After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead - Chapter 9
The project manager thought a thousand times, but he dared not ask anything.
“The sponsorship is doing well.” Yin Ronglan affirmed.
Until he went far, the project manager was still in a dazed state. He didn’t understand why he was commended by the president for a trivial matter, especially on the premise of remedial work.
“Is it true that he is in love?”
After muttering to himself, he quickly shook his head, and a female colleague in the back said meaningfully: “Rather than the president being in love, it is more reliable to think that he began to believe in Buddha.”
When this remark came out, most people agreed.
“I don’t know what you’re happy about.” A staff member who had been hard at work looked up coldly: “Imagine that your boss has always been a man who would calculate others without and never changed his face, and now acts under a banner of benevolence…………”
Before the words finished, everyone shivered.
Yin Ronglan was not clear about his subordinates’ deliberations. He sat in the spacious office, staring at the ringing phone, and mysteriously pressed to call Chen Zhan.
There was a slight languid voice on the other end of the phone: “Hey.”
Yin Ronglan had a rare whim, leaned back slightly behind the chair, and asked calmly: “Will you go hiking again on the weekend?”
There was a moment of silence over there. Euphemistically: “I am ready to get a fitness card.”
After hearing a hint of fear from Chen Zhan’s voice, Yin Ronglan had a smile on his face: “If you change your mind, you can notify me at any time.”
“Okay.” The other party replied and continued with clearly perfunctory conversation.
Yin Ronglan didn’t mind, he hung up the phone after saying a few more words.
There was still a trace of drowsiness. Chen Zhan washed his face and felt rejuvenated after hanging up the phone.
After contacting several times, it can be judged that Yin Ronglan is not a very talkative person. The two just communicated last night, and this call is totally meaningless today.
The hair ends are dripping with water drops. Looking at the young man in the mirror— the peach blossom eyes that can switch back and forth between passion and coldness, the high nose, and skin whiter than the female star, Chen Zhan concluded: it’s terrible; he secretly loves me.
Three minutes later, he smirked in response to his joke, restored his usual expression, changed his clothes and prepared to go shopping.
There is a black car parked at the door. Even people who do not understand cars can feel that this is a high-end car, which is incompatible with the temperament of the entire community.
At this moment, the window slowly lowered, and the man in the driver’s seat froze and quickly glanced at him: “Get in the car.”
This is the first time Chen Zhan has seen the male lead since he came to this world. Even if the original person was mad in a dilemma, with a somewhat chaotic consciousness, Lin Chiang’s face was still quite alive in his mind, showing the depths of his hatred.
The consciousness of the original body has disappeared, and Chen Zhan did not have many ups and downs in the face of Lin Chiang, and sat calmly in the passenger seat.
“Fasten your seatbelt.” Lin Chiang frowned impatiently as the car moved.
When Chen Zhan finished wearing his seat belt and Lin Chiang left the complex, his (LCA) eyes flickered and dimmed in the mottled light: “The change is great.”
Chen Zhan smiled a little, hearing the taunt hidden in the words, and turned his face to look at him: “The premise of drawing this conclusion is that you know a lot about me before.”
Naturally, Lin Chiang didn’t know much about Chen Zhan. What he saw was only one-sided conclusion.
Ignoring his sophistry, Lin Chiang quietly drove the car out of the community and drove towards the spacious and flat street.
Looking at the flashing trees outside the car window, Chen Zhan said lightly: “I hope you set your destination where there is a bus stop.”
He was reluctant to spend money to hire a car back.
The car finally stopped in front of a coffee shop. Chen Zhan saw a high-end restaurant next to it. When Lin Chiang stopped, he (Chen Zhan) stepped off the car and walked in the direction of the restaurant without looking back. (T/N: He’s going to bum a meal lol)
When Lin Chiang walked into the restaurant, he looked coldly at Chen Zhan who had been sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window: “So desperate to eat and drink?”
Chen Zhan played up his honest virtue and nodded slightly.
Lin Chiang sat down opposite him, and Chen Zhan waited for his follow-up while looking at the menu.
“I came to you to talk about the issue of the novel.”
Lin Chiang got straight to the point, and Chen Zhan did not reveal any surprise. Naturally, he’d guessed today’s theme.
After ordering a few satisfactory dishes, Chen Zhan sat up straight again after the waiter took the menu, and his tone was very plain: “My autobiography adheres to a realistic style and does not deliberately defame anyone.”
The waiter sent two glasses of lemon water. Chen Zhan took a sip and said: “Of course, if Mr. Lin has questions about a certain part, he can ask a lawyer to defend his rights.”
Lin Chiang did not intend to chew on the text. He knew that Chen Zhan was not just pretending to be calm. Even if he asks for a lawyer, it’s no use at all.
“What you write is your freedom,” Lin Chiang glanced at him with a warning gaze: “Be fair as the author, don’t just focus on a few characters.”
So far, the Confessions update has not even reached ten chapters. Yet the single topic of him not waiting for his change was featured in two chapters.
Chen Zhan seemed to understand his allusion, and a trace of shame flashed on his face: “I don’t get a word flag.1.”
Hearing this, Lin Chiang suddenly flashed a bad hunch in his heart. Listening to this meaning…… every time he gets a word flag in the future, he (CZ) will use him (LCA) to fill out the word count?
