Rebirth Turn of the Century

Zhao Song flaunted his wealth again.

There are still many official accounts for showing off. He does not have a certified self-media account. Perhaps only Zhao Song himself knows whether these acts of showing off his wealth are active or passive.

What dazzles this time is the tallest building for planting flowers.

Now, when others show off beautiful internet celebrities, he shows off beauties and rich wives; when others show off luxury houses, he shows off skyscrapers; when others show off luxury cars, he shows off luxury car manufacturers...

Also, as more and more self-media accounts started to tease him, many people knew that behind Zhao Song, there was a Zhao Property Group.

Most of its assets are coveted assets such as bottom business properties.

Recently, there are many wealthy people in second-tier cities and above who have just acquired school district houses, which also attracted a huge amount of traffic, because the previous owner of these popular school district houses has been exposed——Zhao Song.

Netizens are numb.

Including Lin Chen.

It's a nice name. At first glance, one might think it's the protagonist of a novel.

He really is a protagonist.

It was just a protagonist ten years ago—ten years ago, he was the protagonist of that large-scale sociological experiment chosen by Professor Lin!

Three days of rebirth, 5 million prizes!

…………

Beijing, outside the Southeast Fourth Ring Road, east of Huahua Road, Fatou Community, in a certain rental house.

Lin Chen was scrolling through the short video.

The beauties are singing, the beauties are dancing, the beauties are showing their buttocks, and the beauties are being funny.

Lin Chen even wondered if he would be able to last for a month if the time of winning the lottery was delayed until now. Perhaps in less than a month, he would be able to spend all the money.

Rewarding female anchors to achieve some unspeakable purpose.

Then, he swiped to Zhao Song.

Zhao Song put his arms around the rich and beautiful wife, and he put his arms around her waist, trying to touch her buttocks.

Lin Chen swallowed and swiped quickly.

It was Zhao Song again.

This time it was a text video from an unscrupulous media, about another non-inheritance inheritor who received an order from Zhao Song and suspected that his sister was preparing a dowry.

What a luxurious pretense would that be?

Swallowing again, Lin Chen swiped quickly.

Or Zhao Song...

This time he was in Xiqing, Jinmen, next to the skyscraper, at the signing ceremony accompanied by countless officials.

In other words, the previous rumors have been confirmed. From then on, the building will belong to him. The price he pays is nothing more than taking on some discounted debts and building Faraday's second super factory there.

The rich are getting richer.

Those who have no money, like him, choose to lie flat, thanks to the short video, thanks to countless apps like short videos, they can make countless people forget the gap between classes and social injustice, and completely immerse themselves in the virtual world.

At least, they can reduce countless hidden dangers in the real society and provide more channels for venting.

The saliva was already dry, Lin Chen pursed his lips and stroked expressionlessly.

It's Zhao Song again...

Lin Chen stopped and stared at the person on the screen.

He knows him.

Because he knew the identity of Professor Lin. In addition to being a doctoral supervisor of the medical school and a senior director of JFJ General Hospital, Professor Lin also served as the independent director of Tesla and the head of a mysterious research institute under Zhao Song.

He had been there before, and wanted to be a guinea pig to make money, but on the way back from signing the contract, he found out that he had won a big prize...

So far, Lin Chen doesn't know the fact that he was hypnotized.

He is a reborn, no one told, although only three days.

Even if the money is finished, he still firmly believes that he is the protagonist!

"Little bones, go to the old place, add ten bottles of Yanjing to the skewers, and add some spicy fried snails, medium spicy."

"OK."

Xiaogu is Lin Chen's former colleague in the massage parlor for the blind. Like him, he is a healthy person, but in order to deal with customers, he can only pretend to be a visually impaired patient, so his eyes are a bit slanted.

After Lin Chen won the lottery, he saw that he was honest and hard-working, so he let him be his own helper, and asked Xiaogu to help him with some chores after work.

He is very grateful for his decision at the beginning, you know, now his weight has grown towards three hundred catties, without small bones, God knows how he will drag his obese body to which of his favorite roadside barbecue restaurants—— —The shop owner with personality has refused to log in to the food delivery platform so far.

After explaining the dinner, Lin Chen, who was paralyzed on the sofa, picked up the phone again, opened the short video, and browsed the watch list. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he clicked quickly.

