Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the school term.

Gu Heng and Yang Mi walked side by side on their way home.

The girl next to me practically has "I have a problem" written all over her forehead.

She was absent-minded the whole way, repeatedly kicking an innocent little pebble by the roadside with her toes.

Several times, the words were about to come out, but I swallowed them back down.

His hesitant expression almost made Gu Heng burst out laughing.

Finally, as she passed by a park in the middle of the street, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"You, stop right there!"

Yang Mi grabbed Gu Heng's arm and pulled him onto a bench like an eagle snatching a chick.

Then he put his hands on his hips, striking a pose that said, "You're dead if you don't explain yourself today."

"explain!"

"What exactly is that method you just mentioned?"

Yang Mi stretched out her index finger and poked and poked at Gu Heng's forehead.

"Buy all the dresses? Are you running a fever? You're talking nonsense."

She clearly didn't take that seriously.

In her opinion, Gu Heng was smarter and more mature than his peers since childhood, but he was still a student after all. What way could he possibly make a lot of money?

Unless you rob a bank.

"I'm serious."

Gu Heng brushed away the finger that was messing with his forehead.

"For this World Cup, the sports lottery center has launched a game where you can predict the champion. I want to put all our money into it."

The smile on Yang Mi's face slowly disappeared.

She frowned, looking Gu Heng up and down several times as if she were seeing him for the first time.

"You mean, betting on football?"

"Let me correct that."

Gu Heng raised a finger and said with a serious expression.

"This is called buying state-issued sports lottery tickets, which is a contribution to our country's sports cause. It's legal, compliant, and even a bit noble."

Just kidding, buddy, this is called taking advantage of the times, not gambling.

"Isn't that still gambling!"

Yang Mi's voice rose considerably.

She quickly covered her mouth, looking around nervously, afraid that a passing old lady would overhear.

"My dad's a cop! If he finds out I went with you to do this, he'll break my legs."

She was a little angry.

This was a completely different person from the steady, reliable, and always reliable Heng Ge she remembered.

Gu Heng did not argue; actions always speak louder than words.

He silently pulled an old envelope, some years old, from the inner pocket of his backpack.

He dumped everything inside onto the bench.

There was a stack of banknotes bundled with rubber bands, as well as a few loose coins, and even a few steel coins.

"All my belongings, my New Year's money and pocket money, are in here."

Gu Heng pushed the money forward.

"I'm prepared to spend two thousand dollars on Brazil."

Yang Mi stared at the pile of money, stunned.

In an era when a meat bun cost only 50 cents, 2,000 yuan was an enormous sum for a junior high school student.

But Gu Heng didn't even blink.

Why Brazil?

Yang Mi's tone softened, but her brows remained furrowed.

"intuition."

That was all Gu Heng could say.

You can't exactly say, "I came back more than a decade later, knowing that Ronaldo would lead the Samba Army to victory with ease and ultimately lift the World Cup trophy."

After hearing this, Yang Mi would probably call 120 immediately and have him taken to the psychiatric ward.

The air grew quiet.

Yang Mi was a little confused by his actions.

She stared into Gu Heng's eyes, trying to discern something within them.

But there was no emotion in those eyes, let alone any sense of guilt.

From childhood to adulthood, this person seems to have never made a mistake.

When taught to build with blocks, she always managed to build the tallest structure; when encouraged to become a model, she actually made it onto the cover of Rayli magazine.

Every time, he acted like an all-knowing prophet.

"The risk is too great." She was still hesitant.

Gu Heng smiled. "So I don't intend to use your money for nothing. If we win, you get 30% of the profits; if we lose, I'll work to pay you back your principal later."

Yang Mi remained silent.

She bit her lip, looking down at her toes, as if she were having a fierce internal struggle.

A long time passed.

Just when Gu Heng thought she was about to refuse, Yang Mi suddenly raised her head.

"Wait for me!"

After saying that, she turned and ran towards her home.

Gu Heng watched her disappearing figure around the corner, knowing that the matter had been resolved.

About half an hour later.

Yang Mi ran back breathlessly, carrying a pink tin cookie box in her arms.

Gu Heng recognized this thing; it was Yang Mi's lifeline, her secret stash of money.

