Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

New York. The Queen.

In the spacious presidential suite, the figure of a young man is reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He is tall and well-proportioned, the pure black shirt outlines the straight shoulders and back curves, and the well-cut trousers complement the already slender and straight legs. They only do decorative designs, which is why he can only put his hands on his side.

He looked out for a while and then turned around. The interior of the room was elegantly decorated, and the surfaces of various decorations were clean and smooth, constantly reflecting his silhouette.

"Director Cheng, what are your orders?"

Just walking through the hall, two waiters in cheongsam spoke softly.

Cheng Zheng raised his eyes, and there were six men breathing behind the door. They were Tao Shicheng and the "bodyguards" sent by the organizer he had met.

He didn't speak, looked away coldly, and returned to the bedroom.

Turning the corner, Cheng Zheng suddenly took a small step back in a place where others couldn't see, covering the upper half of his face with one hand, and pressing his fingertips on his eyebrows and temples, as if he had been shocked by a brief electric shock.

But there are no electronic devices in the entire room or on him.

He stopped in place, lowered his eyelids, his expression was still indifferent, but for no reason, he was more flamboyant, more like an ordinary person.

…

Qin Jue left the villa and took a deep breath of fresh air.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you?" The middle-aged man with a deep profile and slightly bald white hair touched his chest and bowed to her.

"that's all, thanks."

Qin Jue nodded slightly, she heard Jiang Qiuyue roaring hysterically from behind the door, but the two skilled nanny were enough to prevent her from hurting herself and could not escape from the villa.

This is her mother. Just like Jiang Qiuyue treats her, Qin Jue will provide her with everything material and take good care of her.

Other than that, nothing to worry about.

Qin Jue bent over to get into the car, and Frandy's housekeeper, George, closed the door for her, and the low-key and luxurious car drove smoothly into the distance.

"Mr. Qin, thank you for your help."

After driving for a while, the driver's seat that George was sitting in smoothly turned 180 degrees backwards - the car was driving intelligently, and the driver was just showing it.

"It was me who got help." Qin Jue smiled kindly.

"It's a good thing that the young master has given up his thoughts of suicide." George sighed in an elegant tone, "I must thank you."

"Please don't put a hat on me." Qin Jue laughed out loud, "For Frandy, it might be more like me murdering him."

"Since Mrs. Feng died..."

"It's not something I should know, George." Qin Jue smiled and said to him, "He gave up on suicide because he knew he had died once. I'm just a narrator of facts, and I can't convince him to give up music. ."

There was a glint of guilt in George's green eyes.

"It was me who was abrupt," he said slowly.

Qin Jue bent the corner of his mouth and looked out the window.

"I think Frandy has done a good enough job." She casually said in the rapidly retreating scenery, "He has an extraordinary acumen, and this is more than enough to make up for his lack of working hours."

"George." Qin Jue joked, "Six hours of high efficiency and precision and eighteen hours of inefficient homework, you know which one can get a high score."

She immediately put away her playful expression and pointed meaningfully to the driver's seat of the white-haired butler.

"While all opponents are still hesitating, Frandy has already negotiated the resale rights of smart cars throughout the Americas."

Qin Jue said softly, "In the next few years, your family's wealth and status can at least triple due to this."

George followed her gaze thoughtfully, and his eyes stopped at the logo that seemed to be naturally engraved on the seat.

There is a pictographic "Qin".

…

"The International Science and Technology Exchange Conference will officially start in two weeks. After the introduction of artificial intelligence driving technology, what kind of surprise will Qinyi Technology bring to the world this time! Let's connect with experts..."

In the sound of the announcement on the big screen, Qin Jue walked to the old position with a stereo, a microphone stand, and a guitar on his back.

These things are all from the hands of famous people, and each part is several times more expensive than her current one. Frandy pushed them to Qin Jue in disgust and let her dispose of them ("Look at these exquisite garbage! It's rotten elegance!").

Qin Jue put things away step by step, connected the wires, and finally took out a foldable display screen from nowhere, unfolded the built-in stand, and placed it near the wheat stand.

"Hi! You're here again!"

A young blond girl said enthusiastically, "I brought a friend to see you!"

Qin Jue smiled back.

"Oh, man, it's you again."

The passing office worker ran past her first, then walked back without changing his direction, took out a few coins and threw them into the piano case on the ground.

"I hope I can hear you sing after get off work!"

Qin Jue laughed dumbly: "I think so."

"pretty!"

The office worker ran away with a briefcase.

She put on the guitar and slowly began to tune the strings. The surrounding crowd gradually gathered, and many people took out their mobile phones.

Qin Jue has been playing and singing here for a week. From a cappella to bringing his own musical instruments, he has made rapid progress and is very popular.

After tuning, she gently plucked the strings with her right hand, and the LCD screen standing beside her feet displayed several lines of words in turn, starting from the song name, to the song's lyrics, arrangement, original singing, etc., the information was readily available. .

Qin Jue raised his head, put his lips to the microphone, and a string of soft guitars sounded softly.

…

The daylight flickers, and an unremarkable car drives down the streets of New York.

"It's better to be young." Inside the car, the middle-aged man sitting in the co-pilot sighed shaking his head.

He has an Asian face, speaks Chinese, his temples are faintly white, his facial features are straight, his temperament is refined, and he looks like a mature man with a lot of heritage.

The young man sitting alone in the back seat closed his eyes and did not speak, exuding a cold aura as usual.

"I should have thought about it long ago." The middle-aged man didn't care about his indifference, and said to himself, "Young man, you should just come out and relax. This time, if you are in a good mood, you can think of some things. pass."

"Turn around."

The young man spoke suddenly, with a low pitch and a solid ending, revealing the aura of a superior, no doubt.

The middle-aged man was interrupted by him, and his face couldn't help but twist.

He snorted coldly and said to the driver, "Didn't you hear? Turn."

No more words after that.

…

At a certain intersection in Times Square, a young man in a peaked cap held a guitar and sang softly behind the wheat stand.

"Flymetothemoon

(fly me to the moon)

"Andletmeamongthestars

(Let me play among the stars)

"Letmeseewhatspringislike

(Let me see)

"On Jupiter and Mars

(What spring looks like on Jupiter and Mars)

"Inotherwords, hold my hand

(In other words, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com hold my hand)

"Inotherwords, baby, kissme..."

(That is, darling, kiss me)

The crowd on the third and fourth floors surrounded him, listening to his singing.

An ordinary car with an anti-see-through black film came slowly from a distance. Inside the car, a young man in a black shirt sat in the back seat, with his cuffs rolled up to his elbows, his eyes closed, and his fingertips rhythmically. Tap on your legs.

The car passed the edge of the crowd, and the teenager standing in the center was still playing and singing:

"Fillmylifewithsong

(Let the singing fill my life)

"Andletmesingforevermore

(let me sing forever)

"YouareallIlongfor

(You are my eternal desire)

"AllIworshipandadore

(It is my love, my admiration)

"Inotherwords, pleasebetrue

(That is, let's be honest with each other)

"Inotherwords, Iloveyou..."

(Let me tell you, I love you)

In the slightly noisy crowd, the boy's gentle low voice entered his ears through the car window.

The black-haired, black-eyed young man opened his eyes, without turning his head, his gaze shifted there.

For only a few seconds, he calmly retracted his gaze.

The car continued to drive forward, gradually leaving Times Square behind.