"Everyone, I'm still singing today."

A pleasant female voice came from the phone, making Lin Chen feel numb all over.

"Netizens who like to listen, remember to snack~"

"If you support me, you don't need to tip, just come to my small bar, order a glass of wine, and listen to my live singing, that is the greatest gift."

"My name is……"

Lin Chen's circle is very narrow, not to mention that he is running out of money and has no capital to expand his circle.

Almost all of his life is confined to the community of Jingdong Fatou.

The beauties on the Internet have nothing to do with him, and the wealth on the Internet has nothing to do with him. He knows that the most profitable job is to rent out the old shabby house he bought ten years ago; He's about the same, and lives nearby...

"My name is Yu Bianbian!"

"I am very glad that many netizens came to listen to my singing offline today. Friends who are willing to be on camera, come to say hello to everyone..."

The camera shakes for a while, and countless heads of people of different shapes float by, and they are all men at first glance.

Heh, man.

Lin Chen sneered.

Then, he froze...

"Fuck~"

Who is that!

"Boom~"

The studio exploded.

Countless rockets soared into the sky.

The administrator who came to view the abnormality immediately pinned the live broadcast to the top.

Then, this live broadcast room with a generally beautiful female anchor who is over 30 years old quickly climbed to the top!

Lin Chen gritted his teeth and muttered unwillingly:

"Zhao Song~ Why are you everywhere!"

…………

Fatou, a tavern.

Simple decoration, not simple atmosphere.

Fortunately, those who can come to the tavern to drink, all claim to be a quality crowd, and there is no commotion.

Everyone quickly returned to their seats, drank wine, and looked at the female anchor and the man at the bar.

"Yu Bianbian~"

Zhao Song looked at the bowed female anchor with a half-smile.

He still has an impression of the Tesla banquet ten years ago, which was an important event for him to shape the employee culture for Tesla.

At the banquet, there were two uninvited guests, one was Xiang Xiaobawang, who had seen the world, and the other was Yu Bianbian, who was an intern at Tesla and was in charge of receiving Xiaobawang!

"Real name?"

Although through the investigation, this woman had a heart-wrenching and distressing experience in the past ten years, but Zhao Song did not let her go.

"In Tesla's personnel file, there is no such name at all!"

Yu Bian raised his head, his eyes flickered, and the flickering was a kind of performance that had experienced all kinds of complexities in the world. If an honest man saw that look, he would be sorry for this woman's performance if he wasn't a pan-chaser.

But Zhao Song knew that she was not performing.

The banquet ten years ago made her make a wrong choice in her life, and that choice kept her life going downhill.

"I see you are busy."

Yu Bianbian did not answer Zhao Song's question, but greeted him as if meeting an old friend.

Zhao Song knew that she was referring to the signing of Jinmen in the short video, shook his head, and said with a smile:

"I'm done with my work. Now I talk more, and because of face concerns, I attend some receptions. The work is more done by my subordinates."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Song thought for a while, stared at the woman and said, "The banquet is a very high-end banquet. If you are still interested, I will take you there this time."

Yu smiled, bitterly, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and shook his head:

"Boss, you haven't changed yet."

Ten years ago, he was her boss, and she saw what he did to protect his employees. However, she saw the other side.

Zhao Song: "What about you? Have you changed?"

Yu remained silent.

Sighing, he glanced at the mobile phone that was still broadcasting live. Zhao Song took the guitar from Yu Bianbian, who was bowing his head, and then straightened the mobile phone. The whole person appeared in the live broadcast room.

"Everyone, I will bring you a song next. If you like Sanlian, double-click 666~"

"This song is for the audience, you in front of the screen, and...

A woman named Yu Bianbian! "

The phone screen was already unreadable, and the special effects on the full screen made this non-flagship machine freeze. Zhao Song had no choice but to give up the plan to reply, cleared his throat, and swipe the guitar:

"Your face with a little bit of decadence

Thin lips contain a thousand lies

…………

where to go with heavy makeup

your pale eyes

Looking back inadvertently but at a loss, it turned out to be the familiar neon lights

I can't find your first tears in the sobbing alleyway

Just put the soul into an empty pocket and go to another stranger

Your slightly decadent face

………”

"A piece of "Fallen Angel" is for you, for you in the past, and for you in the future!"

