Chapter 1101

  The apartment where Jiang Chuan lives is about a half-hour drive from the Berlin branch of the Claire Corporation. While Jiang Chuan was taking a shower, Jian Ran checked the route on his phone and was considering which mode of transportation to take to get there quickly. At this time, Jiang Chuan walked out of the bathroom, and the man came up behind Jian Ran, casually tossing the "bath towel" hanging around his neck over his head, while bending down and propping himself against the edge of the table with one hand, pinning the young black-haired man between his chest and the table: "What are you looking at? An escape route?"

  "Yeah, I'm afraid your dad will bring people to kill me with an AK-47." Jian Ran didn't even lift his head, raised his hand to touch the wet hair of the man behind him, "After all, I seduced his excellent son."

  Jiang Chuan snorted disdainfully and lowered his voice, saying: "You haven't succeeded in seducing him yet, you still need to work harder."

  "Stop struggling, just come along anyway. After all, people have put you here? ... Talking about the proper business, if you take a bus near the studio, it's more convenient. There is a station not far from your building downstairs, and you only need to transfer twice to reach your destination. Taking a train is also possible, but there is some distance from here to the train station too."

  "...Jiang Chuan paused for a moment, and after a brief moment, he seemed to have confirmed that Jian Ran was not joking. He then asked in a calm voice, "You want me to take the bus?"

  "Can't your golden buttocks take public transportation?"

  "I would suffocate with so many humans squeezed together."

  He turned around, and their eyes met with a pair of bright blue eyes that were still wet from the bathroom. The man's hair was darker than usual due to the water, and it was neatly stuck to his strong facial features. From this angle, you could see the stubble on his chin... All of this somehow gave off a cute yet sexy visual impact. He couldn't help but feel proud of his good taste, while teasing: "You're not always driving around in your own car back home, sometimes you even ride a broken motorcycle under the scorching sun or rain, isn't that more miserable than taking public transportation?"

  "That 'broken' motorcycle is worth enough to buy several four-wheeled things," Jiang Chuan furrowed his brow, seemingly very dissatisfied that his ride was being slandered. "You don't know its value."

  He smiled wryly, thinking to himself that a motorcycle was nothing, and in the past he had thought that all the branded goods on him were counterfeit - including his Calvin Klein underwear, which he had assumed was the kind of thing you could buy at a street stall for 10 yuan for five pairs... He waved his hand: "You young people's things, I'm too old to understand."

  "I'll drive." Jiang Chuan didn't play along with his teasing and made the decision on his own.

  "I won't ride in your car." As Hamster Ah Fei was taken by his owner to various speeding cars, the shadows immediately filled his chest, and he stood up from the chair with a look of undisguised terror on his face, "I've said it before, old man's heart is not good, can't take it——"

  At this time, Jiang Chuan had already walked away and opened the closet to grab a T-shirt and jeans. Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment, turned his head around: "You've sat in my car?"

  “……”

  "I know," Jiang Chuan turned around and put on his clothes, "You're just listening to what others say again."

  "Ah?" He nodded vaguely, "Uh-huh..."

  "You really know everything, just like that year you were in a coma and became a malevolent spirit, always peeking over my shoulder."

  "Are you saying 'turn into an angel and spread your wings to protect me'?"

  “……”

  Jiang Chuan casually stuffed the wallet into his back pocket and turned around to see Jin Ran walking towards the bathroom in slippers, kicking his feet lazily. He stared at Jin Ran's back for a while, his gaze unconsciously moving from his shoulders down to his waist - just as Jin Ran yawned and stretched, revealing the dark burn scar on the edge of his pajamas again. In a place where Jin Ran couldn't see, the man slightly furrowed his brow: "Stop."

  、

  He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and inexplicably turned his head to look at Jiang Chuan. At this time, the man standing behind him had his back to the light, so he couldn't see what kind of emotions were on his face, but only heard him ask: "Have you told anyone else about your dealings with Andrei?"

  After some thought, Fang Yu said: "No one else has ever mentioned it before, after all, it's not a pleasant memory, but now I..."

  The man's eyes dimmed slightly as he heard this, and he wondered why he was asking this. He then continued slowly, "Do you know or not that during a certain period of time when you were unconscious, the black circle had been very severe on me? At that time, I received an email that detailed everything and even told me about your sexual orientation, telling me to put all the blame on you?"

  Jiang Chuan's words had not been finished yet.

