Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

Zhao Yungang is a bigwig in the business world, a circle that Song Chen has never been in contact with before.According to his previous imagination of these famous bigwigs, it felt normal to have some secrets that he didn't want to be known.

What's the secret?Got blood on your hands?Harmful in business competition?

Or have any special hobbies, or have illegitimate children or mistresses outside?

After all, a person who does great things must be more ruthless and harder than ordinary people.

He has a sense of excitement to peek into the inner secrets of the industry bosses.

"It's cold, let's go in." Zhao Yungang said.

Song Chen put out the cigarette in his hand, and went in with Zhao Yungang.Mrs. Zhao said at the dining table: "You can smoke it yourself, and you can smoke it with Xiao Chen."

"It's not like he hasn't smoked before." Zhao Yungang said.

Song Chen sat down beside Zhao Jindong, Zhao Jindong glanced at him, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Next week is your eldest brother's birthday," Zhao Yungang said, "I don't think he looks like he will, but we are a family. You two can prepare a birthday present for him together."

After Mrs. Zhao hesitated to speak, Song Chen nodded and said, "Understood."

There was no wave on the face, but I was quite troubled in my heart.

It's not a good gift.

After all, the matter of Zhao Xinzhi is still in sight.

Xingyun Film and Television will be established soon, and Zhao Jindong may be even busier next time, Zhao Yungang said: "I think you have almost grasped the main projects this year, and let the rest be let go to a few people under your command." To finish it off, you put your main focus on the preparation of the film and television department years ago. Now that the real estate industry is declining, and the investment in the pan-entertainment industry is booming, I just received a rumor that the relevant policies will be relaxed in January next year. It's a good time."

"I still think it's a bit hasty," Zhao Jindong said. "In the second half of next year, I may be more prepared."

"It's okay, let's get stuck first and then start playing." Zhao Yungang said: "We have already built a movie theater, and we will start with film production first, and then spread out slowly. I think the ideas put forward by the board of directors are good. Brokerage, video games, music, and even sports can all be developed slowly.”

This is to be a bigwig in the entertainment industry.

Song Chen was eating silently beside him. He was born to be a writer, not a businessman. He found it troublesome just to hear these things. He couldn't imagine how he would manage such a big company in the future. He felt that he and Zhao Jindong's division of labor and cooperation, one responsible for content control, one responsible for operations, is the best.

However, the environment probably really can affect people. He was affected by this "big family" aura, and continued to write his novels after returning to his room.

Zhao Jindong went into the study and asked him, "Will you write?"

"Well, it's almost finished. I want to finish it as soon as possible. When the time comes, I will go to see Mr. Zheng and show him what I wrote."

He thinks that the novel "After my lover gets old, I'm still as beautiful as a flower" is written very concisely, with a more physical style, rich emotions, and a complete core stalk in the story, which is considered his best work.

Zhao Jindong said: "Is ten o'clock enough? Don't write too late. I have something to discuss with you."

"Is there a gift for big brother?"

Zhao Jindong nodded: "You write first, and I will go to work too."

After Zhao Jindong finished speaking, he closed the door and went out.Song Chen continued to write his novels.

It's all a sad paragraph, and after Luo Wensheng left, Yu Nuo fell ill.

Although he is immortal, illness is unavoidable. He is very good at writing this kind of drama of being alone after illness, and the writing is delicate and sad.

I can't help but think of my old days. I was probably too tired during that time, and suddenly fell ill. When I got up, my head suddenly became dizzy. , the entire thumb was swollen, and a large piece of skin was broken from top to bottom on the knee. It was still the broken skin of running water. He didn't think it was serious, so he didn't go to the clinic to buy medicine. Who knew that in the middle of the night, The pain was suddenly unbearable, and I tossed and turned all night. When I woke up the next day to get medicine, I couldn't walk.

Where he lived, the corridor was very long. Because of the age, the wooden ceiling in the corridor began to peel off. He supported the wall and moved forward bit by bit. The windows in the corridor were not closed, and a strong cold wind gushed in, blowing The wooden boards on the ceiling creaked.He took painkillers and went to the hospital to see his adoptive mother Wang Fengying.

Wang Fengying was lying on the hospital bed, seeing him limping, she turned away from him.

It was also that day that Wang Fengying told him that she didn't want to live anymore.

"It can't be cured, it's a waste of money."

He arranged this experience for Yu Nuo, and he felt very sad when he wrote it.

