At ten o'clock in the evening, the recording site of "Ghost 100%" was held.
As soon as Xu Bianzhou asked his assistant to pick up the unconscious Xu Baijing, he was surrounded by the media, and the flashing spotlights were enough to illuminate half the sky.
"Mr. Xu Bianzhou, could you please respond to the controversial performance of your adopted son Xu Baijing on the show?"
"Mr. Xu, is your adopted son particularly afraid of ghosts and gods because he has done so many bad things in his life? Will Xu Baijing continue his acting career?"
"Mr. Xu..."
Xu Bianzhou could no longer endure it, and he pushed the microphone away and shouted:
“—That’s enough!”
The reporters suddenly fell silent, but only for two seconds before they came forward again as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Mr. Xu," "Mr. Xu, your adopted son..." "Please respond positively, Mr. Xu!"
"I'll pay you all to shut up," Xu Bianzhou said with a gesture. "Your boss should have been notified. Tomorrow, I'll have the program team, the female host, and the so-called ghost publicly apologize to Xu Baijing. They staged everything for publicity."
Xu Bianzhou has been dealing with Xu Baijing's aftermath for more than a day or two.
But this was the first time it had become so big, and it was even broadcast live, with millions of viewers witnessing it, leaving no room for maneuver. Fortunately, Xu Bianzhou was rich.
Silence the media, remove trending searches, and ask relevant people to apologize.
Xu Baijing was so high-profile, he wanted the whole world to know that his father was a CEO named Xu Bianzhou. These things had to be done, otherwise it would be Xu Bianzhou's people who would be embarrassed, and he would have no face in front of his subordinates and colleagues.
Xu Bianzhou said gloomily, "So now, take your cameras and microphones and get out!"
The reporters present were in an uproar.
Spending so much money just to buy the media to shut up is really generous.
After Xu Bianzhou said this, they didn't dare to shoot for the time being, but they didn't retreat either. Instead, they stayed where they were and waited for notification from their superiors.
Almost as soon as Xu Bianzhou finished speaking, the entire scene was filled with the sound of telephone ringing one after another.
"Hello? Boss, I'm at the set of 'Ghost 100%'... Yeah, I met Mr. Xu. Do you want to stop filming?"
Xu Bianzhou's expression eased slightly.
You see, money makes the world go round.
The so-called media in this era are just mouthpieces for capital, and this is especially true for entertainment media.
"Get lost after this call," Xu Bianzhou said arrogantly. "I'm in a hurry to get back to the company. The US stock market will open in half an hour. You can't afford to delay."
The reporters stood still, their expressions hesitant.
They looked at each other and said:
"My boss said the filming will continue."
"It's the same at my house. Filming continues and the news will be broadcast punctually tomorrow morning."
"What a coincidence..."
Xu Bianzhou's face changed. "Why? You took the money but didn't do anything? Or do you think the money is not enough?"
The entertainment reporter closest to Xu Bianzhou whispered, "Mr. Xu, my boss said the money you transferred has been returned to the original account because another client named Muse paid ten times your price and bought the news to be published as scheduled."
"So do we."
Xu Bianzhou: "..."
impossible!
The price he offered was already outrageous. If it was increased tenfold, he would have to sell his real estate to raise the price.
Muse? Foreigner?
"How about you give us ten times the salary we've earned from this guy?" one of the reporters suggested. The other reporters were all eager to make a move. "Then we'll get out of here right now."
Other entertainment reporters echoed: "Right, right, right. Or maybe you don't have enough money?"
Just as Xu Bianzhou thought, these entertainment reporters are indeed the mouthpiece of capital. Whoever has the money has the final say.
If Xu Bianzhou has no money, then it is not his responsibility.
Xu Bianzhou: “…………”
The veins on Xu Bianzhou's forehead bulged, and at this moment, Xu Baijing, who was carried by his assistant, slowly woke up.
Xu Baijing's face was still swollen like a pig. He looked at Xu Bianzhou and whispered, "Dad, you will help me, right? It's only a hundred times the amount. Don't you have this little money?"
This little money?
He calls hundreds of millions "this little money"?!
Xu Baijing continued to speak, his words becoming more and more convincing. "Before...before, my role in 'Meet the Dragon Night' was snatched away, and you didn't do anything. A few days ago, I just wanted to take my friends to an island in the Pacific Ocean for a trip, and you said that the island was bought by a private individual for a huge price!"
"You're obviously my father, but you can't do anything. Now I'm going to be laughed at by the whole country again!" Xu Baijing sobbed twice, "I know, it's just because I'm not his biological child..."
'I am not his biological child' and 'like when I was a child', these two sentences are Xu Bianzhou's dead words.
