Internet moguls are being held hostage by the entertainment system!

Chapter 369 Musk took the initiative to contact him via private message

February 2th, Beijing.

Since filming wrapped on "The Xuanwu Gate Incident", Meng Ziyi has been arranged to appear as a guest on various programs and has also taken on several endorsement jobs.

She was so busy until today that she finally had some free time to return to Beijing.

After more than a month of non-stop work, Meng Ziyi sat expressionless in the back seat of the car on her way home from the airport, and her assistant didn't dare to say a word.

Chocolate seemed to sense her bad mood and simply sat quietly in the seat next to her.

When she got home, said goodbye to her assistant, went inside and put the dog down, her upper lip, which resembled a rose petal, already pouted impatiently.

Wearing small leather boots, Meng Ziyi's long, white legs, visible beneath her short skirt, darted through the front hall and headed straight for the familiar person on the living room sofa.

Chen Xiu moved her neck slightly, inhaling the fragrance of Meng Ziyi's hair, and put her arms around Meng's slender waist, saying, "Sister Meng, welcome home!"

"You say you welcome me, but you're probably hoping I don't come back so you can be alone with Reba!"

Meng Ziyi turned her head with a blush on her cheeks, her pouting lips so thick they could be used as a clothes hanger hook.

Seeing her clearly jealous expression, Chen Xiu chuckled and patted her on the waist.

"Dilraba has already joined the film crew for shooting, how can I be alone with her?"

"Ok??"

Meng Ziyi paused for a moment, her clear and bright eyes darting around before she thought of a new direction for jealousy.

"So you're just giving her all the resources!"

"more or less."

"Hmph! You really do prefer heat, don't you like me anymore... Ouch!"

Meng Ziyi covered her hands behind her back, her expression becoming even more aggrieved.

After taking a picture of her, Chen Xiu touched her pouting red lips and said, "Reba debuted earlier and has higher popularity, so it would be more suitable to allocate movie resources to her. If you force yourself to act, the fans will also find fault."

"So, you like her more?"

"Hmm...would you like to know about this month's work schedule?"

"Work again..."

Meng Ziyi's lips drooped, and the grievance in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Chen Xiu supported her with his hand, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Next month, 'Ashes of Love' will premiere. How about I arrange a TV series resource for you?"

"Just arrange it."

"You sound a little unhappy. How about I arrange a part-time job for you that doesn't involve acting?"

"part time?"

Meng Ziyi frowned. What was originally just a little unhappy mood was rapidly amplifying, but she still didn't get angry at Chen Xiu. She just pulled the corners of her mouth down even lower.

"What part-time job?"

"I'm going to the US on a business trip at the end of the month. Could you work part-time as my assistant and come with me?"

"Huh? Am I hallucinating?"

Meng Ziyi stared wide-eyed, looking utterly incredulous.

Chen Xiu released her waist, cupped her face, pulled her close, and repeated herself face to face.

"I'm going to the US on a business trip at the end of the month. Could you please be my assistant and come with me, Meng Da Piao Liang?"

"hey-hey."

Meng Ziyi chuckled twice near Chen Xiu, then suddenly stopped, reached out and bit his cheek.

The pain on her cheek made Chen Xiu's eyes widen suddenly, and she stared blankly at Meng Ziyi.

He had imagined many possible reactions from Meng Ziyi upon hearing the invitation, but none of them involved him being bitten... well, none of them involved him being bitten on the cheek!
After a two-second silence, Meng Ziyi finally spoke, creating some distance between herself and Chen Xiu: "Tsk, it doesn't hurt? Am I really dreaming?"

"..."

Chen Xiu silently raised her hand, aimed at the fleshiest part of Meng Ziyi's face, and prepared to strike, but then reduced the force and instead gave a light slap.

With a splat, the silly beauty cried out in pain, then covered her hands behind her back and pouted as she stared at Chen Xiu.

"How is it? Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts!"

So, is it a dream?

"Oh yeah! Hehe, you're really going to take me to America?"

Meng Ziyi looked at Chen Xiu with a big smile, all her previous sullen mood completely gone.

Touching the teeth marks on her cheek, Chen Xiu said, "So, are you willing to go? If not, I'll have Yang Ming help you find movie resources..."

"Go away! What movie resources do you want? Give them all to Dilraba!"

Meng's eyes shone with an astonishing brightness; the issue of resources was no longer important.

Seeing Chen Xiu touching her cheek with her fingers, the joy on her face turned into heartache in an instant, and she leaned over and gently blew on her cheek.

"Brother Xiu, I'm sorry, I used too much force just now and hurt you."

"It was really painful, but after you blew on it, it doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore."

Chen Xiu held Meng Ziyi's hand and spoke softly.

Meng Ziyi, who was originally anxious, blushed bright red after being teased like this, and her eyes revealed a charming shyness as they opened and closed.

"Then I'll blow it for you again, whoosh~"

"A different location will yield better results."

Chen Xiu's words made Meng Ziyi blush even more, but after rolling her eyes, she didn't refuse.

Just as the two got up and started looking for a place, a dog's bark suddenly broke the ambiguous atmosphere. "Woof woof woof!"

