Brain Storage: After storage, gain Luck +1, Wealth +1, Stamina +1 per hour with no side effects…
(The author of this book has not hired anyone to inflate ratings.
If this is a lie, I'll be a total failure.
Those who claim this was inflated should think first: who would be so bored as to inflate a brain?
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Capital, a high-end residential area on a spring afternoon.
"Are you ready? Hurry up and come resolve this."
A soft, yet not delicate, voice drifted through the door crack into Chen Fang's ears.
Chen Fang opened his eyes, and a luxurious bathroom gradually appeared in his blurry vision.
The distant boat-shaped bathtub reflected a soft glow.
A moment later, Chen Fang realized he had transmigrated!
This was a parallel world.
Chen Fang slowly stood up, leaning on the sink and looking into the mirror.
When he saw the face in the mirror, identical to his own, he nearly cursed aloud.
Damn it! He transmigrated, but it's still this face?
This superficial, trashy world is so annoying!
Being this handsome, he couldn't tell who truly loved him.
In this world, he was even more confused because he was a top-tier idol.
His musical ability was average, but with his obedient face and loyal-dog persona, he quickly garnered fans.
His face practically screamed: "Your momentary whim is my heartfelt sincerity."
One glance could make netizens imagine a gambling father, a sick mother, a sister in school, and a broken him.
In his previous life, he was a university student and a part-time stand-up comedian; his mouth was practically a controlled weapon.
Now, asking him to be a docile idol is a bit much, isn't it?
But an idol! One drama could earn him millions.
In his previous life, he worked hard, harder, and even harder, told that studying hard would lead to a good job.
He thought graduation would be smooth sailing, but instead, he faced endless mountains.
Finally, he saw through the truth of capitalism: "hard work" just meant a slave doing double the work, didn't it?
That day, tears soaked his duck leg rice, and he swore to earn five million in his next life.
Now, the opportunity was right in front of him.
Chen Fang clenched his fists.
He was a pervert before, but now he is now!
Chen Fang looked into the mirror, trying to force out a warm smile and a gaze as affectionate as if looking at a dog.
But the man in the mirror's lips curled into a wild, mischievous grin, enough to make a non-mainstream young lady of the Funeral Love family fall deeply in love, and the light in his eyes was enough to make a dog by the roadside tuck its tail and flee in panic.
Chen Fang clenched his fists.
No, I can't do it!
Forget it.
A true man stands tall; how can he serve others with his looks?!
He had to change his persona!
Another segment of memory flooded his mind: being kept by a 30-year-old sugar mommy, kissing in luxury cars, receiving a two hundred million villa to live in, and endless film and television resources.
A powerful figure in the industry? And 30 years old?!
Cough! Changing for love is what a true man does!
Chen Fang looked back at the exquisitely decorated grand villa.
Indeed, lovers become mortgage slaves, and homeowners find their true love!
Is this our love nest?
"Don't make me wait too long."
That mature woman's voice came from outside the door again.
"Coming," Chen Fang replied.
Although this young man was willing to sacrifice himself for love, he had no practical experience; wouldn't he be exposed?
He had to find a way to muddle through today and then watch videos of offline public area electronic device playback enforcement officers to study diligently.
Chen Fang opened the door and saw a woman in her early 30s elegantly sitting on the sofa, with her legs crossed.
Her seaweed-like brown curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the silver-rimmed glasses on her high nose bridge added a touch of cold elegance to her.
Hmm?
Did the sugar mommy look so human-like?
The jumbled information in his mind churned, and for a moment, he couldn't recall the sugar mommy's name.
Chen Fang closed the bathroom door, walked to the opposite side of the woman, and sat down.
"I'm feeling a bit unwell today, could we..."
"No, you can't.
I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The woman's slender fingers reached into her bag, lightly tugged, and pulled out a thin black string.
Chen Fang held his breath, lowering his head slightly.
In his previous life, he was still searching for a university student employment guide at the last moment, and now he was going straight to this step?
Crack!
A transparent document bag tied with a black string was thrown in front of him.
The paper inside the bag had five striking characters printed on it: Termination Agreement.
Termination?!
Where's my employment guide?!
The next moment, a white light flashed before his eyes.
Under the stimulation of the "Termination Agreement," undigested memories flooded his mind, and all he could hear was the roaring of his heartbeat.
Whether it was memory playing tricks on him or fate playing tricks on him, the person in front of him was not the sugar mommy, but his agent, He Xuantai.
As for true love, not only did he have a sugar mommy, but he also dated a struggling actress, seduced an outside-the-industry girlfriend, and even flirted with program interns.
Unfortunately, it was all fake.
However, scandals of being kept, harassing interns, and two-timing were successively exposed.
For an idol with a loyal-dog persona, this was a direct hit to his vital point.
One shot after another, each hitting him where it hurt, public opinion plummeted like a falling building.
What was even worse was that he truly didn't have a sugar mommy to call out to for help.
Chen Fang took a deep breath, tilting his head back 45 degrees to prevent tears from falling.
God, are you really treating me like a grandchild?
You said it wouldn't happen, and then you truly changed the script to make it not happen?
