Zhao Yungang is a business tycoon and a circle that Song Chen has never come into contact with before. According to his previous imagination of these famous tycoons, it feels normal that he has some unwilling secrets to be known.

What's the secret? Blood on your hands? Is it harmful to people in business competition?

Or do you have any special hobbies, or have an illegitimate child or mistress outside?

After all, people who do big things must be more ruthless and harder than ordinary people.

He felt an excitement of seeing the inner privateness of the industry's bigwigs.

"It's cold, go in." Zhao Yungang said.

Song Chen wiped out the cigarette in his hand and went in with Zhao Yungang. Mrs. Zhao said at the dining table: "Just forget it if you smoke it yourself, you will take Xiaochen to smoke it."

"It's not that he hasn't been tore up," said Zhao Yungang.

Song Chen sat down next to Zhao Jindong. Zhao Jindong glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

"Next week is your elder brother's birthday," Zhao Yungang said: "I don't think he looks like he can have a birthday, but he is all a family. Just prepare a birthday gift for him together."

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao wanted to speak but stopped. Song Chen nodded and said, "I understand."

I was calm and worried.

This gift is not easy to give.

After all, Zhao Xinzhi's incident is still in front of him.

Xingyun Film and Television is about to be established, and Zhao Jindong may be busier next time. Zhao Yungang said: "I see that you have almost completed the main projects this year. Let the rest let your subordinates finish the finale. Before the New Year, you put your main thoughts on the construction of the Film and Television Department. Now that real estate is declining, the pan-entertainment industry investment year, I just received a news that the top will issue documents in January next year and relax relevant policies. This is a good time."

"I still feel a little hasty," said Zhao Jindong. "In the second half of next year, I may be more prepared."

"It's okay, just stop the seat and start the game." Zhao Yungang said: "We have already started the cinema, so we will start with the production of the movie and slowly spread out. I think the ideas put forward on the board of directors are all good, such as performance agents, video games, music, and even sports, which can be done slowly."

This is to be a big shot in the entertainment industry.

Song Chen was eating silently beside him. He was born to be a writer, not a business man. He felt that these things were troublesome just by listening to them. He could not imagine the scene of managing such a large company in the future. He felt that it was best for him to divide the work and cooperate with Zhao Jindong, one was responsible for content control and the other was responsible for operation.

However, the environment may really affect people. He was influenced by the momentum of such a "rich family". After returning to the room, he continued to write his novels.

Zhao Jindong went into the study and asked him: "Do you still want to write?"

"Well, I'm almost done. I want to finish it as soon as possible. When I go to see Teacher Zheng, I can show him what I've written."

He thought that the novel "I am as beautiful as a flower when my lover gets old" was written in a very concise way, with a physical style, a strong emotion, and a complete core story. He is considered a work that he can make out.

Zhao Jindong said: "Is it enough for ten o'clock? Don't write too late. I have something to discuss with you."

"Are you giving gifts to your elder brother?"

Zhao Jindong nodded: "You write first, I'll do it too."

After Zhao Jindong finished speaking, he covered up his door and went out. Song Chen continued to write his novels.

It was all sad passages, and it was written that after Luo Wensheng left, Yu Nuo fell ill.

Although he is immortal, he is inevitably sick. He is very good at writing this kind of drama after he gets sick alone, and his writing is delicate and sad.

I couldn't help but think of my past days. One time, I was probably too tired and suddenly became ill. When I woke up, my head suddenly became dizzy and fell on the floor. Because I staggered a few times, I miraculously tripped to my toes. My whole thumb was swollen. A large piece of skin was broken from top to bottom on my knee, and it was still the kind of skin that was running water. He felt it was not serious, so he didn't go to the clinic to buy medicine. Who knew that in the middle of the night, the pain suddenly couldn't bear it. He tossed and turned all night. He got up the next day and couldn't even walk on the road.

The corridor where he lives is very long. Because of the age of time, the wooden ceilings on the corridor have begun to peel off. He held the wall and moved forward little by little. The windows in the corridor were not closed. A strong cold wind came in. The wooden boards on the ceiling were squeaking. He took painkillers and went to the hospital to see his adoptive mother Wang Fengying.

Wang Fengying lay on the hospital bed and saw him limping, so she didn't look at him.

It was also that day, Wang Fengying told him that he didn't want to live anymore.

"It can't be cured, I'm spending money."

He arranged his experience to Yu Nuo, and he felt very sad when writing it.

After finishing writing, Song Chen stood up and moved his muscles, opened the window a little, lay on the window and took a few sips of the cold wind.