He weighed the pros and cons with a gloomy face, then reluctantly said, "Twenty times. I'll pay twenty times my original amount in exchange for you to shut up."
The entertainment reporters fell silent.
After a moment, one of the reporters whispered, "That customer said, no matter how much you pay, they will pay ten times as much."
I have money anyway.
Xu Baijing was furious: "Dad!!"
The assistant beside him suddenly took out a pair of headphones and carefully held them in front of Xu Bianzhou, saying, "Mr. Xu, a strange phone call just came in, saying they want to talk to you. It might be... over there."
This is what a smart person does. Xu Bianzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the other party is not stupid. Maybe they are just bluffing. Who can really come up with so much money?
When Xu Bianzhou put on the headphones, he suddenly had a strange feeling. It was midsummer, but he felt like he had stepped into an ice cave, and his back felt cold.
A childish boy's voice came from the other end of the phone, sometimes far away, sometimes near. He didn't speak, just humming a song.
It's a nursery rhyme with a strange tune.
Xu Baijing started shaking all over when he heard the voice. His face turned pale and he held his head with his hands: "Dad, it's a ghost, save me..."
"That's enough!" Xu Bianzhou felt uneasy when he heard the voice. He stopped her, "Just say what you want to say. Don't be so mysterious."
The nursery rhyme stopped on the other end of the microphone.
The call seemed to be picked up by another person. Soon, Xu Bianzhou heard a man's voice:
"Are you Xu Baijing's parent?"
It was a very polite voice, even with the accent of a medieval noble.
Even to someone like Xu Bianzhou, accustomed to giving orders, the other side possessed an aura that was not to be underestimated. The chilling feeling hadn't dissipated, and had even intensified.
Xu Bianzhou's momentum involuntarily weakened a bit: "It's me, why, don't beat around the bush. I know you don't have enough money..."
"Money?" The man suddenly smiled, his tone surprisingly sympathetic. "No, sir, don't even mention a hundred times the price you mentioned. We can afford a thousand times or even ten thousand times the price you mentioned."
"I just pity you."
Xu Bianzhou laughed out loud in anger, questioning incredulously: "Pity? Damn it, why do I need your pity? I have a successful career and a happy family. I am—"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Xu, let me ask again," the man had to interrupt him and asked, "Are you Xu Baijing's parent? Does Xu Baijing feel the same way?"
Xu Baijing: "What the hell do you mean..."
"You are truly sympathetic."
The man sighed and said, "In my opinion, you are just a human ATM."
It's the fully automatic kind.
"I'm a parent too, and I understand this very well, because my child is a hundred million times better than the social garbage in your family." Soran finally stopped talking and snapped his fingers. "If you don't believe me, why not try it now?"
The next second, the street light snapped and went offline, plunging the entire block into darkness.
"What's going on? Is there a power outage?" The entertainment reporters were mentally strong and a little panicked, but there was no pushing or shoving.
But Xu Bianzhou is different.
He saw clearly that in the last second before the street light went out, two shadows were clearly reflected under Xu Baijing's feet.
"Ah! Ah! Dad, help me!!!" Xu Baijing must have recalled the experience not long ago. His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up. He cried desperately, "Dad!"
Xu Bianzhou's heart softened. Sure enough, Xu Baijing still relied on him. He took two steps towards Xu Baijing: "Don't be afraid, Dad will protect you."
Xu Baijing looked at him in shock: "Behind you..."
Xu Bianzhou felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly realized that his shoulders had become heavy. He turned around and saw the face of a stitched doll.
The doll was very strange, it was actually laughing, and while laughing it made sounds like a baby sobbing. Xu Bianzhou gritted his teeth and pulled, but the doll seemed to be stuck to his back and could not be pulled off.
Now Xu Bianzhou was a little scared, and the rest of the people around them disappeared without a trace!
Xu Bianzhou walked towards Xu Baijing: "Don't be afraid, Baijing, I..."
Unexpectedly, Xu Baijing screamed: "Monster, don't come over here! Don't come near me!!"
Xu Bianzhou was stunned for a moment, then said in disbelief, "Ridiculous."
Xu Bianzhou's car was parked not far away. Xu Baijing crawled into the car. Xu Bianzhou hurriedly followed, but the car door was locked in front of him.
"Xu Baijing, I'm your father!" Xu Bianzhou couldn't believe what he saw. Xu Baijing looked at him with only fear and hatred. "Are you going to leave me alone in this haunted place?"
Xu Baijing: "I'm sorry, Dad, I still
I'm young, and I really don't want to die... Since you're my dad, and you can't vent my anger, silence the media, or remove the trending searches for me, please just think about me one last time."
