Chapter 51 - 2

Chao Musheng looked at Song Cheng. In just a few hours, he had even more religious and cultural merchandise on him.

Song Cheng looked at Chao Musheng, warily hiding the evil-warding beads behind him. He turned to go downstairs, only to find the bodyguards he thought he had shaken off standing at the entrance of the stairwell, looking at him expressionlessly.

The stairs were carpeted, so there was no sound when walking.

Song Cheng watched as Chao Musheng approached him step by step, and the wounds all over his body began to ache faintly.

Chao Musheng didn't say a word, but Song Cheng already felt timid.

"In the conference room this morning, didn't you have a lot to say?" Chao Musheng walked up to Song Cheng: "Why are you silent now?"

Clatter.

The newly bought evil-warding beads broke in Song Cheng's nervousness, and the beads scattered silently onto the carpet, without even the force to bounce or struggle, lying wherever they fell.

"Everything you've done, is it all for revenge against me?" Song Cheng's expression was twisted: "So what if your parents are loving? Everything in the Song family has nothing to do with you."

"Last month, my mother was maliciously attacked by many fans. You were the one who paid off the marketing accounts to stir up trouble, right?" Chao Musheng looked at Song Cheng: "To be honest, if I hadn't run into you on this ship, I would rarely think of you."

"You look down on me?" Song Cheng gritted his teeth: "On what grounds do you look down on me?"

"Because my moral standards are higher than yours?" Chao Musheng raised an eyebrow.

"You're just the son of a country woman..."

"Ow!"

Chao Musheng grabbed the strings of beads around Song Cheng's neck, slammed him to the ground, and gave him a sound beating.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"

Song Cheng couldn't bear the pain anymore and curled up in a ball, begging for mercy: "I won't talk about your mother again, please stop!"

"I dared to beat you on the first day on the ship. Now that the stairwell is full of my people, do you think I'll tolerate you?" Chao Musheng grabbed Song Cheng's neck: "What's wrong with the countryside? Our Zhaojiawan Village has beautiful mountains and clear waters, and everyone is a good person with thoughts and morals, unlike you who are rotten from the inside out."

"Cough, cough, cough!" After Chao Musheng let go, Song Cheng clutched his throat and coughed violently. This time, he didn't dare to say another word.

"Trash like you, anyone can look down on you." Chao Musheng glanced at the messy strings of beads on him: "Not necessarily, maybe ghosts can get attached to you. A gloomy person like you attracts gloomy ghosts."

Whoosh.

A gust of gloomy wind suddenly blew through the stairwell. Song Cheng flinched and clutched a fallen evil-warding bead tightly in his palm.

Ghosts, there are really ghosts.

Seeing him like this, Chao Musheng tutted.

He has the guts to treat people inhumanly, but not the guts to face ghosts.

What a stupid and evil piece of toxic trash.

Walking out of the stairwell, Chao Musheng saw three waiters standing in the corner, their heads bowed, not daring to look at him.

He looked back at Song Cheng who was still lying on the ground, smiled at the waiters, and the waiters buried their heads even lower.

"Mr. Song." After Chao Musheng left, the four bodyguards responsible for monitoring Song Cheng stood around him: "The ground is cold. If you're tired, remember to go back to your room to sleep."

Song Cheng clutched his swollen face, grabbed the handrail of the stairs to get up with difficulty, and couldn't help but say: "You are President Xu's bodyguards, why are you so obedient to Chao Musheng?"

The bodyguards didn't speak.

Another gust of gloomy wind blew through the stairwell. Song Cheng looked up and seemed to see a girl in a school uniform floating past him.

Clatter, clatter.

The things hanging on him, as if stimulated by something, suddenly fell off him.

There are really ghosts here!

Song Cheng trembled and backed out of the stairwell, his adrenaline soaring, and turned to run.

"Huh?" Chao Musheng saw Song Cheng run past him like a gust of wind, and for the first time, he doubted his own beating ability.

So resilient, so energetic, so fast. It seems I should hit him harder next time.

The three players standing outside the stairwell, who had witnessed everything, only dared to breathe after everyone had left.

One player carefully picked up a bead that had fallen at the entrance, to see if he could trade it with the system.

[Ding, useless glass bead, not tradable]

The player threw the bead into the trash can in disgust. As expected, finding treasures in the instance was just a rumor on the player forums.

"Those two people just now, what are their identities?" They were responsible for cleaning the stairwells from the 5th to the 9th floor. Seeing the messy strings of beads scattered all over the stairwell, they could only bend down and pick them up one by one.

"I don't know, but the one who got beaten is quite resilient. He was wailing in pain but could still run so fast." Another player picked up a few beads hidden under the carpet and suddenly felt a chill on his back. He looked back, but there was nothing.

Strange, he had asked the natives, there had never been any horror stories related to the stairs on this cruise ship. Why does it feel so gloomy?

Compared to the seriousness of the 15th floor, the 5th floor was almost full of handsome men and beautiful women with exquisite makeup.

Chao Musheng had only walked less than ten steps when five people came up to talk to him. Especially some directors who wanted to attract investment, their eyes lit up when they saw Chao Musheng with bodyguards behind him.

Someone who can bring four private bodyguards out must be a young master from a wealthy and powerful family.

Lian Hai was having fun with a few friends. Seeing many people in the venue looking in one direction, he also looked up.

