I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

In the evening, the VOCE Hotel was full of brilliance, and the 38-story height-adjusted building was decorated with lights, making it look luxurious.

The entrance of the hotel was even more lively, a large number of Yuji, Zhanjie and fans had long been watching around.

There is no other reason, Wancheng Media is holding an annual meeting here tonight.

As the leading entertainment company in today's entertainment circle, Wancheng Media can be said to be full of stars. In terms of strength, there are popular actresses, in terms of popularity, there are niche players, and the topicality is even more outstanding.

At the end of the annual meeting, the hotel porch was shining with stars, the flashlights were as bright as day, and the screams of fans were endless.

As an unremarkable little sticky bean, Ning Zhi'an had so few shots, almost no one noticed him.There were only a few passers-by who came to join in the fun, saw that he was good-looking, and took a few more photos of him.

Ning Zhi'an decently followed the end of the crowd, and finally broke through the crowd, he let out a sigh of relief!

This occasion is too tossing. If he is a celebrity, his wrist is bigger than him. I can't get enough to eat!

Ning Zhi'an took out a mint candy from his pocket that he had snatched from the banquet hall, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth, then walked towards the parking lot absent-mindedly, secretly thinking about something to eat when he got home.

Luxury cars gathered in the parking lot, lined up in rows as if they didn’t want money. He took out his car keys and walked to his beloved car surrounded by Maybach and Rolls-Royce Phantom respectively—

In front of a second-hand Xiali with shiny paint.

Life is not easy for Little Sticky Bean!As for this second-hand Xiali, they were bought with gritted teeth.And this Xiali car is in good condition, it is sensitive to oil thieves, and the feeling of pushing the back when it starts...it can make people breathe directly on the windshield.

That feeling... Who knows who drives it!

Ning Zhi'an raised his head and drove away in Xiali.

The traffic jam in Beijing city all the year round, the traffic flow moved slowly on the highway, looking at the scattered street lights and the bustling night scene outside the window, Ning Zhi'an took a little distraction.

His contract with Wancheng is about to expire... During the annual meeting, his agent Chen Hai approached him and politely stated that the company did not intend to renew the contract.

It's no wonder that the company, although Wancheng Media has a big business, has many artists who have signed contracts, and resources must be given priority to those who are popular. It has been a long time since he was out of the [-]th line.

"Ning Zhi'an, in fact, you didn't do anything wrong, but you have to admit that luck is also a kind of strength. Your luck is indeed not suitable for staying in the entertainment circle." Before hanging up the phone, Chen Hai said this.

"Alas!" Ning Zhi'an lowered her eyelashes and sighed in a low melancholy

Ning Zhi'an's luck was indeed too bad.

Right after his debut, relying on his excellent external conditions, he took the lead role in an online drama. Before the filming started, other actors fell in love with this role. Ning Zhian, who had no background, could only forced out.

Commercials and variety shows will always go wrong because of various reasons.

There are countless such things, and at first Ning Zhian comforted himself optimistically: it might just be a coincidence.

But so many coincidences superimposed together, how to explain it?

Poor strength can be filled with hard work, but what can you do if you are unlucky?

Do you reason with the thief God?

Ning Zhi'an, who had half a foot on the edge of the retreat circle, took out a CD of "Men Don't Cry, Selected 30 Old Songs", and stuffed it into the car's CD case that was almost worn out.

The prelude sounded in the small space, and Ning Zhi'an sang along loudly: "He said that this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing, don't be afraid to wipe away the tears, at least we still have dreams!"

……

The apartment Ning Zhian lives in is rented by the company. It is a one-bedroom apartment with a small area. housing policy.

He took off a well-tailored suit, hung up the hanger and dust cover, and hung straight into the deepest part of the closet.

This is Ning Zhi'an's only formal attire, it's a shirt, it's the little star's last stubbornness, although the pockets are frayed, but it has to be kept well in case it is needed again.

After changing into the pajamas of the same style that he bought on Taobao at a special price for 28 yuan for his morning exercise, Ning Zhi'an felt a lot more relaxed. He lay on the bed and sent a WeChat message to his friend Qin Yang with his arms propped up.

[My mother will be useful when she gives birth to me]: Alas!Today the agent talked with me about the termination of the contract.

People in the entertainment industry are impetuous and their interests are complicated. He doesn't have any particularly good friends in the industry, but Qin Yang is different. They debuted as a group and experienced a lot together back then.Although Qin Yang felt that he was not suitable to stay in the entertainment circle, he had already terminated his contract with Wancheng Entertainment and changed his career to open a bar, but the relationship between the two has always been very good.

Qin Yang quickly replied:! ! !How do you say it? !

Ning Zhi'an tapped on the screen with his fingers, but his phone was too old, and it would freeze every time, and it didn't send out after pressing it for a long time.

It seemed that Ning Zhi'an was typing too slowly, so Qin Yang called directly.

Ning Zhi'an answered the phone, there was a commotion over there, and it took a while for it to calm down. Qin Yang had a straight temper, and said what he thought of: "Wancheng's broken land is a mess, you will end the contract early and you will be light. They won't look at you without background!"

Ning Zhian sank half of her chin into the pillow, and said listlessly: "You can't say that, who made me not angry..."

He said these words with a sense of helplessness.

