How can you fall in love with your fan!

Chapter 1 "C"

In the mist-filled bathroom, the host and hostess sang in unison on the stereo embedded in the wall.

Male: "Pierres Group, an international first-line cosmetics group, will soon launch a mysterious new sub-brand in Greater China."

Female: "Hey~ who will get the first spokesperson, and now there are all kinds of melons flying around on Weibo."

Man: "Yes, it's September, and it's an embarrassing time for fans to worry about not having a chance to sell idols."

Female: "The good show is more than that. We all know that not long ago, Pierres shareholder Wu Shi officially announced his son Wu Feng who has been hiding for 18 years. But oh! The CEO of Pierres Greater China is still the eldest son Wu Ruiqing."

Male: "Hey? What's so strange about this?"

The woman deliberately lowered her voice, "Don't you ever pay attention to the gossip of wealthy families? Rumor has it that Wu Feng is the real prince, so Wu Ruiqing just..."

A cool voice that was incompatible with the hot and humid air sounded, "Siri, can you change the frequency band?"

The gossip stopped abruptly, and there was an embarrassing silence in the bathroom for five seconds.

Siri is an emotionless repeater: "OK, next band."

The stereo started playing again, this time playing Fehrman's Cello Concerto.The full and gorgeous notes rose together with the hot water mist. The young man turned off the central shower, wrapped himself in a towel and stood in front of the mirror.

The black hair was drenched and stuck to his forehead, his complexion was cold and pale, his sculpted contours were tightened at the lower jaw, and the sharpness that appeared was whitewashed by a peaceful expression.

The man's pupils were too clear, like a gathered spot of light.Gentleness and alienation, two contradictory meanings, blended together in those quiet black eyes, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Wu Ruiqing, 25 years old, graduated from Oxford University with a bachelor's degree in PPE, and then studied at London Business School to obtain a double master's degree in finance and management.He returned to China the year before last and took up the post of executive president of Pierres Greater China last year.

Within two years of returning to China, he had successively achieved several nonsense stunts.

"The first aristocratic face in the mainland wealthy circle", "Nightingale flying from the church in the city of fog", "Young heir with unique general demeanor", "Reserved and elegant business upstart"...

His quiet black eyes stared at himself in the mirror, gradually filled with hostility.

His lips moved.

"Fuck the heir."

The cello concerto stopped, and there was the sound of a hair dryer roaring in the bathroom.

……

As night fell, the suburbs were quiet, but the huge outdoor stadium was full of cheers.

"Liao!! Mountain!!"

"Liao!! Mountain!!"

"Liao!! Mountain!!"

The lights of demons and goblins shot randomly at the audience, and the shouts were deafening.

The center of the stage was suddenly dark, and the cheers stopped abruptly. After five seconds of silence, golden fireworks shot up from the surroundings of the stage, and a young man in a heavy metal punk suit descended from the sky.The fiery red hair trembled and flew in the air, and the heavy cowhide boots stepped on the rough boulder, and the king of troubled times sang with all his heart.

"Liao Shan!!"

"Liao Shan!!"

The explosive music and the fans' voices came and went one after another. In the corner of the first VIP row in the infield, the quiet black eyes watched the shining young man on the stage, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

Wu Ruiqing's life began in an orphanage.During the long and depressing period of growing up, there are only two vivid faces in his memory.The kid in the orphanage was one of them.

There are two gray and white small buildings facing each other in the courtyard.Building A lived with older orphans aged six and up, and Building B lived with younger orphans aged four or five.There are classes during the day and activities in the afternoon, and three meals are taken in the open space between the two floors—rice porridge and boiled eggs for breakfast, steamed buns and vegetarian dishes for lunch, and the same for dinner. The older children in the first building will give out a ham sausage every other day.

He is withdrawn by nature and never talks to people.In order to let him talk, the children in Building A, from friendly hookups to talking about bad things, and even rolling around, he never paid attention to.

Later, everyone regarded him as a ray of autistic air.

The first time Xiao Ruiqing gained a sense of presence in the orphanage was when he was in a daze in the open space one afternoon and saw a group of bullies from Building B beating up a little boy from Building B by the side of Building B.

Without much hesitation, he moved his immature and slender wrists, rushed forward and beat the fattest one with two punches.

Big Fatty looked terrified: "Help! The air has turned into a spirit! It will hit people!!"

Xiao Ruiqing: "..."

A group of kids ran around and ran for their lives, exaggerating to death.Xiao Ruiqing looked down at the kid who was two years younger than him speechlessly.

The little kid has a bruised nose and a swollen face, and he can't even stand upright.He moved his lips weakly and tried his best to come up, as if he wanted to say his last words.

