TRMP Chapter 95

Xie Jingshen’s words made Jiang Yifeng’s eyes light up.

However, Jiang Yifeng’s expression quickly dimmed again. His fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, and a hint of helplessness was revealed between his slightly lowered eyebrows. “Forget it, I don’t have money.” His tone was almost like acting spoiled.

“Wanting to poach an entire team isn’t just about needing money.” Xie Jingshen shook his head, “It’s a pity…”

The garbage game seemed to be doing something rare and human, popping up a small task option, an advanced task that required investing money to find clues and working together to complete it. The reward for the task was three intimacy points.

Xie Jingshen paused.

His expression immediately attracted Jiang Yifeng’s attention. Jiang Yifeng curiously wanted to get closer, but being separated by a world meant he couldn’t see the content on Xie Jingshen’s phone at all.

“The system has issued a task that requires the two of us to complete together.” Xie Jingshen read out the task reward and content. Jiang Yifeng only clicked on the task bar to check their intimacy value when he heard about the intimacy points, discovering it was only ninety points.

Jiang Yifeng said blankly, “We’re already so intimate, and our intimacy value is only 90?”

Could it be that they had to merge into one before the intimacy value could reach 100?

“Then let’s see if we can complete the task assigned by the system first.”

Xie Jingshen narrowed his eyes and said softly.

The task given by the system sounded simple: find and return the script to the script’s true screenwriter.

However, the actual operation was very difficult.

Xie Jingshen used money to purchase Liu Cheng’s basic information. Liu Cheng had connections in the G circle and was squeezed into the school’s directing program with three hundred points. His grades at school were also average.

But Liu Cheng had a good business acumen and internet thinking. He had long established a studio to recruit frustrated Chinese literature students as ghostwriters to put their names on scripts. However, the initial scripts were all used for school assignments until he was about to graduate when he planned to use the most professional script among them to do something big.

“Sounds like a common entertainment circle story.” Jiang Yifeng said slowly.

After all, he spent years online taking orders for water armies or extra roles. Occasionally, he would see poor screenwriters selling scripts online. Removing the signature, putting someone else’s name on it, or having a famous screenwriter were all common practices in the industry and not surprising.

“But Liu Cheng has one thing… he freeloads.” Xie Jingshen dragged the content backward, feeling speechless for a moment.

Snatching other people’s scripts was standard practice in the entertainment industry.

Freeloading was not.

Although Liu Cheng was rich, a second-generation rich kid, he often coaxed the several poor Chinese literature ghostwriters he hired with industry rules, either only giving a few hundred yuan to send them away, or delaying payment, saying that the other party’s company’s film had flopped or been aborted, and not giving them any money.

In reality, Liu Cheng pocketed all the money after selling the scripts.

He didn’t even budge when one of the screenwriters was sick and short of money.

“He is, indeed, a bit… despicable.” Jiang Yifeng said slowly.

This was his and Xie Jingshen’s first collaborative task, but Jiang Yifeng vaguely knew that the system could issue this individual event as a task, indicating that it was important to him.

Maybe it was the script, maybe it was the intimacy value, or maybe it was…

Jiang Yifeng’s breathing became shallow, his eyes shining brightly, a hint of excitement showing on his face.

His eyes were adorned with bright colors.

Xie Jingshen’s gaze also became increasingly deep.

They both thought of something.

But for Xie Jingshen, as long as he could help Jiang Yifeng, he was willing to do it—even if the final outcome was only helping Jiang Yifeng, he would be very happy.

The old capitalist Xie Jingshen only had Jiang Yifeng’s conscience left, unconditionally helping Jiang Yifeng, as long as he was happy, everything was fine.

Both of them were full of interest in the system’s first-ever dual mission.

And the system also provided a lot of hints.

“Going to a banquet?” Jiang Yifeng glanced at the banquet and remembered that Luo Qi seemed to have mentioned this banquet to him yesterday.

However, Jiang Yifeng was working on the script at the time, so he declined.

“Then I’ll ask Brother Luo.” Jiang Yifeng called Luo Qi and asked about the specific details of the gathering.

Luo Qi received an invitation addressed to Jiang Yifeng.

A birthday party of a big entertainment industry tycoon had invited a group of celebrities, including well-known directors, actors, and investors. Whether it was to build connections or cozy up to a sugar daddy, attending was a good opportunity.

When Jiang Yifeng said he wasn’t going, Luo Qi had tried to persuade him: “The other party sent an invitation to you specifically, obviously wanting you to go. How will you get by in the entertainment industry if you disrespect a big tycoon?”

When Jiang Yifeng refused, Luo Qi was considering finding a suitable reason to decline.

As soon as Jiang Yifeng changed his mind, Luo Qi immediately replied happily.

“Xie Jingshen, should I dress up nicely before going?” Jiang Yifeng posed in front of the mirror.

He rarely wore formal attire. The Jiang Yifeng in the mirror had been carefully groomed. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes, set off by the styling, had a sharp beauty. The suit emphasized his slender waist and long legs. When he glanced at himself in the mirror, Jiang Yifeng couldn’t help but sigh, “So handsome.”

He put on the same style of tie clip as Xie Jingshen—that tie clip was very expensive, so he had only given Xie Jingshen one as a gift during the New Year. However, after Jiang Yifeng had savings from running variety shows, he immediately bought the same style tie clip.

“It feels like it suits me very well.” Jiang Yifeng adjusted the angle of the tie clip, a faint smile showing in his eyes.

