Qin Ran basically never posted on WeChat Moments.
I have never paid attention to whether there are any messages about nearby streets under the WeChat Moments.
There are only three very cold official messages that resemble news on WeChat Moments.
Yan Xi’s MV has not been completed in the past two days.
In addition to recording songs, he stayed up late to write the lyrics.
Qin Ran posted this Weibo when he was tired of writing lyrics. He picked up his phone and flipped through it, and he came across the circle of friends that Qin Ran had posted.
The address displayed below was exactly an address somewhere in the Magic City. Yan Xi wrote down the street and checked the location on the map on his phone. It was separated from him by a river, but not too far.
He sent two WeChat messages to the other party.
"Yan Xi, there is one last shot to coordinate tomorrow morning..." Yan Xi's agent knocked on the door outside, then came in and saw Yan Xi leaning against the table at a glance.
He didn't sleep, and he didn't look like he was going to sleep.
...
...
He was holding a mobile phone in his hand, which was rare. He lowered his eyebrows and had a cold face. At this moment, he was holding a mobile phone with a serious expression and poking at it.
Yan Xi is a musician who can play almost all kinds of musical instruments. His fingers are extremely slender and smooth, with distinct joints.
Like this, like, like...
Like you're waiting for someone to reply?
The agent was stunned by Yan Xi's action and swallowed the second half of the sentence "You should go to bed early".
Yan Xi doesn’t have a persona in the entertainment industry, and he doesn’t try to create one. Although he has a Weibo account, it is managed by his agent, and apart from advertising, he releases new albums.
His agent won't help him post on Weibo to create a personal image.
It took Yan Xi several years to gain a firm foothold in this circle, and now he no longer needs to deliberately build up a personal image to help him maintain his popularity.
He is a complete music fanatic, and all he sees is music.
It's rare to see him have this expression when looking at the phone.
The agent was stunned for a moment, and then asked cautiously, "Yan Xi, what are you doing?"
Could it be that he was chatting with some little girl?
If this were true, Weibo would explode.
"Jiangshan is also in Shanghai." Yan Xi narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to flip through his phone, but the other party still hadn't replied to his message.
The agent originally thought it was some little girl.
After hearing what Yan Xi said, he was stunned for a long time. He suspected that Yan Xi had said something wrong, "Who are you talking about?"
"Jiang Shanyi, my arranger." Yan Xi raised his eyes and looked at his agent.
Everyone in the entertainment industry knows that behind the talented singer Yan Xi, there is a divine arranger Jiang Shanyi. Yan Xi’s current status in the entertainment industry is largely due to his divine arrangement.
Yan Xi's first dark rock song that became popular on the Internet was composed and arranged by Jiang Shanyi.
Without Jiangshanyi, there would be no Yanxi today.
But Jiang Shanyi is a rather mysterious person.
Not to mention that netizens couldn't even find a single hair about him, even Yan Xi didn't know much about Jiang Shanyi.
Although Jiang Shanyi is not a member of the entertainment industry and has never shown up, he is the most mysterious person in the circle!
Some people even suspect that Jiang Shanyi is the big money sponsor behind Yan Xi. Otherwise, why does Yan Xi not take any advertisements and yet is so popular, and no one in the entertainment industry dares to offend him?
Countless fans and musicians are curious about his true face.
Some people even offered a large sum of money to ask the staff around Yan Xi for Jiang Shanyi's contact information.
After all, as long as you contact Jiang Shanyi, you may be able to get his arrangements and compositions. His music style is well-known, and none of his songs are unpopular.
The money was huge and the staff were also tempted, but unfortunately...how could they know the news about Jiangshanyi!
If Jiang Shanyi himself were to be exposed today, it would definitely attract as much attention as Yan Xi or Qin Xiuchen revealing their relationships.
Yan Xi's agent's understanding of Jiang Shanyi is still at a mysterious level, and the other party basically contacts Yan Xi at a fixed time.
Basically, no news about the three-dimensional world is posted.
It had been less than half a month since Jiang Shanyi sent Yan Xi his last composition. No matter what, the agent had not thought that Yan Xi was waiting for news from Jiang Shanyi.
