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Chapter 160 Industrial Ideas (1)

When Lin Chengxun returned to Pingan Restaurant, he found that the light in his bedroom on the third floor was on. Not many people had the key to his home. He quickly guessed who it was.

Lin Chengxun went up to the third floor and opened the door of his bedroom. It was Han Jiaren who was inside. She was leaning on the bed with her back to Lin Chengxun, holding a copy of "Selected Poems of Shakespeare" in her hand. She read carefully until Lin Chengxun approached her.

When he put his hands on her shoulders, Han Jiacai was suddenly startled. After turning her head and seeing Lin Chengxun, her stiff body softened.

"Why are you watching this? I heard that you accepted a musical. Could it be this? It shouldn't be." Lin Chengxun glanced at what Han Jiaren was watching, which was Shakespeare's "Fearmore".

This poem sings about the troubles of life and the tranquility of death. The whole poem is full of contemplation of death. Shakespeare must have been extremely afraid of death, otherwise none of his more than 150 sonnets would be perfect.

Death is not mentioned for the first time.

But this song "Fearmore", Lin Chengxun has never heard that it has been adapted into a musical.

"No, the director of the musical said I'm not suitable for the heroine." Han Jiaren shook her lowered head. She turned around and hugged Lin Chengxun's waist, pressing her side face against Lin Chengxun's body, feeling the slightest warmth.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chengxun then realized that Han Jiaren had lost a lot of weight during this period. Her face was thin and white, and her originally watery eyes suddenly hung on her fair face, as if they were about to be squeezed out of their eye sockets.

Han Jiaren shook her head and said nothing. After finishing her TV series some time ago, she took on a musical on the way to college. However, just when she was training hard for two months to become the heroine of the musical and she was full of ambition, the director notified Han Jiaren at short notice.

, saying that she and the heroine are not suitable.

That's not appropriate at all. I just look down on Han Jiaren, an idol drama actress with a good reputation. This is true for Daehang-ro's musicals, and the same is true for Chungmuro's movies.

When Han Jiaren returned home, she found that she suddenly had nothing to do, so she played the video tapes she had saved one by one. Each of them contained Lin Chengxun, Lin Chengxun's variety shows, Lin Chengxun's movies, Lin Chengxun's MVs, and even those without Lin Chengxun.

The songs in the picture and these videos were played over and over again, and Han Jiaren felt more and more lonely. Missing seemed to be everywhere. The vines that covered her whole heart slowly contracted and strangled Han Jiaren's heart. The gradually spreading loneliness made her feel sad.

Han Jiaren was almost going crazy.

So she came to the Pingan Restaurant and found the "Selected Poems of Shakespeare" from Lin Chengxun's collection of books. She read it while waiting for Lin Chengxun to come back.

"If you have nothing to do, come and help me. I happen to be a little busy recently." Lin Chengxun sighed. He knew Han Jiaren's recent state very well. After Li Suyan knew that there was no possibility between herself and Lin Chengxun, she returned to being the good friend of Han Jiaren.

My best friend sent many messages to Lin Chengxun, all of which were about Han Jiaren’s current situation.

Han Jiaren was stunned when she heard this and looked up at Lin Chengxun. She seemed to have returned to the time when she and Lin Chengxun were filming "Uncle".

The red lips hit Lin Chengxun's lips with soft force, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into Lin Chengxun's body. Lin Chengxun had been teased by Sika before, and his anger was rising. His palm passed through the delicate fabric of his trousers and grabbed hard,

His five fingers immediately embedded themselves into the impressive snow-capped mountains. The snow-capped mountains trembled slightly. Lin Chengxun didn't expect that Han Jiaren's pretty body would hide such a straight, white and pink body.

The two quickly rolled into a ball, but not long after, Lin Chengxun's movements came to a halt because his "branch" was caught.

"You...you have to promise me first." Han Jiaren breathed slightly, and something that she couldn't hold in her hand made her fair face seem to bleed. She didn't dare to say the word marriage, she could feel it.

Lin Chengxun was silent about these two words.

"Are you trading your body with me?" Lin Chengxun breathed heavily.

That night, Lin Chengxun and Han Jiaren did a lot, but they failed to break through the last step.

...

"the phone is ringing."

Hearing Han Jiaren's call, Lin Chengxun took his hand away from the snow-covered Kunlun, squinted his eyes and groped for the phone and saw that it was Yoona's call.

"Hello?"

"Oppa, the sun is out, it's time to get up!"

"What are you doing up here? I don't do photosynthesis."

After pressing and holding for three seconds, the phone turned off. Lin Chengxun's palm searched for a familiar path and took control of his own "kingdom". He tried to fall into a deep sleep again, but after a few seconds, Lin Chengxun opened his eyes.

After struggling in his mind for a moment, he got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. He was afraid that if he didn't leave, Han Jiaren would never wake up. After all, you can't wake up someone who is pretending to sleep.

After Lin Chengxun left, Han Jiaren opened her eyelids instantly. She looked blankly at the white ceiling above her head. The lights, decorations, and everything on it told Han Jiaren that this was Lin Chengxun's bedroom, and the two of them slept in each other's arms.

One night, there was only the final bottom line between the two that had not yet been broken through.

Thinking of this, Han Jiaren felt a little hot all over. She glanced at the bedroom and heard the sound of water in the shower. She gently opened the quilt, adjusted her bra and underpants, and then dressed in a daze.

Lin Chengxun, who was using cold water to cool down in the bathroom, was mindlessly thinking about the ideas he had come up with during this period. The video website Chenxi.com was developing at a high speed. After several capital injections by Lin Chengxun, it could barely meet the development speed of Chenxi.com.

, and in the near future, the box office dividends of "Uncle" on the peninsula will come down.

Well, you can't hold such a large amount of money in your hands. Lin Chengxun doesn't like to hold money in his hands like a miser. Money can only be considered money when it circulates, and then money can make money.

Lin Chengxun is still young and not yet greedy for pleasure, so a car and a house are not at all a consideration for him.

And if we continue to develop the Internet business, no matter which industry has a promising future, it will be a cake in the hands of several large conglomerates in the peninsula. This is not like the video network, which is a market that Lin Chengxun has made big by relying on his foresight.

When the cake was made, it did not touch the interests of those established consortiums themselves, so the consortia were not interested at the beginning. When they were interested, although the cake was not big, it was rounded out by Lin Chengxun, plus Laowu Ansheng.

Yuan's family background made the financial groups wary, so Chenxi.com was able to grow.

If he couldn't focus on Chenxi.com's industrial chain, Lin Chengxun could only focus on his identity as a director. Coupled with Sika's idea, Lin Chengxun planned to develop into a men's and women's fashion brand, and he happened to still have it in his hand.

When I think about Girls' Generation, which has not fully exploded with energy, it feels a bit like God's will.

But on how to do it, Lin Chengxun still has to discuss it with Jin Huicheng, because even if fashion brands become popular, he can only stop being a shopkeeper and focus on his career as a director.


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