Qin Yang snorted coldly, and paused when he wanted to say something. After a while, he calmed down and said, "If you solve it, you can solve it. Isn't it just a job? If this doesn't work, let's change it. Why don't you come to me, I will open a new store soon. If you are the store manager, I will give you 30.00% of the shares, and you don’t have to work, just dress up and sit at the bar, and your face will be a living sign when you stand there!”

Ning Zhi'an's tone was slightly disgusted: "You can pull it down! From your description, it doesn't look like a serious bar."

"I don't think you look like a minor. If you go to the bar, you will be reported by your peers. It's not serious for you to bury me first."

Someone at the bar called out to Qin Yang, he waved his hands, and then said to Ning Zhi'an, "Then what do you think... Do you want to change the agency, or do something else?"

Ning Zhi'an grimaced, kicked the bed with his toes, and said, "I'll go to the labor market tomorrow to submit my resume, alas... the laid-off starlet will get a job again, and I don't know if I can impress a few hrs."

These words amused Qin Yang, who laughed for a long time.

Ning Zhi'an turned over, laying flat and stable like a salted fish, and then said: "Okay, stop kidding, I heard someone calling you, you should hurry up and get busy."

Qin Yang was really busy there, so he said, "Okay, then call me if you have something to do. Seriously, if you really terminate the contract, you have to think about how to make money in the future."

Hanging up the phone, Ning Zhi'an went to the bathroom to take a shower, washed off the smell of perfume from the annual meeting, and looked in the mirror while wiping his hair.If you don't look at the unpretentious old man Le's pajamas, the boy in the mirror has a pair of almond eyes glistening with water vapor, red lips, fair bridge of nose, and a delicate and streamlined look.

"If you really terminate the contract, you have to think about how to make money in the future." Qin Yang's words echoed in Ning Zhi'an's ears.

He wiped his hair half dry and walked barefoot to the desk.

After thinking about it, Ning Zhi'an decided to turn on the laptop.

... After one minute and 23 seconds, the computer finally turned on slowly.

This also does not depend on the slow speed of the computer. Ning Zhian's computer desktop is almost full of various games, software, and files. There are only a few anti-virus software. Every time I use the computer, several anti-virus software will pop up small windows. Fight each other.

Ning Zhi'an opened one of the folders called "I don't want to be reborn again".

Before entering the entertainment circle, Ning Zhi'an was an avid literature lover. He stayed up late every day chasing articles and writing long reviews. The thought of coming in person!

He actually wrote it.

He made a small amount of money writing articles one after another, but later, due to some accidents, he entered the entertainment circle and never updated again.

"I Don't Want to Be Reborn Again" is a large book called Bloody Mary Suwen. When he was a trainee, he wrote it on a single computer in his spare time and never published it.Afterwards, I had to perform commercials everywhere every day, and fell asleep when I was so busy, and gradually lost my mind.

These years, when he is not busy running announcements, he will continue to follow the article. Sometimes when he thinks of his half of the book, he will feel a little bit unspeakable.

Looking at the familiar text, Ning Zhi'an was stunned for a while, and when the laptop was almost unable to hold on and ran out of battery first, Ning Zhi'an gritted his teeth and decided to send it out for a try.

Regardless of his result, he didn't expect that he would be so confused that he would terminate the contract at the beginning, at least he tried.

Anyway, don't waste the original dedication and love.

Ning Zhi'an found a website that often read articles, registered a new pseudonym, and arranged the manuscript boxes one by one.

Five, four, three... Ning Zhi'an counted silently in his heart, unconsciously scratched the palm of his left hand, and clicked publish.

The webpage in the middle of the screen shows that it is being published, the anti-virus software in the lower right corner of the screen has killed each other, and the cooling vent is buzzing, and it always feels like it will go on strike in the next second.

Just when Ning Zhian was about to count to one, the screen suddenly flashed.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the screen suddenly changed to a website called [Meng Po Tang Literature Network].

The design of the webpage is very dark, and there are some small advertisements selling paper money and ingots. It is not the little green website he wants to post at all.

???

bah bah bah!

What is this pheasant literature network?

Ning Zhi'an was at a loss, and felt that he was out of luck for a moment, and he didn't know why this happened even after posting an article.

He wanted to close this broken webpage, but found that the webpage was still stuck! ?

If it wasn't already almost midnight, his mayor's hotline had already been dialed out, this network security risk is too great, who will protect the safety of netizens! ?

Ning Zhi'an fiddled with it for about ten minutes, and sadly found that the laptop seemed to be completely scrapped by himself, and the webpage was frozen on the screen, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Is it so difficult to get a job again?The little star thought sadly.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, when Qin Yang's bar was bustling, he was flirting with the handsome guy he just met when he suddenly received a WeChat message from his friend.

[My mother will be useful when I was born]: Does your bar include food and shelter?Does it cover five insurances and one housing fund?

In December in the north, the heating was already on, and the house was so hot that the mouth was parched.

But it seems to be extraordinarily cold tonight, and I can feel the cool breeze even under the quilt.

Did you close the window?Ning Zhi'an sniffed in her sleep, and buried her head a little deeper in the bed.

The bedroom is quiet, and the small rotating lamp on the bedside table emits a quiet light.

Ning Zhi'an's computer, which was stuck on the Pheasant Literature webpage and had entered the sleep mode with a black screen, suddenly lit up.

A line of festive red letters slowly appeared on the screen: "Congratulations on your article successfully published on [Meng Po Tang Literature Network], thank you for your support, and wish you a happy reincarnation!"

(Please check and see clearly and don't lock it again, this is a website of the underworld, don't think too much!!! QWQ)