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Worrying leads to confusion; this is probably a true reflection of Lu Yinian's character.
Gu Xinglan really wanted to find out why Meng Guanhe had fired him for no reason.
His thinking was that firing him would be more beneficial than harmful to the show.
For example, a destitute employee who was laid off from his company decided to take a gamble and sign up for the show in order to support his young child.
That's probably one of the highlights of the show, isn't it?
It can also avoid public opinion surrounding the script.
"I want to be a big star."
Gu Xinglan spoke these words expressionlessly, but he was still exhausted.
The character creation assistants didn't stop after he said those words.
I don’t know how long it took.
The pain that had been throbbing through her body finally subsided a little, and Gu Xinglan struggled to get up and shakily picked up a water glass from the table.
Then, I heard the sound of the door being locked outside.
The lounge door is a one-way glass door, so you can't see in from the outside, but you can see out from the inside. When the door is locked, it turns completely milky gray and you can't see it from either side.
Lu Yinian, who came in from outside, had his head down, and his expression was unreadable.
The white sheet clutched in his hand.
What else could this be but a resignation certificate?
“Lu Yinian?” He looked up at the other person.
The atmosphere was a bit strange.
What did the boss say to you?
There was no answer.
Gu Xinglan pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I went to film a program. Do you remember the opportunity you told me to seize last time?"
After he finished speaking, Lu Yinian remained silent.
That lowered posture seemed to conceal a great deal of unspoken worries.
He was only gone for a quarter of an hour, but he came back looking like a completely different person.
The other person didn't speak until he finished drinking the entire glass of water.
"Xinglan, I brought you into this circle, so I have a responsibility to you..." Her voice was slightly hoarse, and her steps were a little unsteady.
The white sheets were placed on the table, and soon Lu Yinian turned his back.
Gu Xinglan couldn't see a single thing.
Not to mention that this person had dyed their hair a deep chestnut brown and permed it.
Strands of hair fell loosely on the right side of her face, looking dull and lifeless.
"Yinian, wait a moment." Gu Xinglan called out to the other person, wanting to see what had happened.
But the other person wouldn't turn around.
When the person in sight reached the door.
"I'll send you three hundred first, and let me know if you need more... I have other things to do." With that, Lu Yinian walked out the door without looking back.
With a creak, the door closed the instant it did.
Gu Xinglan struggled to sit up, squinted, and took a closer look.
I could see a faint red tinge through the wisps of hair.
He slapped someone this morning, how could he not know what caused that slight redness?
Lu Yinian was slapped?
Thinking of this, the character design assistant almost exploded!
Each sharp pain seemed to strike his nerves.
A new wave of physical pain started in my body.
Gu Xinglan frowned, hugged herself tightly, curled up in a ball on the sofa, and kept breathing heavily.
System: [Host, this might be related to the second hidden plot.]
"What's the second hidden plot again?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the pain.
System: [Exploring the secret behind the original owner's loss of virginity, it's likely related to the original owner's past.]
What's the current progress?
System: [One percent.]
This one percent trigger came from a security guard.
What is the relationship between the "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success) and the original owner of the body?
Thinking of the original owner's twelve ex-girlfriends, Gu Xinglan managed to snap out of it for a moment.
Did the original owner of this body live off one of his girlfriends?
System: [This system has a premonition that the second hidden plot will undergo a qualitative leap during the host's filming of the program.]
"Thank you for your kind words." Gu Xinglan exhaled a long breath.
……
After leaving the company.
The clouds and fog had cleared outside, but unfortunately it was almost evening and we couldn't see any sunset.
Gu Xinglan was covered in sweat, her eyelids almost closing, and she slowly took out her phone from her pocket.
The new message contained a 300 yuan transfer from Lu Yinian, along with a note: "[After I'm done with this busy period, I'll bring you good news. Remember not to wander off. If you need money, just let me know (heart emoji) (heart emoji)]"
Lu Yinian's living conditions were slightly better than the original owner's, and he was also more down-to-earth.
After reading this message, Gu Xinglan felt a surge of energy and couldn't help but smile.
After clicking to transfer the money, he replied with an emoji.
Thinking of that red mark... could the slap Lu Yinian received have been delivered by Meng Guanhe?
Even though he wanted to go to Meng Guanhe's office to confront him.
Since Lu Yinian didn't want him to know, he had to respect that as a friend, right?
So, Gu Xinglan indirectly texted Meng Guanhe: "President Meng, why did you fire me? What about the program?"
He seemed to have finished his work, replying to his message in less than three seconds: [Take a picture, come back to work after the show ends.]
He tried to probe indirectly, but soon the other party sent another message: [Don't let anyone else know about this.]
It's an industry consensus that shows have scripts, but this consensus can't be revealed to the public, and there's a need to avoid any appearance of impropriety.
Especially this program... when it's meant to achieve a certain goal.
System: [Host, what are you thinking about?]
"I'm thinking about a second hidden plot."
Given Lu Yinian's personality, he probably wouldn't risk being fired by questioning the company's CEO.
It's highly likely they'll go find someone else.
If he wants to advance the second hidden plot, he might as well use the original owner's only friend as a starting point.
Thinking about it this way, the initial surge of energy in my heart subsided somewhat.
Gu Xinglan looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.
Others treat him with their whole heart, but he only thinks of using them as pawns in a hidden plot.
System: [Host, there won't be any retribution. Didn't you say yourself that this is just a game?]
"Ding"
Are you at the office?
The message sent by Lin Chengan.
My thoughts were interrupted, and then I felt a heavy weight on my shoulder.
The person who arrived was Lin Cheng'an.
The ginkgo leaves of early autumn rested quietly on the top of her soft hair.
Lin Cheng'an didn't know how long he had been waiting outside the original owner's company, but at this moment he raised his right hand and gently patted his right shoulder.
There are leaves on your head.
Gu Xinglan pointed to the other person's head.
Lin Chengan shook his head.
The leaves remained still, just as the person had said: "Pick them for me."
What exactly was the relationship between the original owner and this person?
How could they be so familiar with each other that they even knew about the original owner's company?
He casually waved his hand over the person's hair and said inadvertently:
How do you know Ms. Ding?
"Yes, we're pretty close in the neighborhood, she's a very nice person." Lin Cheng'an smiled slightly.
In what context are you referring to?
The two chatted as they walked toward the farmers' market.
When they met up with Li Jiang, the three of them carried large and small bags and headed towards the urban village.
When he got back, he made menus, printed flyers, selected locations for his outdoor stall, washed the large and small pots, and cleaned the ingredients... The sky had long since been swallowed by darkness.
The three people were busy running around, and one person wished they could split into two, until the last thing was cleaned up.
Gu Xinglan's limbs felt weak, and she leaned against the sofa, falling asleep instantly without any sensation.