Rebirth of the National Male God

This promotional video is not only broadcast in H City, but also has been bought advertising space in many places.

Yang Bixian made a lot of money this time. He chose to believe in Si Huang, and he also made up his mind to win a game.

The brand of RB has always been small and not small, and it is in the middle of the market of young people.

The reason for this lack of success is not that RB's clothing design is not good, but that the funds are not as good as the big names, and the background is not as high as others, and the endorsements invited each time are also mid-tier. The Si Huang I invited this time is not even a mid-tier person. After all, he has not even released a work yet, but he is very popular!

What Yang Bi values ​​first is the potential of Si Huang, and he has already prepared for losses in the early stage. As long as Sihuang is given time to rise, RB will definitely be able to break through the status quo, and both its value and status will be improved.

It's just that Yang Bixian never thought that he had underestimated Sihuang's influence. The sales of RB will enter an unprecedented peak from today.

All of this was out of Si Huang's consideration. She didn't go out in the morning, stayed in her room, and gave Hacker Bear a task again.

Hacker Bear agreed without hesitation. This enthusiasm and cooperation made Si Huang wonder if he had a special interest: peeping.

Fortunately, the knowledge of him in the previous life let Si Huang know that he would not peep at his employer, otherwise Si Huang would consider whether to continue trading with him.

After having lunch at home, Si Huang sat in the living room, teasing Xiao Hei Miao while checking information on the computer.

The concert at 8 o'clock in the evening is a special performance of the famous domestic musician pororo. The destination is the famous Grand Theater in H City, and it takes more than half an hour to drive from the Jinglan family.

Seeing that the time was almost over, Si Huang put down the notebook and went to the kitchen for more than 20 minutes to put the medicinal food he learned from Wubao in the pot, and explained to Yu Ling, who happened to be in the living room, "Just Use this slow fire to cook until seven o'clock tomorrow morning, and then help me remind my grandma."

Yu Ling nodded first, then reacted, wondering, "Are you going to go out tomorrow morning?"

"No, I have something to go out today, so I will spend the night outside." Si Huang said.

Yu Ling didn't ask more, "Do you need me to do the styling?"

Si Huang chuckled, "Well, the hair is bothering you."

Yu Ling's eyes are shining brightly. Now her biggest interest is to make up and style for Si Huang. Every time she has a new breakthrough, she is very fulfilled and very satisfied.

After Si Huang finished speaking, he went back to the room on the second floor to change into a formal suit and walked down.

She is still young now, but she is better than her natural clothes rack. She has a thin waist and straight legs. She can hold up even when she wears a suit. If you look closely at the face, you can see that the facial features are still a bit immature, but the eyes are bright and calm, and the temperament is elegant and generous, which makes people naturally ignore her real age.

Yu Ling had already prepared the tools, and when Si Huang came down, she let her sit on the sofa and carefully took care of her hair.

Grandma Yu and Lao Tie also happened to go out of the room to the living room. When they saw this scene, Grandma Yu asked, "Do you still want to go out at night?"

Sihuangda: "Well, I made an appointment with someone to go to a concert."

"Fan Baolu's." Grandma Yu said, "It's a pity that this child has outstanding skills, but he has not found a breakthrough all these years."

"You can go and have a look. She is impeccable in terms of skills."

Si Huang made a promise without moving.

Fan Baolu is the real name of pororo, but she used the nickname of pororo for the first time when she participated in the competition when she was ten years old. After a long time, everyone is used to calling her this.

About five minutes later, Yu Ling finished her work.

Grandma Yu stared at Si Huang's face and gave her a thumbs up, "He's so handsome! When little Phoenix goes out like this, he will definitely fascinate a group of little girls!"

At this time, Yuene, who was also drinking water in the living room, spit out a word: "Maybe it can also harm a group of men."

Zhao Limei rolled her eyes at her son, becoming more and more impolite.

Watched by five people and a cat, Si Huang went out, drove out of his car from the garage, and put on the Bluetooth headset connected to his mobile phone.

The silver-grey car drove out of the Jinglan family and onto the road, and Sihuang received a call from Zhuang Jin.

"Sihuang?" Zhuang Jin's smiling voice reached his ears.

Si Huang drove the car and responded lightly, "Yeah."

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you the time and place to meet."

"It's okay, I drive by myself, and I can get to the Grand Theater in about half an hour."

Zhuang Jin was silent for a second, then smiled: "I wanted to pick you up."

Sihuang didn't respond.

"Are you angry? It's really my fault. How about I make it up to you after the concert?"

Sihuang almost laughed. Zhuang Jin's methods really haven't changed at all. He first showed interest and then deliberately left out, and his words were ambiguous, so hot and cold that people couldn't understand what he meant.

Once a person can't help guessing a person, when he is curious about a person, it is already the beginning of the fall.

But what to say? This is indeed a good way to deal with little boys.

"Okay." Si Huang responded calmly.

Zhuang Jin didn't hang up the phone, "It's really cold, forget it..." With a sigh, the magnetic voice penetrated into his ears through the sound quality of the mobile phone, and the traces of loss and melancholy entangled people's hearts like spider silk. Most people are afraid that under this sound, they will doubt themselves and think whether they are going too far. Then Zhuang Jin's voice returned to a smile, "See you at the entrance of the Grand Theater in half an hour."

"it is good."

Si Huang's response was the same word, and then took the initiative to cut off the phone.

On a highway, Zhuang Jin, who was also driving, frowned slightly.

"What does this child think? Since he doesn't refuse my invitation, he just wants to be with me, but he is so indifferent. Wouldn't he want to play the game of conquest?"

Zhuang Jin smiled, "It's getting more and more interesting."