There are many official accounts to show off, and he does not have a certified self-media account. Perhaps only Zhao Song himself knows whether these behaviors of showing off wealth are active or passive.
What we are showing off this time is the tallest flower-growing building.
Now, when others show off beautiful internet celebrities, he shows off his beautiful and wealthy wife; when others show off mansions, he shows off skyscrapers; when others show off luxury cars, he directly shows off luxury car manufacturers...
Also, as more and more self-media accounts attack him, many people know that behind Zhao Song, there is the Zhao Property Group.
Most of its assets are coveted properties such as commercial properties.
Recently, many wealthy people in second-tier and above cities are showing off their newly acquired houses in school districts, which has also attracted huge traffic because the last owner of these popular houses in school districts has been exposed - Zhao Song.
Netizens have become numb.
Including Lin Chen.
It's such a nice name. At first glance, you might think it's the protagonist of a novel.
He is indeed a protagonist.
He was just a protagonist from ten years ago - ten years ago, he was the protagonist of the large-scale sociological experiment chosen by Professor Lin!
Three days of rebirth, 5 million grand prize!
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Beijing, outside the Southeast Fourth Ring Road, east of Huagong Road, in a rental house in Futou Community.
Lin Chen was watching short videos.
The beauties are singing, the beauties are dancing, the beauties are showing off their butts, the beauties are doing weird things.
Lin Chen even doubted whether he could persist for a month if he delayed winning until now. Maybe he could spend all the money in less than a month.
Rewarding female anchors to achieve some unspeakable purpose.
Then, he brushed Zhao Song.
Zhao Song hugged his rich and beautiful wife. He put his arms around her waist and wanted to touch her buttocks.
Lin Chen swallowed and quickly crossed.
It's Zhao Song again.
This time it is a text video from an unscrupulous media. It is about another intangible cultural heritage inheritor who received an order from Zhao Song and suspected that his sister was preparing a dowry.
What a luxurious disguise that would be?
Lin Chen swallowed again and quickly crossed over.
Or Zhao Song...
This time he was at the signing ceremony in Xiqing, Jinmen, next to the skyscraper, accompanied by countless officials.
In other words, the previous rumors have been made official. From now on, the building will belong to him, and the price paid is nothing more than assuming some discounted debt and building Faraday's second super factory there.
The rich are getting richer.
Those who have no money all choose to lie down like him, thanks to short videos, and thanks to countless apps similar to short videos, which can make countless people forget about class gaps and social injustice, and completely immerse themselves in the virtual world.
At the very least, they can reduce numerous hidden dangers in real society and provide one more outlet.
The saliva had dried up, Lin Chen pursed his lips and passed them expressionlessly.
It's Zhao Song again...
Lin Chen stopped moving and stared at the person on the screen.
He knows him.
Because he knew the identity of Professor Lin. In addition to being a doctoral supervisor in the medical school and senior director of JFJ General Hospital, Professor Lin also served as an independent director of Tesla and the head of a mysterious research institute under Zhao Song.
He had been there and wanted to be a guinea pig to make money, but on the way back from signing the contract, he found out that he had won the jackpot...
To this day, Lin Chen doesn't know the fact that he was hypnotized.
He was a reborn person, and no one told him, even though it was only for three days.
Even after all the money has been created, he still firmly believes that he is the protagonist!
"Little bones, go to the old place, add ten bottles of Yanjing to the skewers, and add a spicy stir-fried field snail, medium spicy."
"OK."
Xiao Gu was Lin Chen's former colleague at the blind massage parlor. Like him, they were both healthy people. However, in order to deal with the customers, he had to pretend to be visually impaired, so his eyes were a little slanted.
After Lin Chen won the lottery, he saw that he was an honest man and worked hard without complaining, so he made him his helper, letting Xiao Gu Gu help him with some chores after work.
He was very glad for his original decision. You must know that now his weight has grown towards 300 kilograms. Without small bones, God knows how he would drag his fat body to his favorite roadside barbecue restaurant-
—The owner of that unique shop still refuses to log in to the takeout platform.
After explaining dinner, Lin Chen, who was slumped on the sofa, picked up his phone again, opened the short video and browsed the watch list. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he clicked quickly.
"Dear netizens, I am still singing today."
A pleasant female voice came from the phone, making Lin Chen's whole body tingle.
