The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 3: A reborn person without a golden finger can only be a plagiarist?
Having spent more than ten years in the world of fame and fortune in his previous life, Xu Jiuyang had long been disenchanted with the people and things in that circle. So what if he was a female celebrity? Many of them were not necessarily prettier than internet celebrities, especially those ordinary women born 20 years ago - of course, giving X could still improve his evaluation.

He also knows how the real society works. Many times, even if you know what the process is and what the result is, you still can't get on the bus without help from noble people.

You could say he's cynical, you could say he's overambitious, you could say the grapes are sour, but it's a fact that it's the body, not the mindset, that rejuvenates.

Of course, there may be changes in the future due to the hormone levels of young bodies, but that is a matter of the future.

"So, it's still the system's fault." Xu Jiuyang muttered, but he was not particularly discouraged. Although he couldn't count on financial freedom, he could still look forward to financial freedom.

Buy some hot stocks, some coins, some houses, and some land. One or two small goals are entirely possible, so... you have to start saving capital from now on.

"The problem is, this matter is still...eh?" Xu Jiuyang scratched his head and wanted to sigh, but unexpectedly a little girl walked past him.

She was a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, with long hair and wearing a floral dress. She was adorable and looked very similar to Fan Qiaoqiao from the side.

This is not the point. The point is that she is holding a magazine with the words "Science Fiction World" written on it.

Xu Jiuyang thought for a moment and then caught up with him. "Classmate, can I see your magazine?"

He said with a grin.

The girl turned around and looked at him warily: "Who are you?"

Xu Jiuyang was stunned for a moment. Oh my god, she really looks like Fan Bingbing, especially her eyebrows, they are just too tender.

"My name is Li Lei, and I just want to see the magazine in your hand." He said after rolling his eyes.

"Why don't you call me Han Meimei?" The girl rolled her eyes at him, obviously getting the joke. Her reaction was quite impressive.

"Han Meimei is obviously a girl's name. If I were called Han Meimei, that would be ridiculous," Xu Jiuyang chuckled. "Or, how about you just call yourself Han Meimei?"

The girl rolled her eyes even more. "My name is Zhao Xinbing, not Han Meimei."

"Zhao Xinbing?" Xu Jiuyang muttered, and looking at her face he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Why don't you call me Yan Zijin?"

"What do you mean?" The girl was unhappy.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not laughing..." Xu Jiuyang tried hard to control himself, but when he looked at her face and thought of that name, he couldn't help laughing again.

"You were obviously laughing! You never stopped!" The girl was really angry now.

However, Xu Jiuyang wanted to laugh even more. Oh my god, could it be that you are also reborn? You picked up this joke so well!

So he answered without thinking: "Mr. Zhao, I have received strict training. No matter how funny something is, I won't laugh... unless I can't help it!"

After saying that, he quickly raised his hands and said, "Okay, actually, this is the case. I used to have a classmate named Zhao, also a girl. She was very good at telling jokes, and when I saw you, I couldn't help but think of her."

"Do I look like a three-year-old child?" The girl who called herself "Zhao Xinbing" immediately "cut" out.

"Really?" Xu Jiuyang said seriously, "If you don't believe me, I'll tell you a joke. There's a mental hospital..."

However, before he could finish his words, the girl spoke first, "You are the head of the third floor. Do you really think I'm a fool?"

She crossed her arms, her chin lifted high, her smug expression making her even more adorable. "What? I haven't finished yet," Xu Jiuyang waved his hand. "A reporter interviewed the director of a mental hospital and asked him how to determine if a patient has recovered. The director said, 'We fill a bathtub with water, place a basin and a spoon next to it, and ask him to empty the bathtub as quickly as possible.'"

He paused here and looked at the girl with a grin, who immediately hummed, "Of course, use a basin."

Xu Jiuyang put away his smile and said seriously, "Sorry, we normal people just pull out the plug."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted. She glared at him angrily, but she didn't know what to say. After a while, she stuffed the magazine in her arms into his hand and said, "Give it back to me quickly."

"Thank you." Xu Jiuyang didn't act pretentiously and flipped through the pages quickly.

It took him about five minutes to finish reading the "Science Fiction World" in his hand, and he showed a satisfied look. Very good, everything was as expected.

"Are you looking for something?" The girl who was observing nearby couldn't help but ask curiously.

"That's about right," Xu Jiuyang nodded as he closed the magazine and handed it back to her. "With this kind of quality, I'm definitely capable of writing it."

"You're kidding, right?" The girl narrowed her eyes, seemingly unconvinced. But she quickly thought of something and said tentatively, "Then let me ask you, if you could predict the future, and there were no time constraints, what would you do?"

"That's a question..." Xu Jiuyang, in a good mood, didn't tease her, but thought carefully, "If it were me, I would follow the path I predicted."

"Hey?" The girl frowned slightly, "Why is this?"

"You don't copy the answers but insist on solving the problems yourself. You must be seriously ill." Xu Jiuyang argued.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then asked again, "But what if this road is difficult and we will get into trouble if we are not careful?"

Xu Jiuyang looked her up and down, not disguising the mocking expression on his face: "You can predict the future, but you can't avoid those unfortunate things?"

"I...I'm just testing you!" the girl said embarrassedly after she came to her senses.

"Are you still testing me?" Xu Jiuyang laughed heartily. He couldn't suppress his evil spirit after all, and tapped the other person's forehead lightly. "I, Rat, have eaten more rice than you have walked."

The girl turned red and hot at a speed visible to the naked eye. She rolled up the "Science Fiction World" in her hand and hit him with it. Unfortunately, someone was one step faster. After tapping her forehead, he ran away, shouting in a mean way as he ran: "Come on, come on, catch up with me, and I'll make you hehehehe!"

The furious little girl naturally chased after him relentlessly, but unfortunately Xu Jiuyang ran faster than a dog and left her behind in just two or three seconds.

"Oh, it feels so good to tease a little girl." Someone stopped and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling proud.

To be precise, it was teasing a little girl that he didn't know. There were girls among the children at the company's residence, but teasing them would get him reported.

"Who told her to use a fake name to fool me?" Xu Jiuyang felt no guilt at all.

That’s right, although the little girl concealed it very well, he was a man, how could he not notice the trick, so he gave her a small punishment and a severe warning.

What? You said I gave a fake name first? How can it be the same?

After recovering his composure, Xu Jiuyang began to look for his father's team, while thinking about how to tell him that he wanted to write a science fiction novel and submit it.

There is no way. It is difficult for people to make money beyond their cognition. The only way to make money that he can think of at the moment is to be a plagiarist, and a science fiction plagiarist at that.

So... Xu Jiuyang touched his chin and suddenly felt some subtle emotions. A reborn person without a golden finger can only be a plagiarist?
(End of this chapter)