Chapter 51 - 1

Haunted

"Sister Juan, your expression looks strange. What happened?"

During the staff meal time, Xiao Liu noticed that Xiao Juan had zoned out several times. Even when the natives came over to talk, Xiao Juan didn't react.

"It's nothing." Xiao Juan shook her head and put down her chopsticks: "I'm full. I'm going out for a walk."

"Sister Juan." Brother Hu was outside. Seeing Xiao Juan come out, he quickly waved at her: "Sister Juan, the player who released the puppet mosquito to assassinate Mr. Zhao was eliminated last night."

Last night, a total of three players were eliminated. The player who used the puppet mosquito to assassinate Chao Musheng was a high-ranking player in the top 1000. If it weren't for Song Cheng's huge reaction this morning, he wouldn't have known that a high-level player had been eliminated so silently.

"What taboo did he violate?" Xiao Juan was a bit surprised. A player with two S-rank puppet mosquitoes definitely had some skills. How could there be no movement at all before he died?

"I don't know." Brother Hu shook his head: "Anyway, Song Cheng was scared out of his wits."

"Wait..." Xiao Juan finally realized what was wrong: "You mean, none of the natives remember the existence of this player, but Song Cheng still remembers?"

"Yes... huh?" Brother Hu also reacted: "That's right, why does Song Cheng still remember him?"

He was only thinking about scaring Song Cheng today and hadn't realized something was amiss.

A person who had clearly spoken and communicated with him suddenly became non-existent in the eyes of others. Wouldn't that be like seeing a ghost?

No wonder Song Cheng reacted so strongly. Anyone who encountered such a thing would go crazy for a couple of days.

"It is a bit strange." Brother Hu touched the bridge of his nose, gloating: "A trash NPC like him deserves to be scared crazy."

"What is all this stuff hanging on you?!" Chairman Song was pushed into the ward by his subordinates. After taking a few breaths of oxygen, he couldn't wait to take off the oxygen mask and point at the mess on Song Cheng's body, cursing loudly: "Look at yourself, and then look at Musheng. How can I rest assured handing the company over to you?"

Song Cheng lowered his head, his chest heaving violently. Although he didn't say a word, anyone could see he was unconvinced.

"If I knew you would embarrass yourself like this, I shouldn't have brought you to the Wangyue." He originally wanted to bring him to meet more elders in the business circle, but he didn't expect to cause so many jokes.

"You just didn't expect Chao Musheng to be on the Wangyue too. You feel I'm inferior to him and regret falling out with Second Uncle's family back then, right?" Song Cheng had been spoiled by Chairman Song for so many years, how could he accept Chairman Song's accusations: "It's a pity his surname is Zhao, not Song. If you hand the company over to him, be careful that the Song Corporation becomes the Zhao Corporation in the future!"

"You bastard!" Chairman Song was trembling with anger. Seeing the situation was bad, the nursing staff quickly put the ECG monitor on the old man.

He can't die here!

His heart rate was over 120 at such an old age. It seems the old man was really pissed off.

The secretary glanced at the heart rate value that was still rising on the monitor and spoke helplessly to smooth things over: "Young Master, the Chairman is also concerned about you. Please say less."

Mr. Zhao doesn't seem to care about the Song Corporation anyway, don't overthink it.

However, if the Chairman were to die of anger, the employees of the Song Corporation would be in big trouble.

"I'm wearing these things because I saw a ghost!" Song Cheng glanced at Chairman Song on the hospital bed and patiently recounted his experience with the thin man over the past few days. He looked at the secretary with an uneasy expression: "I remember you met him too. Do you still have any impression of him?"

"This..." The secretary felt that as the Chairman's first secretary, his memory should be okay, but he had no impression of the person the Young Master mentioned. He laughed dryly twice: "Maybe, maybe I didn't pay much attention usually."

The Chairman took off the oxygen mask with his trembling, aged hand and raised his hand to the medical staff: "Drag him down and give him a drug test."

"Grandpa, even you don't believe me?!" Song Cheng was held down by the medical staff and struggled hard: "I really saw a ghost!"

"Not good, the old man fainted again!"

The ward was in chaos, but Chao Musheng was sitting on a deck chair on the balcony with Secretary Liu, basking in the sun.

"Little Zhao, your room here is almost exactly the same as the Boss's room." Secretary Liu took a sip of freshly squeezed juice, his tone a bit envious, feeling that having the large suite on the 10th floor all to himself wasn't so fragrant anymore.

"How about I swap with you for two days?" Chao Musheng lifted his sunglasses and turned to look at Secretary Liu.

"Forget it." Secretary Liu shook his head vigorously: "I'm fine living alone."

If he was with the Boss, how could he sit on the sofa drinking beer and eating barbecue?

"You've been following the Boss closely these past two days. Is it because of what that commercial spy said?" Secretary Liu knew how popular Chao Musheng was among young people; he could hang out with anyone anywhere.

Chao Musheng smiled.

