Chapter 5
When you give someone a rose, the fragrance lingers on your hand. Lu Zixi has never been so grateful for this sentence.
This apocalyptic survival system is truly amazing! Just based on its clear distinction between gratitude and resentment and its ability to repay kindness, no matter how long its name is, it won't be called the last!
Lu Zixi, deeply moved, followed Zhao Zhiping into the company's special car, avoided the sight of other people around him, turned on his mobile phone, and began to reply to messages.
【Melon-eating system】: It really exists!
[Eating Melon System]: Didn’t the White Moonlight System send me a red envelope before, called [First Love Face]? I used the red envelope, but it is only valid for three days. I still need the effect of [First Love Face] next Tuesday. What should I do?
[Apocalypse Survival System]: That's it? It's a small matter! Just wait!
[Apocalypse Survival System]: [Send Exclusive Red Envelope: First Love Temperament Tutorial]
【Eating Watermelon System】: What is this?
【Apocalypse Survival System】: It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. The temperament of first love can be cultivated. With this, your host will be able to control the "first love face" freely in the future.
【Eating Watermelon System】: So good?
[Apocalypse Survival System]: Well, actually... you know, this [First Love Face] isn't really my specialty after all. This tutorial was given to me by the White Moonlight System when I first joined the group. I don't know how long ago it's been around, it's just been gathering dust here... But don't worry! Tutorials don't have an expiration date, so this might just be... a bit of a "classic" version...
【Eating Watermelon System】: ...You might as well say that the version is older
[Apocalypse Survival System]: ...Oh, that won’t do. It would be so hurtful to say it directly, right?
Damn it, I just praised you for nothing, Lu Zixi thought indignantly.
[Apocalypse Survival System]: Don't worry, this version is a bit old, but that doesn't mean it's bad. It just has limitations—if your host has no previous romantic experience, it won't work. It works by replaying the user's first love, turning it into a first love complex, allowing the user to acquire the unique qualities inherent in it.
[Eating Watermelon System]: [Goodbye] Is there no other way?
Making him think about Yan Yunzhen over and over again, is he crazy?
[Apocalypse Survival System]: Hmm... For now, probably not, unless you go directly to the White Moonlight System... But listen to my advice, don't go, they're a profiteer, you'll be skinned alive...
[Eating Watermelon System]: ...Okay, thank you [tears]
[Apocalypse Survival System]: Work hard, and from now on, all the melons in the base are yours! We want the sweet ones! We want the seeds! We want to plant them!
【Apocalypse Survival System】: If nothing else, I'll log off! Let's keep in touch and help each other!
Lu Zixi replied with an OK while thinking about buying a few Nanhui 8424s and sending them over.
He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he didn't fill in the human resources system, energy and power system, or Windows system, iOS system, or Android system on a whim, otherwise he would be racking his brains to come up with nonsense now.
He opened the red envelope and flipped through a few pages of the tutorial, but couldn't figure out what he was doing. Just as he put away his phone and was about to close his eyes to rest, Zhao Zhiping, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, answered a call. His voice was so loud that he couldn't sleep at all: "Hey, hello, it's me... ah, yes, yes! You still remember our Wen Qi! Oh, we met today, what a coincidence... Okay, okay, it's okay, nothing can happen to him, you are the most important thing..."
Normally, Zhao Zhiping's attitude towards these young artists is not good at all. He speaks by yelling. One of them is full of energy, and the other one is arrogant. Lu Zixi thinks that he is even more powerful than his old man. Now, he is so fawning to the person on the other end of the phone that he is almost bowing and scraping. It makes people get goose bumps. Anyone can feel that something is wrong.
Gradually, almost everyone in the car, except the driver who was concentrating on driving, turned their eyes to Lu Zixi, making him feel even more uncomfortable.
Why are you looking at me? There’s nothing on my face!
"Turn right and go to Banshan Qinyuan." Zhao Zhiping hung up the phone and didn't even bother explaining to the young artists behind him. He simply changed his route and said, "I'm going to the dinner party."
At this time, the driver who was disturbed while driving looked at a loss and turned to look at Zhao Zhiping. Lu Zixi took a closer look and was immediately surprised.
He originally thought that this trip was equipped with a driver, so Zhao Zhiping could leisurely talk on the phone next to him. But now he saw that the face of this "driver" was quite familiar to him. It was clearly another young artist!
He asked his artists to be his drivers?
Are there any brokers like this?
If Lu Zixi was just a little dissatisfied with his tyranny and his mind full of unspoken rules before, he was really angry now.
It’s not that the profession of driver is inferior, but according to the contract, in this case, it should be the agent who takes care of all kinds of affairs of the artist outside, otherwise why would he be hired?
This is clearly a question of professional ethics!
Zhao Zhiping was still chattering at this moment: "You know, I brought you to the dinner because I think highly of you and I'm giving you face. They are all connections in the company. What's wrong with someone wanting to make a move on you? I just want to ask you what you have? You have nothing, and you still want to get into the entertainment industry? Where in the world can such a good thing happen?..."
