Chapter 17 Breaking News You don’t have no friends, do you?
In fact, not only did Shen Xi'an face the termination of contracts from all the major endorsements, but even the producers of the films that had already been filmed came to hold him responsible. If he hadn't been sane, he would have wanted to pick up a knife and chop Shen Yuhe to death!
Damn it, people like this should be caught and eaten as peanuts.
"Xi'an, the company wants you to take a break from work for a while until the storm has died down. If public opinion is favorable to you, you still have a chance to make a comeback."
Chen Xi'an's eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he hadn't slept all night last night: "Even you are laughing at my joke?"
Sister Lin's face was expressionless. It wasn't that she didn't want to serve with a smile, but mainly because she had just walked in with a smile and was almost hit on the head by a teacup. Anyway, there wasn't much "master-servant fate" left. She had endured it so far, so she wouldn't miss this little bit. "I've already said this. If you hadn't been so anxious to reveal your identity, you wouldn't be in such a difficult situation now. The company can't do anything about it."
"Get out—get out!"
Sister Lin ran very fast, fearing that another teacup would fly towards her. Finally, she could find a new artist to lead. The director of the artist department heard that she was meticulous and had a good temper, so this time she was finally assigned a female artist.
Thankfully, after experiencing career lows, Sister Lin feels she can accept any kind of artist.
Even his agent had left, leaving only a rookie assistant who knew nothing. Shen Xi'an could only go home first and try to get his father through Sui Ya to help him settle the termination issues of these endorsements. In his opinion, this was completely an unprovoked disaster. If Shen Yuhe had not lost 300 million in gambling and posted nonsense pictures and words on WeChat Moments, this series of events would not have happened at all.
The instigator was the damn Shen Yuhe.
In fact, the person Shen Xi'an hates the most now is no longer Bian Ling, but Shen Yuhe.
If the incident of the real and fake young master had not happened, he would have definitely made the matter as big as possible, but the situation is different now. He is no longer the legitimate young master of the Shen family. Even if outsiders don't know, his father will definitely not be as attentive to him as before.
Thinking of this, Chen Xi'an felt even worse. If he had known this would happen, he would never have announced his identity so rashly. If he hadn't announced it, he would at least still be a rising star in the entertainment industry. Even if he couldn't get Director Li's role, he would still have other film offers.
"Mom, I really can't defend myself! No one on the internet wants to believe me now. I've even photoshopped my photos and made me into a meme. All my work has been suspended, and they're even asking me to pay liquidated damages. How could this happen?"
Sui Ya also felt sorry for her youngest son's experience. In fact, she had just called to scold Shen Yuhe when she heard the news, but Shen Yuhe was a piece of asshole. He didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt for dragging others into the water. He even seemed a little gloating.
Sui Ya wanted to ask the old man to mediate and clear Xi'an's name, but she knew he didn't care much for a fake grandson, and would probably be unwilling to help. As for her husband, since this matter concerned the fate of the old man's remaining shares, he probably wouldn't intervene on Xi'an's behalf.
At most, I could help pay back the termination fee that Xi'an was unable to repay, but nothing more.
"Mom knows you've been wronged. We'll slowly seek justice for what happened later, okay?" Sui Ya coaxed softly. "Working in the entertainment industry isn't very dignified to begin with, and I feel bad for you filming day and night. If you're truly unhappy, I'll accompany you to study at a music conservatory abroad for two years. Then you can debut abroad. The environment abroad is more relaxed, and I'm sure they won't care about such groundless rumors."
It's not that easy to get by abroad. Many movie stars have gone abroad and returned home in disgrace! Shen Xi'an is not stupid. Going abroad is not as comfortable as being at home. What he wants is flowers and applause, not hard work and endless sweat.
No, he can't just let it go. Since Shen Yuhe dared to do it on the first day, don't blame him for doing it on the fifteenth!
While Chen Xi'an was racking his brains to get his family to negotiate with the company on his behalf, Professor Bian finally woke up.
[It’s good to be young, I can sleep until the afternoon! Host, are you not going to work today? ]
"It's raining today and I'm in a bad mood, so I'm not going out." Bian Ling ordered room service and soon had his first meal of the day. "You seem to be in a good mood?" Otherwise, it would have started chattering in his ear like an AI alarm clock.
[Hey, host, you're amazing! Chen Xi'an is probably going to say goodbye to the entertainment industry!]
"There is such a thing? I did it?" How could he not remember that there was such a thing?
[It's just a matter of three hundred million. Seeing the truth, Shen Yuhe simply dragged Chen Xi'an into the water. It's like the evildoers will be punished by their own evildoers. You may not know that in the entertainment industry, people are not allowed to get involved in pornography, gambling, and drugs. Once the matter is exposed, no one will dare to use him.]
“…”
His career is completely shut down now, and the money he earns probably isn't enough to cover the damages. He wasn't even the lead actor in the recently completed drama, and the production company is asking him for compensation. They'll probably have to replace him for reshoots later.
Bian Ling didn't care about any of this: "Oh, then let's thank Shen Yuhe."
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After dinner, Bian Ling, who didn't go to work, decided to continue sleeping. However, before he fell asleep, he was awakened by a series of consecutive calls.
"Still working? Come out and have some fun! I'll take you to the most fun place in Jing City!"