"I, I will go to pay my respects to you later. I will remember you all my life. Rest in peace."
After saying this, Xu Baijing stepped on the accelerator with trembling hands, and the car sped away like an arrow.
Xu Bianzhou stayed where he was, staring blankly at the car going away.
The doll that was originally stuck on the back had come loose at some point. Xu Bianzhou took a closer look and found that it was just an old electric doll with a speaker that could only repeat a monotonous audio.
Just a shabby doll was enough to make Xu Baijing completely abandon him.
Xu Bianzhou finally understood that being disappointed in someone only takes a moment.
At this moment, Xu Bianzhou didn't feel sad or angry, just tired. He threw the doll where it was, took two steps forward, and unknowingly returned to his original position.
The reporters had filmed enough footage and were leaving the scene in twos and threes. They were sure tomorrow morning's news would be exciting. The reporters still had some conscience. Xu Bianzhou appeared distraught. One paparazzi handed his assistant a pack of tissues, while another bought him two bottles of water and urged the assistant to comfort him.
Xu Baijing had never done things that even strangers would do. He only asked for money, resources, and desperately blamed Xu Bianzhou for everything he failed to do.
Xu Bianzhou suddenly wanted to laugh out loud.
The assistant was looking at him worriedly: "Mr. Xu, where did you go just now? Where is the young master?"
Xu Bianzhou didn't want to say more.
The assistant said, "As for the media matter, should we continue to raise the price, or..."
Xu Bianzhou closed his eyes and waved his hand wearily:
"No, let them be."
"From now on, don't call Xu Baijing Young Master anymore."
The other side.
The Maybach drove smoothly. Wen Xingze sat in the passenger seat, looking down at WeChat:
The Suicidal Trio (3)
[I won't change my name until I'm 80 pounds: Xiao Wen, Zhu Bo and I have been picked up. Do you want me to pick you up on the way?]
Bobo: Holy shit, do you know whose car we're in now? Judging by the license plate and car model, it looks like Chi Yan's car!!!
[I see Xingze: It’s okay, I have someone to answer it.]
…
Wen Xingze put down his phone and looked at the person in the driver's seat.
Chi Yan's eyes were dark and indifferent, and he stared straight ahead, his face expressionless. It was past ten o'clock, and the entire city had fallen into a deep sleep. The dim light inside the car seemed to isolate a small parallel universe.
It started raining outside.
Chi Yan didn't look like he wanted to talk much, probably trying to avoid the questions Wen Xingze wanted to ask.
But Wen Xingze had some bad intentions when facing Chi Yan, so he still asked:
"Teacher Chi, did you come here specially to pick me up?"
Chi Yan paused and opened his mouth: "The road——"
Wen Xingze: "Passing by? What a coincidence."
Chi Yan remained calm and said, "The road is very flat. Let's try out the new car."
Wen Xingze: “…” It’s not impossible.
Wen Xingze felt that Chi Yan had tried very hard and he shouldn't make things difficult for him anymore.
Chi Yan gestured to Wen Xingze to open the storage box in front of him. Wen Xingze opened it and saw that it was full of various candies, chocolates and snacks, and they were all flavors that Wen Xingze liked very much.
This surprised Wen Xingze. He looked at Chi Yan: "?" What is this?
Chi Yan said succinctly: "I have children at home."
"Oh," Wen Xingze peeled off the lollipop, said with a sound of "oh," and said, "child."
They should be nephews and nieces or something like that. Chi Yan doesn't look like someone who would get married in secret.
However, Wen Xingze originally thought it was prepared for him.
"You may think so." Chi Yan didn't look at Wen Xingze.
Wen Xingze: "...Teacher Chi, please stop reading my mind for now. Thank you. I surrender."
Chi Yan really stopped talking, his face turned sideways, and the corners of his eyes curved slightly.
He seems to be in a good mood, Wen Xingze thought.
The film and television city was small, and the drive from the tourist area to the hotel took only ten minutes. Because it started to rain outside, Chi Yan held an umbrella and walked Wen Xingze under the eaves.
It was very late at night, and there was only a dozing doorman in front of the hotel entrance.
After Wen Xingze said goodbye to Chi Yan, he suddenly had a question and turned to ask Chi Yan: "Are you going to sleep as soon as you get home?"
This was indeed a strange question. Wen Xingze thought Chi Yan would just give a random answer.
But Chi Yan glanced down at him, then suddenly reached out and touched Wen Xingze's head, saying, "I'm not like some kids."
Wen Xingze felt that Chi Yan's gesture of touching his head was really like petting a cat or teasing a dog, and he suspected that Chi Yan was hinting at him.