The immature Xiao Ruiqing felt sympathy again, thinking that this kid must have suffered internal injuries.

The little hand reached into his bosom, maybe he was picking out some token before being abandoned by his parents.Xiao Ruiqing waited patiently for a while, only to see the other party take out a ham sausage from his arms, which only children in Jialou would have.

Xiao Ruiqing suddenly realized that he had hit the wrong person: "..."

"I stole that fat man's ham sausage, it's so delicious! Well, my name is Xiao Shan, we are half of each other?"

The boy's toothless smile dispelled the grayness of the orphanage for a long time.

Later, he, the lone wolf, naturally protected his younger brother. The two brothers dominated the orphanage.

——Until Wu Ruiqing was picked up by the Wu family, boarded a plane to England, and began to reshape him from a grassroots ruffian to an aristocratic son.

At the end of the opening song, Liao Shan took a deep breath into the microphone and shouted: "My mountain specialties, how are you!"

The audience: "Ah!!!!!!"

Wu Ruiqing was taken aback and withdrew his thoughts.He lowered his eyes and held back the trembling corners of his lips, but he still couldn't help laughing.

Liao Shan, 20 years old, a cutting-edge traffic idol, enthusiastic and cheerful, humorous off-line, named "Shan Specialty" to fans, and became a hot search for it.The arrogance and lawlessness of his smile are exactly the same as the hill in his memory, and even his name has an unspeakable fate.

It's a pity that he is three years younger, and his parents are university professors. He is completely different from the wild boy who ran away from the orphanage at the age of 12 and never heard from him again.

Wu Ruiqing knew this, but he couldn't help but fell in love with this little idol, just like Yun Yang's younger brother, the more he became a fan, the more he became a fan.

Sister Zhan, who was carrying the camera on her right hand, burst into tears, "Our brother Shan is so masculine! Yesterday, comparing the sissy of Shen Guan to the sunspot who bad-mouthed us is really blind!!"

Sitting on the right side of Zhanjie, the tall man, who was already a little embarrassed, twitched his temples when he heard this.

He took a deep breath, let it out long, and complained in a deep and deep voice: "I'm going."

Gu Zhuoli, 25 years old, a native of Northeast Beijing, the chairman of Wangxuan Group, who inherited his father's business, and his fan registration is on the household registration book of the popular niche Shen Guan—yes, he is the opponent of the woman around him who keeps scolding his mother, Shen Guan .

Liao Shan and Shen Guan are fighting each other every day on the Internet, which is comparable to the chaos of gods.Gu Zhuoli spat with his opponent's big fan again last night. He was so angry that he came to the scene today to spy on the enemy, wanting to see what the hell this so-called new superstar Liao Shan, whose real name is a thief, is.

He took a deep breath to relieve his temper, and planned to talk to the woman beside him.

"you……"

Miss Zhan ignored him at all, put the cannon barrel on her lap, turned her head and grabbed the one on the left.

"Hey? Little handsome guy, why are you so calm?"

Wu Ruiqing, who was suddenly approached, said, "Huh?"

Sister Zhan danced and danced: "Male fan! Get up!"

Wu Ruiqing stared at her for two seconds and said flatly: "The media is giving away tickets, not fans."

Station sister: "Uh..."

The surrounding light was chaotic, but Gu Zhuoli's eyes suddenly lit up.

——The man next to him seems to have some kind of magical power, his eyes are quiet and powerful.The profile of the side face is bright and neat, and the collar of the furry dark blue mohair sweater reveals a white neck, and the whole body seems to be wrapped in a distant and soft cloud.

Gu Zhuoli raised his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone and searched "Times Business News", and clicked on the cover character of the latest issue.

The two faces, the capable and sharp one on the cover, and the elegant and indifferent one next door gradually overlapped.

The [-]-year-old man held his mobile phone in both hands: "Wow."

The shoulder was bumped suddenly, and Miss Zhan screamed excitedly: "You are so handsome!"

It's his turn.

Gu Zhuoli put down the phone, "What's the matter?"

Sister Zhan: "Male fan! Get up!"

Sensing that deep gaze also cast over, Gu Zhuoli gave a deep smile and pulled back his sleeve that was pressed down, "The media is giving away tickets, not fans."

Sister Zhan's mentality collapsed, "I really beeped the dog tonight."

Wu Ruiqing looked at the man silently.

A face with sharp edges and corners, sword eyebrows and star eyes, deep eye sockets engraved with a flying look, with a kind of arrogant and unruly aura.The two skirts of the jacket have a slightly complicated European style, and the watch is a Jacques Dro with diamonds.

