Chapter 11
Wei Ge leaned over when he heard the voice. It was the owner of the KTV where several people had gathered last night who publicly stated online that the president of ARKI was in his store yesterday.
This store is the favorite store of students from Luda Academy of Fine Arts. The decoration inside the store is so authentic that it is impossible for it to have any additional business.
It's a gathering place for college students, and business people can't get in at all.
Or maybe business people don't want to go to such places, just like people who are used to drinking hand-ground coffee can't drink Mixue Bingcheng.
There were originally a few passers-by who didn't know what was going on and started to say that the president had bribed the store owner to give false testimony, and that those people were hired by the president.
Unexpectedly, the boss was very upright. It would have been fine if he had never met Xing Zhao. After Ji Zeyu showed the boss Xing Zhao's photo, the boss confirmed that he had seen him.
The boss's exact words were: "Remember, remember, it's the one who carried someone away like a princess yesterday."
Wei Ge's head was buried in Xing Zhao's arms at the time, and the boss couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, but he was hit.
"Is this the boss of Luzhou Entertainment?" The boss pointed at the photo on Ji Zeyu's phone, his tone full of temptation. "He's quite handsome. Isn't it said online that the boss is old, ugly, an iron-faced demon, and a murderer?"
As expected of a boss who often hangs out with college students, he is well-informed. He even knows that Xing Zhao has killed countless people.
"So what do you think?" Ji Zeyu smiled. Xing Zhao had reminded him not to shape his persona outside. What others think is what it is, and he should not change others' ideas.
Xing Zhao was so pretentious that Ji Zeyu was too lazy to shape him.
"I think he's a nice guy, at least he smiles." The boss said seriously.
"He smiled at you?" Ji Zeyu was slightly stunned. He had indeed rarely seen Xing Zhao smile at ordinary people, except him. He was Xing Zhao's dearest brother.
"No, he smiled when he was holding the child." The boss laughed. "That news is obviously fake. Based on my years of experience, this CEO is just in love. What's their relationship? Are they a couple?"
"I don't know, don't ask me." Seeing that the situation was not right, Ji Zeyu immediately changed the subject and left without giving the boss a chance to ask further questions.
Someone stood up online and said that the boss was bribed. The boss immediately responded with his big account, saying that if he was lying, he would be the grandson of everyone in the world and would have no children for the rest of his life.
It's so righteous. I feel like I can curse myself as long as I'm not lying.
It's hard not to believe it's true. This curse is too vicious for a middle-aged married man without children.
However, he did not tell anyone about the incident where Xing Zhao took the girl away as a princess. Ji Zeyu signed a confidentiality agreement with his boss about the specific details and video of that night.
It was clearly stated that the details of what Xing Zhao did that day should not be disclosed. The boss thought that the boss was a domineering president who wanted to protect his secretly married husband, so he agreed immediately.
Another point is not to reveal Xing Zhao's true appearance to anyone, even to those who had contact with Xing Zhao that day.
The boss was even more excited. The domineering president still hid his identity when approaching the secretly married husband.
Don’t love him too much, he’s done it again.
Besides, the amount of hush money given to him in the confidentiality agreement is huge, and he would be a fool not to sign it.
It is even more impossible to let the secret slip, as the compensation amount will be much higher and the boss cannot afford it.
"A CEO this big actually went to that little KTV in front of our school?" Xu Zhou asked, puzzled. "Did he just drop by while he was inspecting the school yesterday? Is the concept art competition about to start?"
"Well, there's still half a month left." Wei Ge started talking. Compared to the gossip, he was more interested in this competition. "I submitted my portfolio a few days ago. Have you guys submitted yours?"
There's no way, I'm career-oriented, my mind is always occupied with career.
"No one in our dormitory has made friends except you. The skills of you seniors are average." Li Cheng never brags about his abilities. If he says he can't do something, then he can't do it. He won't pretend at all.
"What's your account number? Let's go and help you canvass for votes." Xu Zhou said. He was very active in doing anything that could help Wei Ge.
Wei Ge took out his cell phone and wanted to show them his ARKI account, but after thinking about it, he locked the screen again.
One reason is that he just earned a million last night, and his online name is now a legend in ARKI.
A new internet celebrity who has won the first place on the hot list with his unpleasant singing voice and unknown brain capacity and earns 1 million yuan a day.
It's too ostentatious. It's okay for those who didn't watch the live broadcast, but for those who did, just seeing the name will remind them of what happened last night.
The second reason is that the Internet is his virtual space, a pure land for him, and he doesn’t want others to occupy it.
Then he has no reason to scream and howl on the Internet, feeling like he is running naked in the virtual world.
Don’t say it, absolutely cannot say it.
"I just posted it casually. I didn't think about the preliminary round, so I didn't need to canvass for votes." Wei Ge smiled at the two seniors. I'm sorry, he lied.
But I really don’t want his three-dimensional acquaintances to see his two-dimensional vest.
It's so embarrassing.
The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and Zhang Zhilin's chest puffed out. He closed his pen, put away the two sets of papers he had just finished, and put them into his backpack.
A top student is a top student. He finished two sets of questions in just two short classes. Wei Ge could only finish half of them.
You have to do half of it and play half of it.
It was not until the professor left the classroom that Zhang Zhilin stood up and walked over to the three people.