But Chi Yan's expression was so dull and serious that even when he was joking, it sounded like a class teacher explaining math problems.
Wen Xingze protested, holding a lollipop in his mouth: "Woo-woo-woo-squeak-squeak."
"..." Chi Yan was silent for a moment, then reached out and took the lollipop out of Wen Xingze's mouth. "What did you say?"
Wen Xingze repeated, "I'm twenty-four years old. Please don't slander me."
Wen Xingze rarely saw Chi Yan with such rich expressions outside the play.
The corners of his lips were flat, but his eyes were clearly smiling, and he no longer hid his smile when he smiled at Wen Xingze.
Chi Yan said, "Really? I thought he was four years old."
"Stop laughing, or I'll get angry." After saying this, Wen Xingze lowered his head and bit the lollipop from Chi Yan's hand with a whine, mumbling, "Good night, Teacher Chi."
Wen Xingze put one hand into his pocket and walked away.
He took two steps and turned back, closing one eye and making a shooting gesture at Chi Yan, probably threatening him not to laugh. However, it did remind Chi Yan of the neighbor kid who bought a toy gun for the first time.
But it must be admitted.
Even if Wen Xingze was holding an inflatable toy gun with the shell filled with rainbow candies, he could still accurately snipe Chi Yan.
Chi Yan didn't turn around until Wen Xingze's figure completely disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
The children's pranks are over, but the adults' war has just begun.
But children don't need to know this.
The secretary and driver had already arrived and bowed slightly to Chi Yan. Chi Yan nodded indifferently and sat in the back seat, and the driver stepped on the accelerator.
In two or three minutes, the clock will point to half past ten.
At this moment, Chi Yan's phone rang. He pressed it casually and answered the call perfunctorily: "Hello."
Xu Baijing has two adoptive fathers in the country at this time, one is Xu Bianzhou, and the other is Xu Yan, the one who is talking to Chi Yan at this time.
Every time Xu Baijing encountered something, these two would always be at the forefront, but today Xu Bianzhou was silent.
The remaining one is of course Xu Yan.
"Mr. Chi, I don't remember when I ever offended you or the Chi family," Xu Yan gritted his teeth and said, "We all run our own businesses. I just wanted to help my child vent his anger. Why would you do this for an insignificant 18th-tier celebrity..."
Chi Yan was not willing to waste words on insignificant people.
Xu Yan is just the opposite. He has a bad temper and talks a lot.
Chi Yan initially turned on the hands-free mode and listened attentively. Later, he was too lazy to even listen, so he pressed the mute button and opened a magazine to read a few pages.
When he felt Xu Yan had finished speaking, he turned off the mute function again. Chi Yan did not respond to any of Xu Yan's questions. He looked at his watch and said only one sentence:
"The US stock market opens at 10:30, you might want to go and take a look."
The phone was hung up.
This day was just the beginning. For the next three months, Xu Yan was worried about something and could no longer care about Xu Baijing's affairs.
At 10:30 that evening, the U.S. stock market opened. Xu Yan's major profitable listed companies saw their stock prices plummet.
It was as if someone was manipulating the company, or as if the company had offended someone it shouldn't have offended. All the scandals that the company had covered up were exposed overnight, and the shareholders absconded with the money.
It's just a little bit away from entering the bankruptcy liquidation process.
Wen Xingze saw the news in the morning paper the next day and sighed about the unpredictable nature of life. He could never have guessed that this matter was related to him.
That night, "Cub Training Plan".
"Congratulations to all the parents! The level of criticism towards the original novel has reached 20%, and the internal testing phase has been successfully completed! Starting tomorrow, the 'Cub Raising Plan' will enter public testing, with 10,000 new player slots and 10 million live stream viewing slots."
"Congratulations, parents! The side quest has been successfully completed! The Light Tower Universe Express System is officially open!"
"In order to smoothly operate the Space Express and game public beta, the system will undergo a twelve-hour upgrade. The public beta version, including the express delivery system, will officially launch at 9:00 AM tomorrow. The rules are now announced as follows."
【Light Tower Universe Express System】
System Description: Are you heartbroken because you can't actually touch your child? Do you want to personally change your child's life? Do you want to give your child little surprises in their daily lives? Guangta Universe Express will fulfill all your dreams!
System fee: Basic price is 100,000 star coins per time, and the fee will be increased according to the specific situation
System rules:
1. Living objects cannot be mailed.
2. Items that may endanger the stability of the parallel universe (including but not limited to particle cannons, heavy nuclear weapons, spacecraft, etc.) cannot be mailed.
3. Only one item can be mailed per week, and the mailing period is from 9:00 to 21:00 every Monday.
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