The shaking was too strong, and Ying Zijin had to stop.
She took off her headphones. "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Look, look over there!" Xiu Yu was very excited. "Look to the right!"
Ying Zijin pressed her head and looked in the direction she was pointing at.
It was a big screen. Qing Zhi often broadcasted awards and students who were punished.
However, at this time, a person's photo was shown.
It was a young man in a blue suit. He looked about 24 years old.
There was a name and a brief introduction next to him, but Ying Zijin did not look at it.
There was nothing special about it. She was not very interested.
"Ahhhh!" Xiu Yu was still crazy. "Shang Yaozhi, Shang Yaozhi is coming to our school! Ahhhh, I'm dead! "
Ying Zijin raised her hand to press Xiu Yu to prevent her from fainting. "Yes, who is it?"
"Shang Yaozhi! The youngest Best Actor in the entertainment industry! "Xiu Yu was a little surprised." Papa YIng, aren't you on Weibo? You don't know him? "
Ying Zijin was silent for a while.
She was on Weibo. Most of the time, she was looking at food livestreams, recipes, or pet bloggers.
At the same time, she also shared Old Mr. Zhong's edited videos.
"Wow, no, no, Papa YIng, I want to recommend my idol to you." Xiu Yu pointed at the big screen. "Shang Yaozhi, 24 years old this year. He debuted seven years ago and won the Golden Flower Award last year."
"Among the young actors after 1995, he was the only one who won the Best Actor award. Isn't he amazing?"
Ying Zijin had never been exposed to such things. She replied, "Yes, he is quite amazing."
"I didn't expect him to come to our school to give a speech. Why is the principal so rich recently?" Xiu Yu suddenly slapped her forehead. "I forgot. He graduated from our school's art class. Later, he was promoted to the Capital Drama Academy."
Forget it, she took back her words of praise for the principal.
"I've never seen him before when I was in the capital," Xiu Yu said again, "Papa YIng, let's go to the lecture together. I'll help you get the tickets."
Ying Zijin paused for a moment and took back the words that she did not want to go.
Anyway, he could sleep during the lecture. It was just uncomfortable without a pillow.
Xiu Yu said excitedly, "Papa YIng, I'm sure you don't know that Shang Yaozhi is actually a triple-star. He has a drama this summer, and I must watch it."
Triphibian stars referred to those who were involved in the film industry, TV drama industry, and music industry.
Hearing this, Ying Zijin took another look at the big screen.
He was not as good-looking as Fu Yunshen.
Forget it, I won't look.
**
At the Fu family's mansion.
Master Fu's health had improved a lot recently, and he wouldn't faint so often.
But because the toxins had not been cleared, there were still some hidden dangers.
When Ying Zijin treated Master Fu, he was asleep, so he didn't know that he was being treated.
Fu Yunshen's original intention was to hide it from Master Fu, so that he would not be overly worried.
The Fu family's family gathering was on the 15th of every month.
On this day, even if they did not get along on the surface, they still had to go back to the mansion to have a meal with Master Fu.
Although Master Fu's health was not good, he still had a lot of shares in the Fu Group and a few big businesses in his hands.
Because of this, even if some people with ulterior motives wanted to do something, they could only do it secretly. On the surface, they still had to behave themselves.
Master Fu had a total of four sons. In his generation alone, there were ten siblings in Fu Yunshen's generation.
This did not include the families of Master Fu's brothers.
So every month, there would be dozens of people gathered at the Fu family's mansion for the family gathering.
Fu Mingcheng did not like family gatherings, because every time the other families came to the Fu family's mansion, they would ask him all sorts of questions and flatter him.
But he was Master Fu's eldest son, so he had to entertain these people.
"Mingcheng, each of your sons is more promising than the other." The person who spoke was a rich lady, and she sounded envious. "I heard that Yihan set up his own company, and it's not a small one. I heard that he has connections with the big families in the capital?"
Fu Yihan was Fu Mingcheng's eldest son, and he was also the eldest grandson of the Fu family's young master, Master Fu.
Fu Mingcheng was very impatient, but he couldn't say it out loud.
But when she praised Fu Yihan, he was very pleased and only nodded lightly. "You're too kind. Yihan is just casually doing it. His company is just a small workshop, it's not worth mentioning."
"Sigh, you're not being too kind." The rich lady laughed. "Yihan is so capable, Fu Group will definitely prosper in his hands. Old Master will be happy too, unlike some people …"
As she spoke, she changed the topic and said with contempt, "They idle around every day, going to brothels. One day, they will do something immoral and bring shame to the Fu family."
"It's really strange. They have the same father and the same mother, but why are they so different?"
When she said this, everyone in the living room stopped what they were doing.