  The black-haired young man standing by the bathroom door had a spaced-out look on his face - at this moment, he could only hear the rumbling thunder in his head, one wave after another. Without any warning or defense, when he was about to forget the matter himself, Jiang Chuan brought it up, and before that, he had easily denied that he had ever mentioned this matter to anyone.

  Including Fang Yu.

  He didn't even have a chance to use Fang Yu as a shield.

  His facial expression changed again and again, he was too lazy to make any more excuses - it's obvious that no matter how shocked or frightened he looked now, he would probably use the excuse "I'm shocked by the exposure of my privacy" to cover up afterwards. After thinking for a while, his mouth cracked open, revealing big white teeth: "Maybe I sent it to you with brain waves when I was unconscious."

  He thought Jiang Chuan would mock him.

  Unexpectedly, the latter nodded and gave face: "It's not impossible, the sender's address of that email I tracked was my own computer, and I still don't understand what happened."

  A stiff smile froze on his face, three seconds later, he fled in disarray.

  ……

  Thirty minutes later, Jin Yan and Jiang Chuan tidied up and went out - before opening the door, he had mentally prepared to face a row of bodyguards, but unexpectedly, the corridor was empty. Facing a dark-haired young man who looked like a curious country bumpkin peeking around, the man standing behind him showed a helpless expression: "Let those people go back, the security here is not bad, and there are so many people, how can we scare the neighbors?"

  You still care about social order.

  He smiled dryly and followed Jiang Chuan to the elevator, walking slowly behind him. After entering the elevator, Jiang Chuan directly pressed the button for the minus one floor parking lot. At this time, Jin Ran's eyelids twitched wildly, and he had to emphasize again: "I won't ride in your car, I just got out of bed and haven't exercised enough, don't want to lie down again."

  "You question my technique."

  "It's as if you really have it."

  "Drive instead of riding a motorcycle, okay?"

  Jiang Chuan turned his back, revealing a helpless expression - although he probably thought Jian Ran couldn't see him, but unbeknownst to him, his expression was completely reflected on the metal door frames of the elevator on both sides. The black-haired young man standing behind him saw it clearly and thought that this look of his was... extremely cute.

  If it weren't for the fact that he had seen so many black-clad bodyguards, holding umbrellas and handing out gloves, with a butler standing by, watching as if they were afraid he would trip or bump into something, anyone who told Jian Ran that this guy was the heir to the Black Hand Party family would probably laugh their head off and then tell that person to go take some medicine... Jian Ran's gaze kept drifting back to Jiang Chuan's shoulder, thinking for a moment before suddenly freezing, reaching out to poke his back: "If you're an investor, shouldn't you know who else is going to be in this play? I heard there's also a pirate captain, and even a first mate..."

  Just as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Chuan standing by the elevator door turn around and look at him with a expressionless face - this glance was full of warning and displeasure.

  It's inexplicably strange.

  "You'll see soon enough," said Jiang Chuan calmly, "be honest after we meet, the money hasn't even arrived in Claire's company account yet, and if I'm not happy, I might just withdraw everything to invest in Transformers 6 instead, and then this movie won't be made either. Ah, my father will probably be delighted to hear that too—"

  “……”

  He even performed a real-life version of "Tian Liang Wang Po" for him to see.

  He still hoped to make a name for himself in Hollywood and around the world with this nautical film, so of course he was saying whatever the investors wanted to hear, and didn't dare ask what Jiang Chuan meant by that. He shrank his head and sent Fang Yu a text message telling him that he was leaving with Jiang Chuan to get ready for the studio. By then they had already left the elevator and arrived at the parking lot, where he saw Jiang Chuan's car - not some earth-shattering luxury vehicle, but just a Chevrolet Camaro, the original model of Bumblebee in the movie "Transformers".

  Suddenly felt that Jiang Chuan just now should not be joking - this guy seems to be a brain-dead fan of the Transformers movie series.

  "The car is not bad."

  "Seatbelt."

  "If you suddenly withdraw your funds, by tomorrow morning you'll find Mandrake and me hanging dead in front of your house."

  Jiang Chuan: "Fasten your seatbelt, don't make me repeat it for the third time."

  He quietly and carefully fastened his seatbelt, then in the instant he straightened up, Jiang Chuan's car "whooshed" out - that's right, "whooshed" out, and then "flew" out.

