!

He suddenly remembered the night before in his memory.

He was so drunk that he was very different from usual: he was sober, without any fragments, and he could clearly feel his heartbeat that was constantly accelerating. It came faster and faster, at a certain moment, his heart suddenly felt like a sharp pain, and then he completely lost consciousness, until this morning, he was woken up by Luo Hui.

Where is the drunk?

That was sudden death after drinking!

It wasn't some kind of good luck that hit him on the head, but a sudden death after drinking, and a comeback.

Realizing the cause and effect and the truth of all this, the preserved egg and lean meat porridge tasted bitter in Wang Yang's mouth.

My heart is also bitter.

Thinking of his last life, after the disbandment of the group with no splashes, he embraced the belief of "must be popular", and embarked on a road of "as long as it can be popular, anything will do".

Hugging a pile of thighs, letting go of countless dignity, intrigues, laughing and drinking, and only fucking go to bed with someone, and in the end, it only became a third line.

And these three frontlines only look glamorous and beautiful. The truth behind it is that all his money is used to support the team, buy marketing, socialize, buy clothes, and manage relationships. If you don't buy it, your savings are even less.

Sometimes the expenses are too high to make ends meet, and you even have to talk to your agent.

Since his manager was able to hang out with him who had been doing countless things back then, he was naturally not a good guy. He even told him: "Why don't you go and accompany him? There are so many dead gays in the circle, you just need to let go of your last bit of dignity." , lying on the bed with legs spread apart, you can’t get any resources, let alone money.”

He couldn't even bear such words at the time, and he didn't change his agent.

Recalling the past, Wang Yang scooped up the porridge, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating self-deprecating way: In his last life, what did he get up to?

He wanted to be popular, and he wanted to make money, but in the end, he got nothing, died suddenly after being drunk, and everything became empty again.

Sunshine shines on Wang Yang's young face through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he tilts his head slightly, closes his eyes for a short while, and the moment of silence is like drawing a complete end to the past.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.

Since you are born again, start from scratch.

After Wang Yang finished his porridge, he put down his spoon and looked at Luo Hui, who had been chattering and lamenting on the opposite side of the table while withdrawing his thoughts. Luo Hui just finished speaking, and looked up at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang:.

Luo Hui:?

Wang Yang: Heh, he didn't listen much just now, he was busy finishing his last life and digesting the matter of rebirth, but after thinking about it for a while, he could guess what Luo Hui just said - it was nothing more than that Gong Ling and the others broke the contract and left. Too much.

Wang Yang said with a serious face, "You are right."

Luo Hui: ...? ? ?

Luo Hui buried his head down on the ground with a dejected expression, and slammed his fists on the table.

He just asked Wang Yang in the last sentence if he was leaving too, thinking that Wang Yang was not with Gong Ling and the others, and hoping that he would have any hope of staying, but now the sentence "You are right" completely shattered his last words. With that little expectation, Luo Hui only felt that his sky was about to collapse.

The third time, this is the third time he failed to start a business.

He even sold his house and still has a lot of loans. What should he do in the future? What should he do?

Threatening Wang Yang to pay liquidated damages according to the contract price if he insists on leaving?

Forget it.

They don't like this set of palace spirits. When they quarreled early in the morning, they let go: "You go and sue."

It is expected that he will run out of ammunition and food, and there is nothing he can do about them.

In his eyes, Wang Yang was smarter than Gong Ling and the others. How could Wang Yang not understand what Gong Ling understood?

Go to court?

His underwear is going to be pawned, so what is he going to use to sue these kids?

Will they be able to come back after a lawsuit, or will they be able to honestly pay liquidated damages if they fight?

What's more, they are all kids in their early twenties, their trouser pockets are cleaner than their faces, how can they have money to accompany them?

Luo Hui was so worried that he wished he could hang himself in front of KFC with a straw, and it would be over.

But I heard a very calm voice coming from my ear: "Lao Luo, don't be like this, there is no unparalleled road."

Luo Hui thought to himself in grief, at least Wang Yang still had a conscience, he didn't quarrel with him before he left, and he knew how to comfort him.

Just go for this...

Luo Hui sat up again, with an irksome expression on his face: "Forget it, just leave if you want."

This KFC breakfast is just a casual meal.

Looking up, he saw Wang Yang sitting on the chair opposite him, looking at him with a smile on his lips.

Luo Hui raised his hand and wiped his face, why, is there something on his face?

Wang Yang smiled, and repeated again: "There is no unparalleled road in the sky."

Luo Hui picked up the coffee in front of him, and took a sip with downcast eyes. He couldn't taste the aroma of the coffee, but only drank bitterly: "Okay, don't comfort me."

Lift your eyes, try to be as calm as possible, and at least look like a boss: "Let's go? Go up and collect your luggage. Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

Wang Yang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where do you want me to go?"

Luo Hui raised his eyes again and looked back at him: "Where do you want to go?" After a pause, "Haven't decided where to go yet?"

Zi Gu nodded, "It's fine to continue living in the apartment."

Anyway, the apartment is still on lease, so staying an extra day is no different than leaving one day earlier.

Wang Yang smiled, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked in a great mood.

Luo Hui raised his eyes with a puzzled expression on his face.

Wang Yang said a sentence, a sentence that saved Luo Hui from the tragedy of his third entrepreneurial failure——

"Boss Luo, Boss Luo, I didn't say I was leaving."

