Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

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

Jiang Qiuyue submitted her resignation letter, and the employer wanted to keep her, but when a female employee resigned on the grounds of "accompanying her son to study abroad", she often didn't get much obstruction, because it was so common that everyone subconsciously felt that this was a problem. It is very reasonable, and it also gives a generous understanding, without being too embarrassed.

Their apartment is listed for rent on the listing app, and Qin Jue handles matters related to the household registration. Jiang Qiuyue is particularly easy to be persuaded at certain moments, as long as you follow her logic - "A man is not just about these big things. Did you come forward? Let me do these official affairs, otherwise it will appear that my son is like a coward and can only be raised by his own mother. "

Qin Jue was wearing a fake mask and felt that his acting skills had invisibly improved to a new level.

Jiang Qiuyue secretly called the doctor at home to confirm that the hormone pills could also be sent abroad.

It was very hard to restrain the killing intent, and he used the remaining soul strength to charge back and forth twice.

Speaking of which, Qin Jue did not lie completely. He did get an admission letter from the United States when he applied for the school in high school, and with the assistance of Mori Ran, the visa went smoothly.

Jiang Qiuyue has studied simple English after work, and she only knows the most basic daily communication. After the two arrived in the United States, Qin Jue obviously felt that Jiang Qiuyue beside her was nervous. She looked back, and the thin and small Jiang Qiuyue was there. The floating foreign crowd was at a loss. Whenever a tall person passed by, she would subconsciously take a step away, timid and panicked.

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

When Jiang Qiuyue saw Qin Jue come back with the suitcase, her expression immediately became reassured, and she rushed up a few steps to pick up the lever in her hand.

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

"Aiya, why is mom nervous?" Jiang Qiuyue gave her an angry look, "My son came to study in a big city like New York, how could mom give you a break!"

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

"It's all right." She took Jiang Qiuyue to the exit, "I've arranged everything, and we can settle down in a few days at most."

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

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

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

The man was ragged all over, his brown hair under the old cowboy hat was piled up in a mess, and the lower half of his face was full of unfinished beards. There was a rusty wheat stand in front of him, and he was playing and singing while holding a guitar with a missing string. The sound connection was poor, and the sound of electric current could be heard from far away.

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

"Hey."

The man ignored her, closing his eyes and revelling in his singing.

Qin Jue slapped him in the face.

A few people around got on and off the subway, and one waved to the police.

The man opened his eyes and asked her in American English mixed with local accents: "What the **** are you doing, you **** boy?"

"The hustle and bustle couldn't wake the musician until reality slapped him."

Qin Jue stared at his cloudy eyes, and he laughed sullenly.

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

"It's your original creation." Qin Juei gave him a **** as a courtesy, "Come on, Frandy, invite me to a drink."

Frandy's expression was even more exaggerated: "You are such a mysterious and weird oriental thing." He returned a middle finger, and suddenly laughed, "But I like it!"

Qin Jue rolled his eyes unabashedly.

After not seeing him for many years, this guy's brain still lacks strings just like his guitar.

She helped him put away the mic stand and the stereo, while Frandy carried his broken guitar, and the two turned into the dark and damp alley together, and soon disappeared.

……

"Wow, you mean I jumped into the zombie pile singing at the end of the world? How cool!"

In the single room of the bar, Freddie took off his hat, tore off his wig and tore off his beard. Just looking at this face, he looked like a normal person.

"uh-huh."

Qin Jue took a sip of wine, and the communication with the neuropathy was much easier. Just tell the truth, "To be honest, I wanted to save you at the time. After a second, I didn't think it was necessary."

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

"I know why you died at that time." Qin Jue hehe, "Which subway track are you lying on?"

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

"It doesn't exist. It's been two hundred and forty times, and someone has always stopped me."

"God, you're not normal, I'm afraid." Qin Jue said with emotion without any waves.

"I also feel that I am very abnormal."

With his cigarette in his hand and Erlang's legs crossed, Frandy looked like the most common **** without his messy hair and beard.

"The most stupid thing in this 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 between you and your father." Qin Jue rejected his cigarette, took out a pocky and put it on his mouth, "Give me a house and two nanny who can speak Chinese."

"Oh, okay, where do you want it?" As soon as Frandy raised his hand, he pulled the world map off the wall, and spread his legs out on the small round wine table.

"In the United States, it's enough to be safe."

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

"It's so boring, so boring." Freddie shook his head frantically, "How can you do such a boring thing!"

Qin Jue smiled again and raised his eyes: "Little madman, figure it out, I'm threatening you." She raised her voice suddenly, "The password for your family's inheritance is—"

"Hey! Shut up!!" Frandy jumped up and waved his fist fiercely 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 was like a madman like Frandy. The three things she usually did were smoking, drinking, and slashing zombies. Until one day, Frandy asked her for one thing seriously, and then sang a song. Rush to the zombie tide.

He told her three complicated passwords. Please, if he is alive in the future, never tell him the password.

...otherwise, he, the second grandfather of the Mafia, would have to go back to inherit the family business.

"If you want to forget it, just forget it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ tell me why?" Qin Jue said contemptuously at that time, "Take me as a safe? What's wrong."

"Oh, you don't understand, musicians need a switch!" exclaimed Frandy, playing his guitar. "I'm going to make my dream come true! The soul of my music will live here forever! Dear friend, I don't have one. Things for you, only these **** gifts like rat shit!"

The gift of affection is a bargaining chip that will be used to threaten him after confessing to him one day.

Qin Jue remembered this and was speechless for a while.

Forget it, this guy is obviously a lunatic, and it's hard work to act as a normal person for six hours a day to handle the family business.

She is still kind.

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

"It's a pity, why does my soul come back." Frandy wrote a string of phone numbers on a piece of paper and threw it to her, "I finally succeeded in killing myself!"

"Who knows." Qin Jue flicked the small piece of paper and whistled, "Perhaps you are too crazy, and the system doesn't want you to be the food reserve."

"Oh!" Freddie suddenly realized and laughed wildly, "Thank you for your compliment!"

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

Qin Jue crunched the pocky and chewed it.

"Thank you, little lunatic."

She crumpled the note into crumbs and scattered it on the table, then picked up her glass of cocktail and slammed it with Frandy's glass, and drank it with a crisp sound.

"I'm very happy to see you again."

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

Qin Jue laughed, waved his hands and strode away.