Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

I don't know when.

The double mahogany door, symbolizing the highest power in Starry Entertainment, quietly opened a crack.

The gap in the door was narrow, only about two fingers wide.

But behind that gap stood a middle-aged man with slightly thinning hair.

—Zhang, the absolute decision-maker at Xingyao Entertainment.

He dressed very casually today.

Wearing a dark blue suit.

He was holding a transparent thermos with the company logo printed on it.

In the cup, a few bright red goji berries were floating slowly.

Originally, Mr. Zhang thought it would be nice to hold a welcoming ceremony.

After all, Fang Yu's trip really brought honor to the company.

However, as the boss, he still had to maintain a certain level of professionalism.

They can't very well run out and line up to greet us in person, can they?

He sits in the office and oversees things.

After Fang Yu pushed the door open and came in, he casually looked up and said:

"You're back? You must be tired."

It shows compassion and magnanimity!

It emphasizes the image of a shrewd and strategic boss!

result--

The boss, who held the power of life and death over Xingyao, saw the outrageous scene outside through the crack in the door.

……

Eyes facing each other.

The air was deathly still.

Fang Yu's Adam's apple bobbed.

He lowered his head.

He glanced at the glaring bright yellow silk gown he was wearing.

He raised his head again.

I listened to the lingering echoes of "Long live!" that still lingered in my ears.

It's all over.

This time, it's really hard to explain!

"Click".

The door was sewn up.

The door closed with a very decisive and calm sound.

It had a strong "You guys continue, sorry to bother you" vibe to it.

Fang Yu reacted faster than anyone else.

He pulled his hands down!

In no time at all, they stripped off that deadly yellow robe.

They were casually rolled into a ball.

He casually shoved it into the arms of Director Li next to him.

Director Li: "???"

Fang Yu had no time to pay him any attention.

He strode quickly toward the end of the corridor.

Without even knocking, he pushed open the door and entered the CEO's office.

The interior is spacious and bright, with a grand decor.

A huge calligraphy scroll hangs on the main wall, and a purple clay teapot sits on a solid wood tea table.

And Mr. Zhang—

He had already settled back into the large, genuine leather boss's chair.

He kept his head down.

Gently blow air into the thermos.

His expression was calm, and life seemed peaceful.

It was as if the deafening shouts of "Long live Brother Yu!" outside had absolutely nothing to do with him.

next second.

This currently most popular artist from Star Shine Entertainment has started a series of operations that Mr. Zhang finds incomprehensible.

Fang Yu bent over and strolled along the wall.

First, I yanked open the thick curtains next to the French windows and peeked back.

no one.

Then I went around to the back of the sofa in the guest area and rummaged through the cushions.

Still no one.

At last.

Fang Yu even knelt on one knee and lay down on his stomach.

I craned my neck to look under the large boss's table.

Still no one.

Mr. Zhang finally couldn't hold back anymore.

With a "bang," the thermos was slammed heavily onto the table.

"Fang Yu!"

"What are you doing here, you brat?!"

Fang Yu stood up briskly and dusted off his trousers.

His face was very serious.

"Looking for someone."

"Please don't mind, Mr. Zhang, this is just a routine security check."

"I need to check to see if there are three hundred axemen lying in wait in your office!"

"What if you smash that glass? I'd be done for today!"

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a full two seconds.

Then--

"puff!"

He immediately broke down in laughter.

"Three hundred axemen?"

Mr. Zhang slapped the table, shaking his head with a laugh.

"Everyone at Xingyao Entertainment, including the cleaning ladies and cafeteria workers!"

"There are only about a hundred people in total!"

"Even if you brought them all, it wouldn't be enough to make up the numbers!"

These words were spoken.

The awkwardness from before has completely dissipated.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Fang Yu immediately sat down casually on the leather sofa.

I casually broke off a banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table.

I peeled off the skin and took a bite.

His movements were as natural as if he were returning home.

