Fang Shan couldn't help but curl his lips as he imagined his host's life after he lost everything. Then, realizing he was being too happy, he quickly curled his lips and turned his expression into one of disdain.
"Even if you have nothing, I will still devote myself to you and accompany you to make a comeback."
Wei Sushen saw through his scheme and spoke Fang Shan's mind: "Everything is just to slap someone in the face."
Fang Shan smiled and waved his hands: "How could I be such a superficial person."
Although he said that, he was already imagining in his heart that the host had nothing, and he said with a stubborn face that things would change over time.
Wei Sushen stared at him motionlessly without saying a word. His gaze was quite penetrating, as if he could see through people's souls.
After staring at each other for three seconds, Fang Shan looked away first and said frankly, "Okay, I am."
Wei Sushen then withdrew his gaze from him and said, "The worst way is to use some other means to attract customers to buy tickets."
Fang Shan frowned: "You mean..."
"You can draw prizes with your admission tickets, give away gifts through on-site interactions, and more."
Fang Shan was not surprised at all. As a business manager, Wei Sushen always behaved like a businessman most of the time.
"That's one way to do it," Fang Shan said. "But I think we can add some other content."
When Wei Sushen looked over, Fang Shan slowly uttered two words: "Gossip."
In the long life of cheating and being cheated, they had already known each other for a long time. Wei Sushen pressed his eyebrows in advance, preparing for the headache in a while.
Fang Shan: "Host, you've already stepped foot into the entertainment industry. You don't have much talent in speaking to focus on, but people will probably soon notice your love life."
Wei Sushen rubbed his brows and looked at Fang Shan with a complicated expression: "Sure enough, you didn't disappoint me."
At the end of the day, he would have three or four headaches at least, and countless at most.
Fang Shan was unfazed and calmly suggested, "Instead of letting those who are interested in this exaggerate the situation, why don't we take advantage of it ourselves and bribe a few reporters to spread rumors... A real-life version of the wealthy prince and System Su, I don't believe they won't be interested."
Wei Sushen tried to speak several times, but couldn't find a chance to interrupt. Fang Shan said enthusiastically, "The more outrageous the plot, the better. The biggest selling point will be that you and I will be performing on the same stage."
Not hearing a positive response immediately, he continued to persuade: "This plan is perfect, what's there to be dissatisfied with?"
Wei Sushen said calmly: "...I want face."
Fang Shan shook his head slightly: "How much is face worth? We should keep a normal mind."
Seeing the host's lips pursed tightly, Fang Shan spoke from his business side, "It will come out sooner or later. The only difference is whether it's revealed by us or by some bloggers who wantonly exaggerate and expand it to gain popularity."
Thinking from a different perspective, Wei Sushen accepted it much more calmly.
"There's no need to feel forced." Fang Shan smiled. "The host isn't someone who values his reputation, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten along with me in the first place."
Wei Sushen rubbed his eyebrows and pressed his Taiyang acupoints with both hands, which slightly relieved his headache.
In terms of psychological quality, Wei Sushen will always be inferior to Fang Shan. It's not that his psychological quality is not strong enough, but he will never be able to do what Fang Shan did, to seek his own death to the extreme and still find his own position calmly.
As if sensing his emotional fluctuations, Fang Shan looked up and said seriously, "Self-awareness is the ladder of human progress."
Wei Sushen's fingers never left his solar plexus, and the headache that had just gotten better started again... This ability to fool people with just his mouth is unique.
It is very important to find an entertainment reporter who can spread the news and will not bite back.
Wei Sushen asked Zhao Shi to introduce a reporter to him. Zhao Shi himself was in the entertainment industry and had many relevant connections. The person he introduced was a relatively reliable person.
The agreed place was a coffee shop in a remote location.
Yes, another coffee shop.
Fang Shan couldn't remember how many times Wei Sushen had chosen a coffee shop as the venue for his discussions. The aroma of coffee that greeted him as he pushed the door open made him frown. He couldn't help but complain, "Have bars become extinct in this world?"
Even going to a teahouse would be nice to try something new.
Wei Sushen noticed the system's troubled expression, and a sense of relief welled up in his heart. He could finally let this person experience the same feeling.
He had to admit that he had unknowingly fallen in love with the process of torturing each other.
The entertainment reporters arrived very early. When Wei Sushen and Fang Shan arrived, he had already ordered coffee and was waiting there.
Unlike the reporter that Tong Fangshan had in mind, the man was tall and strong, with a very sturdy build. No one would associate him with his current profession. He looked more like a fighter.
"Hello." He stood up and gestured, his voice was rough and loud.
Fang Shan hesitated after shaking hands and asked, "Your career development must have been quite difficult."
This profession is prone to attracting negative attention, and the man didn't seem friendly at all. As soon as he pointed his voice into the microphone, it sounded like he was looking for trouble.
"That's for sure," the man admitted. "How else can you say I'm reliable?"
Those who are doing well are all waiting at the doorsteps of celebrities, but he is the only one who has the free time.