After finishing writing, Song Chen stood up and stretched his muscles, opened the window a little, and lay down on the window to take a few breaths of cold air.

Why didn't he travel to his own past? If he was given a chance, like Yu Nuo, to travel to the past, would he also be like Yu Nuo without hesitation, knowing that it was painful, but also because of that? A touch of honey on the tip of the knife, I am still willing to stick out my tongue and eat it wrapped in blood.

Why isn't it snowing yet?I don't know when the first snow of this year will come.

The winter in City A is colder, but he doesn't feel it, maybe the heating in the room is turned on enough, and he is also very happy in his heart.

He is already Song Chen, not Song Chenchen.

When he came back to the bedroom, Zhao Jindong was sitting on the bed, but his eyes were squinted, as if he had fallen asleep.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, but when he came out, he saw that Zhao Jindong had already woken up.

"If you are sleepy, go to bed first, don't wait for me deliberately." He said.

Zhao Jindong said: "I squinted for a while, but I didn't fall asleep."

Song Chen climbed onto the bed, leaned against the head of the bed and said, "You don't want to discuss about giving elder brother a gift."

"Well, let me ask what you want to give."

"How about I look it up online?"

Zhao Jindong said, "What are you looking for?"

"Check out what everyone else is sending."

Zhao Jindong said: "If you don't have anything special to give, I'll arrange it."

Song Chen said: "Why do you think that I have something that I want to give?"

Zhao Jindong said: "Don't you just like to give each other things in private."

Song Chen smiled and asked, "Are you jealous?"

Zhao Jindong sneered, and Song Chen said, "I'll give it to you when it's your birthday."

Zhao Jindong's face just turned brighter, when Song Chen asked, "By the way, when is your birthday?"

Zhao Jindong's face was pulled down again.

Song Chen was a little embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do, he really didn't know when Zhao Jindong's birthday was.When he wrote the novel, he wasn't specific to this level!

"It's not my birthday." Zhao Jindong said, "Go to sleep."

Song Chen rushed forward and hugged him: "What's the number?"

Deliberately acting like a baby is deliberately funny, not a mother, but noisy and cute.

The corner of Zhao Jindong's mouth was on the verge of a smile, he pushed him but didn't push him away, turned over and overwhelmed Song Chen, hugged him and arched him hard.

Song Chen found that Zhao Jindong was very good at arching, and his waist strength was amazing.

In fact, he felt that it was almost done. He and Zhao Jindong could go a step further and have a more in-depth communication.

When he goes out tomorrow to buy some lubricating oil or something, although he has no actual combat experience, he still has plenty of theoretical knowledge reserves.

In another corner of City A, Zhou Yunyun was crying on the bed.

She just saw Meng Shifa's circle of friends!

"Why, why, why?!" While pounding the bed, she didn't know who she was asking.

"Yeah," my girlfriend sat beside me distressedly and said, "Forget it, forget it, since the two of them are so good, you can just let it go."

Zhou Yunyun cried and said: "The important thing is not Zhao Jindong, the important thing is..." She sat up suddenly: "I lost, I lost to that little bitch Song Chen! No, I can't admit defeat!"

She and Song Chen have been fighting openly and secretly since middle school, how could she lose to him!If Song Chen met her again in the future, wouldn't he want to laugh at her to death? His mouth has always been so mean and vicious!No, she must find a good husband who is not inferior to Zhao Jindong!

"Quick, do you have any good male friends around you, please introduce them to me!"

"The two of us are a circle of friends all day long. Haven't you met all my male friends?" My best friend said, "But I do have someone. If you are nice to him, Song Chen will definitely be mad."

"Tell me, who?"

"Zhao Xinzhi, the boss of the Zhao family." My best friend said with a smile.

The tone was a little joking.

Zhou Yunyun sat and frowned and thought for a while: "Does he like women?"

"I'm joking." My best friend said.

Thoughtful, Zhou Yunyun took out his phone, intending to send a message to Zhao Xinzhi.

She doesn't care, she just can't make Song Chen feel better!

She thought secretly for a long time, typed, deleted, deleted, typed again, and finally decided to be more serious.

In her impression, Zhao Xinzhi was serious and steady.

"Brother Xin." She posted.

After sending it over, I was taken aback.

"I rely on." She couldn't help but say.

I saw an exclamation mark in a red circle on the screen of the mobile phone, which read: "Zhao Xinzhi has turned on friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first, and the other party can only chat after verification."