"The great master is also in Shanghai?" the agent opened his mouth.
"Well," Yan Xi looked at his phone. The other party still hadn't replied. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "I asked him to meet in person, but he hasn't replied to me yet."
Listening to Yan Xi's voice, the agent twitched his lips and said, "Yan Xi, how could the great god possibly meet you in person?"
The last time Jiang Shanyi asked Yan Xi for a complete set of albums, he asked Yan Xi to send it to Yunguang Group first.
It was also collected by the Yunguang Group at the front desk.
No private information is exposed at all.
Yan Xi, however, did not give up and kept staring at WeChat, waiting for Jiang Shanyi to reply to him.
However, after waiting for an hour, the other party did not move.
**
at the same time.
Gu Xichi's manor, in Cheng Juan's house.
He lived in the second room and Qin Ran lived in the third room.
After returning from Qin Ran's room, he did not sleep either. He just stretched out his hand to open the window and half leaned against it.
The temperature in Shanghai in December was not below zero.
But the wind at nearly twelve o'clock was chilling to the bone.
It just happened to quench the heat that was surging in his heart.
The lights in the room were off, and Cheng Juan was sitting half leaning against the window.
There was a lit cigarette between his fingertips, the flame flickering. An elegant face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
After a long while, close to twelve o'clock, he put out his cigarette and closed the window.
He walked to the switch and turned on the light.
The incandescent light came on, illuminating the entire room in white.
Cheng Juan was a little uncomfortable, squinted slightly, then walked to the table and turned on the computer in the room.
The computers and other things in Gu Xichi's house are almost the same set, black.
The computer boots up very quickly, and never lags when playing games no matter how many web pages are open. Lu Zhaoying has said more than once that he wants to take the computer with him when he returns home.
After turning on the computer, Cheng Juan directly logged into an account.
Soon the computer screen turned black and the computer screen showed connecting.
Quickly connected to a video screen.
On the other side of the video is a large black round table.
There were several people in black suits around the round table.
"Boss." The leading man, who was about thirty years old, saw the video screen light up, immediately stepped aside and spoke.
Cheng Juan nodded and glanced at the screen. "Where's Cheng Huo?"
"He's going to sort out the transaction database at the headquarters," the man's name is Cheng Shui, he's thirty years old, with blue eyes and slightly curly brown hair, he's a mixed race. He paused and asked, "Are you okay with your injury?"
Hearing this, Cheng Juan leaned back, his eyes were misty and dark, and he chuckled twice, "Someone is getting agitated? Don't worry about it. By the way, transfer some money to that old man's card."
The instructions were given quite expertly.
Cheng Shui knew who the old man he was talking about was without asking.
He nodded. "Is it still the same number as before?"
Cheng Juan said "hmm" nonchalantly.
"By the way, Cheng Mu asked me about Cheng Huo and I a few days ago." At this point, Cheng Shui looked at Cheng Juan cautiously, "Boss, you haven't told Cheng Mu yet?"
"No, no need to tell him." Cheng Juan shook his head, gave a few more instructions, and then reached out to turn off the video.
On the other side of the video, Cheng Shui finished talking to Cheng Juan, walked out the door, took a few steps outside, and first asked someone to transfer a sum of money to a medical organization. He was familiar with this and obviously had done this many times.
Then go find Cheng Huo.
The phone rang a few more times.
He looked down and saw that Cheng Mu was still frantically posting messages about Miss Qin in their group.
Cheng Shui looked at Cheng Mu like he was crazy and couldn't help but shook his head.
Everyone in Beijing thinks that Cheng Mu is the one Cheng Juan trusts the most, so they take Cheng Mu with them wherever they go...
Even Cheng Mu seemed to think so...
In fact, their boss just couldn't stand Cheng Mu's intelligence, and he didn't send him out to do things...
Cheng Mu also didn't seem to notice that their boss didn't seem to ask him to do anything practical...
It’s so miserable.
**
Gu Xichi’s house, third floor.
Jiang Dongye was already drowsy. He rested his hand on his chin and pecked at rice like a chick.
When I looked up, Gu Xichi was still busy in front of the experimental equipment.