The man sat down and said, "Let's get down to business. I have to follow an 18th-tier celebrity tonight, so I'm in a hurry."
Wei Sushen took out an envelope, and the man shook his head: "Mr. Zhao has already paid, just tell me to do it."
Fang Shan raised an eyebrow at Wei Sushen: "Mr. Zhao is quite capable of handling things."
Wei Sushen said straight to the point: "It's a rumor."
Having been an entertainment reporter for so many years, he has done a lot of unfounded rumors. The man immediately responded, "Whose rumor are you making up?"
Wei Sushen pointed at himself and then at Fang Shan.
The man was stunned.
Wei Sushen said calmly, "Just write that he and I love each other, and I'm joining the crosstalk industry to pursue my sweetheart, while my brother wants to take this opportunity to get promoted and fight for the inheritance of the company."
The man stiffly picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. After the bitter liquid went down his throat, he asked aloud, "How can such a rumor benefit you?"
Of course, it couldn't be said that it was for the purpose of selling tickets. Wei Sushen said calmly: "It stimulates the brain nerves and makes me happy."
“…”
Facing the man's suddenly wide eyes, Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the problem?"
The man gave a fake laugh. As a simple kid who grew up in a small town, he really had no idea that city people had such a trendy way of playing.
Professionalism overcame curiosity, and the man asked, "Even rumors have a limit. What's your bottom line?"
Wei Sushen: "It has to be melodramatic. The most important thing is that he mentioned that there will be a performance some time in the future and he and I will be on stage at the same time."
The man frowned. It was well known in the whole city that Wei Sushen was rich. If it wasn't for the ticket money, what was the point of deliberately mentioning this?
Fang Shan easily saw through his doubts and took the initiative to explain: "We want to create some unique memories, so that we can sit in a rocking chair and look back at them slowly when we are old."
After a long while, the man finally came out of his confusion and took a deep breath: "...Excuse me, you two are really a perfect match."
Fang Shan nodded: "You are not the first one to say that."
The man had no idea what to say except for a dry laugh. After coming up with an idea, he said, "It would be even better if we included a scene where the parents broke up the couple."
This kind of thing must be made clear before writing, after all, it involves the other party's parents.
Wei Sushen thought for a moment and said, "Just don't mention my mother."
The man was surprised: "Would your father mind?"
"Father and son are fighting together. Since my brother has a role in this melodramatic love story, I can't favor one over the other."
The moment he lowered his eyes, the man reflected deeply on whether he had lost touch with the times. The coffee had gone cold, and he didn't even know when the two men had left. When he looked up again, all he could see was the gradually darkening sky.
There are gradually more and more couples in the coffee shop. The man once thought that all love is romantic, but Wei Sushen taught himself a lesson: some love is essentially artificial!
The more you build, the more fun you have, and the more addictive it becomes.
Wei Ye, who had returned home early from work, had been sneezing non-stop since the afternoon. Jiang Meiling made him some medicine and frowned, saying, "I told you a long time ago, the temperature has been high in the mornings and evenings lately, so wear more clothes when you go out."
Wei Ye shook his head: "I have a feeling that your precious son is restless again."
Wei Ye used a little more force when placing the cup on the table, and did not finish his words under his wife's unfriendly gaze.
The little fat boy sneered, "Dad has been suspicious lately."
Just as he finished speaking, he sneezed three times in succession, which startled him so much that he jumped up from the sofa.
Aunt Zhang, who was serving some fruit, was surprised...it turned out that the second young master had such amazing jumping ability.
Jiang Meiling looked at her unruly son and sighed, "Why are you so startled?"
The little fat boy covered his chest and said, "Dad is right. My brother is going to do something bad again."
Since he was a child, whenever his heart beat faster, it was always bad news.
Jiang Meiling glared at them and said, "Behave yourself and stop having these random thoughts."
Little Fatty: "As brothers, we have a subtle telepathy."
Jiang Meiling sneered: "Mother and child are connected by heart, why don't I feel it?"
The little fat man curled his lips: "Maybe he didn't mean to hurt you."
Just feeling that what they said was getting more and more outrageous, Jiang Meiling pointed upstairs and told them to go read a book.
The little fat man had a look of regret on his face and turned around and went upstairs with heavy steps.
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Wei Sushen, who was being talked about by them, was now having a relatively comfortable dinner with Fang Shan in the hotel.
Fang Shan looked out the window and shook his head, "I'm tired of seeing the same scenery."
While saying this, he winked at Wei Sushen, suggesting that they were father and son after all, and if he gave in, they might be able to move back and live there for a few days.
Wei Sushen said nothing and walked out of the room. After a while, he came back with the door card: "I asked the front desk to help change the room. There are still many empty rooms on this floor. If you feel that the scenery in one place is too boring, we can change the room every day."
“…”
Fang Shan swallowed the last bite of food, quietly packed his luggage and moved across the street.
The new guest room was very clean. Wei Sushen opened the curtains and looked down. "It faces the food court directly. If you are not satisfied, you can change it."
Fang Shan: "...You win."
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