At the end of the live broadcast and the end of the song, Zhao Song and Yu were alone together.

He looked at the woman seriously, with an unprecedented seriousness on his face:

"If you want to make a change and change your future, just do one thing for me."

Yu Bianbian nodded vigorously: "Say it."

"In the capital, outside the southeast Fourth Ring Road, east of Huahua Road, I have been here ten years ago!"

Yu Bianbian: "..."

Another bad memory.

"I was on a whim and wanted to do a 'special pedicure', but I met you!"

Yu nodded his head.

"Ten years later, I had another whim and wanted to drink 'middle-aged man's wine', but I met you again!"

Middle-aged men drink alcohol, is it alcohol?

Yu Bian didn't understand, but nodded again.

"So I think..." Zhao Song stared at Yu Bianbian seriously, "You must have something to do with this matter!"

"What's up?"

"What can't be said," Zhao Song said, shaking his hand, "You just need to help me find something, no, to be precise, find someone, someone whose behavior is abnormal from usual!"

"He may suddenly become rich, suddenly become smart, or act differently, as long as you know him, you must pay more attention."

Yu Bianbian seemed to understand something, and stared at Zhao Song with wide eyes:

"Like when you just started college?"

"Yes!" Zhao Song admitted generously, "Just like when I just entered college, from an ordinary high school student to the story of the world's richest man suddenly!"

"Me? By my side?" Yu Bianbian suddenly trembled. If someone else were talking about this matter, she would definitely take it as a joke, but it was Zhao Song who was talking about it...

"Is there anyone like you?"

"Maybe~"

Throwing his personal business card into Yu Bianbian's hand, surrounded by the sudden appearance of security guards, he left unsteadily.

"It's here, I can feel it, but it's been ten years, why hasn't it moved?"

"Yu Bianbian?"

"Oh, what a stage name!"

…………

Fatou, an old community.

Little Bones trotted all the way carrying food bags and beer crates.

Little Bones is not small, he is nearly 30 years old, and he does not have the discriminatory nickname of Little Bones, he has another name.

It's just that after so many years, the person I took care of has just gotten used to it.

Opening the door, the person in front of her was Lin Chen, the person she took care of.

The reason why I took care of him was because of his sudden wealth ten years ago, plus the benefits of giving myself electricity from time to time, so I came all the way like this.

With squinting eyes, Little Bones quickly tidied up the tea table, put away the skewers of beer, opened the lid of the spicy escargot box, took out a few toothpicks and put them aside, and then started to eat and drink while swiping the phone with his 'master'.

"The rent will be collected in two days, little bone, remember to collect it, and tell those few whose contracts are due that the rent will increase by 200 next month. If you don't want to, just let it go."

"Yeah." Little Bones munched on the meat skewers, and nodded foolishly.

"Also~" Lin Chen took out his mobile phone, opened the live broadcast video and handed it to Xiao Gu, "Your side sister is going to get rich, if you see her tomorrow, ask her if she is free, and invite her in my name to try, Come home for dinner."

"Yeah!" Still nodding naively.

Lin Chen felt relieved about the little bones, raised his glass, and gulped down.

"Cough cough cough~"

"Ahem~"

A violent cough kept ringing.

At first, Lin Chen accidentally choked for a long time, until...

"Blood~"

Little Bones quickly helped Lin Chen into his arms, while picking up his mobile phone to dial 120.

That quick, swift and decisive movement was nothing like his usual silly appearance.

At this time, if Lin Chen, who was coughing up blood, looked up, he would definitely find...

Small bone, who usually squinted his eyes, no longer squinted his eyes.

Those resolute eyes, that sharp-edged face, how can they be so simple...

Little bones!

…………

There must be a cause and an effect!

For an effect, there must be a cause.

'It' will not survive alone. After leaving Zhao Song, there must be someone to take over the existence of 'it'.

but……

What confuses Zhao Song is: what kind of person is he who can fuck for ten years without making people feel abnormal? ? ?

he does not know.

But he found Yu Bianbian this night, and the fluctuations in her body that Zhao Song was familiar with made him feel that the answer would not be too far away.

Now, he has more important things to do.

On the Fourth Ring Road, in a speeding Audi.

Zhao Song took out his mobile phone and looked at an important text message.

"The exact news is that Washington will sanction... ZTE in the near future!"

Xiaoyu is getting married.