At this point, the waiter went to find a place to charge his phone, so Jiang Dongye went downstairs and brought up two glasses of water.
"Brother Gu, why aren't you asleep yet?" Jiang Dongye handed a glass of water to Gu Xichi and yawned.
Gu Xichi took it and drank it. "The medical organization will issue a statement tomorrow morning. I will hurry up and test it again."
The clinical results from the medical organization were also released, and they were pretty much what Gu Xichi had expected.
He will do it one last time and the result is expected to be out tomorrow night.
"Aren't you tired?" Jiang Dongye was really sleepy. His eyes were almost wet and he yawned one after another.
Gu Xichi, who has always been at the forefront of medicine, was so excited when he thought about the regenerative tissue he had researched. How could he be sleepy?
"I'm not tired. I still have some time." Gu Xichi stretched out his hand to roll up the sleeves of his white shirt. Because he had not seen the sun for many years, his wrists were really white.
The computer in the lab lit up again.
Gu Xichi turned back and picked up the phone. When he saw the face on the other end of the video, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Teacher, why are you looking for me now?"
Could it be that there is something wrong with the medical results tomorrow?
The old man rarely smiled at Gu Xichi, "Xiao Chi, you are really fast. It has been less than two hours since I told you that the diamond tycoon has sent the money. Please tell him that if he has any problems in the future, our medical organization will be there at his beck and call."
The medical organization is a bit poor, but it is the World Medical Federation.
There are many people in the world who value their lives, and no one wants to be on bad terms with medical organizations, but not many people can gain the goodwill of medical organizations.
After hearing this, Gu Xichi paused with his fingers on the table and narrowed his eyes: "Teacher, what did you say?"
"That big guy transferred the money over." The old man still smiled.
He was also busy with tomorrow's press conference, so he spoke a few words to Gu Xichi and then hung up the phone.
After he hung up, Gu Xichi bit the cigarette, his delicate face was confused for a moment: "..."
Jiang Dongye knew the three big guys behind Gu Xichi, so what he heard was not too confusing.
Seeing Gu Xichi like this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Ah," Gu Xichi reacted and shook his head, "I was just thinking..."
He has been in the laboratory all the time, and it seems, it seems, as if, he has not contacted the diamond boss at all? !
What did the old man just say? !
**
The next morning.
Cheng Mu went to get everyone's breakfast from outside with a refreshed spirit.
The waiter cut off the power himself, then knocked on the doors one by one and called them down for breakfast.
As soon as Qin Ran came downstairs, she saw Yang Fei, who had gotten up early.
"Are you okay?" She was talking about how he was drugged last night.
Yang Fei pinched his wrist and raised his delicate face, "I feel no different this morning than before. The medicine Mr. Gu gave me is very effective."
He was very tactful and did not ask Gu Xichi who those people were.
He had already been shocked when he entered Gu Xichi's house last night. Putting that aside, he talked to Qin Ran about the game last night.
Yang Fei also watched the live broadcast. When the odds were 9.9, he bet his entire family's fortune on it and won 100 million beans.
The two chatted about the divine tablet.
This was also the first time Qin Ran told him about some of the hidden skills of the God Card, which she had used on the field last night.
At the end of the conversation, the waiter brought breakfast. Qin Ran raised her hand to take a bottle of milk, and then she realized something was wrong.
She looked to her left.
Cheng Juan came down at some point and was sitting not far away, watching the two of them talking. When he saw her coming over, he leaned back and laughed.
Qin Ran withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to drink milk.
Gu Xichi also came down from upstairs yawning.
He was urged to come down by Jiang Dongye.
Qin Ran knew from the look on his face that the results of his last experiment had not come out yet.
Qin Ran lowered her head and picked up her phone. She saw that all major browsers and apps were pushing Gu Xichi’s medical report on “tissue regeneration”.
Gu Xichi’s results haven’t come out yet.
Qin Ran couldn’t go back to Yuncheng for the time being. As Cheng Juan had said before, it would be Tuesday. She thought about it and opened Yan Xi’s profile picture on WeChat.
【address. 】
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**
Old man (with a weathered face): I also want to have a name.
Gao Dahua: Queue...queue...
Good night ^_^
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