“Today… Teacher Jiang looks especially good.” Xie Jingshen’s gaze reflected Jiang Yifeng’s figure. When his fingers itched, he couldn’t help but pinch the little person, letting Jiang Yifeng feel his eagerness.

Jiang Yifeng subconsciously reached out to shake hands but only touched a handful of air.

“Because I’m wearing the clothes you sent.” Jiang Yifeng adjusted his tie, then put his phone in his pocket and went downstairs.

When he arrived at the venue in the nanny car, the parking lot was already full.

Cell phones had to be handed in before entering the venue, and a confidentiality agreement also had to be signed in advance.

Jiang Yifeng was seeing such a big scene for the first time. However, he only understood the reason when he entered the door—the not-so-large hall was packed with people, all kinds of big-name celebrities and directors, well-known reporters, as well as some reputable middle-aged actors and actresses.

The entertainment industry tycoon’s birthday party could attract so many celebrities, whether it was his influence in the media or his money power, it was not to be underestimated.

Jiang Yifeng held a wine glass and surveyed the situation. He wore a Bluetooth headset, pretending to be on the phone, but was actually talking to Xie Jingshen.

However, even if Jiang Yifeng avoided people, he was still particularly eye-catching.

He stood on the edge of the crowd with his eyes lowered, slowly speaking while holding a wine glass. The white suit, on the contrary, made his skin look even whiter and his eyebrows and eyes darker, like an ink painting.

Jiang Yifeng, as a prominent figure in the recent past, had his name heard by everyone from the media to the celebrities, except for some producers and bosses who only listened to the sounds of revelry.

That beautiful face had also been seen by everyone. Who knew the real person was even more beautiful than the pictures.

Jiang Yifeng noticed the attention of others, pretended to drink while holding a wine glass, but was actually wrinkling his nose and complaining to Xie Jingshen, “It seems like everyone is looking at me.”

Outsiders thought he had cold eyes, but Xie Jingshen thought Jiang Yifeng, who was uncomfortable socializing and tense, was extremely cute.

Someone came forward to greet Jiang Yifeng. Jiang Yifeng smiled and nodded, his expression looking much gentler.

However, turning back, Jiang Yifeng said to Xie Jingshen with bright eyes, “I know that person, so popular! During his most popular period, I earned more than three thousand yuan just by taking tasks to help him boost his reposts.”

Xie Jingshen covered his head and laughed.

He looked at the task on his phone, waiting quietly for the task prompt.

Jiang Yifeng stood for half an hour, ate four small cakes, and then was prompted by the system to wait on the second-floor terrace.

The second floor was not open-plan – the hall was an activity area, and from the spiral staircase up, finding the terrace required walking along the staircase to the side, going around a long corridor to the second-floor hall, and only then could the terrace be found.

Jiang Yifeng went upstairs with a wine glass in his hand. As he walked along the corridor, he passed the stairs from the second to the third floor. Just as he was about to walk past the stairs, suddenly someone stumbled and walked down the stairs from the third floor, holding onto the railing.

Jiang Yifeng only glanced at him and recognized him as the little boy next to Jin Xin.

What was his name again?

The boy’s dyed blue hair was wet with red wine, clinging to his cheeks, and he was in such a disheveled state that he was about to fall down the stairs.

Jiang Yifeng subconsciously reached out to catch him. The boy grabbed Jiang Yifeng’s collar, his whole body limp. While Jiang Yifeng was surprised, he trembled and said he wanted to leave.

“Okay, okay.” Jiang Yifeng wasn’t sure of the situation and could only help him to the toilet and help him wash his face.

He blocked the door, looking at the boy’s bad state, and couldn’t help but tilt his head and frown, “What’s wrong?”

“…” He clutched his chest and gasped, his whole being in a state of collapse. It wasn’t until Jiang Yifeng asked a few more questions that he recovered, “I, that, that boss has quirks, his preferences are too disgusting.”

Jiang Yifeng: “…”

Jiang Yifeng patted his shoulder and was about to leave, but the boy grabbed his hand tightly.

Jiang Yifeng cautiously glanced at Xie Jingshen.

Xie Jingshen’s expression wasn’t good either. He stared at the boy with extreme disgust, but was unable to reach through the screen to Jiang Yifeng’s side and pry the boy’s hand open, so he could only watch.

The boy grabbed Jiang Yifeng’s palm and paused for a while before finally opening his mouth, “I’m sorry, I, I’ve been drugged. He won’t let me go. I’m afraid something will happen. Can you stay with me for a while?”

Jiang Yifeng saw that he was panting while speaking and thought about the phone that had been taken away, as well as the situation at today’s gathering. In the end, he didn’t refuse.

However, he also pulled the boy’s hand away, letting him lean against the wall and rest.

“I’ll watch you from the side.” Jiang Yifeng stayed in the same cubicle with him. He leaned against the door, watching the boy’s disheveled appearance as he tried his best to endure, so he turned his head away so that the other person could relax.

Urgent footsteps came from outside, running back and forth several times, and there were also voices looking for someone.

Jiang Yifeng realized that the person they were looking for was the one next to him.

He became even more curious.

And the boy next to him took the initiative to speak, “You, thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome, it’s what one should do.”

“Do you want to know who was messing with you recently?” The boy tried his best to find a topic, “It’s Gu Miao.”

Jiang Yifeng slowly turned his head, his face blank, “Huh?”

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