Su Nan threw a white eye directly. "You think it's beautiful. Don't say she's celebrating my birthday. Even if I can have a chance to have dinner together one day, I guess I'll faint."

After that, he sighed, "Alas, but I can only think about how a superstar like Zhou Zifei could eat with us."

Yang Xuan smiled and didn't say much. He just took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the old slave.

The old slave replied quickly: I inform you that Zhou Zifei is your employee.

Yang Xuan: my employees?

Lao Nu: her brokerage company, Tianyu media, is also one of your industries.

Yang Xuan stared at him: what is it? Tianyu media is also my company?

This surprised Yang Xuan. Tianyu media is the largest and hottest brokerage company in China. There are countless artists under Tianyu media, most of which are under Tianyu media.

Old slave: wait, did you see Zhou Zifei last year? I'll arrange for her to fly to Nanjiang immediately. I'll ask someone to arrange for her to serve you well.

Yang Xuan: shit, what the fuck do you think? I just ask. Later, you ask her to contact me sometime. I have something to do with her.

Old slave: Yes!

"What are you doing? Don't play with mobile phones. It's time to perform every month."

Su Nan saw Yang Xuan playing with his mobile phone and quickly reminded him.

Zhao Yue wears a white gauze skirt with exquisite facial features and exquisite curves. When she stops there, she looks like an immortal daughter.

As the music sounded, Zhao Yue gently sang a graceful melody, which stunned the audience at the scene.

Not to mention, Zhao Yue really has two brushes in this regard. Her voice is ethereal, intonation and emotion are in place in all aspects, and her skills are perfect.

After singing for less than a minute, four tutors, including Zhou Zifei, had turned around at the same time.

After singing a song, a burst of thunderous applause broke out on the scene. The four tutors were also excited and launched a competition for Zhao Yue.

"Yueyue is great!"

Su Nan also stood up and applauded excitedly, and felt happy for Zhao Yue from the bottom of her heart.

"Yang Xuan, you see how great Zhao Yue is. Zhou Zifei pressed the direct key for him. It's great... Hmm? What's the matter with you?"

While Su Nan was dancing, she suddenly found something wrong with Yang Xuan next to her.

Yang Xuan stretched his face, stared at the screen with two eyes, and even his shoulders trembled slightly.

"Are you not feeling well?" Su Nan hurriedly asked.

Yang Xuan recovered and said with a smile, "it's all right. I'm infected by the atmosphere of the program. I'll go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Then he stood up and went out. The moment he walked out of the door, Yang Xuan's face sank. He went to a quiet place downstairs and dialed Ying, "Ying, I want to confirm one thing to you. Is Bai Chen dead or not?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, "why did you suddenly ask this? Didn't white dust be ambushed and burned alive five years ago?"

Yang Xuan frowned and said, "but when he found his body, it had been burned into coke. How can we conclude that the coke must be the body of white dust only by some personal belongings?"

There was another silence on the other end of the phone. "What happened?"

"The one and only one as like as two peas," Yang Xuan sighed lightly. "I saw a guy on TV just now, wearing a hat, but his ecological behavior and body shape are just the same as white dust. And even if I'm across the TV screen, I can feel his unique temperament."

Just now, while watching the good voice of China, Yang Xuan accidentally saw a familiar shadow in the audience. Just less than a minute later, the man left quickly.

"Is your original suspicion correct? Is white dust really not dead? Are you sure that person is white dust?"

The shadow was surprised at the other end of the phone.

Yang Xuan sighed as like as two peas. "He wore a hat. I didn't see the face. But the disposition and the temperament on the body were just like white dust. And five years ago, I kept doubting the death of white dust."

"First, you should know the strength of white dust. Do you remember? Later, when we found that group of people avenging white dust, we found that the strength of that group of people was just like that."

"At that time, I thought it strange that with the ability of white dust, how could it be planted in the hands of those people?"

"So I guessed at that time that the body burned into coke was probably not white dust."

After hearing this, the shadow asked, "but we found a string of white jade Buddha beads on the body, which is Bai Chen's favorite object. Even if someone makes a fake, who can take the string of white jade Buddha beads from Bai Chen's hand?"

Yang Xuan gently breathed out, "you're right. No one in the world can take down the string of white jade Buddha beads from the living white dust, but there is one exception."

"Who?"

"White dust himself!"

"You mean..."

"Yes!"

Yang Xuan said, "maybe this bureau itself was set by white dust himself."

"But... But why did he do that?" Asked the shadow.

Yang Xuan shook his head with a bitter smile. "Maybe only he knows the reason. Shadow, you have to rot in your stomach for what I told you just now. If my guess is correct, white dust must have his own reason."

"If he is still alive, but has not contacted you, it means that he doesn't want people to know that he is still alive. No matter what reason, you just know it yourself. Don't get him into trouble."

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

"Well, that's good."

Yang Xuan nodded. "I heard you've been on a mission in East Africa recently. Is everything going well?"

"It must be a lie to say smooth. In our business, every task is to walk on the tip of the knife. I have long been indifferent to life and death." The shadow sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Shadow, you have to promise me one thing. Anyway, you have to protect yourself."

***

"White dust is living or dead. Now I'm not sure, but I really don't want to see something happen to you one day. Do you understand what I mean?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before a dim voice came, "I can only try my best, because you know very well that no one can guarantee to be alive tomorrow in our business."

Yang Xuan closed his eyes and didn't speak again.

After hanging up the phone, his mind was very confused. His mind was full of the days when he swam next to death every day.

At the same time, I also think of the man named white dust. He always wears spotless white clothes, is silent, and is never good at expressing his emotions, but he always works for his brothers and sisters with his own practical actions.

Didi——

Just then, the phone suddenly rang. It was a strange number.

Yang Xuan connected and a nice woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Hello, Mr. Yang. I'm Zhou Zifei. The old president has explained to me just now. From now on, you are my master. If you need me now, I'll fly over and serve you well."