Her flamboyant attire and chic and clean demeanor combined into a kind of humorous harmony.

Gu Zhuoli suddenly turned his head, and the two pairs of black eyes looked at each other defenselessly.Wu Ruiqing was startled, realizing that she was being rude, she curled her lips apologetically, and turned around.

Sister Zhan raised the camera to face the stage and set it up again, and pulled the one on the right, "Handsome guy, if you don't want to watch the stage, change your seat with me, I want to take a clearer picture."

There was a sudden change of people around him, and a completely different aura approached, Wu Ruiqing suddenly felt a little irritable in his heart for no reason.

Not long after the man sat down, he suddenly asked, "Are you Mr. Wu?"

Wu Ruiqing was a little surprised, and then realized that it might be someone in the business field, "May I ask who you are?"

The man evoked a proud smile, "Gu Zhuoli."

Never heard of it.

"Gu... President." Wu Ruiqing was a little uncertain, so he called "Boss" instinctively.

The confident brother beside him smiled, not embarrassed at all, "It's normal if I haven't heard of it. I'm an idle director of the father's generation group. I just spend money and don't care about things. It's different from a front-line CEO like you. I have hidden myself before. In my own life, business weekly magazines rarely pay attention to people like me."

Wu Ruiqing nodded, "That's it."

The talking session was over, he glanced at the stage, and asked the last question out of politeness. "Aren't you a fan of Liao Shan?"

Gu Zhuoli nodded shamelessly: "Of course not, sand sculptures only chase stars, how can people like us chase stars?"

Wu Ruiqing glanced at him.

This "idle director" is inexplicably mentally retarded.

The second song started, and the two naturally stopped communicating.

……

At the end of the concert, Wu Ruiqing and others packed up their things and left the venue after they had almost left.As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he heard a harsh shout from afar.

Under the shade of the trees on the side of the road, a group of CP fans holding a huge banner of "Liaoshan Shenguan Hundred Years of Good Cooperation" are spraying with another group of Wei fans.The two groups started yelling and cursing, and a girl holding a banner rolled up her sleeves and started to do it.

Women tearing, screaming, cursing and pulling hair, the scene is spectacular.

Wu Ruiqing frowned.He is essentially a fan. Although he doesn't hate the little girls who are self-cute CP, he has always hated others forcibly pulling his brother together with others.

But his dislike is only limited to online theories, and does not include street fights involving two groups of girls in reality.

He stopped and planned to go back inside to find the security guard.

A somewhat familiar magnetic voice just sounded not far behind.

"Uncle policeman? I want to report a street fight in Fanquan."

"...not a gang of beggars, but a fan circle."

"The rice circle is not for food..."

"Yes, in the gymnasium on the side of the Zishan River..."

Gu Zhuoli choked suddenly in the middle of speaking, looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and hung up the phone.

Wu Ruiqing was a little displeased, "A group of little girls are arguing, why call the police?"

Gu Zhuoli was stunned, "It's okay for CP fans to be self-proclaimed at Two-dimensional, but they went to other people's concerts to pull banners KY and caused fights. Shouldn't they call the police to solve the problem?" My elegant and romantic son is also Liao Shan This country savage deserves it?

Wu Ruiqing's brows twitched, and he paused, "Chairman Gu knows a lot about the language of the fan circle." It's not like someone who doesn't follow stars.

Gu Zhuoli was silent for two seconds, "Didn't you also understand?"

A gust of wind blows.

Wu Ruiqing coughed, "The cosmetics industry must understand the ecology of fans. Where is Chairman Gu?"

Gu Zhuoli closed his eyes and said, "It's the same, and my company is similar."

Wu Ruiqing was about to ask again, when he heard a loud shout at the door: "Shameless, you dare to come and pull the banner! My old lady killed you!!"

The station lady just swiped the camera into the grass and charged towards the battle scene.She passed by two people, grabbing each other's arms, "Boy fans!! How can you just sit back and watch our girl get beaten? Come with me!!"

Wu Ruiqing: "..."

Gu Zhuoli: "Who is your male fan? Let go!"

The 1.6-meter woman burst out with Houyi's divine power to shoot the sun, and pulled two 1.8-meter-old men directly into the ring.

The scolding is fierce, and nails are the sharpest and unavoidable weapon in the battle circle.Wu Ruiqing was scratched a few times, and wanted to squeeze out of the melee circle, but there were too many people, he was embarrassed to push, and could only be surrounded by two groups of women.

Squeezed into the center of the battle circle, bumped into a solid body that was obviously not a woman.