Why didn’t he wear his past? If he was given a chance, like Yu Nuo, he could travel through the past, would he be as determined as Yu Nuo? Even though he knew it was painful, he was still willing to stick out his tongue and eat it in blood because of a touch of honey on the tip of the knife.

Why isn't it snowing? I don't know when the first snow this year will come.

The winter in City A is colder, but he doesn't feel that the room is full of heating, and he feels very happy.

He is already Song Chen, not Song Chenchen.

He came back to the bedroom, and Zhao Jindong sat on the bed, but his eyes were narrowed, as if he was asleep.

He went to the bathroom to wash, but when he came out, he saw that Zhao Jindong had woken up.

"If you want to sleep, go to bed first, don't wait for me deliberately." He said.

Zhao Jindong said: "I sniffed for a while and didn't fall asleep."

Song Chen climbed onto the bed, leaned against the head of the bed and said, "You are not going to discuss giving gifts to your elder brother."

"Well, ask what you want to give."

"Why should I check it online?"

Zhao Jindong said: "What to check?"

“Check what others give.”

Zhao Jindong said: "If you don't have anything you particularly want to give, I'll arrange it."

Song Chen said: "How come you think I have something I want to give?"

Zhao Jindong said: "Don't you just like to give each other something privately."

Song Chen smiled and asked, "Are you jealous?"

Zhao Jindong sneered, and Song Chen said, "I will spend some time to deliver it to you when you celebrate your birthday."

Zhao Jindong's face looked a little better, and then he heard Song Chen ask: "By the way, what month is your birthday?"

Zhao Jindong's face fell down again.

Song Chen was a little embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do. He really didn't know what day Zhao Jindong's birthday was. He was not specific to this level when he wrote the novel!

"I'm not going to have my birthday." Zhao Jindong said, "Go to sleep."

Song Chen rushed up and hugged him: "What is the number?"

He acted coquettishly and was very funny. He was not a mother, but he was very cute.

Zhao Jindong wanted to smile or not, but pushed him away without pushing him away. He turned over and over and overwhelmed Song Chen, hugged him and arched him hard.

Song Chen found that Zhao Jindong was very good at arching and had amazing waist strength.

In fact, he felt that it was almost done. He and Zhao Jindong could go further and have a deeper exchange.

When he goes out to buy some lubricant tomorrow, although he has no practical experience, he still has a lot of theoretical knowledge reserves.

In another corner of City A, Zhou Yunyun was pounced on the bed and cried.

She just saw the Moments posted by Meng Shi!

"Why, why, why?!" She beat the bed while not knowing who she was asking.

"Yunyun," my best friend sat next to him with heartache and said, "Forget it, since they are both so good, just let it go."

Zhou Yunyun cried and said, "What is important is not Zhao Jindong, what is important is..." She sat up suddenly: "I lost, I lost to that little bitch Song Chen! No, I can't admit defeat!"

She and Song Chen have been fighting openly and secretly since middle school. How could she lose to him? Song Chen will laugh at her to death when he meets her again? His mouth has always been so mean and cruel! No, she must find a good husband who is not inferior to Zhao Jindong!

"Hurry, do you have any good male friends around you? Let me introduce them!"

"We both have the same circle of friends all day long. You have seen all of my male friends." My best friend said, "But I have someone. If you are kind to him, you will definitely be angry with Song Chen to death."

"Speak quickly, who?"

"Zhao Xinzhi, the boss of the Zhao family." said the best friend with a smile.

The tone was a little joke.

Zhou Yunyun sat down and frowned and thought for a while: "Does he like women?"

"I'm kidding." said my best friend.

Zhou Yunyun thought about it and took out his cell phone, intending to send a message to Zhao Xinzhi.

She doesn't care, she just can't let Song Chen have a good time!

She thought secretly for a long time, and then called again and again, and finally decided to be more serious.

In her impression, Zhao Xinzhi was serious and very steady.

"New Brother." She posted.

I was stunned after sending it.

"Damn it." She couldn't help but say.

I saw a red circle of exclamation marks on the screen of the phone, which read: "Zhao Xinzhi has enabled friend verification. You are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first. Only after the other party passes the verification can you chat."

When did she delete her long ago?

It was late at night and the wind became much weaker. After entering the Zhao Manor, it became deeper. A car passed through the woods, and the headlights illuminated the long road. Zhao Yungang was sitting in the car with a serious expression.

The car drove all the way to the riverside, where there was a park. It was late at night, and there was no one there. Only the river water slammed the river bank. A woman was shaking in the cold wind.
To be continued...