After having the Shenhao system, I was forced to spend money on men

[Urgent mission: Spend all 24 billion for Meng Suolin within 10 hours. 】

[Task reward: The daily quota limit is increased to [-] million, and three lottery opportunities are given. 】

[Mission failed: Recover all assets of the host. 】

Cen Jinjin, who was still lying in bed at noon, looked up to the sky and screamed.

I originally wanted to get Meng Suolin dressed up today, show his face on social platforms first, and gain popularity among passers-by.

But now, she has to spend one billion at a time. This is what the system forced her to do!

One billion, just to buy clothes and luxury cars, can't you do something meaningful?

Cen Jinjin called Li Xinyi and asked her to immediately contact the director of "Water Drops" in the name of the company.

Their company is willing to restart the filming of this science fiction movie with an investment of 10 billion.

There is only one condition, the male protagonist must be from the company, Meng Suolin.

When Li Xinyi heard that one billion, her eyes darkened. She had been working in a factory and driving screws for ten lifetimes, but she still could not earn one billion.

What happened to Cen Jinjin? He casually took out one billion? !

She can't really be the daughter of some top wealthy family!

"Please don't question me, just do it."

"Okay, Boss!"

Now the other four people in Li Xinyi's dormitory are all interns in the company and are under Li Xinyi's management. They are temporarily paid [-] yuan per month. The more projects they complete, the more bonuses they will get.

"Water Drops" is a science fiction novel that Cen Jinjin likes very much. It won the "Hugo Award" of the World Science Fiction Award and created a science fiction miracle.

Three or four years ago, news circulated on the Internet that the film had started filming, but the director changed again and again, and the filming was suspended due to lack of funds.

This is not only Yuan Cenjin’s own dream, but also the dream of domestic science fiction lovers.

The total investment in the "Wandering Project" that became a sensation some time ago was 2.5 million, so she would invest 10 billion.

One billion is not enough?

Then add more!

She wants country Z’s science fiction movies to be among the best in the world!

Before that, various actor trainings were arranged for Meng Suolin, who was born in opera.

Thinking about it, Cen Jinjin drove a Tiffany blue Bentley to the theater where Meng Suolin was sitting. There was a Porsche Panamera worth about 100 million next to him.

Outside the theater, the two-meter-high gray wall is covered with pieces of glass, which is simple and crude.

Before entering the door, I heard a woman's voice.

"Xiao Lin, I told you that as long as you stay with me for 2 yuan a month, I'm sure you'll be strong in this shabby theater. If you don't agree, forget it. Why did you run out to work in another company again?"

The senior brothers and sisters on the side couldn't stand it anymore and frowned:

"Yan Yu, are you done yet? Don't you see that Alin doesn't want to talk to you?"

"2 a month sounds nice, do you think we believe it..."

"Stop disturbing Ah Lin, it's like a piece of dog skin plaster."

The woman's name was Yan Yu. She was staring at Meng Suolin's profile in fascination. She didn't care what others said and didn't notice at all that Cen Jinjin opened the door.

When there was no response from Meng Suolin, Yan Yu persuaded him with sincerity:

"If you want to go filming or singing, how tiring it would be, and you have to be unspoken by those old and ugly female bosses. If you follow me, you can chat with me for 2 yuan a month. How relaxing it is."

"Old and ugly female boss? Hidden rules?"

At this time, a cold female voice sounded behind her, making Yan Yu's skinny shoulders tremble three times in fright.

Meng Suolin, who was wiping his weapon, looked at Cen Jinjin with a hint of surprise as the coldness in his eyes disappeared.

Yan Yu rolled his eyelids and blatantly looked up and down at Cen Jinjin. Deep jealousy flashed through his eyes. Then he tilted his mouth and said mockingly:

"Isn't it true? Those rich old women like the employees of Hidden Rules Company. Who are you?"

"I'm his boss."

As soon as Cen Jinjin said this, the brothers and sisters beside him were in an uproar.

