Chapter 10: Drums and Gongs, Three Banners
Since a gift has been given to Song Yirou, the Song family naturally cannot favor one over the other.
Song Nanxi is a very fair and kind person!
Early the next morning, the sound of gongs and drums was heard outside.
There was also an emcee holding a loudspeaker in the front, shouting, "Send out a pennant! Send out a pennant!"
Except for the old man, the other young people still live in the old house, all other young people have moved out long ago and started their own families.
For example, the eldest son Song Hai and his family live in the famous wealthy area of H City.
There are single-family villas here, which used to be very quiet, but today it was very lively with the sound of gongs and drums. Many people at home couldn't help but stick their heads out to watch the fun.
"Oh, who is this banner for? What a grand ceremony."
"It looks like it's heading to the Song family. Could it be for Song Yirou? Hey, how can someone of the same generation be so competitive?"
Neighbors were talking about it, and more and more people were paying attention to this place.
At this time, Lin Bei was the only one at home.
Lin Bei frowned tightly, "Is this a high-end residential area or a vegetable market? It's so noisy!"
She was already in a bad mood, so she immediately told the servant to call the property management to drive the group of people away, and then she walked out herself.
The guard of honor stopped right in front of the gate of the Song family villa.
Seeing Lin Bei's figure, the host's eyes lit up and he immediately said loudly: "Mrs. Song, here is a banner for you, please check it!"
"What? For Lin Bei?"
Facing the inquiring eyes of the crowd, Lin Bei's face turned pale, "What do you mean by banner or not? I don't know about this, take it away quickly, whoever wants such an ugly thing can take it, if you keep on wasting time I'll have the property management kick you out!"
What kind of rural honor guard is this? They should have not come out if they had known earlier. It’s so embarrassing!
That won't do! Their honor guard was paid a huge price.
The MC rolled his eyes and said, "It's okay if we don't have a silk banner, but our employer said that we must show our appreciation! Guys, present the silk banner!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Three banners were unfurled.
As the loud speaker sounded, the emcee read out the words on the banner.
"First line: What a good mother!"
"The second line: It's really awesome!"
"Horizontal banner: The cuckoo is parasitic, and the elegant sparrow has no regrets!"
After the banner was read, the guard of honor beat drums and gongs and left before the property management arrived.
Leaving a group of people looking at each other in bewilderment.
The scene was silent, and the words on the banner had already been transmitted into the villa through the loudspeaker...
It didn't take long before the idea of sending silk banners spread like a gust of wind throughout the entire circle.
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At this time, Song Nanxi quietly slipped out of the old house.
"Song Nanxi!"
Hearing the sound, Song Nanxi turned back
Chi Hao waved excitedly and poked his head out of the car, "It's me! Chi Hao!"
Song Nanxi crossed his arms and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, I shouldn't have lost my memory."
"Haha, you're really humorous." Chi Haole asked excitedly, "Where are you going? It's hard to get a taxi here. Can we take you there?"
The old house is in a remote place. In the past, the Song family's old house was called the Song Mansion. All the facilities in it are old, but the elderly people don't move away because they are nostalgic and this place is quiet. The younger generation can't get used to living here.
There are several houses nearby, all of which are owned by the wealthy families in H City.
Song Nanxi saw Jiang Muye sitting in the passenger seat. The young man had a head of silver hair that drooped listlessly. He looked depressed and exuded a violent aura.
She raised her eyebrows. "It would be nice to get a ride, but do you have the final say?"
"Hey, wait a minute." Chi Hao turned his head, "Brother Ye..."
Jiang Mu's eyelids drooped, "Get in the car."
Chi Hao immediately said happily: "Brother Ye agreed, get in the car quickly, I still have something to ask you!"
Song Nanxi got in the car.
"What are you doing?" Song Nanxi asked.
"I'm here to rescue Brother Ye! You don't know, your car race with Song Yirou was broadcast live last night, and that idiot even took a picture of Brother Ye's profile. When Grandpa Jiang found out, he got really mad. Look how he scolded Brother Ye like a grandson."
"Pfft..." Song Nanxi said, "No need to scold him, he is also my grandson."
Chi Hao: "Oh, that's right."
Jiang Mu also: “?”
What kind of stupid conversation?
"What about you? You were taken away by Ling Sheng last night. Did he make things difficult for you?"
Song Nanxi said casually: "No, they just sent me back to the old house to be scolded."
There was silence in the car.
"Oh."
Someone laughed.
Chi Hao realized it later: "Oh my god, what kind of fate is this! Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that the older generation doesn't like the younger generation to play with such deadly things. Fortunately, compared to you guys, I am really a good kid!"
Bang!
Just as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of his head.
Chi Hao turned his head and met Jiang Mu's dangerous gaze. The young man smiled sinisterly, "Good boy, why don't you say one more thing?"
"Well, no more talking!"