"With the Boss's net worth and status, there are more people plotting against him than people at a supermarket big sale. The Boss has rich experience in dealing with this, you don't need to worry about his safety." Seeing the smile on Chao Musheng's face, Secretary Liu knew he had guessed right: "Go play if you want to play. Leave the safety issues to the bodyguards."

"Did... Mr. Xu ask you to tell me this?" Chao Musheng was curious.

"Hasn't the Boss asked you several times in the past two days if you were bored staying in the room?" Secretary Liu swung his feet: "Although he didn't say it explicitly, I guess he was also worried that you would be bored in the room."

Although Little Zhao is very pleasing to the eye, he is 20 years old, in the prime of his youth. How can they let the kid stay cooped up in the room all the time?

He tilted his head and looked at Chao Musheng. Young, capable, and considerate. No wonder the Boss, who usually doesn't care about employees' private matters, is willing to stand up for Little Zhao.

"Sigh." Secretary Liu sighed: "After this voyage ends, there will be a pile of work to do. I really want to just get paid without working."

Chao Musheng giggled while holding his juice. Hearing a knock on the door, he put the juice on the small table and got up to open the door.

"Zhao Zhao." Xu Chenzhu looked at the clothes on Chao Musheng: shorts, short-sleeved shirt, and sunglasses.

Hearing movement on the balcony, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Why is Secretary Liu here too?"

"Boss." Secretary Liu ran over from the balcony: "I just finished organizing the documents, so I came to sit at Little Zhao's place."

"There's some work stuff, come with me." Xu Chenzhu turned his gaze back to Chao Musheng: "The workload isn't heavy, it's fine with Secretary Liu accompanying me. Go play by yourself in the afternoon."

"Okay, Mr. Xu." Chao Musheng dug out a sun hat from the closet and put it on his head, grinning: "Mr. Xu, you are just like my dad. If I stay at home for two extra days, he chases me out, afraid I'll become stupid staying in my room."

"Pfft!" Secretary Liu was amused by Chao Musheng's words: "The Boss couldn't give birth to a son as big as you."

"Hehe!" Chao Musheng waved his hand: "Mr. Xu, Brother Liu, I'm going out then."

Uncle Zhao hasn't sent him any messages for the past two days, he wanted to go check.

After Chao Musheng left, Xu Chenzhu looked at the smile that hadn't completely faded from Secretary Liu's face and turned around silently.

After a long time, long enough for the two of them to walk into the elevator with the bodyguards, Xu Chenzhu suddenly spoke: "Do I look very old?"

"The Boss is in the prime of life, with unparalleled momentum, where are you old?" Secretary Liu spoke without thinking: "Looking at the entire conference room, it's impossible for anyone to be more dazzling than you."

Another moment of silence. The moment the elevator doors opened, Xu Chenzhu spoke again: "There is someone."

"Absolutely impossible, unless the person speaking has eyes that have..."

"Zhao Zhao."

"Eyes that have a different perspective." Secretary Liu changed his tone: "Little Zhao and you are different types of dazzling, it's hard to compare. But I think, since you think Little Zhao is more dazzling than you, maybe in Little Zhao's eyes, you are also incomparably dazzling."

Xu Chenzhu looked back at him, seemingly waiting for him to continue.

"People, they are always prone to appreciating those with different characteristics from themselves." Secretary Liu smiled: "For example, in my eyes, both you and Little Zhao are very dazzling people."

At this moment, he was the world's greatest master of balancing water.

"Mn." Xu Chenzhu withdrew his gaze and turned to continue walking forward.

What does 'Mn' mean?

Is he satisfied or dissatisfied with his explanation?

"Ancestor, what exactly are you dissatisfied with?" The agent followed behind Song Xu: "The spokesperson for this luxury brand is hard to get. Now that they are willing to give us the title of brand ambassador, it's all for the sake of Kunlun."

Song Xu retorted: "Before that guy was shelved, he was the spokesperson for their branch line. When it comes to me, it's just a brand ambassador?"

The agent couldn't answer easily. He couldn't just say bluntly that Song Xu wasn't as good-looking as the other guy.

"Eh." He suddenly reached out and pulled Song Xu to the corner, lowering his voice: "Isn't that Young Master Song? Why would he come to the 5th floor?"

In a distant corner, Young Master Song was talking to a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and several strings of beads on his wrist. Young Master Song looked panicked, looking around from time to time, appearing a bit strange.

The agent took out his phone and secretly took two photos.

"What are you doing?" Song Xu pulled the agent to stand in the corner: "If Song Cheng discovers us, we are both finished."

"Don't worry about what he's doing, let's send the photos to Secretary Liu first." The agent said: "You are an artist who signed a ten-year contract with Kunlun. Mr. Zhao has a bad relationship with Song Cheng. If you don't cut ties with Song Cheng quickly now, do you still want Mr. Zhao to think you are in cahoots with him?"

"Is it that serious?" Song Xu was a little afraid.

