Xie Jibai, 27 years old, is the youngest leader of the "Photography Department" in the Nanyang Chinese circle.
He holds an invisible financial river in his hands: equity interests in seven of the world's top optical fiber submarine cables, three unlisted offshore clearing centers, and a private shipping line open only to the royal family and arms dealers.
To him, money is just a green frame jump on the quantum screen, and the only real addiction is the sound of Shen Yan. This man rings the bell at the Hong Kong Stock Exchange during the day, but at night he is like a dank male ghost, lurking in Shen Yansheng's every breath:
——At three o'clock in the morning, Shen Yansheng's hotel door lock will turn by itself;
——At the wedding banquet, the bottom of the wine glass with a heavy sound of inkstone always reflected a pair of cold eyes;
——Backstage at the award ceremony, Xie Jibai clasped the trophy on Shen Yansheng's collarbone and asked in a low voice: "Which one is more worthy of you, the golden lion or the golden bear?" Shen Yansheng knew that he was sick.
He hated Xie Jibai for treating him as prey, but he felt the pleasure of almost self-destruction in every force.
He hated himself even more - the senior he had a crush on when he was a boy had now turned into a snake entwined with bones and marrow, but he still couldn't bear to cut it off with a single knife. Thus, a love game between the movie king and the darknet emperor begins:
In front of the camera, Shen Yansheng is the lone star that everyone looks up to;
Behind the camera, he was locked in an undersea observation cabin worth 300 million by Xie Jibai, with a sentence engraved on the metal ring on his ankle -
"My rose, don't allow yourself to wither."
Intention: I want to write about forced love