Returning to Taiwan in 2000 as a patriotic artist

Chapter 1 I desperately want to improve.

"Gu Bei, I'm pregnant!"

"Why are you contacting me if you're pregnant? Go find whoever got you pregnant!"

"I don't care, if you don't become the father of my child, I'll report you for rape!"

"You... fine, you win!"

Images flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Gu Bei felt warm all over, but his head was spinning.

The headlights of the white Dayun truck were so bright they hurt his eyes; the front of the truck pinned him against the wall, and he couldn't move at all.

"click"

The car door opened, and a woman carrying a dark-skinned baby stepped out, walking slowly towards them: "Gu Bei, you beast!"

"If you didn't want to raise my child, why did you lie to me and let me give birth to it?"

Do you know how desperate I felt when I heard at the hospital that you had run away?

"It's all your fault! You forced me into this!"

Hearing this furious voice before his death, Gu Bei felt a surge of satisfaction.

He endured it for several months, just waiting for the woman to give birth to the child, and then he would run away.

Ha ha!

Trying to play dirty with me? Let's see who can outmaneuver whom!

[Beep beep beep...]

[The parasite system has been activated!]

The host can choose one host to parasitize.

[After parasitizing, the parasite creates a complete work, and the host will randomly receive a more powerful work.]

[The two sides compete, and the winner receives 1 point.]

Points can be redeemed for future entertainment content.

[Parasite Countdown: 71:59:59]

[Parasite Countdown: 71:59:58]

[Parasite Countdown: 71:59:57]

Information was racing through my mind.

Gu Bei covered his head and struggled to stand up.

The small bathroom, only a few square meters in size, was filled with steam, and the sound of the showerhead was constant. A bar of white soap lay on the smooth tile floor.

"Parasite system? What the heck is that?"

"Where did they put me?"

Gu Bei was naked, one hand supporting himself on the sink, the other wiping the fog off the mirror.

He stared in disbelief at his reflection in the mirror.

At 20 years old, he had long hair, tight skin, a high nose bridge, and firm muscles. His eyebrows and eyes were a bit immature, and he was even more handsome than Leon Lai when he was young.

It seems today is June 28, 2000.

The location is a rented house in Taipei City, Taiwan Province.

I stepped on a bar of soap and tripped and fell.

Gu Bei remembers it very clearly!

He's been a resident singer at the "Wooden Guitar" folk music restaurant on Wuchang Street in Ximending lately.

A woman named Yang frequently requested songs and tipped him, and even sent someone to pick him up and take him to a hotel to discuss "business," but he refused her without hesitation.

Who in their right mind goes to a hotel to discuss business?

After that, not only did she fail to enter the entertainment industry, she almost lost her job as a resident singer.

After many ups and downs, the company finally opened, and after years of hard work until all my hair fell out, it still went bankrupt.

At the age of 45, Gu Bei sat on the rooftop and thought for a long time: if he had gone to see Sister Yang back then, would his life have been much smoother?

It's not like someone would even covet that little bit of retirement money.

Gu Bei casually turned off the water heater, dried himself off, put on jeans and a black T-shirt, and walked out of the bathroom.

On the living room table, a Nokia 3310 with a blue screen is vibrating gently, emitting a pleasant ringtone.

"Nokia Tune......."

Gu Bei took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and pressed the answer button:

"Hello, this is Gu Bei."

Upon hearing the voice, the young woman on the other end of the phone politely said:

"Hello Mr. Gu, I am Xiaoyun, an assistant from Eagle King Entertainment Company."

"Our colleague, Ms. Yang, would like to invite you to the Crystal Grand Hotel to discuss business. Would that be convenient for you?"

Discussing business?

Are you kidding me?

I'm a man with a system now!

How could you possibly be a kept man?

Forget it, I'm not pretending anymore!

I love Sister Yang!

"Yes, I'm free now."

Gu Bei took his phone and walked to the window, turning to look down. He saw a Mercedes-Benz van parked downstairs.