When did she delete her long ago!

It was late at night, and the wind was much lower. Zhao's Manor became darker after nightfall.A car drove through the woods, its headlights illuminating the long road.Zhao Yungang sat in the car with a serious expression.

The car drove all the way to the riverside, where there was a park, because it was late at night, there was no one there, only the river was splashing against the bank, and a woman was shivering in the cold wind with her hands in her pockets.

Seeing the car approaching, she became more vigilant, holding the phone in her hand, slightly blocking the glare of the headlights.

Immediately afterwards, the driver got out of the car, glanced at her, and walked away consciously.

Zheng Hong took a deep breath and walked to the car window.

The car window rolled down, revealing Zhao Yun's upright and fair face just now, and said, "I hope you only said those things to Xiao Chen because you wanted to see me."

Zheng Hong smiled wryly and said, "I won't talk about this, I won't see your people at all, right?"

"As I said, the money last time is the last time."

"Yun Gang, help me. If you don't help me, no one can help me." Zheng Hong leaned over and grabbed the car window, as if afraid that Zhao Yungang would close the window: "You are so rich, Tens of billions, hundreds of billions, you just give me a little bit of your finger, and it is enough for me to get through this difficulty. If you don’t look at anything else, just see that I followed you and gave birth to a son for you For your sake, help me, okay?"

Zhao Yungang was unmoved, and asked directly: "I want to know, what is your so-called secret?"

Zheng Hong let go of his hand with a sneer and said, "Are you afraid?"

"You'd better not lie to me," Zhao Yungang said, "and you'd better lie to me."

"A secret you don't want Song Chen to know for the rest of your life." Zheng Hong looked at him and said.

Zhao Yungang frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Zheng Hong said, "How is it? How much is it worth?"

"How much do you want?"

Zheng Hong pursed her lips and said, "For you, it's not too much." She stretched out a hand and separated her five fingers: "Give it to me, I will shut my mouth and never say anything in my life .”

She was probably still a little scared, but her tone trembled a little when she threatened, maybe it was because of the cold.

"Yun Gang, if I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have threatened you. I know you hate threats the most. I have no choice."

She was about to cry, and there were tears in her eyes.

Zhao Yungang still didn't speak, and suddenly opened the car door and walked out.Zheng Hong seemed to be frightened, and took a step back.

She seems to have seen Zhao Yungang when he was young. At that time, Zhao Yungang was not as stable and easy-going as he is now.

Zhao Yungang said: "I only trust the mouth of the dead, the best way to keep secrets."

Zheng Hong was stunned for a moment, the north wind was blowing, she took two steps back, looked around, and only looked at Zhao Yungang's driver standing by the river from a distance, a vague figure, cold and indifferent, as if to watch her death.

When she turned around again, Zhao Yungang had already sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

Zheng Hong backed away in disbelief, but the car turned around. The headlights made her eyes barely open. She was startled, took a few steps back, and ran towards the exit of the park, only hearing the sound of the accelerator pedal accelerating , she turned around suddenly, screaming "ah", the headlights illuminated her terrified eyes.

"do not want!"

Song Chen suddenly woke up from his sleep, he sat up panting, and woke up Zhao Jindong who was sleeping next to him.

Zhao Jindong turned on the bedside lamp, his eyes were so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm having a nightmare." Song Chen was still in shock, a thin layer of sweat covered his body, he turned to look at Zhao Jindong.Zhao Jindong sat up.

Song Chen hugged him and said, "I dreamed that I was transported to another world."

Zhao Jindong was stunned for a moment, then smiled, with a sleepy face that was extraordinarily gentle, stretched out his hand to brush the damp hair on Song Chen's forehead, and said, "You can really think."

Song Chen's eyes were moist, and he hugged him tightly, and said, "If one day, you find that I'm a different person, it might be that I'm wearing clothes and walking away. At that time, you should remember me now."

Zhao Jindong smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare."

As he spoke, he patted Song Chen on the back.Song Chen suddenly slammed into the quilt, he grabbed Song Chen and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'll feed you."

"..." In the middle of the night, Zhao Jindong said, "Go to sleep."

"I want to eat."

"...It's not that you can't eat it."

"I'll try." Song Chen leaned forward carelessly as he spoke, "I want to sleep with my mouth in my mouth."

"..."

Zhao Jindong said, "Are you having a nightmare or a erotic dream?"