Don't touch the tiger's whiskers!
The car fell into silence. Jiang Mu leaned lazily against the back of the chair, with a faint dark circles under his eyes.
Song Nanxi glanced at Jiang Muye from behind. His face was as pale as a ghost. He could be sent directly to the morgue.
But she didn't say anything and just sent a message on her phone.
After leaving the old district, Song Nanxi saw a familiar license plate number from afar.
She knocked on the back of the chair and said, "Good boy, you can stop the car now. Someone is here to pick me up."
Chi Hao rolled his eyes, "Song Nanxi, that's enough! Where's Yin Yang?"
She and Jiang Mu are truly a perfect match made in heaven!
The car stopped and Song Nanxi got off.
After a pause, he smiled and reminded, "Your brother Ye looks like he's dying. Send him to the hospital as soon as possible."
After saying that, he strode towards the black G-Class on the side of the road.
Chi Hao was stunned. Song Nanxi was so mean.
“Tsk.”
Jiang Mu also pulled his lips, the pain in his solar plexus was like being pricked by a needle, but his expression was as if nothing had happened.
As a result, Chi Hao only saw it now, and his face was as pale as a ghost!
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Ling Sheng heard the sound of the car door, withdrew his gaze calmly, and started the car.
"Is the PPT ready? When can you tell me about your revenge plan?"
Is this being yin and yang? She turned her head and saw the man's serious face.
He said with a sigh, "Brother Ling, you are too vindictive. It's only 100,000 yuan. For Young Master Ling, it's just like giving alms to a beggar."
Ling Sheng curled his lips, "Are you a beggar?"
Song Nanxi said seriously: "I can be." She raised her hands up, "Ling giegie, give me some gold coins."
The air was silent for two seconds.
Ling Sheng gritted his teeth when he spoke again, "Does the Song family need you to eat or spend money?"
"Eh? You guessed it right. I have nothing to eat and nothing to spend, and I am looked down upon. Are you satisfied with this answer, Linggiegie?"
"..." Ling Sheng frowned, "Are you serious?"
"It's fake," Song Nanxi shrugged, his tone relaxed, "The old man loves me so much, even if the other people in the Song family treat me as a transparent person, I won't starve to death. I'll just go back to the old house to beg for money when I have nothing to do~"
The woman next to me never tells the truth and can easily make me speechless.
Ling Sheng was silent for a moment.
"As long as you are my artist, I will take care of you."
So, don't worry about starving to death.
Huanxing Media.
This company was founded by Ling Sheng and does not have many signed artists.
With Ling Sheng's picky eyes, he might not be able to sign many artists in his lifetime. Song Nanxi was very skeptical whether Huanxing Media could become bigger and stronger.
"Ling Sheng, can you tell me now? Why did you bring me to the company?"
Ling Sheng swiped his card and took Song Nanxi to the elevator.
He said calmly: "Find someone to watch you."
"What's the meaning?"
"Literally."
Soon, Song Nanxi knew what Ling Sheng was going to do.
"Brother Ling, the people are here and are waiting in the reception room." Seeing Ling Sheng coming up, a young man in a suit immediately strode forward and said.
Song Nanxi raised her eyebrows and looked around Ling Sheng's office with her arms folded.
This was her first time here. At first, she was determined to enter the entertainment industry. After Mr. Song’s persuasion failed, he quickly asked Ling Sheng to come with the contract.
Even the signing of the contract was completed by Song Nanxi in the old house.
Come to think of it, it's not unfair for the people of Huanxing to say privately that she is a relative of someone else.
"Well," Ling Sheng nodded and glanced at Song Nanxi, "Go in."
"Tsk, it's okay for you to go in, but I also have conditions." Song Nanxi stood at the door of the reception room, dragged out the last syllable, and looked at Ling Sheng.
Seeing her attitude, He Jian, who was standing next to Ling Sheng, couldn't help but look at her twice.
Does Song Nanxi think Brother Ling has a good temper?
Ling Sheng frowned, "Song Nanxi, what you have to do now is to follow the arrangements."
"I didn't say I won't listen," Song Nanxi blinked, "but I should be better to my eyes, right? You're going to find someone to monitor me, so if I ask the person to be taller, more handsome, and more capable of serving others, that's... okay, right?"
What a joke, there is no way such a person can exist.
Song Nanxi never wanted to find someone to follow her all the time.
Sure enough, after hearing her conditions, Ling Sheng's face became darker and darker.
The temperature of the air seemed to have dropped by several degrees.
"There is no such person. Even if there is, I can't arrange one for you." Ling Sheng now feels that among all his artists, Song Nanxi is the most worrying one. Who knows, one day he might drop another bombshell on him. "I say it again, go in."
Song Nanxi: "...I'm warning you, don't call me big or small!"
Ling Sheng took out his cell phone and started calling Mr. Song.
