Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 108 This is what you owe me

Zhang Qilin's name quickly became a hot topic on major social media platforms.

Online, viewers quickly split into several camps, engaging in heated debates about his whereabouts.

Some firmly believe he will stay at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, some are certain he will sign with a major company, and others speculate that this is just another marketing stunt.

The crowd argued vehemently about his future prospects, each holding their own opinion.

At this moment, in Xinghuo Entertainment's office, Gu Liangyuan was staring at the screen.

As the online buzz continued to rise, a gloating smile appeared on his face.

Zhang Qilin's disrespect last night made it impossible for him to explain himself to the boss.

Who could have imagined that retribution would come so quickly?

The Beijing People's Art Theatre is no pushover, and those big companies are no pushovers either.

Zhang Qilin is going to ruin himself sooner or later by playing like this.

Sudden.

He felt he could add fuel to the fire, making everyone believe that Zhang Qilin was fickle and juggled multiple companies at the same time.

This would ruin his reputation and lower his value.

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone and dialed a number—

The Beijing People's Art Theatre at this time.

When the news broke, Zhang Qilin was rehearsing with Li Wei in the rehearsal hall.

"Brother Lin!" Zhao Hong burst through the door, panting heavily, phone in hand, "You're trending again!"

Upon hearing Zhao Hong's voice, all the interns in the rehearsal hall gathered around.

"That's fast enough," Zhang Qilin said, handing the phone back to Zhao Hong after he finished reading it.

Zhao Hong grew anxious: "Brother Lin, aren't you worried? It says here that you're about to sign the contract, and the hospital knows about it—"

The other interns all looked at Zhang Qilin after hearing this.

Zhang Qilin waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, just do what you're supposed to do."

Upon hearing Zhang Qilin's words, the others dispersed.

At this moment, Yang Yu strode in from outside. He came to Zhang Qilin, his expression not looking good.

Seeing this, Li Wei wisely left.

Seeing that no one was around, Yang Yu whispered to Zhang Qilin, "Qilin, I haven't let the media know about this. Huayi Brothers and Hairun shouldn't release this kind of news on their own initiative; it won't do them any good, especially before everything is finalized—"

"I know, Brother Yang, no need to explain," Zhang Qilin replied calmly.

It didn't matter to him who made the arrangements.

Since this situation is aimed at him, he should just let things take their course and take control. What is there for him to worry about?

Whatever the final outcome, his consent is required.

Yang Yu carefully observed Zhang Qilin and, seeing that the other party did not seem angry, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "Should we cancel the three shows tonight?"

"Why was it canceled? See you later."

Yang Yu was secretly delighted, but outwardly appeared troubled: "But things are so tense right now, aren't you afraid—"

"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Qilin interrupted him. "What's meant to happen will happen."

Hearing Zhang Qilin say this, Yang Yu felt much relieved. He really couldn't bear to turn down those invitations.

10:30

Just as Shen Ya was about to knock on the door of the Beijing People's Art Theatre's performance planning office, she heard two people talking inside.

"Just the day before yesterday, news broke that Zhang Qilin wouldn't be allowed to participate in the promotion of 'Rickshaw Boy,' and last night he secretly met with an outside agency. He's really bold; isn't he afraid the actors' team will deal with him?"

"What is he afraid of? So many big companies are vying for him. He will have more room for development if he leaves the Beijing People's Art Theatre. It was the Beijing People's Art Theatre that delayed his future."

"You're right—"

Shen Ya hesitated for a moment, but still knocked on the door.

The room fell silent, then a voice said, "Please come in."

Shen Ya pushed open the door and saw two people sitting at the desk.

With a smile, she introduced herself, "Hello, you two. I called this morning to discuss potential collaborations—"

"You must be Zhang Qilin's fan representative," one of the older ones said.

"Yes."

"I've reported this to my superiors, and the institute fully supports your actions. Regarding the tickets—"

Noon, 11:30

Zhang Qilin was eating at a restaurant when Meng Tingyun walked up to him and whispered, "Your temporary fan club president wants to meet you."