Looking back at each other, the two men were stunned.

Gu Zhuoli's forehead was throbbing with veins, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really convinced by his grandma, I shouldn't have come to spy..."

Suddenly there was a police siren at the intersection, and the surroundings were suddenly quiet.

Wu Ruiqing didn't hear clearly: "What shouldn't be?"

Gu Zhuoli didn't know why his heart trembled, and he intuitively chose to keep concealing it.

"Shouldn't have called the police," he said.

Two policemen rushed down from the car, "What are you doing? What are you all doing! Stop!"

"Don't run away! Hold your head! Squat down!"

……

Half an hour later, Zishanhe District Police Station.

A questioning room, with two desks on the left and right, for separate inquiries.

Gu Zhuoli: "I'm really not a big brother who takes the lead in beating women, I'm a chairman."

The policeman glanced at him up and down, "You didn't even bring your ID card, and you are the chairman of the board if you wear something fancy? I think you look like a big brother."

Gu Zhuoli: "...I won't be sanctioned for this, right? I choose to keep silent, and I want to contact my lawyer!"

The policeman looked at him like a fool, "The law doesn't have time to punish dramatists, you just accept criticism with an open mind."

Gu Zhuoli was so angry that he almost jumped up, "Why should I accept criticism? Do you still have the law?!"

Wu Ruiqing was sitting at another table next to him, showing exactly the same speechless expression as the policeman who was in charge of interrogating him.

He didn't mind the person next to him, and asked the police opposite him in a low voice: "Mr. Police, will this incident affect the reputation of the artist Liao Shan?"

Gu Zhuoli next to him moved his ears, suddenly realized something, stopped making trouble, and looked over vigilantly.

The police checked Wu Ruiqing's identity according to his ID card, "It's just a common trouble, the police won't talk nonsense, but we can't control the gossip media."

Wu Ruiqing breathed a sigh of relief.The policeman returned his ID card to him, "Okay, be more careful next time, you can go back."

Gu Zhuoli immediately asked, "What about me?"

Police: "You can't leave until your family brings your ID card."

"It doesn't make sense!" Gu Zhuoli was so angry that he turned his head and saw that Wu Ruiqing had stood up and was about to leave. He immediately shouted: "Mr. Wu! Both are local products, you can't just leave me like this let's go!"

Wu Ruiqing's footsteps stopped, and Gu Zhuoli quickly said: "Don't pretend, first think about Liao Shan's reputation if something goes wrong, don't tell me you are not a native product!"

"..." Wu Ruiqing was silent for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Then you..."

"I'm also a local product!" Gu Zhuoli humiliated and rebelled against the enemy, gritted his teeth, "It's also a local product, grown from a mountain, you can't be so disrespectful!"

Wu Ruiqing was silent for ten seconds, looked at him sympathetically, and finally couldn't help but said: "Liao Shan's fans are called mountain specialties, not local specialties."

"..."

Gu Zhuoli quickly changed his mind and said, "Isn't this me laughing at myself? My family, don't worry about it with me, huh?"

Wu Ruiqing fell silent again.

He really couldn't understand that this exaggerated and domineering chairman would not dare to wait in the police station alone for a while.

The policeman next to him couldn't stand it anymore, "Which company are you the chairman of?" Which company is so hard to think about it and let you be the chairman.

Gu Zhuoli said: "Wangxuan Group."

"Wangxuan Group?" Wu Ruiqing and the policeman were both taken aback, but he was probably taken aback for a different reason than the policeman.

"Wangxuan Group that produces meaty ham sausages?" He couldn't help but confirm.

Gu Zhuoli was amazed by his rich social experience: "Meat Duoduo is a product that my family started 18 years ago. It has been renamed and updated a long time ago. Did you know that?"

Wu Ruiqing was dumb, and nodded in a complicated way.

Gu Zhuoli thought to himself, fate!Fortunately!Steady!

Wu Ruiqing: "Then, it's an honor to meet you, see you later."

Gu Zhuoli: "..."

Wu Ruiqing walked out of the police station calmly, and used his mobile phone to command the car half a kilometer away to drive over automatically.Then he glanced back into the brightly lit police station.

Wangxuan Group, started 18 years ago from a ham sausage produced by a self-employed individual in Northeast China. It opened a factory, expanded, and went public... It has been getting out of China's No. [-] Food Group with a market value of nearly [-] billion US dollars today.

It was the Duoduo ham sausage that I received every other day when I was a child—[-] cents a piece, salty and spicy, with a strong Q-play, and first-class food—bringing out all the memories belonging to the orphanage.

...and, the only vivid second person in his childhood memory.

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