Yan Shenyu placed his right hand at the entrance of the trash can, while his left hand gripped his right wrist tightly, preventing it from moving any further.
Anyone who passes by now will be amazed by his body, which is comparable to a work of art. His body is in an extreme contortion, but because his left and right hands are restraining each other, a delicate balance is achieved.
The scorching sun hung in the sky, sweat dripped from his temples, and a stench wafted from the trash can...
I can't take it anymore, I can't hold on much longer.
This was already his limit...
Just a second before his right hand was about to be sucked into the black hole, an unfamiliar cell phone rang out—someone was calling to find the owner of the phone!
If you can get the phone owner's information from the other party, you can get his phone back!
This means he doesn't need to rummage through the trash cans anymore!
This discovery relieved Yan Shenyu. He quickly took out his phone from his pocket to answer the call, but he forgot that his hands were already soaked in sweat. Before he could even swipe to make a call, the phone slipped out with a "biu" and fell straight into the black hole of the trash can.
Yan Shenyu: "..."
After a long period of blankness, a smile of utter despair appeared on Yan Shenyu's face.
Hehe, well, it's all the same now.
Otherwise, he might as well just die.
Drowning, jumping off a building, getting into a car accident—anything goes, he's already given up on life...bullshit!!
Yan Shenyu whirled around, her eyes bloodshot, and frantically shook the trash can, yelling, "Tell me, tell me what I did wrong? Why are you doing this to me?! Huh? What did I do wrong to deserve this miserable fate?! All I did was eat a spicy rabbit head on my way to the red carpet and spill some chili oil into the sponsor's eight-figure-value jewelry! Is that why you're punishing me by making me transmigrate and clean a trash can full of vomit?!"
A waiter passing by was startled to see him acting crazy.
"What are you looking at?" Yan Shenyu looked up, holding the trash can, her eyes bloodshot. "Haven't you ever seen someone argue with a trash can before?"
"Uh..." The waiter who wanted to help was so frightened that he ran away in a flash and secretly contacted the security guard: "There is a strange guest by the grass in Chunxie Garden. Go and see what's going on."
Yan Shenyu had no idea that he had become a key target of the hotel security guards; all he knew was that he had to snatch the phone back before it stopped ringing.
It's just a trash can, isn't it? What kind of dirty and messy environments hasn't he experienced while filming?
That's right, it's filming! Just pretend it's a movie shoot!
As long as it's just a pretense of filming, the person scavenging the trash will be someone else, and it will have nothing to do with Yan Shenyu himself!
Yes, from today onwards, he will change his name to Yan Nigu Tao La Si Shen Yu!
No sooner said than done, Yan Nigu Tao La Shi Shen Yu gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and with lightning speed reached into the trash can. After a quick search, he finally grasped a hard, flat object.
He took it out and saw a long, white board in his hand.
Yan Nikos Trash-Scooping Cautious Words: "..."
Damn it, who threw that shared power bank in the trash?!
No, we must not be fooled by outward appearances, but firmly grasp the essence of things.
After searching and searching, Yan Nigu Taoji Si Shenyu finally found something that was still vibrating. This time it must be his phone, right?
He pulled it out and saw a wad of stuff in his hand that Jinjiang (a Chinese online literature platform) would lock if reviewed by its editors.
Yan Nikos Trash-Scooping Cautious Words: "..."
Damn it, which bastard threw a still-vibrating... egg in the trash can? How can you treat the hardworking sanitation workers with such garbage?!
The third time, when Yan Nigu reached into the trash can for the third time, he finally found the poor, tainted cell phone.
The call had long since ended because no one answered, and the phone's once beautifully designed casing was now covered in grime and emitted a nauseating odor.
Yan Shenyu: "Ugh..."
The already tainted phone was now covered in his vomit again.
...
Inside a VIP ward of a high-end private hospital under the Xie Group.
"Doctor, is my grandson really alright?" An elderly woman in a cheongsam stood at the door, her face etched with anxiety.
"Doctor, how is my older brother?" Xie Pingfeng rushed over, his face full of anxiety. "Why has he been unconscious for so long? Do you think he might become a vegetable? Oh no, if he doesn't wake up, am I going to have to inherit the company? But what if I want to enjoy life for a few more years?"
"Keep dreaming!" Old Mrs. Xie smacked him with a stick. "You stay here at Qinqing Dairy and if you're still not satisfied, I'll send you to Africa to grow rice."
Xie Pingfeng covered his head and shut his mouth in grievance.
"The examination results show that Mr. Xie has no physical problems." The doctor pushed up his glasses and explained, "His fainting is a stress reaction caused by too much stimulation, and he should wake up soon."
Grandma Xie breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're alright."
Before he could finish speaking, the man on the hospital bed opened his eyes. His once sharp gaze was now clear and innocent, as pure as that of a newborn baby.
"You're awake? Are you still feeling unwell?" Old Mrs. Xie quickly went over to her.
Xie Siyan looked at her calmly for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Who are you?"
Lost... lost your memory?
Grandma Xie almost choked on her breath: "You don't remember who I am?"
Xie Siyan shook his head: "I don't remember."
"Then do you still remember who you are?" Xie Pingfeng asked hurriedly.
Xie Siyan continued to shake his head.
"Doctor," Mrs. Xie turned around and asked, "what's wrong with my grandson?"
