A post-apocalyptic boss aspires to dominate the entertainment industry

Qin Jue and Jiang Qiuyue stayed in Liancheng for nearly a week.

Jiang Qiuyue submitted her resignation. Her workplace wanted to keep her, but when a female employee resigns on the grounds of "accompanying her son to study abroad," she often doesn't get much resistance because it's so common and everyone subconsciously feels that this is the case. It was very reasonable, and I was given a generous understanding without being too embarrassed.

Their apartment is listed for rent on the real estate app, and Qin Jue handles household registration related matters. Jiang Qiuyue is especially easy to be persuaded at certain moments, as long as you follow her logic - "Don't men just have to deal with these big things?" Did you come forward? Let me handle these official matters, otherwise my son will look like a coward who can only be raised by his own mother. "

Qin Jue wore a mask of hypocrisy and felt that his acting skills had invisibly improved to a higher level.

Jiang Qiuyue secretly called the doctor at home to confirm that hormone medicine could be sent abroad. She pretended not to hear it and hid it very well.

It was very hard to restrain the murderous intention, and I used the remaining soul strength to inject it back and forth twice.

Speaking of which, Qin Jue didn't completely lie. He did get an admission notice from the United States when he applied for high school. With the help of Mori Ran, the visa went smoothly.

Jiang Qiuyue had tutored in simple English after work and could only communicate in the most basic daily manners. After the two arrived in the United States, Qin Jue clearly felt that Jiang Qiuyue beside her was getting nervous. She looked back and saw that the thin and small Jiang Qiuyue was standing next to her. She was at a loss in the moving crowd of foreigners. Every time a tall person passed by, she would subconsciously take a step away, timid and panicked.

"Hey, son, come on, Mom will hold it for you."

When Jiang Qiuyue saw Qin Jue pushing the suitcase back, her expression immediately became relieved, and she rushed forward to take the lever from her hand.

Qin Jue looked at her: "Mom, are you nervous?"

"Oh, why is mom so nervous?" Jiang Qiuyue glared at her, "My son comes to study in a big city like New York, how could mom lose your status?"

...Qin Jue sighed softly and smiled: "Yeah."

"It's okay." She led Jiang Qiuyue towards the exit, "I have made all arrangements. We can settle down in a few days at most."

"Okay." Jiang Qiuyue held her "son's" arm, her eyes full of peace of mind.

Qin Jue put her in the hotel, changed her clothes and went straight to the subway after she fell asleep.

The financial system of the United States is different from that of Long Country. Qin Jue held a roll of cash and shuttled through various main subway lines with great purpose until he heard the familiar sound of a guitar in a certain subway station.

The man was in tatters, his brown hair was messy and piled up under his old cowboy hat, and the lower half of his face was covered with an unkempt beard. There was a rusty microphone stand in front of him, and he was playing and singing to himself while holding a guitar with a missing string. The sound of the speakers had a bad connection and made a sizzling electric sound that could be heard from a long distance away.

Qin Jue chuckled, stepped forward quickly, and squatted directly in front of him.

"Hey."

The man ignored her and closed his eyes, intoxicated by his own singing.

Qin Jue slapped him across the face.

Several people around him got on and off the subway without any surprise, and one of them waved to the police.

The man opened his eyes and asked her in American English mixed with a local accent: "What the hell do you want to do, you damn boy?"

“Noise can’t wake a musician up until reality slaps him in the face.”

Qin Jue stared at his cloudy eyes and laughed angrily.

"Oh, fu*k, this sentence is really genius!" The man made a rather exaggerated expression and immediately forgot about his anger just now, "Is this your original work? Brother, it sounds great!"

"It's your original creation." Qin gave him a middle finger as a sign of courtesy, "Come on Frandy, buy me a drink."

Frandy's expression became even more exaggerated: "You are really a mysterious and weird oriental thing." He gave a middle finger in return and suddenly laughed, "But I like it!"

Qin Jue rolled his eyes unabashedly.

After so many years of not seeing each other, this guy's brain is still as missing as his guitar.

She helped him put away the microphone stand and stereo, and Frandy carried his broken guitar on his back. The two of them turned into the dark and damp alley and soon disappeared.