"Did she say something?" Zhang Qilin asked.

"He didn't say, he just said it was very important and he wanted to hear your advice."

Zhang Qilin quickly finished his meal and followed Meng Tingyun out of the restaurant.

I met Shen Ya on the left side of the Capital Theatre.

Zhang Qilin asked, "Is there something urgent?"

Shen Ya glanced at Meng Tingyun.

Meng Tingyun stepped aside before she began to recount what she had heard.

Shen Ya concluded by saying, "If you've been wronged, I can organize my fans to put pressure on the People's Art Theatre."

Zhang Qilin shook his head and said, "Your non-involvement in this matter is the greatest help you can give me."

Shen Ya didn't ask why, and nodded, saying, "Then I know what to do. I'll be going now."

Zhang Qilin smiled as he watched Shen Ya walk away.

Shen Ya knew that the other party had deliberately let her hear those things, hoping that she could organize her fans to publicly put pressure on the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

But she came to ask about my attitude; this fan club president is not to be underestimated.

He's very curious now, how much can these people who introduced him to the contract earn?

If he doesn't sign the contract, how much will these people have to pay in compensation?

What would make them resort to such tactics?

15:00

Zhang Qilin was rehearsing when Yi Yangbo, the head of the publicity department, approached him: "Xiao Zhang, someone outside is saying that he is a friend of yours and wants to meet you."

"Do you know what his name is?" Zhang Qilin asked.

Ren Weiyi

Zhang Qilin was taken aback. What did this guy want with him?

He shook his head and said, "Director Yi, I don't know him. Please send him away."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Yi Yangbo called out, "Xiao Zhang, I think you should go and see him."

Zhang Qilin stopped turning around and looked at Yi Yangbo in confusion: "Why?"

"There are a lot of reporters gathered outside. The other party has a certain amount of popularity because of the talent show. If they cause a scene outside—"

Although Yi Yangbo didn't finish his sentence, his meaning was clear.

Zhang Qilin looked at Yi Yangbo's face.

Yi Yangbo wore a professional smile, seemingly waiting for Zhang Qilin's response.

After a moment, Zhang Qilin said, "Then let Director Yi make the arrangements."

Inside the reception room of the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Zhang Qilin sat in a chair as the door was opened from the outside.

Before anyone even entered, a pungent perfume scent wafted towards them.

The newcomer had blond hair and wore a well-tailored shirt, but the buttons were only fastened up to his chest.

Ren Weiyi rushed towards Zhang Qilin with great enthusiasm upon seeing him, shouting in a high-pitched voice, "My best brother—"

Zhang Qilin dodged in a flash and quickly created distance: "We're not familiar with each other, don't try to get close."

Ren Weiyi's face stiffened for a moment, then instantly put on a smile: "What did you say? We've practiced together for so many years—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Qilin interrupted him: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, or I'll have Director Yi see you out."

Yi Yangbo, who was standing to the side, had not expected this situation either.

Realizing what was happening, he quickly stepped between the two, a professional smile on his face: "Mr. Ren, let's sit down and talk."

When Ren Weiyi's attempt to ingratiate himself failed, a flash of resentment crossed his eyes, but he still maintained a smile on his face: "I have a qualifying round in a few days and I need someone to sing with me. The first person that comes to mind is—"

Zhang Qilin interrupted Ren Weiyi again: "I've been very busy with rehearsals lately, and the academy also has a rule that newcomers are not allowed to participate in outside activities, right, Director Yi?"

Yi Yangbo nodded and said, "Yes, Zhang Qilin is an intern and cannot go out to participate in activities. If there is nothing else, let's end this meeting here."

Ren Weiyi was furious. He had come all this way, but Zhang Qilin showed him no respect whatsoever, and now he was being kicked out.

Seeing Zhang Qilin turn to leave, he suddenly shouted, "Zhang Qilin! You have to sing for me, you owe me this!"