"Of course. I heard that President Xu kicked Young Master Song in the conference room this morning." The agent sent the photos to Secretary Liu: "We don't care what Song Cheng is doing, we just need to let Secretary Liu understand that we are on Kunlun's side."

In just a few sentences, the heir of the Song family had changed from Young Master Song to Song Cheng in the agent's mouth.

"Clatter." A sound came from behind. The agent and Song Xu turned their heads together and saw Shen Ran sitting in a wheelchair.

Why is he here?!

Song Xu secretly peeked at the corridor; Song Cheng was still there and hadn't left.

He stopped Shen Ran's wheelchair and reminded him in a low voice with an unnatural expression: "Don't go over there, Song Cheng is over there."

Shen Ran's hand on the wheelchair armrest tightened, then slowly relaxed: "I came to discuss cooperation with a director, it has nothing to do with him."

There is a movie starting shooting in two months that requires filming an important dance scene. The director invited him for a friendly appearance, and the two agreed to meet at the restaurant on the fifth floor.

Song Xu glanced at the man and woman following Shen Ran: "Only two people accompanying you, isn't that a bit few?"

He was afraid that if Song Cheng went crazy, Shen Ran would be in big trouble again.

"Thank you for your reminder." Shen Ran looked at Song Xu seriously for the first time.

Song Xu was one of the lackeys around Song Cheng. Relying on Song Cheng, he entered and exited various high-end places, taking photos and posting them on social platforms to establish a noble son persona. When other lackeys jeered and mocked him, Song Xu didn't say much, but he didn't actively help him either.

"You're welcome." Song Xu avoided Shen Ran's gaze. Actually, before Song Cheng broke Shen Ran's leg, he didn't think he was pitiful.

For the powerless to climb up for fame and fortune, who doesn't bow and scrape to please others?

He and Shen Ran were both Song Cheng's dogs, just with different uses.

It wasn't until Song Cheng broke Shen Ran's leg that Song Xu discovered the madness in Song Cheng's bones. What is the difference between a dancer losing his legs and an actor being disfigured?

He couldn't help looking at Shen Ran's foot wrapped in gauze: "Your foot... is there any major problem?"

"The doctor said the treatment was timely and there won't be any sequelae." Shen Ran touched the injured leg: "Thank you for your concern."

"That's good." Song Xu laughed dryly. He didn't have much friendship with Shen Ran. Now that Shen Ran had connected with Chao Musheng, he, who was somewhat distantly related to the Song family, felt even more awkward.

"Song Cheng is gone." The agent had been peeking from the corner of the wall. When Song Cheng left carrying a few strings of beads, he turned back and smiled ingratiatingly at Shen Ran: "Mr. Shen, you can go over now."

To mix in the entertainment industry, having good judgment is very important.

"Thank you." Shen Ran left them in the elevator. Just when the two thought Shen Ran wouldn't pay attention to them anymore, he suddenly turned back to look at them.

"Mr. Shen, do you have anything else?" The agent felt cold sweat seeping out on his back.

"After the ship docks at the port, I will call the police and explain to them that Song Cheng implemented illegal imprisonment and intentional injury against me." Shen Ran's tone was calm: "You should prepare early."

The agent gasped. After Shen Ran walked away, he slowly came back to his senses: "Is he reminding us not to get involved in this public opinion storm?"

Song Xu squatted against the corner of the wall, his tone complex: "Old Xu, did we take the wrong path?"

Although his family couldn't compare to the Song family's great business, they could be considered a wealthy family.

Shen Ran had no power, no influence, and no fans, yet he dared to resist a behemoth like the Song family.

"People are different." The agent Old Xu comforted him: "Although your acting skills are a bit poor, your education level is a bit low, and your double eyelids are cut, at least you pay the taxes you should pay, and don't sleep with those you shouldn't sleep with. You are better than some but not as good as others. Shen Ran is a good person, he even gave us a plan to respond in advance. I will contact the PR team now to let you cut ties with the Song family in public opinion."

"Maybe he did it for the sake of Chao Musheng and Kunlun, so he kindly reminded us." Song Xu had low academic scores, but he was particularly talented in twists and turns: "Chao Musheng is the assistant to the President of Kunlun, and I am a Kunlun artist. For this reason, he was willing to remind us."

"Rounding it up, it equals us hugging Mr. Zhao's thigh. Hugging Mr. Zhao's thigh equals connecting with the big boss." Old Xu comforted himself: "Let's go, I'll take you to discuss a big production."

Chao Musheng walked around the sixth floor. He didn't find Chief Officer Zhao, nor did he see Shen Ran. Seeing artists performing singing and dancing on the stage on the 5th floor, he was too lazy to take the elevator and took the bodyguards directly to the safety passage.

Song Cheng, who had managed to shake off the bodyguards monitoring him, secretly contacted a "master" to buy warding beads, and fearing discovery, only dared to sneak down the stairs, thus ran into Chao Musheng at the corner of the stairs.