Next to the car, a young girl was looking up and answering a phone call.

Their eyes met.

The girl smiled, revealing a very professional expression.

"Mr. Gu, please come down if you are ready."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Bei put on his sneakers and slowly walked downstairs.

Thinking of Sister Yang's alluring figure and her 30 years of youthful vigor, I wonder if I could tame this vixen.

With my mind a jumble of thoughts, the Mercedes-Benz van had already come to a steady stop in front of the Crystal Glamour Hotel.

When Gu Bei pushed open the door that would determine his fate, he saw a truly stunning scene.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the Taipei night view.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a woman with long hair cascading down her back leaned lazily on the sofa, wearing a loose white silk bathrobe.

She held a glass of red wine in her hand, and as she swirled it, her neckline slipped down, revealing her delicate collarbone and tattooed shoulders.

The hem of her bathrobe was casually draped over her shoulders, revealing her slender, straight, long legs stretched out without any cover, her skin smooth and radiant in the warm light.

A thin silver chain hung from her ankle, with a small golden bell dangling from it.

With a gentle wiggle of the toes, the little bell jingled.

This is a bamboo viper trying to lure its prey closer.

The moment Gu Bei saw Sister Yang, this thought immediately popped into his mind.

In his previous life, he learned a lot about the inside story of Eagle King Entertainment from within the industry.

I heard that a few years ago he was in Xin'an, Hong Kong. After Hong Kong's return to China in 97, he switched to the finance, real estate and entertainment industries.

There's also braised pork knuckle rice...

Now I've been sent to Taiwan to expand business.

"Gu Bei, you've arrived."

"I've been to the folk song restaurant several times, and each time I've requested songs and given you tips. I wonder if you remember?"

Yang Wanqing beckoned for Gu Bei to sit down.

Gu Bei immediately pretended to be shy and sat down.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Sister Yang was going commando under her bathrobe, the glimpses of her skin sparking all sorts of fantasies.

"Your accent doesn't sound like you're from Taiwan?" Yang Wanqing took out another glass and poured a glass of red wine for Gu Bei as well.

She asked casually, as if chatting with someone, "Where is your hometown?"

"I am from Chaoshan."

Gu Bei recalled his grandfather's words: "In 39, the Japanese invaded Chaoshan, killing people, robbing money, and stealing food everywhere."

"During the Great Famine of 43, my grandparents fled to Taipei."

Back then, my grandfather and his three brothers fled separately.

A few years ago, my father went back to look for his relatives and found that there were not many people left in the village.

Their biggest wish now is for the whole family to get mainland ID cards and be recognized as ancestors.

Unfortunately, my grandfather's wish from his previous life was never fulfilled before his death.

"Oh...we're from Hong Kong." Yang Wanqing looked surprised and delighted. "Back then, my grandparents also fled with their family and went to Hong Kong to stay with relatives."

"We're so lucky to have met," she said, raising her glass. "Let's drink to that fate."

"We should have a drink," Gu Bei said, feigning a shy smile.

He deliberately picked up the wine and took a big gulp, immediately choking and turning his face red.

Seeing this, Yang Wanqing quickly came over like a caring older sister, reaching out to stroke his back, her full breasts always intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against him.

Sensing Yang Jie's subtle actions, Gu Bei pretended to be embarrassed while chatting with her casually.

Before they knew it, both of them were a little drunk.

As Yang Wanqing stood up to pour the wine, her legs went weak, and she ended up sitting on Gu Bei's lap, pressing her whole body against him.

"Sis, are you drunk?"

"How about I carry you to bed to rest?"

Gu Bei knew perfectly well what was going on.

Before Sister Yang could answer, they had already carried her to the bed.

He was just about to make his next move.

A leather whip had appeared in Sister Yang's hand sometime during the night...

Do we have to go to such lengths?

In Gu Bei's mind, the system countdown was ticking away second by second:

[Parasite Countdown: 67:36:00]