CH 3.1

Chapter 3- Status: Want To Beat Him

Status: Want to beat him

Ran Shu didn’t want to pay attention to Sang Xian and continued to walk toward the venue.

At this time, he vaguely heard Su Diandian and Su Diandian’s brother’s voices.

Su Diandian’s “good brother” is named Hu Yongqi. He is 37 years old this year. He is a veteran in the entertainment industry for many years now.

In the beginning, he started as a producer, and now he has set up a company, so he does have some means.

“Mr. Sang, this is Su Diandian, our company’s popular artist.” Hu Yongqi introduced Sang Xian with a very polite attitude.

Su Diandian smiled restrainedly at the moment, trying his best to reveal his good-naturedness in his eyes and demeanor: “Hello, Mr. Sang.” He said as he stretched out his hand.

Sang Xian didn’t shake his hand, but responded coldly, “Oh.”

Su Diandian didn’t make fun of himself any more and retracted his hand embarrassingly.

Hu Yongqi saw Ran Shu not far away, and immediately called: “Ran Shu, this is Mr. Sang, our new boss.”

Ran Shu returned to his anger and gave Hu Yongqi a face. After all, he really cultivated himself seriously back then.

Although Hu Yongqi has indeed defended Su Diandian recently, he and Hu Yongqi have not officially torn apart their faces, and they are still decent on the bright side.

He turned around and walked back. He walked in front of Sang Xian and deliberately glanced away: “Hello, I’m Ran Shu.”

Sang Xian lowered his eyes and looked at him, but he had no other reaction to his attitude. He stretched out his hand towards him: “Hello.”

He looked at Sang Xian’s hand with disgust. The memories of the past seemed to be rubbed into the soft light and then got into his mind with that hand.

God knows how many times this hand has dragged him back to the bed.

Pressed him and made him cry.

He hesitated for a moment, but still touched Sang Xian’s fingertips: “Well, it’s good to meet you” 

The two hands touched briefly, and he couldn’t even sense the temperature of the other’s fingertips.

After the symbolic handshake, Ran Shu turned around and left.

Su Diandian looked at Sang Xian’s discriminatory treatment and couldn’t help but be stunned. He looked at Sang Xian a few more times, and then quickly withdrew his gaze for fear of provoking the new owner.

“Let’s go together.” Sang Xian said in that subwoofer voice that was aged for a hundred years.

Ran Shu pouted. That dog man. It has been two years, but he still can’t stand him anymore.

Shouldn’t great exes be as quiet as dead?

However, while walking, Ran Shu saw Sang Xian and Hu Yongqi walking toward the venue together and did not go with him.

Meanwhile, Su Diandian was relieved because of this. The new owner must be wary of him because he was Brother Hu’s “companion”, so he didn’t shake hands with him out of respect for Brother Hu.

When passing by Ran Shu, Su Diandian turned his head and smiled mockingly at him.

Ran Shu watched them leave: “…”

* 

The party was held in the hall inside the company.

Ran Shu sat in the corner, watching Sang Xian, Hu Yongqi, and the others sitting with each other while talking.

Brother Liu also worked very hard to squeeze into this group of people, as if he wanted to help Ran Shu win something.

At this moment, like a large-scale audition, the company’s artists have to take turns performing on stage to show their new boss the company’s artists.

Ran Shu couldn’t help slandering, ‘Is this going to be a nightclub?’

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But the nightclub can sing “Little Enemy” while he can only sing “Old Resentment”.

Ran Shu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, intending to slip away.

If he’s going to be asked to sing and dance for Sang Xian, he will be so angry that he will die on the spot.

He looked left and right and was about to get up when he heard Hu Yongqi calling his name: “Ran Shu, do you have any good songs?

Before he could move his lips, Sang Xian spoke first, “I’ve seen him before.”

The implication is that Ran Shu is an old artist and that he watched Ran Shu’s show long ago, so he doesn’t need to come up now.

Brother Liu was very happy after hearing this as if he had found the dawn of Ran Shu’s turn, and asked, “Is that Ran Shu’s credit for Mr. Sang to acquiring the company?”

Sang Xian didn’t answer, but he didn’t deny it either as he just smiled lightly.

Even so, it gave Brother Liu great encouragement. So after a light cough, he continued to try to chat with Sang Xian.

Brother Liu’s appearance made Su Diandian a little bit unhappy not far away. He just hoped that Hu Yongqi could gain some attention for him.

The people around quickly withdrew their attention and stopped paying attention to Ran Shu.

Ran Shu didn’t leave either. He simply sat down in the corner again, took a sip of a glass of red wine in his hand, and put it down quickly.

It’s hard to drink.

His mouth was pampered a few years ago, and Sang Xian was used to it.

*

When Ran Shu first debuted, he would never have imagined that he would be honored to be a member of the pension artist at the age of twenty-seven.

Now, apart from being a regular member of a reality show, he has no other projects.

Today is a bit special. After he got up, he saw Brother Liu’s message, asking him to go to the company for individual training.

What does he need training for?

In terms of acting skills, his singing and dancing skills have reached a high level, and it is difficult to find a teacher who can teach him. At this time, the company would not spend a lot of money to hire those top famous teachers to teach him. As a result, more often he practiced alone in the practice room.

Even his expression management has been trained thousands of times. Now he doesn’t swear at people, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth is calm and elegant when he mocks.

Unfortunately, no matter how he asked, Brother Liu did not answer the training content.

His tone was very sincere, begging him to come to the company.

He changed his clothes, put on a mask and hat, and took the elevator to the underground parking garage. The assistant had already started the car and was waiting for him.

He got into the car, leaned lazily on the back of the seat, took out his phone, and swiped on it for a while.

The turmoil seems to have calmed down a bit.