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"Aren't you going? Are you really not going?"

Returning to the apartment after breakfast, Luo Hui raised his eyebrows and asked more than ten times on the elevator.

At first Wang Yang replied "Yes, I won't go", but then he stopped talking and just nodded with his hands in his pockets: Mmm, I won't go, I won't go.

When the elevator door is open, step out first.

Entering the apartment by fingerprint, Luo Hui was still asking: "You won't go back on your word, will you? Really?"

Wang Yang answered "true" calmly, raised his eyes, scanned the messy apartment, and finally landed on a three-person poster on the wall.

FLOWER, the group he formed at the beginning of his debut.

Three boys, he, Gong Ling and Yuan Sheng.

I really didn't expect that the time of rebirth would be at this time—boss Luo's business failed. After the group released a tepid saliva song, Gong Ling and Yuan Sheng insisted on leaving regardless of the three-year contract.

They left this morning, and they didn't call Wang Yang when they left, not because they had a bad relationship with Wang Yang, nor because they didn't want to share their new destination with Wang Yang, but because Wang Yang had figured out his own way out and was too lazy to talk to them, so he pretended to think about it think.

Thinking of himself in the previous life, Wang Yang pursed the corners of his lips in self-deprecating manner.

way out?

What a shit way out.

It's just to be a dog lick for the brokers of other companies on the map.

After licking it to the end, he got a spot in the draft, and within a few days of being complacent, he was rejected by the program team in the first round.

And the news of secretly contacting with the manager, hugging the thigh and kneeling and licking, is still lying on the mobile phone that Wang Yang is holding at the moment.

Thinking of that, Wang Yang picked up his phone on the spot and deleted all the message records with him.

Luo Hui didn't know this, and when he entered the apartment, he started to clean up the garbage and sundries that Gong Ling and the others threw away when they packed their luggage, muttering to himself, "We still have hope if you don't leave, I heard that a platform recently wanted to Get a talent show, sign up to see, maybe..."

Wang Yang walked up to the group poster with his hands in his pockets, looked up casually, and said, "Don't think about it, the nine debut positions have been reserved for six people in advance."

There are more than 100 people left to fight for three places, who can come out ahead?Chosen Son?

Wang Yang has been in the entertainment industry for a lifetime, and he knows very well that the Chosen One is the metaphysics of metaphysics, and ordinary people don't have this fate at all. Under the general trend of capital, whether he can be popular or not depends on who the capital is willing to support.

Luo Hui can't say clearly about these things, he can only say that he is at the very edge of this circle, and has unrealistic expectations for many things.

He heard Wang Yang say that six spots had been reserved in advance, and raised his head: "Huh?"

Paused, dazed, asked: "How do you know?"

Wang Yang stuffed the phone into his pocket, bent down to help clean up the debris on the ground: "I guess."

Wang Yang: "Even variety shows have scripts, how could the debut positions in the draft be cast for them?"

Luo Hui thought about it, and then thought again, he should apply for one, and the opportunity should not be missed, what if.

At that time, we will see if there are other opportunities. FLOWER is gone, but Wang Yang is still there. For such an artist, he must have a job.

Oh, right.

Luo Hui strengthened his spirits and regrouped, thinking that the group was gone and there was only Wang Yang, so let's count it as a solo flight, and change the information on the official blog in two days.

And thinking of the official blog, thinking of spending money to buy fans, the number of fans so far is only in the early tens of thousands, not to mention the few retweets and likes...

Luo Hui sniffed and turned his back, the elders almost cried.

Wang Yang reached out and tore off the group poster on the wall, suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Luo Hui: "I remember that two days ago, someone privately messaged the official blog and wanted the group to take part in an event?"

Wang Yang remembers this incident, and he still has a deep impression on it, mainly because in his last life, the combination was completely broken up because of that private letter.

At that time, Gong Ling and Yuan Sheng wanted to leave, but they were still hesitating whether to leave or not. After all, the contract was signed for three years, and Boss Luo did not reduce their wages, so they left like this. .

Until that private message, they invited the group to sing at an event, and they sang their debut song "FLOWER" with the same name. The company they invited was a flower company established in a small sixth-tier county. Board and lodging included.

Gong Ling, Yuan Sheng and the others naturally refused to go after hearing about it, and made up their minds to leave—three people, six thousand?Are you kidding?

Although their salary at Boss Luo's side is only [-] yuan a month, if they go out for commercial performances, they are artists after all, with an average income of [-] yuan per capita. Or go to an eighteenth-tier city and make such a thing when they debut?

In the last life, Wang Yang himself didn't like it either.

At that time, he was doing dog licking and making secret stories with people, thinking that he was going to participate in the audition soon, and whoever wanted to go to the anniversary event of a flower company.

But now...

Wang Yang held a mop, put his arms crossed on the top of the pole, and settled accounts with Luo Hui: "Food and lodging are included, and round trips are included. I will only go for two days. I will go on stage for a maximum of 10 minutes per song. A total of 10 minutes, 1, even out Three hundred in one minute, that's a lot."

Luo Hui stared at him blankly: "What do you mean? Do you want to pick it up?"

But when this job was mentioned last week, Gong Ling and Yuan Sheng resisted so much, didn't Wang Yang frown too, why now...?

Wang Yang snapped his fingers: "Go."

Luo Hui blurted out: "Really?"