"Would you like to eat?" Zhang Zhilin looked at the three people in front of him. At this moment, he was standing while others were sitting. The distance between people became closer, and only a big face from bottom to top was left.
"We'll eat, but we can't treat you," Xu Zhou said. "We agreed that you would accompany us to class and we would treat you to a meal. What's the point of you sitting in the corner?"
"Study." Zhang Zhilin said confidently, "I didn't say I couldn't study when I came to attend class with you. I know everything you taught by heart."
"Have you installed it yet?" Li Cheng fired his slingshot twice at Zhang Zhilin. "I've been learning it for two years and still don't know anything. How can you possibly recite it by heart?"
Li Cheng didn't believe it and insisted on picking up Wei Ge's textbook to test Zhang Zhilin. He randomly flipped through a page and said the first four words.
It's a ghost. Zhang Zhilin really can recite it by heart.
"What's going on?" Li Cheng cursed while looking at Wei Ge and Xu Zhou beside him.
Sometimes the structures of people's brains are different. Smart people and stupid people have nothing in common and cannot understand each other.
"Please treat me to a meal this time." Zhang Zhilin pushed his glasses and smiled at Li Cheng, a rare smile that was a smug smile after he had just surpassed Li Cheng in IQ.
It's quite ridiculous, but it's worth laughing at.
"Okay, I'll treat you." Li Cheng stood up, walked around the chair, and put his arm around Zhang Zhilin's shoulders. "Then you can accompany me to my elective class this semester. I didn't get the easy ones, and I don't understand programming."
The elective courses at Luda Academy of Fine Arts have always been a battlefield for students. The reason is that there are only a few simple courses, and the school insists on pursuing all-round development due to the large number of students.
There are only a few art students who know C and Python, and the remaining courses are regarded as the gate to hell by students.
Students who fail to get into other classes must attend them, and they will fail if they do.
The teacher also had a headache. Before the end of the class, he wrote the answers on the blackboard and asked the students to memorize them, but some students still couldn't understand them or memorize them.
It’s annoying. Teachers are more annoying than students.
"No, I have something personal to do on Saturday afternoon." Zhang Zhilin refused. He was not in school every Saturday afternoon and no one knew what he was doing.
"Why are you not here every Saturday? Are you a Cinderella or a system program? You have to disappear when the time comes." Li Cheng was a little unhappy. He had no time to use the exam artifact he just got.
"Private matter." Zhang Zhilin repeated it again, obviously not wanting to tell Li Cheng the details.
Wei Ge saw that the situation was not right. He knew that asking any further would only lead to further conflict between the two people and would be fruitless, so he quickly stood up.
"Let's eat. You're hungry. I'll treat the seniors to a meal today." Wei Ge stood in the middle and smiled, looking like a well-behaved, good guy.
"It's not a good idea to let my junior treat me to a meal, right?" Xu Zhou said from the side.
"Okay, why not? The seniors have taken such good care of me, it's only right that you treat me to a meal." Wei Ge pushed these people out of the classroom.
The main reason is that he is too rich now. Last night, that rich sponsor made him achieve financial freedom. Now he has so much money that he doesn’t know where to spend it.
I'm going to treat my senior to a meal today, and go back to my hometown on Saturday to buy a new set of clothes for my parents, and renovate the supermarket at home. What did Wei Mingzhe say he wanted before?
Yes, I want to drink foreign liquor, so I’ll give dad a bottle to try.
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Xing Zhao walked out of the principal's office, and the principal personally sent Xing Zhao to the door.
"I'm sorry, I will handle the negative news and hope it won't affect our event and school." Xing Zhao was polite and gentle in front of the principal.
Anyone who has come into contact with Xing Zhao will actually know that the person in the news cannot be Xing Zhao at all.
Although he gives off an air of keeping strangers away when he's not smiling, he is truly upright.
Xing Zhao did not have the arrogance to look down on others, even though his assets could trample anyone under his feet.
"Xiao Xing, you don't have to worry about these things. I know your character well. The problem will be solved quickly and it won't have any impact." Although the old principal's hair has turned white, he is still very energetic.
What was said before was just polite talk, and the real truth is that the problem is solved.
The other party can say nice things to maintain the relationship between the two people, but it is naive to take it seriously.
"It's been difficult for college students to find jobs recently. I plan to work with art companies I know and increase investment. If there are suitable jobs, we can also give priority to graduates from our LuDa Academy of Fine Arts." Xing Zhao smiled politely at the principal. He was the one with negative news, so he naturally had to increase the stakes.
"I'm glad that you are willing to give young people opportunities. You are the organizer and we will do as you say." The old principal did not get too involved in his personal feelings. For such a win-win situation, as long as he did not refuse, it meant he agreed.
"Okay, I'm sorry for taking up your time today. You don't have to see me off." Xing Zhao smiled at the old principal, turned around and gestured to Shen Che, who had been following him, to leave.
"The afternoon meeting has been postponed as you said. Do you have any new schedule?" Shen Che followed Xing Zhao out. When the elevator door closed, Shen Che turned to look at Xing Zhao.
Xing Zhao didn't say anything, but raised his watch and looked at it. "Yes, I have a schedule. It's noon, time to eat."
Shen Che was stunned for a moment, confused, thinking that there was some kind of morning dinner party, "Which hotel is it? I'm driving now."
“No need to drive, just walk and try the art academy cafeteria.”
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