"Netizens who like to listen, remember to have some snacks~"
"If you support me, you don't need to give me a reward, just come to my small bar, order a glass of wine, and listen to me singing live, that is the biggest gift."
"My name is..."
Lin Chen's circle is very narrow, not to mention that he is almost running out of money and has no capital to expand a larger circle.
His life is almost entirely confined to the community of Jingdong Futou.
The beauties on the Internet have nothing to do with him, and the wealth on the Internet has nothing to do with him. He knows that the most profitable way to make a living is to rent out the old dilapidated small house he bought ten years ago. The most beautiful woman he knows is the age and age in front of him.
He's pretty much the same, and he lives nearby...
"My name is Yu Bianbian!"
"I'm very happy that many netizens came to listen to my singing offline today. Friends who are willing to be on camera, come and say hello to everyone..."
The camera shook for a while, and countless heads of different shapes floated past. At first glance, they were all men.
Ha, man.
Lin Chen sneered.
Then, he paused...
"Fuck~"
Who is that!
"Boom~"
The live broadcast room exploded.
Countless rockets soared into the sky.
The administrator who came to check the abnormality was immediately pinned to the top of the live broadcast.
Then, this live broadcast room with a pretty female anchor who is over 30 years old quickly reached the top of the list!
Lin Chen gritted his teeth and muttered unwillingly:
"Zhao Song~ Why are you everywhere!"
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Futou, a small tavern.
Simple decoration, not simple atmosphere.
Fortunately, those who could come to the pub to drink considered themselves to be quality people, so there was no commotion.
Everyone quickly returned to their seats, drank wine, and looked at the female anchor and the man at the bar.
"Yu Bianbian~"
Zhao Song looked at the female anchor who lowered her head with a half-smile.
He still has memories of the Tesla banquet ten years ago. It was an important event for him in shaping employee culture for Tesla.
At the banquet, there were two uninvited guests, one was the overlord who wanted to see the world, and the other was Yu Bianbian, who was an intern at Tesla at the time and was responsible for receiving the overlord!
"Real name?"
Although the investigation revealed that this woman had suffered heart-wrenching and distressing experiences in the past ten years, Zhao Song did not let her go.
"There is no such name in Tesla's personnel file!"
Yu raised his head at the same time, his eyes moving, and what was flowing there was a kind of complexity that had experienced all kinds of things in the world. That look, if an honest man looked at it, he would be sorry for this woman's performance even if he was not a pick-up man.
But Zhao Song knew that she was not performing.
That banquet ten years ago made her make a wrong choice in her life, and that choice made her life go downhill.
"I see you are busy."
Yu Bianbian did not answer Zhao Song's question, but greeted him as if he had met an old friend.
Zhao Song knew that she was referring to the Jinmen signing in the short video, shook his head and said with a smile:
"I'm done with my work. Now I talk more. Then because of face issues, I attend some banquets. Most of the work is done by my subordinates."
After saying that, Zhao Song thought for a while, stared at the woman and said, "The banquet is a very high-end banquet. If you are still interested, I will take you there this time."
Yu smiled bitterly, with tears in his eyes, and shook his head:
"Boss, you haven't changed yet."
Ten years ago, he was her boss, and she saw what he did to protect his employees. However, what she saw was another side.
Zhao Song: "What about you? Have you changed?"
Yu remained silent.
Sighing and glancing at the mobile phone that was still live broadcasting, Zhao Song took the guitar from Yu Bianbian's hand, who had his head lowered, then straightened his mobile phone and appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Dear friends, I will bring you a song next. If you like it three times in a row, double click 666~"
"This song is first given to the live audience and you in front of the screen, and...
A woman named Yu Bianbian!"
The screen of the mobile phone was no longer viewable. The full screen of special effects caused the screen of this non-flagship phone to freeze. Zhao Song had no choice but to give up his plan to reply with a few sentences, cleared his throat and played the guitar:
"Your slightly decadent face
Thin lips contain a thousand lies
…………
Where to go with heavy makeup?
your pale eyes
When I look back inadvertently, I see the familiar neon lights at a loss.
I can't find your first tears in the sobbing alley
Just put your soul into an empty pocket and walk towards another stranger
Your slightly decadent face
………”
"A piece of "Fallen Angel" is given to you, to you in the past, and to you in the future!"