Yang Mi placed the box in front of Gu Heng and opened it.

Inside were neatly stacked banknotes.

She received royalties from Rayli magazine, as well as New Year's money she had saved up since childhood.

"Eight thousand dollars."

She pushed the entire box in front of Gu Heng, her eyes filled with a resolute determination.

"This is all I have left. If you dare to lose..."

She paused, ground her two little tiger teeth, and added fiercely.

"If you lose, you'll have to support me for the rest of my life! I want to eat the best and wear the most expensive clothes!"

Is there such a good thing?

Gu Heng felt a surge of joy as he looked at the ten thousand yuan in front of him and the girl across from him who had placed all her trust in him. His heart warmed.

He picked up the top hundred-yuan bill and waved it in front of Yang Mi.

"rest assured."

"You can start looking at magazines and picking out styles now."

……

Now we have the money.

The goal has been clearly defined.

Now, only one technical problem remains for Gu Heng.

carried out.

Two minors walked into a lottery station with 10,000 yuan in cash, saying they wanted to go all in on the World Cup champion.

This scene looks exactly like the opening of some legal programs.

The boss will most likely pat the child on the head with a smile, praise the kid for being funny, and then call the police station to receive a banner of appreciation from the kind citizen.

He needs an adult to act as a white glove.

This person must be absolutely reliable, easy to control, and preferably not very bright.

A suitable candidate quickly came to mind for Gu Heng.

His unreliable uncle, Liu Jun.

26 years old, unmarried, top cashier at Jiedaokou Community Supermarket.

My only pursuit in life is to play a couple of rounds of mahjong with my neighbors after get off work and chat a bit.

On Saturday afternoon, Gu Heng intercepted his uncle, who had just gotten off work and was about to sneak off to the card room to dominate the game, at the entrance of the supermarket.

"Hey, Hengzi, school's out? Need to see your uncle? If you want an ice pop, help yourself, put it on my tab."

Liu Jun smiled when he saw his incredibly handsome nephew.

Gu Heng nodded, pulled him to a secluded alleyway, and got straight to the point.

"Uncle, I need your help a lot."

He stuffed a heavy envelope into Liu Jun's hand.

Liu Jun felt the thickness of the object and was startled. He quickly opened it and took a look, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Holy crap!"

He shoved the envelope back into Gu Heng's hand, shaking his head vigorously.

"Did you go rob a bank, you little brat?"

Gu Heng explained succinctly, "It's my and Mimi's money. I'd like to ask you for help to buy sports lottery tickets."

Liu Jun's expression instantly shifted from shock to vigilance.

"No, no, absolutely not! You two little brats, where did you get so much money? And you're going to use it to buy lottery tickets? That's ridiculous!"

Gu Heng was completely expecting his uncle's reaction.

"If my sister finds out, she'll skin me alive," Liu Jun muttered to himself.

Gu Heng spoke calmly.

"What if my grandma knew that your blind date failed again this year?"

"You little brat!"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Liu Jun growled in a low voice, "You dare threaten me?"

"If my mom knew that the money you lost to Uncle Li at cards last week was borrowed from her..."

Liu Jun's expression froze.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then pulled Gu Heng even closer.

His attitude did a complete 180-degree turn, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"How can I help you?"

Gu Heng's lips curled up slightly.

It became.

"It's very simple."

He handed the envelope back to Liu Jun, "World Cup champion prediction, all of them, bet on Brazil to win."

"Remember, don't buy from the same store; only a fool would do that."

"Make five trips, find five different lottery stations, and buy two thousand each time. Don't shoot, sneak into the village quietly."

He explained the details of the purchase clearly, word by word.

Liu Jun was stunned. Holding the 10,000 yuan, he felt the envelope in his hand was burning hot.

In the end, he nodded with difficulty.

"Okay... I'll help you. But it's a deal: this is a secret between you and me, and absolutely your mother can't find out!"

"Don't worry, am I that kind of person?"

Gu Heng watched as his uncle carefully tucked the envelope into his pocket and disappeared into the crowd like a thief, and felt reassured.

Now, all we have to do is wait for that whistle to sound.