Metropolis: I was forced to be the villain

When the news of Chen Li's escape reached Jiang Yanchen's ears, he smiled lightly, and even murmured to himself in disbelief, "Is there such a good thing?"

The reason why Jiang Yanchen called Xu Cong was to provoke the relationship between him and Chen Li.

However, from Jiang Yanchen's point of view, just a phone call would at most make Xu Cong suspicious, and it was far from possible to make him and Chen Li turn against each other.

But now there is news of Chen Li's escape, which undoubtedly shows that Xu Cong has turned against Chen Li. To Jiang Yanchen, this is simply a piece of cake from the sky.

"Let the two of them toss about it." Jiang Yanchen sighed, waved his arm, and shouted to Xiaobai who was not far away: "Go, go to the bar to see old friends!"

Xiaobai was driving, and Jiang Yanchen was sitting in the back seat of the car. He lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke slowly, and looked out the car window. The street lights on the side of the road had turned into a beautiful landscape.

"Master, tomorrow morning I'm going to Tang Zhuang's Board of Directors, Xu Cong and the others won't be messing around again, right?" Xiao Bai asked.

Jiang Yanchen sighed softly, "That old fellow Xu Cong is very scheming, even if he wants to do something, he won't do it himself, he will only order the people below to do it."

"But I'm sure they won't do anything wrong with tomorrow's board meeting." Jiang Yanchen's eyes were fixed, as if he had seen through everything.

Soon, the car came to the bar, and the bright lights could be seen inside the house.

Several bodyguards hurried over, and they bowed respectfully, "Master!"

Jiang Yanchen nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work!"

As he spoke, he took out a bank card from his pocket, and said: Here is 30 yuan, share it with the brothers, and eat something good!

"Thank you sir!"

The bodyguards immediately bent down excitedly and saluted. If they went to work, they might work hard for a year without seeing so much money.

Jiang Yanchen stepped into the bar, and at a glance, he saw Lin Mo lying on the desk, sleeping soundly. In the upper left corner of the desk, there were several wine bottles tilted here and there.

"Master, this..." Xiaobai frowned slightly, pointed at Lin Mo, and hesitated to speak.

"It's okay, as long as the manuscript is finished, he can do anything!" Jiang Yanchen raised his hand to stop Xiaobai who was about to rush over, and walked over slowly.

He first looked around the desk, and finally fixed his eyes on the computer screen, which was already black at the moment.

After touching the mouse, the computer screen lighted up again, and the page displayed was a Word document.

"Well, I wrote a lot." Jiang Yanchen rolled the mouse wheel, looked at the pages of densely packed text, and felt a little settled.

"Go away!"

Suddenly, Lin Mo didn't know whether he was dreaming or drunk and talking nonsense, or it was intentional. In short, he suddenly shook his arm and shouted: "Go away!"

Jiang Yanchen was naturally a little upset by Lin Mo's sudden move, but he didn't lift his foot to kick Lin Mo, but walked to the side sofa and sat down as if nothing had happened.

"Master, do you want me to get a basin of cold water?" Xiao Bai bent down slightly, looked at Lin Mo, then at Jiang Yanchen, and asked in a low voice.

"Don't get it on the computer!" After Jiang Yanchen said lightly, he leaned on the sofa and looked at the whole bar.

It can be described as "messy". Empty wine bottles can be seen everywhere in the bar, crumbling here and there.

Lin Mo almost drank up the bar's stock. It's only been a while, less than a month.

The ghost knows that this guy eats wine as a meal every day, and Jiang Yanchen also has some headaches.

In fact, the consumption of the bar, as well as the consumption of human resources, is huge every day.

"Suddenly I feel that it's not worth it!" Jiang Yanchen suddenly had such a thought in his mind.

He knew that Lin Mo, as a time traveler, was equipped with a super memory system. As long as he wrote those famous scripts, the wealth he could create would be huge.

According to Jiang Yanchen's estimation, it is not impossible to even earn hundreds of billions with the script.

But the premise is that Lin Mo cooperates obediently and the daily output is sufficient.

As it is now, Lin Mo has been writing for so long, and only four-fifths of the script of Sword Slashing Jianghu has been written.

At this speed of coding, Jiang Yanchen knew that he didn't have that much money for Lin Mo to squander.

Xiao Bai came in with a pot of water, first glanced at Jiang Yanchen, saw the latter nodding, then walked to Lin Mo's side, picked up the pot, and poured it directly on top of Lin Mo's head.

The moment the water rushed over Lin Mo's head, he jumped up and shouted, "What's going on?! What's going on!"

Lin Mo staggered and fell to the ground. He reached out to wipe the water off his face, and when he took a closer look, he saw Xiao Bai holding a kettle and looking at him indifferently.

"It's you!"

A coldness flashed in Lin Mo's eyes. He slowly got up from the ground, wiped off the water on his body, and turned his eyes to the sofa. There was a familiar figure from his back, which made him hate it to the bone.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Mo's expression was indifferent and his tone was blunt.

Jiang Yanchen remained silent, just playing with the empty wine bottle in his hand.

Xiaobai put down the kettle, folded his arms and said loudly: "You haven't finished your manuscript yet? How many days has it been? You can't do anything except drink?"

Facing Xiaobai's question, Lin Mo chuckled, and walked back to his seat nonchalantly, "Do you think writing is just writing casually? You don't need to conceive a storyline? You don't need to figure out the inner changes of characters?"

Jiang Yanchen said indifferently: "You really don't need it, you can just write it out!"

"Don't forget, you have a super memory!" Jiang Yanchen emphasized.

It was this sentence that shocked Lin Mo again. Before that, he only suspected that Jiang Yanchen knew that he had a system.

But looking at it now, Jiang Yanchen must know the details. Lin Mo's proud body gradually relaxed a little, and he began to show weakness.

Jiang Yanchen didn't talk nonsense with him, but said indifferently: "I'll give you three more days, and I want to see the complete script of Sword Slashing Jianghu, otherwise, what I told you before won't count!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yanchen stood up, and said indifferently: "Because, you couldn't do it first."

Seeing Jiang Yanchen leave without even looking at him from the beginning to the end, Lin Mo felt his teeth itch with hatred. He punched the desk, and the empty wine bottle on the desk immediately rolled to the ground, with broken sounds one after another.

After venting, Lin Mo's body softened, and he slumped down on the chair, staring blankly at the empty wine bottles, and at the lines of text on the computer screen, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, "Hmph, I thought What good things can be done through time travel, but I didn't expect that nothing was done, and my drinking capacity has increased a lot!"