Young and rich!

Beautiful and golden!

She was like a noble princess in ancient times who loved to go to the theater. She did not hesitate to step into this shabby and lowly theater in order to find a glimpse of the little actor.

The junior sisters from all walks of life shouted in their hearts and were already thinking about it!

Just listen to Yan Yu say sourly:

"Hey, boss? At a young age, you got close to your sponsor and built a company? Your sponsor is really willing to spend money to support you."

She spoke quickly, giving Cen Jinjin no chance to explain:

"Isn't your sponsor bald, short, fat and big-eared? You think it's disgusting, so you squander his money to find a handsome boy to satisfy your cravings?"

"Why don't you give it to your sister? Otherwise, be careful if I let your sponsor know what you are thinking, little bitch. I am very well-connected in the circle."

Yan Yu walked towards Meng Suolin with legs like bamboo poles, wanting to talk and mop up the trouble at the same time, but Meng Suolin ducked sideways and ran to Cen Jinjin's side.

This made her so angry that she stamped her feet, making her skinny bones even more exposed.

“What kind of person you are, think of others as that kind of person.”

Cen Jinjin took a deep breath. If she hadn't spent a billion dollars on a job to find a way out, otherwise she wouldn't be here listening to this woman beeping.

"Can you afford 2 yuan a month? You!"

Yan Yu pointed at Cen Jinjin like a shrew. She also wore a lot of jewelry on her hands, but her temperament was completely different from Cen Jinjin's.

Cen Jin's fingertips like bamboo shoots and the pearls on her fair lotus-rooted wrists are like a little princess raised in a castle.

Those gold chains and silver bracelets on Yan Yu's hands looked like they were hanging on the trunk of a dead tree.

Cen Jinjin smiled evilly:

"My sponsor gives me 100 million per month. If you are willing to give Meng Suolin to me, I will introduce my sponsor to you and deduct 1 and send the sponsor WeChat."

Yan Yu: "111111."

Yan Yu quickly bent down and held out his mobile phone as if to please.

Her financial sponsor is like a fat pig. He only gives her [-] yuan every month, and he still wants to marry her?

She doesn't want to serve you anymore!

Unexpectedly, Cen Jinjin crossed his arms and smiled brightly:

"I am my financial sponsor, and I receive 100 million yuan every month."

Seeing Yan Yu's defeat, several senior brothers and sisters couldn't help laughing.

Yan Yu's fig leaf was torn off and she fell into the vixen's trap. She turned green with anger and frowned:

"Who believes you!"

Cen Jinjin smiled calmly and asked Meng Suolin:

"How old is this theater?"

Meng Suolin was stunned. He didn't expect Cen Jinjin to ask this question:

"About 20 years."

Cen Jinjin looked up and saw Meng Suolin looking at him. He was wearing a smart white martial arts uniform, showing his masculinity.

His pupils were light brown, with some mottled black spots in them, just like the fallen maple leaves in the yard, withered and mottled, which fit perfectly with the simple and dilapidated theater, with a kind of broken and falling beauty.

"I'll pay 300 million to renovate the garden."

Cen Jinjin’s eyes were wide-eyed with a smile, just like when he was a child, carrying a small bench and watching a play in the village.

When Meng Suolin heard this, he was so shocked that he lost consciousness for a moment.

And Yan Yu and his junior brothers and sisters shouted out at the same time:

"three!!!"

"million??"

“Renovate the garden!!”

Several senior brothers and sisters were even more unbelievable. They were all adopted children by their master. They were used to living in a place with cold winters and hot summers.

Even if the environment is miserable, no one is watching or appreciating the show.

Every time they performed, there was no one in the audience. They could bear it, but they felt sorry for the gray-haired master.

The lonely figure of the old man filled every corner of the garden with sighs.

Nowadays, there is a god-like person who sets foot in this small dilapidated garden and actually spends 300 million to renovate the garden...