“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” the doctor said, flipping through the test results with a blank expression. “It could be temporary amnesia caused by shock or impact.”
"I...I've lost my memory?" Xie Siyan looked up, innocent and bewildered. "Then who am I?"
Xie Pingfeng immediately sat down on the edge of his bed, sitting up straight and saying, "Your name is Xie Pingfeng, the marketing director of Qinqing lotion. You work on the grasslands, facing a bunch of cows every day, and you've developed a fear of big breasts. You finally get to come to the city, but before you've even seen a single beauty, you've been dragged here as a prop for a blind date."
"You're asking me? My name is Xie Siyan, I'm your cousin, the president of Wildfire Technology, and the behind-the-scenes owner of the Diaoyutai Hotel. I'm always incredibly busy at work, sigh, but what can I do when I'm so capable? The more capable you are, the more work you get... Ah! Grandma, you hit me again?!"
Grandma Xie swept Xie Pingfeng to the ground with a stick before saying seriously, "He was just talking nonsense. You are Xie Siyan. Wildfire Technology is something you started from scratch."
Xie Siyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "So I don't have a phobia of big breasts?"
Grandma Xie: "..."
So this is the key point?!
“In a way,” Xie Pingfeng hesitated, “Brother, you might actually have this problem, after all, you’ve never had a girlfriend.”
Xie Siyan: "..."
Grandma Xie couldn't bear to watch any longer. She had been so powerful and influential for so many years, and she had never lost her composure like this before.
She turned around and grabbed the doctor's arm, her face filled with a look of grim determination: "Doctor, please, you must cure Si Yan's amnesia. I'm willing to pay any price."
The doctor shook his head with difficulty: "Even if you say that, the examination shows no problems, so there really is nothing we can do."
Grandma Xie was displeased. She raised her eyebrows and said sternly, "We invest so much money in you every year, and you can't even cure a little amnesia? If that's the case, what use are you? I'll give you three days. If you can't cure it, you'll all be fired."
The doctor's expression changed, and he subconsciously looked at Xie Siyan, who had an innocent look on his face.
The latter nodded almost imperceptibly.
The older brother and the doctor were exchanging glances? What's going on? The older brother doesn't know them, but he knows the doctor?
Xie Pingfeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and quickly jumped in to comfort her, "Grandma, don't be angry. Didn't the doctor just say that my brother suffered temporary amnesia because he was frightened? If that's the case, then if we eliminate the source of his fright, won't he gradually get better?"
"The root of the fright..." Old Mrs. Xie paused for a moment, then hesitated, "You mean you want me to stop arranging blind dates for him for the time being?"
Xie Pingfeng fawned: "Grandma is wise."
"Doctor," Mrs. Xie looked up anxiously, "do you think this method will work?"
The doctor paused for a moment before saying uncertainly, "It's worth a try."
Xie Pingfeng: "Grandma, let's not arrange blind dates for my eldest brother for now. I know you mean well, but he's lost his memory. What if he turns into a fool in the future?"
Grandma Xie sighed, "That's the only way."
Looking at her grandson, who lay on the bed, bewildered and like a newborn, the old lady couldn't help but feel a little self-doubt. Had she really pushed him too hard?
“President,” Secretary Lin walked in, “you have a dinner appointment with Mr. Liao of Qiankun Technology at 6 pm tonight. If you don’t leave now, you’ll be late.”
"Qiankun Technology?" Xie Siyan tilted his head, puzzled. "Researching scientific fortune telling?"
“It’s civilian aerospace technology,” Secretary Lin explained. “You’re optimistic about the company’s prospects and are in the process of making an angel investment.”
Xie Siyan said "Oh" and slowly lifted the covers to get out of bed.
"Why are you still doing angel investing? You're practically an angel yourself!" Old Mrs. Xie stopped him and instructed Secretary Lin, "Have that General Manager Liao reschedule, or have Pingfeng go in your place."
Xie Siyan remained silent.
Xie Pingfeng shook his head repeatedly: "I'm not going. I know nothing about investment or rockets. Otherwise, let Brother Xiang go. Isn't Yanyu Capital a joint venture between the two of you?"
Knowing that Xie Siyan was unable to answer, Secretary Lin proactively explained, "President Xiang is currently abroad."
Xie Pingfeng shrugged: "Then there's nothing I can do."
Grandma Xie had nothing to say, so she could only remind her, "Then be careful, don't jaywalk, and if you get lost, remember to call 110 to report it."
Xie Pingfeng: "..."
His brother has amnesia, not like a three-year-old child going to kindergarten for the first time.
...
Ten minutes later, Xie Siyan, dressed in a suit and tie, sat in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce Phantom.
He looked at the latest data on Qiankun Technology's rocket launch with practiced ease, showing no signs of amnesia whatsoever.
Chapter 6 is unplayable.
Xie Pingfeng's expression was somewhat complicated: "Brother, aren't you afraid that Grandma will be furious when she finds out the truth? You're lying to her like this."
Xie Siyan raised an eyebrow: "You lied to me like that, aren't you afraid of getting angry when I find out the truth?"
"I'm on your side!" Xie Pingfeng quickly flattered, "Look how cooperative I am later, I even persuaded Grandma to give up on introducing you to potential partners!"
Xie Siyan: "You've always wanted my retro sports car, now it's yours."