"Xie, if this doesn't make you fun, I'll kill you!"
Professor Bian, with a murderous look on his face, was dragged from the hotel to a shooting club in the suburbs. Although carrying a gun is illegal in China, it is legal if it is a club like this. Of course, most people come here for entertainment rather than practical purposes.
"That's it?" Hadn't they killed enough zombies in the apocalypse? Bian Ling laughed out loud, "You'd better go back and write a suicide note. Tomorrow I'll have President Wen bury you."
"Don't be like this. Don't know how to play? I'll teach you." Being a lawyer is really too stressful. He had just been tortured by an idiot client and almost had to use the criminal law. In the end, he at least remembered his professional ethics and could only go to the club to vent.
It was just that his former playmate Wen Xun was in the hospital, so Xie Yanwen suddenly had an idea and pulled Bian Ling over.
"Teach? Sure, I'll teach you how to behave!"
In the end times, as an ordinary person without special powers, guns are a life skill learned even earlier than driving. Bian Ling held a gun at the age of nine, and now he can basically hit the target with his eyes closed. If his body was not too weak, he could try out any gun with strong recoil.
After one round, Xie Yanwen no longer had any temper.
"Have you practiced?"
"It's not enough to just have hands."
...You call this just having the right skills? You're a sharpshooter who never misses a shot, are all geniuses so unreasonable? Xie Yanwen really didn't believe it, and then he was beaten to a pulp at the club.
"No, no, I really won't come this time. I give in! I can call you godfather, okay? You can pick whatever loot you want. How about the sports car at the door?"
Bian Ling said with a bit of disdain: "I don't want a used car that someone else has driven."
"Then I'll have someone pick one out for you?"
[No, the original owner doesn't have a driver's license! Don't drive without a license!]
The original owner, Bian Ling, was barely able to make ends meet, so where would he get the spare money to learn how to drive? Of course, he couldn't have a driver's license. As for Professor Bian, although he could drive, his driving style wasn't really suitable for city driving. After all, he used to drive on a zombie's head.
"No, keep it for yourself."
It’s not that he doesn’t want to drive, Professor Bian is just afraid that he will habitually run over obstacles. The obstacles here refer to anything that blocks the car, of course, including the car in front.
Xie Yanwen came over and said, "You don't have a driver's license, do you? Then go get one. It's not that difficult for you."
"I'm not interested." Bian Ling had already changed back into his own clothes. "Why are you so attentive? What do you want from me?"
"Do I have to have something to ask you?" Xie Yanwen took a bottle of ice water and drank it all in one gulp, then slumped on the sofa like a boneless person. "Bian Ling, you don't have no friends, do you?"
Professor Bian smiled coldly: "You'd better sleep with your eyes open tonight!"
"No, can't I take it back?" This kid is obviously ten years younger than him, how can he have such a strong aura? He must have been an emperor in his previous life. "Actually, President Wen was worried that you would be bored alone, so he asked me to take care of you. Don't be fooled by his appearance that he is a domineering CEO. In fact, he is a complete motherly womanizer at heart. All his nephews and nieces are under his control."
"Oh, the kindergarten principal." Professor Bian applauded expressionlessly, "Then he is very caring."
Haha, Old Wen, I seem to have done you a disservice, Xie Yanwen thought without a trace of guilt, and then he couldn't help but be curious: "You geniuses, are you really that fast at learning anything?"
"Oh, of course not. For example, I can't learn to make friends."
...This guy really holds a grudge. He just casually said, "My bad, my bad. I'll treat you to some amazing private dishes. I guarantee you'll want to come back again."
The private dishes recommended by Xie Yanwen were indeed delicious. The system even sighed with satisfaction that the host finally had his first healthy meal after traveling across time. Thank God, it was finally not fried chicken with cola or fried skewers with milk tea.
"If you continue like this, I will go on a hunger strike tomorrow. Fasting is absolutely healthy."
[No, no, no, please feel free to do as you please! ]
Professor Bian can only be appeased, no matter who comes.
"Hey, it rained so heavily this morning, but now it's sunny again. It's already past six o'clock and the sky is still so bright. Are you going back to the hotel later? You really don't want to live next to Old Wen. His treatment is almost over and he will be discharged soon." Otherwise, he would not be in the mood to go out and play.
"Don't think about it, he's annoying."
Xie Yanwen thought that it was not that he was not working hard. It was obvious that this person was only interested in social life and nothing else. He sent the person downstairs to the hotel and was about to unlock the car door when he received a call from Lao Wen's assistant.
By the time he finished the call, his expression had changed.
"Bianling, someone in Ningda is about to jump off the building."
Bian Ling said "oh" casually as if he had heard something trivial, still holding his chin and looking at the people outside the window: "Is it related to me?"
"It's not a big deal. The person who jumped off the building was a doctoral student at Ningbo University. He had already delayed his graduation for three years and probably won't be able to graduate in his lifetime."
"That doesn't sound very smart."
"He originally enrolled in an academic doctorate program, but four years into his studies, he was suddenly told he was instead pursuing a research-funded doctorate. His advisor demanded he pay 600,000 yuan in training fees in order to graduate. His family is only slightly better off than yours, so he can't even come up with 60,000 yuan, let alone 60,000."
Bian Ling's spicy comment: "A person whose glasses cost 200,000 yuan has no right to judge the poor."
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