The July weather was unbearably hot, the road was burning like a furnace, and the air was boiling......

Normally, few people go out on such a day, but today many people gather, endure the scorching sun, and stand quietly in the largest square in the city.

A small black and white plaque in front of the square is particularly eye-catching: Lu Cheng'an mourns the venue.

Countless cameras and cameras are "clicking" and shooting.

There are also many reporters doing live broadcasts, and their voices are very sad: "Dear audience friends, this is the memorial scene of top superstar Lu Chengan, even if we are here, it is hard for us to believe that Cheng An, who was still attending the premiere a few days ago, is no longer there...... After winning the actor for five consecutive years, the overlord of the singing industry has left us like this......"

Before the voice fell, the surrounding girls wept.

Dressed in casual clothes, a man in his twenties sat on a stone pier at the edge of the square, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, looking at the house in front of the square that was covered by a black cloth, his expression was as complicated as it was......

"Tsk, it's really strange to attend your own funeral......"

When several sad and weeping girls next to them heard this, they immediately moved away with a wary face, looking at the man's strange gaze as if to say: I'm afraid this person is not a fool......

"I said system. The man suddenly lowered his head and chuckled in his heart and said, "My task now is to increase the reputation of the firm, right? If I stand up and shout that I am Lu Chengan, will I complete the task immediately?"

After a moment of silence, a cold and hard female electronic voice sounded in his head: In that case, you are afraid that you will not be able to get out of this square alive.

"Haha, I think so. ”

That's right, he is Lu Cheng'an, or he was Lu Cheng'an seven days ago, but he was accidentally killed in a car accident, and after waking up, he became a young man in the current twenties-year-old nameless brokerage firm, named Cheng An, a nameless little agent outside the eighteenth line, and at the same time, there is a mysterious system in his body.

"Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, are you squatting better? There are too many people......

A fat man with a ton of tons sweated profusely carrying a camera, looking at the tens of thousands of fans gathered in the square, with a sad face.

"Squat a fart, this venue is so big, but the fans have already circled the venue a few times, where can we squat......"

Cheng An sighed and took another puff of the cigarette in his hand, yes, he didn't come to watch, let alone mourn, but to do an interview, to interview his own memorial meeting......

In order to increase the popularity of the firm as soon as possible, he had no choice but to make a fuss about his death, who made the only big news in the near future......

It's funny, it's obviously his memorial service, but he doesn't let him get close at all, which makes him very helpless, is there any reason for this!

"Then what should I do? If we can't do anything more, that spicy woman will have to withdraw her investment, then our firm will really be finished ......" The fat man looked anxious, he didn't want to lose his job.

"What are you panicking about!" Cheng An looked calm, glanced at the time, took a deep breath of cigarette, threw it away, stood up and shook his clothes, took out a microphone with "Chutian Entertainment" in his bag, tore the label, and beckoned to the fat man, "Follow my brother." ”

The place where he works now is called Chutian Brokerage Company, and it is said to be a brokerage company, but in fact it is just a name.

There are only two people in this company, one is fat, mainly post-production, and camera, and a sister is in charge of all miscellaneous matters such as finance, and the other is Cheng An, whose main job is an agent, and everything else......

Oh, there is also a girl group that has just been established, which is said to be a girl group, but it is actually outside the eighteenth parallel, at least Cheng An has never heard of their names before......

Other than that, it's a bunch of debt......

To raise such an office to the top status, even a film and television superstar like Cheng An can't help but feel a lot of pressure!

So although they are a brokerage company, they now have to rely on interviews to increase the popularity of some firms......

Seeing Cheng An squeeze straight to the entrance of the venue, the fat man was stunned: "Brother Cheng, where are we going?"

"Infield. ”

"Infield? We don't have a post. ”

"Just follow my brother. Cheng An exhaled slowly, looking at the entrance of the venue, his hand holding the microphone couldn't help but tighten, and there was a look in his eyes that others couldn't understand.

"Please show me your ID. "Stopped by the doorman in front of the entrance.

Cheng An coughed lightly twice, rummaged in the crumpled backpack for a long time, and finally took out a white paper ball, unfolded it in two or three and handed it over.

Seeing this, the doorman was stunned, and then took a look, and it turned out to be really a post! It's just the first time he's seen a reporter who has kneaded their post like this......

And the fat man on the side was already dumbfounded, when did they have this thing?

"Gone. Cheng An pulled the fat man and strode inside.

"Brother Cheng, when did we have that thing? How did you get it? It's amazing!" the fat man admired very much.

Cheng An just smiled and didn't answer, who is he, he is Lu Chengan! Although he has changed now, it is not easy to log on to the entire post on the old company's intranet.

It's just that he still struggles a little whether he really wants to come in, after all, he is no longer Lu Chengan, and the people here are Lu Chengan's relatives and friends, and when he sees them, his mood will inevitably fluctuate......

"Brother Cheng, since you have this thing, why don't you come in early in the morning? and get sunburned outside?" the fat man smiled, but he didn't think much about it, and directly thought that this was Cheng An's fake post.

"Come early, there are not many people in the venue, so it's strange that we don't show our stuffing. Cheng An responded casually, looking at more and more people in the venue who were familiar with him before, his pace unconsciously slowed down a lot.

"Miss Lu, you were originally scheduled to marry An Jia An Yihui in a month, I heard that you are going to postpone it, is it true?" a reporter's voice suddenly came.

Miss Lu? Cheng An was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw a group of reporters not far away surrounding a woman and filming non-stop.

It's just that before the reporter finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by the woman and responded lightly: "The wedding has been postponed, in addition, I don't want to hear anything about my marriage on this occasion, please understand." ”

This is Lu Cheng'an's sister Lu Chengdie, wearing a black dress to set off her fair complexion and tall and graceful figure, her face is still beautifully marked without any decoration, but the smart big eyes that made Lu Chengan admired in the past are full of bloodshot at the moment, red and swollen, I don't know how many times I cry to cry like this......

Seeing this, Cheng Anxin felt a pain: "This girl ......"

"Miss Lu, Miss Lu, I have a question I would like to ask. A reporter squeezed forward and asked loudly, "As we all know, Lu Chengan was killed in a car accident, and the driver who caused the accident escaped without a trace, and the police also entered the investigation at that time, and the result was an accidental death caused by drunk driving, what do you think of this result, is this accident really an accident?"

I don't know if the reporter's voice was too loud or the issue was too sensitive, the venue suddenly fell silent, and people looked at it.

Cheng An also raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect the question he had prepared to be thrown out in advance.

Cheng An turned his head to look at the reporter who asked the question, wanting to see why he was so good in the same nine-year compulsory education!