Song Nanxi immediately rushed forward, grabbed his hand, and glared at him with gritted teeth: "That's all you can do, right?"
Ling Sheng tilted his head, "Would you like to come in?"
"Come in, come in! Just don't regret it!"
Song Nanxi pushed open the door of the reception room and walked in.
What catches the eye is a row of muscular men standing straight. Putting aside their looks, just looking at their bodies, if you casually post them online, you can see that they are all good candidates to become top-level bloggers!
"So handsome~" Song Nanxi was actually a little curious, and asked sincerely: "Well, with your figures, are you really not considering creating a short video account, just to get a taste of it?"
Anyway, nine out of ten people on the Internet are wearing masks, and their bodies may not be as good as these macho men.
Ling Sheng, who came in a step later, had a gloomy face, ignoring the slight suspicion in his heart, "Song, Nan, Xi!"
Song Nanxi was not afraid of him at all, and was even eager to try, "Ling Sheng, why don't you also start an MCN company and sign all these people in as anchors, and I will invest, how about that?"
Short videos are the trend now, and there is really something to do!
Ling Sheng laughed in anger, almost gritting his teeth as he asked, "Why did you sign in? To be a live streamer? You're a female celebrity, do you know what will happen if someone finds out?"
"Just scold me. In the eyes of the audience, haven't I already collapsed into ruins?"
There's no way. It's hard for Song Nanxi to be sad and cry just because of being criticized.
Even when I see the bad reviews online, I can't help laughing just thinking about them. They're all the same curses, nothing new!
Ling Sheng’s head was about to explode: “…”
The macho guys looked at each other in bewilderment. Is this the employer they want to win over? Isn't this a bit too hardcore?
One of them whispered, "Boss, we are here to be bodyguards, not to sell our bodies!"
"Yeah, she won't ask me to do a striptease in the future, right?" Another person also agreed!
In the crowd, the young man wearing a mask standing in the corner pursed his lips and lowered his eyes slightly.
Compared with other muscular men, he looks much thinner. At first glance, he looks like a little chicken who accidentally walked into an eagle's team-building meeting.
Looks pitiful.
"What's wrong with doing a striptease for your employer? If you make your employer happy, will you still get your bonus? Besides, the purpose of building such big muscles is to show off to others!"
Song Nanxi never stops talking until his words are shocking.
"Hey, that makes sense, Miss Song, how about I perform a piece for you on the spot?" Some of them were more cheerful and immediately bared their teeth to say I can do it! As long as the salary is increased, everything is fine!
"Shut up! I run a legitimate company!" As the boss of a security company, Chen Feng encountered this kind of request for the first time.
"Ms. Song, please stop teasing them," Chen Feng smiled bitterly, patted Ling Sheng's shoulder, turned his back to Song Nanxi, and winked at Ling Sheng, "Brother, what's going on?"
You only said you were looking for a bodyguard, but you didn't say you wanted to sell your body!
Ling Sheng's mouth twitched, "Don't pay attention to her, we don't need a bodyguard who can do a striptease."
He asked Song Nanxi to choose one.
Song Nanxi touched his chin, stood in front of the group of people, and raised his fox eyes slightly, "Is it really impossible to have both?"
In fact, she is really interested in starting an MCN company.
The people in front were all rough guys, and many of them blushed when they were stared at with a smile by such a beautiful woman.
Ling Sheng looked at it, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"These won't work." He said to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng was also quite embarrassed, secretly cursing these brats for being useless, but he was also helpless, "The old guys in the company have all signed long-term contracts with the big bosses, and these guys have just been discharged from the army. But with our relationship, the people I can bring here are definitely the best, you can rest assured about that."
"I trust you," Ling Sheng pinched his nose, "but I don't trust her."
Chen Feng touched his nose, and his peripheral vision noticed the position in the corner. His eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed.
They also heard the conversation between Song Nanxi and Ling Sheng at the door of the conference room.
She said she wanted to find someone handsome and tall.
But the person he wanted to recommend the most had something like that happen to him...
"Are you also applying for a bodyguard position?"
Song Nanxi's gaze fell on the corner. The young man wearing a mask obviously didn't expect the other party to notice him, and a hint of surprise quickly appeared in his eyes.
"Yes, that's you."
Chen Feng suddenly became nervous!
Seeing that the other party was standing there without moving, he urged anxiously, "Qi Yu! Come here!"
Seeing the instructor's anxiety, Qi Yu clenched his hands and said softly, "I don't meet Miss Song's criteria for choosing a bodyguard."
Why waste time?
"Oh?" Song Nanxi walked up to the other person slowly, "Your name is Qi Yu?"
This name - sounds very familiar!
She looked back at Chen Feng and Ling Sheng. Unexpectedly, Ling Sheng actually gave her a lucky male protagonist.
Then she won’t be polite!
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