I was wrong!
I won't pretend anymore!
I won't be sentimental!
I can!
I am that kind of person!
Can you bring the rich woman back?
Chen Fang slowly lowered his head, looking at the "Termination Agreement" in his hand.
That's not right; as a top-tier idol in his prime, his commercial value was extremely high.
Why didn't the company protect him, but instead gave up after a brief struggle, even allowing marketing accounts to fuel public opinion?
A moment later, Chen Fang's brow furrowed slightly.
High-level scandal!
The best way to hide a scandal is to provide the public with a bigger, more provocative scandal.
Let the public become the weasel in the melon patch, eating melons until their eyes blur.
A rival company spread rumors, and his own company gave up.
The original owner's skill was poor, but he truly loved music.
However, after enduring insults day and night for the past half-month, and realizing he was cornered, he actually chose to commit suicide.
Damn it, such a small me was killed by rumors like this.
Speaking of which, he absolutely could not quit the entertainment industry now!
Once the hype died down, even if the facts were clarified, no one would care.
"Innocent until proven guilty" only applies to law, not to Capital, and certainly not to human hearts.
If he withdrew now, it would be for life!
He could terminate the contract, but he had to negotiate terms with the company and with He Xuantai.
Negotiate terms... what leverage did he have?
Chen Fang looked up, scrutinizing the handsome face in the mirror opposite him, and took a deep breath.
Forget it, people are either being exploited or working like beasts of burden.
If he could sell himself for a good price, what's wrong with selling his soul?
Chen Fang looked at He Xuantai, who was replying to messages on her phone.
"Sister He, I recently heard a rumor that the company has encountered other problems."
He Xuantai looked up.
Was he threatening her?
Just as this thought emerged, she met Chen Fang's clear, sincere gaze.
"The company's kindness to me is something I can never repay.
If I can appear in the public eye, attract attention, and allow the leaders to focus their energy on resolving the rumors, that would also be a way to repay the company's kindness."
He Xuantai stared at Chen Fang.
She had been worried lately that he might suffer from depression or even take his own life.
She hadn't expected him to be able to face the barrage of rumors directly?
Could it be that he realized the company didn't protect him and wanted to go down fighting?—This thought just emerged, and He Xuantai immediately dismissed the possibility.
He couldn't possibly speak carelessly.
Firstly, he couldn't possibly know what problems the company's higher-ups had.
Secondly, he had no background or resources; if he dared to openly provoke Capital, he would truly be tired of living.
He just wanted to fight for another chance, right?
A morally corrupt live target, bouncing around in the public eye, indeed attracted attention and fire.
He Xuantai smiled faintly: "The company hasn't encountered any problems.
Although your matter has been reported to the police, it will take at least a year and a half, or even two or three years, to investigate, clarify, and litigate.
You have a soft personality, and the company is worried that you can't withstand the rumor attacks, which is why we suggested you transition to behind the scenes."
Chen Fang snorted in his heart.
Terminating the contract and going behind the scenes, that was just fooling idiots.
Given the original owner's ability, transitioning to behind the scenes?
Heh!
Then I'll use my strength to show you all how important looks truly are!
He Xuantai leaned forward, hooked the black string of the folder, and pulled it towards herself.
"If you are confident you can withstand the rumors, I can contact the director and try to get you a chance.
But I can't guarantee 100% success.
Even if we successfully negotiate, you'll likely be terminated before going on the variety show.
I can only try my best to get you opportunities and compensation.
Be mentally prepared."
"Thank you, Sister He.
Luckily, you're still willing to help me."
Chen Fang tried to make his voice sound hoarse and choked.
"I've managed you for over a year, and I thought you could go further..."
Although He Xuantai had seen this face countless times, she still found it a bit hard to resist, and a sense of regret welled up in her heart.
He was originally scheduled to participate in three variety shows next month: "Peach Blossom Spring," "Challenge Unlimited," and "the adventures," as well as an audition for a major IP historical drama.
Now, it was difficult to even secure one variety show.
He Xuantai's heart softened, and she said, "If you get a chance to participate in a show, your persona will need a slight adjustment.
Think about how to adjust it recently.
Don't look so worried, okay?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Sister He, for causing you trouble."
Chen Fang forced a smile.
He Xuantai thought for a moment and continued, "Your previous persona was that of a loyal dog.
I originally planned for you to go on the cultural experience reality show "the adventures" next month, to establish a down-to-earth and obedient image while secretly promoting a CP: a straight-laced, clumsy dog being played by a beautiful older sister.
What a great pairing, it's a pity."
Upon hearing the pairing of "a straight-laced, clumsy dog being played by a beautiful older sister," Chen Fang's stand-up comedy soul, cultivated day and night, burned fiercely.
A surge of associative comedy creativity gushed out, and he blurted out jokingly, "Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw the woman opposite him freeze.
The next moment, an electronic voice sounded in his mind.
【He Xuantai's Negative Emotion Value +66!】
【Congratulations, Host, you have successfully activated the All-Round Superstar's Negative Emotion Value System!】
【Giving Host a Life-Saving Gift Pack!】
【Would Host like to open it now?】