As Lu Zixi listened, he gradually understood what he was saying.
This so-called "dinner party" is a place where unspoken rules are traded. Fresh newcomers are lined up in a row, waiting to be picked. A little benefit slipping through your fingers is enough to make these people living at the bottom of society feel grateful.
The original owner had once strongly protested and rejected Zhao Zhiping's arrangement, and he had to escape by force when the other party forced himself on him. He had a very difficult life for a long time, which even indirectly led to the original owner's death. Therefore, almost everyone looked at him, some with sympathy, some with worry, some with sarcasm, and some had become numb.
"Boss Liu from last time, Xiao Lu, do you still remember us?" Zhao Zhiping's eyes kept wandering around Lu Zixi. "You may have forgotten him, but he hasn't forgotten you!"
Lu Zixi felt a wave of nausea in his throat, unable to swallow or spit out anything. He could only give Zhao Zhiping a forced smile and evade the question, "Really?"
Reflecting on the original owner's memories, he knew Mr. Liu. He was in real estate, with investments in major film and television studios, so he had good connections within the industry and was even a passing acquaintance of the great actor Lu. But Lu Zixi had always looked down on him. He had a wife and children at home, yet he was still having affairs with both men and women, looking like a man of excessive indulgence. Perhaps due to his strict upbringing, in Lu Zixi's eyes, a man who couldn't control his desires was nothing more than an animal, and Mr. Liu was a true beast in human form.
But letting him go against Zhao Zhiping's wishes would not benefit him in any way, and it might even be harmful.
Because he is still making a living under Zhao Zhiping. As his agent, no matter how unqualified he is, Zhao Zhiping has the right to manage all his contracts. If this bastard tries to make things difficult for him, no matter how capable he is, he will be helpless.
But who is Lu Zixi? He is the son of Major General of the Navy. Although he cannot be called a son of a general, he has never suffered any grievances since he was a child. If anyone suffers grievances from him, he will definitely make that person suffer.
"Okay," Lu Zixi narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then I'll follow your arrangements."
He felt that if he could be given a mirror right now, he would definitely be able to see the devil's sharp horns growing on his head and a small arrow-like tail swinging behind him.
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Banshan Qinyuan is a resort-style luxury hotel located on a hillside far away in the suburbs. By the time the car drove there from the city center, it was already dark.
During this period, Zhao Zhiping asked several young artists to take turns driving the car, but did not bother Lu Zixi. This made him more certain that he was the highlight of the night. The person Zhao Zhiping mentioned as "encountered by chance" on the phone before should also refer to Mr. Liu who saw him.
Although he didn't know why that rubbish Liu Qingming was obsessed with the original owner, he dared to guarantee that after tonight, he would make Liu Qingming avoid him whenever he saw him.
The group got off the car at the hotel entrance. A waiter in neat uniform led them all the way to the door of the box. He gently told them to ring the bell if they needed anything, and then considerately closed the door for them.
As expected, Liu Qingming was sitting at the head of the round table, staring straight at Lu Zixi at the door with his tiny, squinting eyes. His gaze was as if it had a physical presence, and as soon as it touched Lu Zixi, he felt so disgusted that he almost wanted to jump up and slap the filth that had been forced onto his body.
"Go sit next to Mr. Liu!" Zhao Zhiping said anxiously, his voice very low, "You don't understand..."
"Shy, shy," Liu Qingming said with a smile, waving his hands, not caring at all, "Sit wherever you want, sit wherever you want."
Soon everyone at the table arrived. It seemed that they were all drinking buddies who were well versed in this. They appeared gentle and polite on the surface but were actually thieves and whores at heart. Lu Zixi felt disgusted by this and would rather pretend to be rude and play with his mobile phone.
However, he was not playing with a normal mobile phone, but a red envelope group of the quick-travel system.
Coincidentally, he hadn't used the other red envelope he'd given when he first joined the group—the [Secret Gaze] red envelope. After some research, he discovered that by long-pressing a red envelope, he could view its properties without opening it. The property of the [Secret Gaze] red envelope was that it could convey the host's wishes through eye contact.
Since this red envelope comes from the flirting system, its original function should be to seduce people with eyes and make them fall into it unknowingly, but the word "thing" is too broad. For example, it can be an emotion, a sentence, but it can also be a picture, a feeling.
For example, horror images and pain.
The doomsday survival system, which thought it had treated him unfairly, readily provided him with all of this. Lu Zixi decided to use these three red envelopes together, that is, to use eye contact to convey the horrific and bloody scenes, as well as the terrible pain.
I can’t kill him!
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During the banquet, people drank and chatted.
Lu Zixi had been refusing, but his status at the table was so low that he had no room for bargaining. In addition, the Lu family's military-style upbringing always taught him that if he couldn't drink happily, he was not a man. After drinking one glass after another, he felt a little dizzy.