Zhang Qilin turned around and looked at him like he was an idiot: "Ren Weiyi, do you speak without thinking? When did I ever owe you anything?"

"My current predicament is all your fault," Ren Weiyi said, pointing to his chest, his eyes filled with resentment.

Looking at Ren Weiyi's expression, Zhang Qilin said calmly, "You've gotten to where you are today because of your own greed. You're an adult now; you need to be responsible for your actions. No one owes you anything."

Ren Weiyi's face flushed red after Zhang Qilin's words, as if a sore spot had been hit.

He said through gritted teeth, "If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up in this state?"

Zhang Qilin sneered: "Only you know why you are like this. Everyone chooses their own path, and you have no right to complain about others."

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After saying that, he turned and left.

With Yi Yangbo around, he wasn't worried about what trouble Ren Weiyi could cause.

Regardless of Yi Yangbo's motives for arranging this meeting, as long as Ren Weiyi's behavior affects the Beijing People's Art Theatre, Yi Yangbo will naturally take action.

He knew this was definitely related to Gu Liangyuan.

It seems that yesterday's events didn't have much of an impact on Gu Liangyuan, giving him time to reflect on himself.

In order to teach the other party a lesson, he had to find a platform to take the stage.

Singing wasn't the goal; the main purpose was to warn Gu Liangyuan.

It's not that he can't stand up to them, he's just too lazy to deal with them.

He didn't know any platforms that weren't afraid of trouble and could rival Spark.

He suddenly thought that it would be great if he could participate in the promotion of "Camel Xiangzi". During the promotion, he could perform various programs and take the opportunity to sing.

But it's too late to say anything now. The publicity campaign has been running for several days, and we've been on almost all the influential programs.

He should think of another way.

At 5:30 pm, after the rehearsal ended.

Yang Yu led Zhang Qilin and the others to sneak away through a side door.

This time we're at the International Hotel.

Yang Yu smiled and explained to Zhang Qilin, "It's safe here; no reporters will be following us."

Zhang Qilin said with a smile, "I'll leave everything to Brother Yang's arrangements."

The group first ate at the revolving restaurant.

7:00 in the evening

Yang Yu led Zhang Qilin and others to the executive lounge via the private elevator for their booths.

The air was filled with a subtle fragrance and the aroma of freshly ground coffee.

The entire lounge is bathed in soft lighting, primarily warm-toned indirect lighting, creating a cozy and pleasant atmosphere.

Yang Yu explained, "This is a membership-only place; regular media outlets can't get in."

Zhang Qilin laughed when he heard this, implying that there was something more to it.

But he pretended not to know.

The group arrived at the meeting area, which was quite spacious.

Comfortable sofas and armchairs are scattered throughout, with polite distances maintained between the seats.

It ensures privacy without appearing too distant.

Led by Yang Yu, they arrived in front of a woman dressed in well-tailored clothing.

Yang Yu introduced Zhang Qilin: "This is Mr. Chang, a well-known agent in the industry. Mr. Chang's new company is about to be established and is currently recruiting talents."

Zhang Qilin politely extended his hand: "President Chang, I've long admired your name, it's a pleasure to meet you."

President Chang also stood up with a smile and gently shook Zhang Qilin's hand: "Mr. Zhang, I have heard of you before, and seeing you today, I can confirm that you have an extraordinary temperament."

The two sat down on the sofa, and Yang Yu led Zhao Hong and the others to sit down not far away.

The waiter came over at the right time to ask for our order.

Zhang Qilin still ordered lemonade.

After the waiter brought the lemonade and left, General Manager Chang smiled and said, "I saw in the news that Mr. Zhang has been in contact with quite a few companies."

"Mr. Chang, you're too kind. I'm still a newcomer and need to learn more about different companies before I can make a decision."

"That's right, then let me introduce my company."

"I'm all ears."

"I've already talked to Sister Wenli and Liu Ye; they'll be the face of my new company."

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