Chen Zhan smiled, peachy eyes narrowed in friendliness.
Responding briefly, Chen Zhan was distracted by his dishes very quickly. Although there was no expression on the surface, his eyes were mostly gathered on the plate.
After a bite, the movement was relatively slow, and, when he looked up, he happened to meet Lin Chiang’s line of sight: “It’s not easy to write. I honestly can’t find anything but you and Jiang Ying.”
Lin Chiang said in a low tone: “Normal men will focus on the goddess muse in their hearts.”
Chen Zhan put down his chopsticks: “Do you want to abandon your girlfriend and escape alone?”
Lin Chiang is not worried that he will write anything sharp to vilify Jiang Ying. If this is the case, the lawyer’s letter will be sent, and Chen Zhan will also be drowned in the verbal abuse of Jiang Ying’s fans.
“Just a few words.”
“I will think about it.” After thinking about it, Chen Zhan gave an ambiguous answer. He asked people to pack up the meal on the table before Lin Chiang even moved his chopsticks.
Lin Chiang didn’t care about him. He had reached half of his goal today. When Chen Zhan pushed back his chair to leave, he didn’t stop him.
The next day, not seeing his name on the hot search, Lin Chiang actually felt a sense of relief. This gratification did not last long before he received a text message from his family repeatedly emphasizing the importance of a gentleman’s truthfulness.
Lin Chiang calculated the reason and clicked on the first article:
#Beat people, don’t beat hands#.
The picture is a sneak shot by a passerby, which is a little blurry. In the picture, Chen Zhan came out of the hospital, cast on one arm, medicine in the other.
There is also a picture exposed by an entertainment account, a 3-square collage of nine pictures, all showing him and Chen Zhan eating at noon yesterday.
The comments below have exceeded 25,000.
【Jianbei Yizhihua: Although I hate Chen Zhan too- beat the person, but don’t beat the arms! Humble readers cry online! 】
【EK Vivienne: Same question: why not hit the face? How to code with a broken arm? 】2
【Orient Express: @Jiang Ying, persuade your boyfriend: beating above the neck and under the arms, even breaking his phantom limb3 is okay, as long as the code word is not affected. 】
All kinds of unexpected comments are available. Lin Chiang saw that there were still a few missed calls on his mobile phone, from people who seemed to want to ask him to prove the truth of the matter.
He turned off the phone and began to analyze: First, it is impossible to go to the hospital to fake it. Though the severity is unknown, Chen Zhan is indeed injured. In addition, yesterday, he intentionally went to the community to find the person. He didn’t see the other party using a mobile phone during the whole journey. The pictures taken by the reporter should have nothing to do with Chen Zhan.
However, this account was blamed on his head.4
Dialing out a series of numbers on the landline, he instructed: “Find a way to get Chen Zhan’s private number and send it to my mobile phone.”
Chen Zhan had made friends with a lot of people in the past, and the work efficiency of Lin Chiang’s subordinates was very fast. In less than ten minutes, Chen Zhan’s mobile phone flashed.
Lin Chiang’s tone wasn’t too good at the moment the phone was connected.
Chen Zhan calmly said: “I have sent a weibo to explain the reason.”
After hanging up, Lin Chiang turned to Weibo and clicked into the tenth hot search. The time shown above was eight minutes ago. He really did post a weibo:
【Thank you for your concern. I emphasize that my injury has nothing to do with others. I just took a shortcut on the way home and accidentally slipped in the alley. In order to protect the food in my arms, my arm was sprained. I urge you to stop making strange inferences. 】
Comments were exactly the opposite of the post’s serious style:
“Understand, translation is: there is no monitoring in dark alleys; someone put a sack over his head and beat him.”
“An unjust person is doomed to destruction. Having done so much in the past, you also deserve comeuppance. Anyway, I support President Lin.”
“Do not care about cause and effect, just want to ask what time the update can be posted.”
“Does being able to post a weibo prove you can code with one hand?”
Towards the end, the comments became distorted.
The phone was buzzing nonstop, Lin Chiang glanced at it and saw it was Chen Zhan calling back.
“I eat with you on the front foot, and, on the back foot, the arm is broken. It is normal for others to misunderstand.”
He paused and Lin Chiang heard him again: “It’s just three minutes of heat; just find something else to catch people’s attention to pull down the hot search.”
The latter sentence was the crux of the whole thing. Lin Chiang’s index finger tapped on the table. He felt that Chen Zhan didn’t want to search hot for this kind of thing, so he called him to use his money.
He showed a somewhat ironic expression, just about to speak, and there was a scream from the other end of the phone.
Lin Chiang frowned: “What the hell are you shouting at?”
The voice on the other side sounded a bit painful: “I didn’t pay attention when going to the bathroom and my foot twisted”.
Lin Chiang’s expression instantly became ugly, and he was able to anticipate tomorrow’s hot search title: #broken arm, broken leg#
And the content is: “After having his atrocities exposed, President Lin was angered and broke Chen Zhan’s leg!
On the other side, Chen Zhan seemed to guess something. He smiled softly and said first: “Relax, I will issue a statement to clarify that it has nothing to do with you.”
Because it was a call, Chen Zhan could not see Lin Chiang’s expression, only hearing a severe warning: “Stay where you are, don’t issue a statement and don’t move. I’ll find someone to go there now.”