He didn't expect that even if the soul is still the same soul, people's physiques are different. In the past, he ate peanuts and drank Erguotou with the old man in his second year of high school. Now Lu Zixi has no chance to exercise, it's really not okay!
At this moment, Lu Zixi's eyes were slightly red, as if he had been bullied severely and could not help but feel wronged. The eyes of the men at the table were gradually attracted to him, and their eyes gradually became greedy. It seemed that you could even hear the sound of them swallowing saliva.
Liu Qingming, the leader, smiled, but something was amiss in his heart. He'd initially taken a liking to this kid, simply because he was handsome, had never been with anyone before, and was clean. Even when he'd been completely unhappy, Liu Qingming had already mentally given him a thumbs-down. But he hadn't expected that in just two weeks, when he saw him again, he'd become a completely different person, his every smile and frown brimming with charm.
That kind of purity, that kind of youthfulness, is the favorite little dessert for a licentious person like him.
Holding the wine glass, he changed his position, slowly moved from behind the seat, and reached out to grab the white hands that were playing with the phone.
"What are you doing?" He stroked the back of Lu Zixi's smooth hand and asked ambiguously.
Lu Zixi blinked and actually smiled at him.
Before Liu Qingming could be surprised, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. The beauty turned into bones, the delicious food turned into a sea of corpses and blood, the walls of the beautifully decorated hotel were stained with blood, and the people sitting at the table all turned into expressionless zombies. He screamed in horror, and everyone actually pounced on him!
"Ghost! There's a ghost!" Liu Qingming was so frightened that he flipped the table over and collapsed to the ground, waving his hands and attacking the empty air. The other wealthy people sitting at the table were splashed with drinks, and the whole scene suddenly became chaotic. "Don't come over here! Get out! Get out now!"
"What have you done!" Zhao Zhiping yelled at Lu Zixi, "What's wrong with Mr. Liu?"
Lu Zixi hadn't expected Liu Qingming to react so strongly, and was startled. His acting made his panic and pity seem even more realistic: "Brother Zhao, I... I don't know!"
Zhao Zhiping thought about it. Liu Qingming's crazy look was obviously abnormal, and it was hard to associate him with Lu Zixi, who looked harmless. But he just couldn't understand why he was fine just now. What happened?
A group of people wanted to get closer but didn't dare to. Someone had already started calling 120.
Lu Zixi appeared flustered on the surface, but he was actually very calm inside. He quietly moved away and opened the last red envelope.
Then, Liu Qingming suffered a heavy blow to his crotch.
He rolled on the ground in pain. The crowd was so frightened that they ignored the man who was still going crazy and surrounded him again, asking in a flurry of questions: "Mr. Liu, what's wrong with you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Get out! Don't come over here! Get out! If you come any closer I'll hit you!" Liu Qingming's voice was hoarse and broken. He looked miserable, tears streaming down his face. He suddenly collapsed to the ground and started crying loudly, "Help..."
Everyone took the opportunity to surround him and wanted to hold him down, but Liu Qingming suddenly jumped up from the ground and smashed everything he could grab. In an instant, nearly half of the box, which had been so magnificent just now, was destroyed by him alone.
However, the instigator, Lu Zixi, was hiding behind the crowd the whole time, watching coldly from the side. Fortunately, everyone was busy with their own affairs and no one had the energy to care about a small person like him.
Perhaps because of his strict upbringing, Lu Zixi considered himself a person who could not tolerate any sand in his eyes. He had long wanted to deal with this kind of scum. These people who only knew how to live happily probably never thought that their selfish pursuit of pleasure would become the last straw that broke the camel's back.
If the original owner hadn't met an agent like Zhao Zhiping and hadn't lost all his resources by rejecting Liu Qingming, he might have been a bit foolish and made a lot of mistakes, but he wouldn't have been so desperate as to commit suicide. Lu Zixi wasn't capable enough right now to do anything for the original owner, but at least he could stop Liu Qingming from obscenely thinking about this body.
It's not even enough to deserve what you deserve.
Before the alcohol had completely taken over, Lu Zixi tried to reflect on his current situation. The red envelope had a limited lifespan. If Liu Qingming sobered up, he would probably blame him for his own misconduct. He had to take advantage of the chaos and leave immediately, maximizing the spread of fear and denying him any chance to resolve his feelings.
His head was getting more and more dizzy. Lu Zixi held onto the wall and stumbled a few steps out. He almost bumped into the door frame. After he finally managed to steady himself, he widened his eyes in disbelief.
He clearly saw 18-year-old Yan Yunzhen walking towards him with steady steps through the magnificent corridor.
Drunk?
Hallucination?
Lu Zixi shook his head hard to wake himself up, but almost fell on Yan Yunzhen.
I really drank too much...
"Lu...Wen Qi?" Yan Yunzhen frowned as he looked at the young man whose face was flushed from drinking. He couldn't help but feel mixed emotions and asked, "Why are you here?"
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