"This sports car is so cool! Whose is it?"
"Do we even have a rich second-generation like that at our school?"
Just as everyone was discussing whose princeling might have brought the car, Song Yun got out of the car door.
They all stared with wide eyes, unable to believe the scene unfolding before them.
The head of the literature and arts department could only sigh helplessly at this sight, realizing he had no right to expect someone so wealthy to regularly attend school evening parties.
Song Yun nodded to everyone and then waved for Yuan Siyi to get into the car.
After the car had driven far away, everyone finally snapped out of their shock.
"Oh my God, what did I just see? So Song Yun is actually rich?"
"Poor guy, being so busy and yet having to come watch a performance, and then being forced onstage to perform!"
"Handsome and rich as well! It's so rare! I can't take it anymore, I think I'm falling for him!"
...
Since Ye Qingqing was at the company tonight, Song Yun went home with Yuan Siyi and then went straight to bed after washing up.
The next morning, Song Yun was preparing breakfast when he saw Yuan Siyi bouncing down the stairs in her pajamas.
"Bro! You're an internet sensation now!"
Yuan Siyi, holding her phone, said gleefully to Song Yun, "Everyone's trying to dig up your information; a bunch of friends called me bright and early wanting your contact info!"
What the hell. thank you for using mv _l _e _mpy _r
Song Yun, perplexed, took Yuan Siyi's phone and found that "Magic Capital University Literature and Arts Evening, a Singing Master Emerges!" was one of the top ten trending topics on wb.
Song Yun clicked on it and saw a screen recording of himself singing the night before.
Although the image wasn't very clear, his handsome face and magnetic voice were moderately distinguishable.
He scrolled through the comments section, which was full of praise.
"This little brother is damn handsome! Begging for his contact info!"
"His singing is as good as the professional singers!"
"I'll pay 100,000 yuan for this little brother's WeChat, contact me anytime if you have info!"
Song Yun couldn't help but feel slightly better after reading these comments, after all, who doesn't like to be complimented?
At Mo Jing Group, just as Ye Qingqing finished dealing with some work, Mo Li rushed in with her phone.
Seeing the phone screen almost smashing into her face, Ye Qingqing quickly snatched it away and shot Mo Li a reproachful look.
Turning her attention back to the phone, she realized it was just a singing video—what was there to be so excited about?
After the partner swiftly agreed, the detective sat back in his chair and leisurely replied to the rich ladies' messages, one by one.
He did the math; as long as nothing went wrong with this job, he was set to make over four million! That was enough to live lavishly for years!
At the thought, a flurry of women's pictures popped into his mind. It seemed he'd been on edge lately and needed to unwind—should he call Li Li tonight, or Xiao Hua?
Youth is for making choices, but with money, he wanted them all!
As the private detective was daydreaming, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it!" he called out impatiently.
But then he furrowed his brow; something was off. Considering his line of work in the gray areas, he had to change his residence often. He had been in this apartment for less than half a month; it was impossible for a regular client to know his location.
"Hello sir, your delivery has arrived!"
A male voice came from the door.
Delivery?
His instincts tensed in an instant—he never shopped online. Who was this person outside?
"Sir?"
"I haven't ordered anything, you've got the wrong place!"
He kept a watchful eye on the door. If the person outside tried to break in, he could jump out the window from the third floor.
"Eh? Isn't this Building 10, Apartment 301?"
The delivery guy outside asked.
Turns out it was a mix-up. The detective let go of the window handle and exhaled deeply.
He'd been so tense lately that he was becoming paranoid.
Slipping on his slippers, he peeked through the peephole and saw a man in a delivery uniform outside, his darkened face a testament to long hours worked under the sun.
Opening the door reluctantly, he said, "The building next door is..."
He hadn't finished speaking when the delivery guy pushed his way in, and in an instant, dozens of men ran up from upstairs and downstairs.
"No threats inside!"
After searching the place, the men declared, "I am arresting you for the crime of stealing national citizens' information security. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say may be used as evidence in court!"
"This is a misunderstanding! I'm just an ordinary person!"
"As for the truth, we have the evidence! And just so you know, your hacker friend won't escape either!"
Hearing this, the private detective stopped resisting.
Before leaving his home, he took one last longing look at his computer.
To his surprise, the private forum's website, which had been on his screen, now showed "404"!