Of course, they knew who the rich lady was talking about.
Besides Fu Yunshen, who else could it be?
Fu Mingcheng did not react when he heard the first part of what she said.
But when he heard the last part, his expression changed and he became very gloomy.
"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." The rich lady's heart skipped a beat and she quickly tried to salvage the situation. "Mingcheng, I'm a straightforward person, please don't mind me."
Fu Mingcheng glanced at her coldly and ignored her this time.
The rich lady's expression did not look too good.
It was almost time for dinner and the Fu family was all ready at the dining table, waiting for Master Fu to come down.
At six o 'clock sharp, footsteps could be heard from upstairs.
Master Fu walked down the stairs slowly with Fu Yunshen beside him, supporting him from time to time.
Seeing this scene, Fu Yichen snorted coldly. "You only know how to please Grandpa. Useless."
When Madam Fu heard this, she asked him to shut up.
Fu Yichen did not say anything else and watched coldly as Fu Yunshen sat down on the right side of Master Fu.
As long as Fu Yunshen was around, Fu Mingcheng could not sit in that seat.
Halfway through the meal, Master Fu suddenly put down his chopsticks.
His every move was being watched. When he stopped, everyone else stopped as well.
"Since everyone is here today, we can talk about some things." Master Fu coughed and said calmly, "My health is deteriorating, so there are some things that I will have to tell them soon."
Hearing this, the Fu family at the dining table could not help but change their expressions.
However, quite a few of them revealed joyous expressions.
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Fu Mingcheng frowned and said calmly, "Why are you saying such discouraging things when you are still sitting here?"
"You know whether I am discouraging or not." Master Fu glanced at him. "Today, I will make an announcement."
He waved his hand and the professional manager, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came forward and handed over a document.
Master Fu put on his reading glasses and flipped through the document. He said, "I am going to give out some of my businesses."
Hearing this, Fu Mingcheng was tempted, but he restrained himself.
If Old Master Fu wanted to give out some of his businesses, he would naturally start with him, the eldest son.
However, Old Master Fu's next words made Fu Mingcheng's expression turn ugly instantly.
"Yunshen will take over Imperial Fragrance Workshop."
Not only Fu Mingcheng, but the rest of the Fu family did not look any better.
Fu Yichen said angrily, "Grandpa, have you gone senile? Imperial Fragrance Workshop is the signature of the Fu family. How can you give it to a spoiled brat? Aren't you afraid that he will lose everything? "
"Yichen!" Mrs. Fu scolded him. "How can you talk to your brother like that?"
Old Master Fu looked over with an indifferent expression.
"Grandpa, it's okay." Fu Yunshen looked up and smiled cynically. His tone was casual. "I don't want it. You should give it to someone else."
Fu Yichen sneered and only dared to mock him in a low voice. "At least you know your place."
"If Xiaoqi doesn't want it, then we will leave it for now." To everyone's surprise, Master Fu did not intend to give Imperial Fragrance Workshop to anyone else. "Then let's eat first. We will talk about it another day."
Everyone had different thoughts about the meal. After the meal, the other families left in a hurry.
Fu Yichen followed Fu Mingcheng into the study and immediately exploded.
"Dad, I really don't understand. How is Big Brother not better than Fu Yunshen? And what right does Grandpa have to give Imperial Fragrance Workshop to him over you? "
Fu Mingcheng didn't say anything and frowned.
"Dad, why do you think Grandpa likes a spoiled brat so much?" He couldn't understand and was even angrier. "Is Grandpa blind? Can't he see how good Big Brother is? "
"Don't say such things in the future." Fu Mingcheng's voice was stern. "Especially in front of your Grandpa. You are not young anymore. Can you think before you speak?"
Fu Yichen's anger dissipated. "I just can't stand him."
Fu Mingcheng waved his hand. "At least your Grandpa didn't give Imperial Fragrance Workshop away today."
After a pause, he added, "Give your Big Brother a call."
Fu Yichen's eyes lit up and he went out happily.
Fu Mingcheng was still sitting in the study. After a while, he took out his key and opened the drawer. He took out a piece of paper and his expression turned cold.
**
After Master Fu went to rest, Fu Yunshen didn't stay at the Fu family's house for long.
He got into his Maserati and was about to return to his single apartment in the city.
Just as he placed his hand on the steering wheel, his phone rang.
It wasn't his smartphone, but his black cell phone.
There was no caller ID.
Fu Yunshen glanced at it and picked it up. "What's the matter?"
The person on the other end was breathing heavily and didn't say a word for a long time.
Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes narrowed and his smile faded. "Speak."
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Therefore, there are no prototypes for characters in the entertainment industry. There are none. The author made them up.
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