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Cai Kun was heartbroken.

From the very first day Fang Yu joined the company, whenever the two bumped into each other in the hallway, Fang Yu would always greet him with great enthusiasm—

"Chicken Bro!"

Each sound was crisper than the last.

Each greeting was more intimate than the last.

For those two words, Cai Kun almost wore out his household registration booklet when he got back.

Name, date and time of birth, zodiac sign, Chinese zodiac.

He dissected everything.

He couldn't find any connection whatsoever between himself and "chickens".

Calculate age.

He just turned twenty-two this year.

Fang Yu is twenty-four.

No matter how you look at it, it's not Fang Yu's turn to call him brother.

Based on seniority.

He has been a trainee at Xingyao for two and a half years.

Fang Yu has only been in the industry for half a year.

But now...

Seniority is somewhat of a joke when it comes to Fang Yu.

They only took half a month.

A variety show, a few original songs, and a big iron pot.

He broke through the ceiling of the Chinese entertainment industry from the bottom up.

Even a veteran artist like Chen Daoming can pat him on the shoulder and invite him for tea.

And what about yourself?

Two and a half years.

They were still pacing around in the practice room.

Even if you feel a mix of emotions, resentment, and unwillingness in your heart.

Cai Kun dared not show the slightest displeasure at this moment.

This is the entertainment industry.

Red is king, obscurity is the original sin.

He quickly adjusted his expression, presented the frozen pear with both hands, and put on an extremely humble smile.

"Brother Yu!"

"You can just call me Little Chicken!"

Cai Kun bent down, his tone so humble that even he felt heartbroken.

"How dare I call myself 'brother' in front of you?"

"From now on, you're my brother!"

Fang Yu almost couldn't hold back when she saw his appearance.

"Okay, little chick."

He reached out and patted Cai Kun on the shoulder.

"Practice hard from now on."

"I'll take you on a TV show sometime."

Just that one light, casual remark.

Cai Kun's eyes immediately reddened.

He hugged the frozen pear tightly, as if he were holding a ticket to the future.

The crowd in the hall, who had been watching with restraint, suddenly erupted into a chorus of low gasps.

The way the other seven or eight trainees looked at Cai Kun completely changed.

envy!

envy!

I even wanted to rush up and snatch that frozen pear and eat it myself!

Bring your show!

These four words, spoken by Fang Yu now, carry an absurdly high level of significance.

Now, Yu Shen will definitely be performing on top-tier stages.

Even a little bit of resources slipping through our fingers.

For these trainees who have practiced until they are twenty-five or twenty-six years old, they may not even be able to get close to the stage of their first talent show performance—

That's the entrance to the dungeon that appeared out of nowhere!

Cai Kun held the frozen pear, his throat tightening slightly.

"Brother Yu! I swear to you, I will definitely train hard!"

"From now on, you will be my mentor in life!"

"If you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"

"You want me to do the splits? I'll never bend over backwards!"

"Hey, hey, stop it!"

Fang Yu got goosebumps all over and quickly raised his hand to interrupt.

"There's no need to do the splits or bend over."

"Just focus on improving your singing, dancing, and rapping..."

Fang Yu paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"Uh, and basketball too."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

After dealing with Cai Kun, who was so excited he was about to faint on the spot.

The atmosphere in the hall was completely ignited.

The pace of unpacking and dividing the loot was frighteningly fast.

A large bag of mountain produce, weighing dozens of kilograms, was devoured by elites from various departments in less than ten minutes.

After the items were sorted, the urea bags finally deflated completely.

Fang Yu stood up and let out a long sigh of relief.

He casually patted the crumbs off his hands.

Just then.

At the end of the corridor, a louvered window used for ventilation was not closed properly.

The cold wind of early spring in Beijing blew straight into the hall through the cracks in the windows.

Fang Yu had already taken off his thick cold-weather gear on the plane.

He was only wearing a thin black trench coat at the moment.

He couldn't help but shiver as the draft blew through the room.

"Achoo!"

Fang Yu rubbed his nose.

This sneeze.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem at all.

But at that moment, in the lobby of the sixteenth floor of Xingyao, it was like a thunderclap.

"not good!"

Someone in the crowd shouted out.

"Brother Yu is cold!"

next second.

The staff throughout the hall were on high alert.

"Quickly! Turn up the central air conditioning!"

"Where's the hot water? Why hasn't the hot water been brought out yet!"

Amidst the chaos, Director Li, who was in charge of business liaison, reacted the fastest.

He looked around anxiously.

Just then, I saw a costume that the props department had just delivered lying on the sofa in the rest area next door.

It was a bright yellow silk satin gown.

The top is embroidered with intricate cloud and dragon patterns in gold thread.

It has a thick texture and looks warm.

Director Li's eyes lit up.

He rushed over, grabbed the bright yellow coat, and ran behind Fang Yu.

"Professor Fang Yu, you've just returned to Beijing. The temperature difference is huge, please take good care of yourself!"

As Director Li spoke, he grabbed her collar with both hands and gave it a smooth shake.

"Whoosh—"

The bright yellow silk drew a dazzling arc in the air.

It was draped securely over Fang Yu's shoulders.

This set of movements is fluid and graceful.

Before Fang Yu could even refuse, he was already surrounded by this lump of bright yellow silk.

Fang Yu was stunned.

He slowly lowered his head.

She glanced at the bright yellow clothes draped over her shoulders.

Then he looked at the menacing dark gold dragon and cloud patterns on the clothes.

The hall was silent for three seconds.

Three seconds later.

The entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers.

"Amazing! This outfit suits Yu-ge perfectly!"

"What does it mean to have a kingly aura? I've seen it for myself today!"

"If Brother Yu wore this outfit, he could be crowned emperor on the spot!"

Having just received the "kindness of frozen pears," Cai Kun was now extremely excited.

He waved the frozen pear in his hand and loudly echoed:

"Brother Yu is now the one and only king of Xingyao!"

"Long live Brother Yu!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The dozens of employees around them, who were carrying mushrooms and pine nuts, also joined in.

One by one, they raised their arms and shouted.

"Long live Brother Yu!"

"Long live Brother Yu!"

"Brother Yu will unify the Chinese entertainment industry!"

"May Brother Yu live forever!"

Fang Yu stood blankly in the center of the red carpet.

He was wearing a bright yellow dragon-patterned robe, and at his feet was an empty urea woven bag.

From all directions, there were fervent gazes and sycophantic shouts.

The scene was so dramatic that it was as if someone was about to bring over a dragon throne, press him down on the shoulder, and make him sit down.

Fang Yu's eye twitched violently.

Cold sweat immediately trickled down my forehead.

No.

Dear uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters.

That's enough, you guys!

If they keep shouting like that, it won't be a welcoming ceremony anymore.

This is a scene of a plot to usurp the throne!

That's a capital offense!

Fang Yu was just about to quickly tear off the deadly yellow robe he was wearing.

But just as he exerted force with his hand...

He sensed an extremely complex, shocking, and intensely fragmented gaze.

That gaze swept past the bustling crowd in front of him, who were cheering wildly with their arms raised.

Following the direction in which the red carpet extends.

Finally, it landed straight at the deepest part of the corridor.

That's where the red carpet ends.

It is also the private office of Mr. Zhang, the president of Xingyao Entertainment.