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Grandpa Zhao quickly lowered his head and wiped the edge of the oil pan with a rag.

They cleaned it so meticulously.

I wish I could bury my face in the white steam rising from the soy milk.

He had heard people say that these big stars nowadays all have terrible tempers.

What if people think he's too talkative, and in a fit of anger, he smashes his soy milk cup as a signal, causing his fans to overturn the place?

Grandpa Zhao started to visualize the scene in his mind.

The soy milk bucket tipped over, and the fried dough stick pan overturned.

He squatted alone on the curb, hugging the QR code for receiving payments and crying loudly.

The more I think about it, the scarier it gets.

but--

Grandpa Zhao couldn't resist and secretly glanced over there.

Fang Yu was surrounded by fans, but he didn't act arrogantly at all.

He signed it quickly when asked for one.

When asked for a group photo, he proactively sought out the camera.

One little girl was so excited that she held her phone upside down, and he helped her turn it back up.

Grandpa Zhao stopped wiping the rag in his hand.

Why is this not quite what he expected?

……

Once the initial excitement among the fans has subsided a little...

Fang Yu glanced around, his gaze landing on the row of Cokes in everyone's hands, and he frowned.

"Drinking iced cola all day in this freezing weather?"

He paused, his tone filled with deep sorrow and indignation.

"You don't even want your stomach anymore?"

Several fans were still in shock.

Fang Yu raised the steaming paper cup in his hand.

"I only sell that stuff, I don't touch it."

There was a two-second silence.

Then bursts of laughter erupted.

The boy in the plaid down jacket held up a red can, his shoulders shaking with joy.

"Brother Yu, you really need to be more careful!"

"You're Coca-Cola's brand ambassador for Greater China!"

Fang Yu's eyelids twitched, as if he had just remembered this, and he immediately turned his head left and right warily.

"Wait a minute, did anyone secretly record this?"

The surroundings were quiet for another second.

"Shuashuashua——"

At least five people simultaneously put their phones behind their backs.

Fang Yu: "..."

"Isn't your behavior a bit too obvious, like you're trying to cover something up?"

The long-haired girl suppressed a laugh and whispered a guarantee:

"Don't worry, Brother Yu, we'll keep this confidential and never leak it!"

Fang Yu glanced at her sideways, his face full of disbelief.

"What's the difference between what you fans call 'internal preservation' and directly posting it on Weibo's public platform?"

"I reckon I'll be trending on social media before noon!"

"I guessed all the trending search terms."

"Shocking! Coca-Cola spokesperson appears on the street and immediately dissuades fans from drinking Coke."

The fans burst into laughter again after hearing this.

Fang Yu sighed.

"Alright, let's get serious and stop blindly following the trend."

"Whether it's a red can or a blue can, don't drink it on an empty stomach first thing in the morning."

"Make sure everything is hot."

After saying that, he didn't wait for anyone to reply, turned around and took two steps back to the breakfast stall.

I took out my phone and scanned the QR code pasted on the side of the wooden table.

"Sir, I'll take the rest of your soy milk."

Grandpa Zhao was stunned and glanced at the half-full bucket of soy milk.

"This...this is quite a lot."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the small speaker on the stall started playing.

[Received payment via WeChat, 500 yuan.]

Fang Yu stuffed his phone into his pocket, raised his chin, and pointed at the group of fans who were shivering from the cold.

"It's alright."

"Pour each of them a cup, the hotter the better."

Grandpa Zhao's lips moved slightly.

He originally wanted to say that it wouldn't cost that much money.

But when he looked up, he saw Fang Yu had already turned around and was shouting at the group of young people.

"Don't just stand there, come and have some soy milk."

"Today, Mr. Fang will be paying the bill for everything."

The fans were stunned for two seconds.

The boy in the plaid down jacket was the first to react, yelling as he rushed forward.

"Holy crap! Thanks, Brother Yu!"

"Sir, give me a drink!"

The long-haired girl also squeezed through.

"Sir, I'll have one too! Less sugar!"

People nearby swarmed around immediately.

"Brother Yu is so generous!"

"Me too! Me too!"

Grandpa Zhao didn't have time to think anymore and quickly grabbed the long-handled ladle.

"One at a time, everyone gets one!"

"Don't push! The pot's here, it won't run away!"

"Hot soy milk is plentiful!"

The soy milk bucket that no one had been paying attention to just moments ago has suddenly become a hot commodity.

White mist billowed upwards.

Paper cups were handed out one after another.

A group of young people who were just shivering from the cold were now slurping up soy milk.

Some people quickly took out their phones to take pictures and post them on WeChat Moments.

"Fellow family members, who would understand! I went out early this morning and found Yu-ge alive, and he even fed me hot soy milk! What an amazing idol!"

"The red and blue battle lasted all night, but unexpectedly, soy milk won in the end."

While serving people soy milk, Grandpa Zhao secretly glanced at Fang Yu.

What's that booming sound?

After he packs up his stall, he really needs to go home and listen to this properly.

……

10:00 AM.

Fang Yu walked through the gates of Xingyao Entertainment.

The receptionist jumped to her feet the moment she saw him, her smile saccharine: "Good morning, Brother Yu!"

As he walked into the office area, his colleagues greeted him along the way.

"Hello, Brother Yu!"

"Brother Yu, the rankings were insane last night!"

"Six songs haven't even left the top ten yet, and a new song is already out. Are you really not leaving any room for your competitors to survive?"

This isn't all just flattery.

Now, who in Xingyao can't see this clearly?

Fang Yu isn't a shooting star, he's the sun!

The reason they became so famous is definitely not because they got lucky by appearing on variety shows.

This is real, hard power.

Their songs can top all the charts, and their talents can generate trending topics anytime.

Most importantly, even after becoming famous, they don't act arrogant at all.

Which company wouldn't worship such a "golden ancestor"?

……

Fang Yu strolled into the lounge.

I had just found a comfortable position to lie down on the sofa when Sister Wang followed me in.

She held a few reports in her hand, casually placed them on the coffee table, and sat down opposite her.

"I've seen the data from Coca-Cola."

"If this momentum continues, your title as the Greater China spokesperson will probably be promoted even further."

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked casually.

"Where are you promoted to?"

Sister Wang glanced at the reports.

"It's very likely to target the Asia-Pacific region."

"As long as the hype stays, the brand owners are much better at calculating than we are."

Fang Yu simply said "Oh," seemingly unfazed.

He even lowered his head and stuffed the remaining half of the fried dough stick into his mouth.

Seeing his carefree attitude, Sister Wang sighed helplessly and could only whisper a reprimand to him.

"Fang Yu, the higher you climb, the more people will be watching you in secret."

"You're the face of the company now, so you have to think before you speak or act in public."

"Don't do anything that would be detrimental to the brand."

She paused, her tone becoming more serious than ever before.

"And, especially, exclusivity agreements."

"This is no joke."

"Even if you're dying of thirst, you absolutely cannot let anyone take a picture of you holding a Pepsi can."

"Even just handing it to someone is not allowed."

Fang Yu paused for half a second while chewing the fried dough stick.

He didn't take the Pepsi can.

However, the Pepsi song that's currently charting and competing with Coca-Cola was written by him.

It wasn't just written.

He even taught Liu Yifei how to sing it.

Strictly speaking...

He wasn't just handing over the can; he'd already inserted the straw!