  They spent only an hour to complete a one-and-a-half-hour drive and stopped in front of the trial studio of Clare branch. Jing Yan tidied up her hair that was blown into a silly shape, checked to make sure her limbs were safely attached to her body, and silently vowed never to take any means of transportation with Jiang Chuan again, even if it was just a bicycle.

  "Haven't you ever thought of getting a pilot's license in the past? After all, it's probably only airplanes that..."

  "I do," the man calmly extinguished the cigarette, unfastened his seatbelt and said without lifting his head, "Do you want me to personally drive you back home?"

  "......Then it's settled." Jian Yan's lips twitched slightly, "Actually, I've already bought a return ticket, don't waste money."

  "The ticket can be refunded."

  "Discounted tickets are non-refundable, non-changeable and non-transferable."

  Gang Chuan didn't say a word, stopped the car, circled around to Jian Ran's side and opened the door for him. After getting out of the car, Jian Ran rummaged through his bag and pulled out a duck-billed cap which he clamped onto his head to salvage his hairdo, then shoved both hands into his jacket pockets, lowered his head and followed Gang Chuan into the Claire Corporation building.

  As the world's largest film and television media company, Claire's decoration is high-end and atmospheric, even if it's just a branch. The grandeur of its lobby is no less than that of Kawana's headquarters in China, which has the royal title. As I walked in, I saw movie posters covering the ceiling - like many other film and media companies, those posters started from Claire's first film "The Lady of the Lake" shot in the 70s and 80s, when Marilyn Monroe was still active. At that time, Claire had already produced award-winning works, and as I walked forward step by step, the movie era gradually approached modern times. The long corridor seemed to have taken me through the evolutionary history of world cinema...

  "To be able to stand here, it feels like I'm dreaming. " Jian Ran glanced at Jiang Chuan walking in front of him, "I don't even know who to thank."

  "Don't put words in my mouth. When I decided to invest in 'Mysterious Seeds', I didn't even know who you were." The man walking ahead said without turning back, "Investors can interfere with the selection of actors, but I couldn't possibly fully intervene. This isn't like domestic TV dramas where you can buy the male and female leads with money. And if it were up to me... Xu Qianqian wouldn't be my choice either."

  Knowing that he was winning with his strength, the black-haired young man who followed behind him had already cracked a smile and said in a very good mood: "What else can an investor interfere with?"

  Jiang Chuan: “......”

  He thought for a moment, and suddenly his face froze with a smile as if he had remembered something. He took two or three steps to catch up with the person in front of him and grabbed him: "So it was you who had my 'God's Redemption' sexy back poster taken away?!"

  Jiang Chuan walked ahead, clearing his throat: "The whole butt is exposed, too revealing - if this gets spread domestically and your mom or grandma sees it, they definitely won't be able to accept it."

  "How did you know?!"

  Jiang Chuan: "Because even a young man like me can't accept it."

  Jian Ran: "A young boy? Who?"

  Jiang Chuan fell silent, and by this time they had completed the repetitive action of "getting in the elevator" and "getting out of the elevator". The two walked shoulder to shoulder in the spacious corridor, and then Jiang Chuan led him to the door of the second-to-last office. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and after hearing a response from inside, he was about to push the door open and walk in when Jiang Chuan suddenly grabbed him. He looked up in surprise, but didn't expect to meet a pair of very serious-looking eyes: "Do you remember what I said before?"

  "What?"

  "If you're not honest, go invest in Transformers."

  "How can I not be honest? I can still play a set of monkey fists inside?"

  He pushed open the door with a flourish, muttering to himself as he did so. On the other side of the door was a luxurious conference room, where the table was already filled with people. Jian saw their company's CEO Luo Cheng, his agent Fang Yu, and the temporary actor-producer Mandel had invited, as well as the famous director Paul Peter. At this moment, everyone turned their faces in unison to look at Jian and Jiang standing in the doorway.

  He moved his lips slightly, looking a bit tense, and was about to greet everyone when he caught sight of a certain figure sitting in the corner, head down playing with a handheld game console.

  Red hair.

  Amber eyes.

  A sharp chin and pale skin from the side view.

  Little Black Hamster

  "……Xide? How are you here?" Jin Ran's face was shocked.

  At the same time, hearing his voice, people who were originally engrossed in playing games looked up and lazily glanced at him: "In the script, the pirate captain Dill had another title called 'Siren of the Sea'. To be good-looking and able to sing like a Siren, I think that on this entire planet, apart from me, who else is there?"