"As long as no one is hiding, it's fine."

Fang Yu said as he chewed.

"That yellow robe I wore just now, I really didn't ask to wear it."

"It was Director Li who insisted on pinning the blame on me; everyone can testify to that."

"I was forced into this situation."

"Mr. Zhang, please don't make things difficult for me."

Mr. Zhang walked around from behind the boss's desk and sat on the sofa opposite Fang Yu.

He glanced at Fang Yu and shook his head.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense."

"You made such a big fuss in Mohe, which earned the company a lot of face and attention."

"It's normal for everyone to hold a welcoming ceremony and have a good time."

"If just throwing on a yellow shirt would force a company to change its name, the world would be in chaos."

Speaking of which...

The smile on Mr. Zhang's face slowly faded.

He bent down and pulled out a thick stack of documents from under the coffee table.

It was pushed directly in front of Fang Yu.

"Stop fooling around, let's get down to business."

"The endorsement contract from Coca-Cola has already been sent over."

"We're just waiting for you to come back and sign."

Mr. Zhang turned to the first page and pressed his finger heavily on the numbers in the price quote column.

"The sincerity they showed this time is unprecedented in the entire Chinese entertainment industry."

Fang Yu still had half a banana in his mouth.

He tilted his body to the side and peeked inside.

That long string of zeros was indeed a bit dazzling.

"Eight figures?"

Fang Yu swallowed the fruit, his tone sounding quite casual.

"One year?"

Mr. Zhang nodded.

"One year."

"Thirty-two million, net after tax!"

He held up one finger and pointed forward.

"That's not all!"

"With the tiered renewal clauses for subsequent years, the total contract value will be at least 80 million!"

"There are no messy betting agreements."

"Aside from attending a few large offline events and shooting two sets of photos, there are basically no harsh additional terms."

"I signed the papers today, and the first payment will arrive next week."

After finishing his speech, Mr. Zhang leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

He watched Fang Yu eat a banana while scanning the contract and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

If this were any other artist in the company...

No.

Even those seasoned veterans in the industry who have been around for years.

To be able to secure a full-line endorsement deal with a brand like Coca-Cola!

I bet he's already excitedly doing somersaults on the sofa right now!

But what about Fang Yu?

His calmness was so intense it made you want to punch him!

But what Mr. Zhang had no idea was that...

Fang Yu's composure at this moment was purely because—

The excitement has long since worn off!

Back in the days of Kaoshantun.

This was the first time Sister Wang had revealed this number to him over the phone.

That evening.

Fang Yu did dozens of somersaults on his own kang (heated brick bed)!

The mat on the kang (heated brick bed) is all crooked from being turned over!

When Liu Yifei flipped to the page next door, she thought there was an earthquake!

He was so excited that he didn't sleep for several nights in a row!

How could I not be excited?!

What do you mean by "regarding money as dirt"?

What do you mean by "aloof and talented scholar who doesn't care about worldly affairs"?

That's all nonsense!

That's because they've never truly been poor!

Who is Fang Yu's girlfriend?

Liu Yifei!

What level of top-tier rich woman is she in the Chinese entertainment industry?

And what about Fang Yu?

A poor boy from a rural area in Northeast China.

He wanted to stand confidently beside Liu Yifei and date her.

Can you manage without some real money in your pocket?

Can't we just keep living off a woman's money the whole time?

Going out for a meal and having your wealthy girlfriend pay by card?

Why should I ask someone to open their wallet while I'm just shopping?

That's so pathetic!

man.

It's down-to-earth!

But we absolutely cannot lack confidence!

Fang Yu forcefully suppressed the corners of his mouth that were trying to turn up wildly.

Trying hard to keep my expression steady.

Then.

He casually tossed the banana peel into the trash can with remarkable nonchalance.

He raised his head and looked at General Manager Zhang.

He uttered two sentences.

"no problem."

"sign."