"Mr. Zhao!" He recognized the person and immediately got up to greet him enthusiastically: "You came down alone?"

"Young Master Lian?" Chao Musheng replied with a smile: "I'm just wandering around."

"If you don't mind, come and sit with me." Seeing that Chao Musheng still remembered him, Lian Hai smiled even more happily.

"Then I'll trouble Young Master Lian." Chao Musheng followed Lian Hai to the table and found that there were several familiar big stars at the same table.

"Just call me Dahai." Lian Hai introduced to his friends: "This is Mr. Zhao, my guest of honor."

"Hello, Mr. Zhao." Some people at the table knew Chao Musheng, and some didn't, but from Lian Hai's attitude, it was clear that this Mr. Zhao was a big shot who couldn't be offended.

Everyone present was eager to please, so of course, they wouldn't make Chao Musheng feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"Wow!"

When Chao Musheng rolled all six dice to sixes, the deliberate flattery of the second-generation rich kids turned into sincere admiration: "Brother Zhao, how did you do that?"

"It's all about the feel." Chao Musheng threw the dice into the dice cup and handed it to a female artist in the corner who didn't talk much: "Do you want to try too?"

The female artist was flattered and said: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

"You're welcome." Chao Musheng smiled: "I remember last month when Time Magazine urgently replaced the cover artist, you were the one who saved the day."

Lu Qian was stunned. When she first debuted, she had received a favor from the editor-in-chief of Time Magazine, so last month when Time urgently replaced the cover artist, she took the risk of public opinion to help.

Moreover, this favor was not for nothing. Afterwards, the editor-in-chief of Time helped her connect with a certain luxury brand.

This kind of exchange of interests and favors is the norm in the industry. She didn't expect Mr. Zhao to know about this.

"Brother Zhao, are you also interested in the entertainment industry?" Lian Hai's address for Chao Musheng had changed from Mr. Zhao to Brother Zhao: "Time has a fashion event this month, shall we go together?"

"My family's work has some connection with the entertainment industry, so I occasionally pay attention." Chao Musheng shook his head: "But I never participate in entertainment industry events."

"Then what do you usually do at home?" Lian Hai held the dice cup and shook it for a long time but couldn't achieve the same effect as Chao Musheng.

"Read books, sleep in, play on the computer." Chao Musheng pressed down on the dice cup Lian Hai was holding: "Follow the force of my hand."

Rattle, rattle. After a shake, Chao Musheng let go and said to Lian Hai: "Open it and see."

Lian Hai carefully lifted the lid of the cup. The six dice were standing upright together, with the top one being a six.

He took off the top one, and the one below was also a six.

"Brother Zhao, you are this!" Lian Hai gave Chao Musheng a thumbs up.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Chao Musheng accepted the admiring gazes of the whole table with a smile, rolled a six-six-six again with the dice, and then took out his phone to take a picture and post it on his Moments.

[Zhao Zhaomu Mu: Basic operation.]

The comment section was full of likes and teasing.

[Fourth Brother is showing off again.]

[So this is the good life on the cruise ship?]

[Brother Zhao, where are you having fun?]

[Very impressive.]

The comment "Very impressive" was left by "Xu".

Looking at this comment, Xu Chenzhu's face inexplicably appeared in Chao Musheng's mind.

Mr. Xu's tone when praising people seems to be like this too.

Serious, yet with a hint of an elder's tolerance.

He opened the president's office chat group. Mr. Xu's profile picture was the system's default gray frame. It was clear that after this account was registered, the profile picture had never been changed.

This style of doing things is very much in line with Mr. Xu's temperament.

"Young Master Lian." A chubby director walked over with a wine glass, his eyes sweeping towards Chao Musheng: "Young Master Lian has good taste, to actually..."

"This is my Brother Zhao." Lian Hai guessed what the director wanted to say, and broke out in a cold sweat, quickly interrupting the director: "Today is my private party, we're not talking about investment."

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, hello, Mr. Zhao." The director immediately reacted, holding his wine glass and bowing repeatedly to Chao Musheng, then scurried away to a corner in embarrassment.

"It's not the fault of the people in the entertainment industry for misunderstanding, Brother Zhao, you are too good-looking." Lian Hai joked to ease the atmosphere: "Sitting with you, we look like a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates."

The stars at the same table also chimed in.

"If Mr. Zhao entered the entertainment industry, what would be left for us?"

"That's right, if Mr. Zhao enters the industry today, my fans will climb the wall tomorrow."

As everyone was laughing and talking, it suddenly became quiet all around.

Chao Musheng turned his head and saw a silver glint on a pair of glasses.

Why is Mr. Xu here?

Xu Chenzhu's gaze searched around and finally landed on Chao Musheng's table.

Although the artists at the table didn't know this person, they all felt a little intimidated. Which big shot from upstairs has descended to the mortal world?

"Zhao Zhao." Xu Chenzhu walked to the table and looked at the men and women surrounding Chao Musheng: "The bodyguards said you were on the 5th floor, so I came to see."

Clatter.

The dice that were standing in a row suddenly fell.

"Mr. Xu." Chao Musheng picked up the dice one by one: "Dahai, we'll play next time, I'll be leaving first."

"It's okay, I just came to see." Xu Chenzhu's tone was gentle: "As long as you're having fun."

"Ah, there's a ghost!"

A scream came from outside, it was Song Cheng's voice.

Chao Musheng's eyes lit up, and he craned his neck to look outside the door.