Chen Xiu and Meng Ziyi turned their heads and saw Chocolate wagging its tail, running and spinning happily at their feet.

Seeing the puppy's joy at successfully attracting attention, Chen Xiu realized there was a problem that needed to be solved.

"We can't bring the chocolate over, so we need to make good use of it."

"That's easy. I'll take it home in a few days and ask Sister Qian to take care of it." (Wang Qian, far away in Northeast China, suddenly shivered.)

After saying that, Meng Ziyi pointed down the stairs and gave a command to send Chocolate upstairs. Then he pushed Chen Xiu to sit on the sofa and squatted down himself.

……

In the middle of the night, Meng Ziyi, who was experiencing aches and pains all over his body, suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.

Just as she closed her eyes, reached out to touch something, and mumbled for Chen Xiu to get her some water, the bed next to her was already empty.

Touching the still-warm empty space, Meng Ziyi's drowsiness vanished instantly, and his eyelids snapped open.

Seeing the light coming from the half-open door, she rubbed her eyes, sat up, put on her bathrobe, and went out in her slippers.

"Brother Xiu..."

As soon as she called out, she saw the open door to the study next door, and how the door was brightly lit.

Meng Ziyi tightened his robe, walked towards the study, and peered through the crack in the door.

There, Chen Xiu, also wearing a bathrobe, sat behind her computer desk, typing away with a smile on her face.

Getting up so late just to chat with Reba? Impossible!
The moment the doubt arose in my mind, Meng Ziyi rejected it.

The reason is simple: Chen Xiu has already confessed. If he wanted to chat with Reba, why would he need to do it secretly?
If it's not Reba, then who is it? Could it be Nezha?

The new suspect lingered in Meng Ziyi's mind for only a second before being shaken away by her frantic head shaking.

After thinking it over and over, Meng Ziyi couldn't figure out who Chen Xiu was chatting with, so after hesitating at the door for a while, he pushed the door open and went in.

The creaking sound coming from the doorway made Chen Xiu stop waiting and turn around to look.

Upon seeing Meng Ziyi walk in, he paused for a moment before reaching out and saying, "Sister Meng, come sit next to me."

"Oh."

Meng Ziyi walked around the large square table, sat in Chen Xiu's lap, looked up at the computer screen, and then frowned.

"Why are you chatting with foreigners on Twitter so late at night instead of sleeping?"

“This is my future business partner. Look, this is the self-portrait I sent him.”

"You can draw, but you've never drawn for me before..."

Meng Ziyi, who habitually wanted to make a small statement, immediately swallowed the second half of his sentence after seeing the self-portrait Chen Xiu handed him.

The main issue isn't whether the self-portrait resembles the person, because Meng Ziyi didn't even know what the person looked like.

However, the strong Picasso-esque abstract style in the portrait made her abandon the idea of ​​asking Chen Xiu to paint her portrait.

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Ziyi pointed to the drawing paper and asked, "Xiu-ge'er, who did you draw?"

"Elon Musk, this is what he looks like in real life."

Chen Xiu found a photo of Musk on the computer and asked Meng Ziyi to compare it.

Looking at the photo on the screen and the self-portrait in his hand, Meng Ziyi felt that Chen Xiu's painting was both similar and dissimilar.

The difference is that although Musk has a square face, Chen Xiuhua's face is too large and square, with facial features only taking up one-third of it, which is completely disproportionate to his face.

Then, what's striking is that the expression and pursed lips in the portrait are exactly the same as the real person's, giving the impression that anyone can immediately recognize who it is.

Meng Ziyi shifted his gaze back and forth between the screen and the drawing paper, and asked, "Xiu-ge'er, why are you drawing this?"

“I posted it on Twitter, @Musk, and had him take a look.”

"Hiss... do you have a grudge against him?"

"No, this is the most efficient way I can think of to get him to contact me first."

As she spoke, Chen Xiu reopened the Twitter interface that had been covered by the webpage.

This time, Meng Ziyi finally saw the content clearly. It was a very simple English sentence, accompanied by this self-portrait.

"You are my friend, Elon."

Meng Ziyi pursed her lips, turned to look at Chen Xiu, and looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Chen Xiu chuckled and asked, "What are you trying to say?"

"How could he possibly reply to these messages? And how do you know he'll even see this tweet?"

"He just tweeted to celebrate completing the orders he needed to deliver last month. I'm going to wait half an hour for him to post it, and if I don't see it, I'll post it again tomorrow..."

Before they could finish speaking, the Twitter DM notification sound reached their ears.

Meng Ziyi stared at the screen in astonishment, then looked at Chen Xiu.

Chen Xiu smiled and said, "Could you open it for me and see if it's his private message?"

"oh oh."

Meng Ziyi clicked the mouse, opened the private message chat box, and then suddenly widened his eyes, looking at Chen Xiu with admiration.

"Brother Xiu, you were right, Musk really did reply."

"Look at what he said."

"Yeah, he's insulting you... Delete that shit and never pick up a pencil again."

"Tch! That's not surprising..."

(End of this chapter)