When the live broadcast ended and everyone dispersed, Zhao Song and Yu Bianbian were alone.
He looked at the woman seriously, his expression solemn as never before:
"If you want to make a change and change your future, just do one thing for me."
Yu nodded vigorously: "You say."
"Beijing City, outside the Southeast Fourth Ring Road, east of Huagong Road, I have been here ten years ago!"
Yu Bianbian: "..."
Another bad memory.
"I wanted to do a 'special foot massage' on a whim, and then I met you!"
Yu nodded.
"Ten years later, I had another whim and wanted to drink 'middle-aged men's wine', and I met you again!"
When a middle-aged man drinks alcohol, is it alcohol?
Yu Bianbian didn't know what was going on and just nodded again.
"So I think..." Zhao Song stared at Yu Bianbian seriously, "You must be related to this matter!"
"What's up?"
"You can't talk about anything," Zhao Song waved his hand, "You just need to help me find something, no, to be precise, find someone, someone whose behavior is abnormal from usual!"
"He may suddenly become rich, suddenly become smart, or behave differently than usual. As long as you know him, you must pay more attention to him."
Yu Bianbian seemed to understand something and looked at Zhao Song with wide eyes:
"Like when you first started college?"
"Yes!" Zhao Song admitted openly, "Just like when I first entered college, I suddenly transformed from an ordinary high school student to the world's richest man!"
"Me? By my side?" Yu Bianbian suddenly trembled. If another person told this matter, she would definitely treat it as a joke, but it was Zhao Song...
"Is there anyone like you?"
"Maybe~"
He threw his personal business card into Yu Bianbian's hand, and wandered away surrounded by security guards who suddenly appeared.
"It's here, I can feel it, but it's been ten years, why hasn't it moved?"
"Yu Bianbian?"
"Oh, what a stage name!"
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Futou, an old community.
Little Bones carried the food bag and beer box and trotted all the way.
Xiaoguan is not young. He is nearly thirty years old. He is not called Xiaoguan by the discriminatory nickname. He has another name.
It's just that over the years, I have become accustomed to being called by the person I have taken care of.
When he opened the door, what he saw in front of him was the person he was taking care of - Lin Chen.
The reason why I take care of him is because he suddenly became rich ten years ago, and he also gives himself the benefit of electricity from time to time, so he has been here all the way.
Xiaoguan squinted, quickly cleared the coffee table, put away the skewers and beer, opened the lid of the spicy snail box, took out a few toothpicks and put them aside, and then started eating and drinking with his 'master' while scrolling through his mobile phone.
"The rent will be collected in two days. Little Bones, please remember to collect it and tell those whose contracts have expired that the rent will be increased by 200 next month. If you don't want to just let it go."
"Yeah." Little Bones ate the meat skewers and nodded naively.
"Also~" Lin Chen took out his mobile phone, opened the live video and handed it to Xiao Gu, "Your sister Bian Bian is getting rich. When I see her tomorrow, I will ask her if she is free and invite her in my name.
Come home for dinner.”
"Yeah!" He still nodded innocently.
Lin Chen was very relieved about Little Bones, raised his wine glass, and took a sip.
"Cough cough cough~"
"Ahem~"
A violent cough kept coming.
At first, Lin Chen accidentally choked for a long time, until...
"Blood~"
Xiao Gu Gu quickly helped Lin Chen into his arms, picked up his cell phone and dialed 120.
Those quick, agile and decisive movements are not at all like his usual naive appearance.
If Lin Chen, who was coughing up blood at this moment, looked up, he would definitely find...
The small bones that usually make my eyes squint are no longer squinting.
That determined look, that angular face, how could it be so naive...
Little bones!
…………
Every cause must have an effect!
To have an effect, there must be a cause.
'It' will not exist alone. Without Zhao and Song, there will be someone to take over 'its' existence.
but……
What confuses Zhao Song is: What kind of person can survive for ten years without making people feel abnormal???
He doesn't know.
But he discovered Yu Bianbian this night, and the familiar fluctuations in her body made him feel that the answer was not too far away.
Now, he has more important things to do.
On the Fourth Ring Road, in a speeding Audi.
Zhao Song took out his cell phone and read an important text message.
"Accurate news is that Washington will impose sanctions on...ZTE in the near future!"