…

"Wow, you mean I sang and jumped into zombies at the end of the world? That was so cool!"

In the private room of the bar, Frandy took off his hat, pulled off his wig and tore off his beard. Looking at this face alone, he still looked like a normal person.

"uh-huh."

Qin Jue took a sip of wine. It was much easier to communicate with the psycho. All he had to do was tell the truth. "Honestly, I wanted to save you at the time. After a second, I felt it was unnecessary."

"Of course!" Frandy covered his chest, "Death after the doomsday carnival! My dream!"

"I kind of know why you died then." Qin Jue chuckled, "Which subway were you lying on?"

Frandy suddenly calmed down from his excitement. He slumped on the back of his chair, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. He took two puffs before saying:

"It doesn't exist. It's been two hundred and forty-one times, and someone always stops me."

"Oh my God, you're not normal, I'm scared." Qin Jue sighed with emotion in his tone.

"I also feel like I'm extremely abnormal."

Frandy held a cigarette and crossed his legs. Without his wild hair and beard, he looked like the most common swinger boy.

"The most stupid thing in the world is to inherit the family business! Oh, God, why did that bad old man die in his lover's bed three years ago!"

"I'm not interested in the story about you and your dad." Qin Jue rejected his cigarette, took out a pocky and put it in his mouth, "Give me a house and two nannies who can speak Chinese."

"Oh, okay, where do you want it?" Frandy raised his hand and pulled down the world map on the wall, shaking his legs and spreading it on the small round wine table.

"As long as it's safe enough in the United States."

Qin Jue yawned, "I want to 'take care of' someone."

"It's so boring, so boring." Frandy shook his head crazily, "How could you do such a boring thing!"

Qin Jue chuckled again and raised his eyes: "Little madman, understand, I'm threatening you." Her tone suddenly rose, "The inheritance code of your family's industry is -"

"Hey! Shut up!!" Frandy jumped up and shook his fist viciously at the air in front of her, "I finally forgot!"

Qin Jue spread his hands.

As the saying goes, mental patients have broad minds. In the early days of the apocalypse, she and Frandy, a lunatic, had similar personalities. The three things they usually did were smoke, drink, and kill zombies. Until one day, Frandy rarely asked her to do something seriously, and then sang a song. Rushed towards the zombie wave.

He told her three complex passwords, and she asked her to never tell him the password if he was alive in the future.

...Otherwise, he, the second generation of the Mafia, would have to go back and inherit the family business.

"You can just forget it if you want. Why did you tell me?" Qin Jue said contemptuously at that time, "Treat me as a safe? What's wrong?"

"Oh, you don't understand, musicians need a switch!" Frandy said loudly, playing his guitar, "I'm going to realize my dream! After realizing it, the soul of my music will live here forever! My dear friend, I don't have it. All I have to give you are these garbage gifts that look like rat shit!”

The gift of love is a bargaining chip that can be used to threaten him one day after admitting marriage to him.

Qin Jue was speechless when he thought about this.

Forget it, this guy is obviously a psychopath, and it's quite hard to pretend to be a normal person for six hours a day and deal with the family business.

She is still kinder.

"If you want to blame it, blame yourself in the apocalypse." Qin Jue shrugged.

"It's such a pity, why my soul will come back." Frandy wrote a series of phone numbers on the paper and threw it to her, "I finally succeeded in committing suicide!"

"Who knows." Qin Jue flicked the piece of paper and whistled, "Maybe you are too crazy and the system doesn't even want you as a reserve food."

"Oh!" Frandy suddenly realized and laughed wildly, "Thank you for the compliment!"

He patted Qin Jue's shoulder hard: "Go and do your boring things! My friend! It is precisely because of the existence of people like you that I appear to be so great!"

Qin Jue smashed the pocky and chewed it.

"Thanks, little madman."

She crumpled the note into crumbs and scattered it on the table, then picked up her glass of cocktail, clinking it with Frandy's glass, and drank it down in one gulp.

"I'm happy to see you again."

"Go away, you're so boring!" Frandy raised his middle finger.

Qin Jue laughed, waved his hand and strode away.