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The office was silent for a few seconds.

The problem lies precisely with Cai Kun.

After all, he was just a young trainee in his early twenties.

He received a unanimous A grade on his first stage performance, which should have been the most triumphant time for him, when he was enjoying flowers and applause.

In the blink of an eye, his middle parting, basketball, and overalls all became top-tier materials for internet memes, and the phrase "Chicken You're Too Beautiful" made him famous beyond the circle.

At this point, if the company were to go and say to him:

Sorry, we drew a chicken based on your derogatory nickname. We're not only going to register it as a trademark to make it into an emoji, but also to make it into blind boxes to sell.

In addition, please greet people with a smile and personally hold this chicken while you're at the counter.

This move might have made someone with a slightly weaker mental fortitude pack their bags and withdraw from the competition overnight, let alone cooperate with the publicity.

Mr. Zhang leaned back in his boss's chair and stated in a deep voice:

"Sister Wang is right, this is a real test of one's mindset."

Whether Cai Kun is willing to accept the offer or not is up to him to decide; the company will never force him.

Fang Yu appeared calm and collected, but inwardly he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Have you underestimated our sect leader's vision?

Cai Kun was able to stand out from so many trainees at Xingyao, and even dared to stand on the live broadcast stage wearing overalls and holding a basketball. He couldn't possibly be someone with a fragile heart who would break at the slightest touch.

Of course, whether or not he has the vision to make that decision for Cai Kun is not up to him.

Ultimately, it still required the approval of the person in question.

Fang Yu took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and opened WeChat directly.

"Alright, there's no point in us sitting here guessing."

He found Cai Kun's profile picture and hovered his finger over the video call button.

Then he looked up and grinned at General Manager Zhang, Sister Wang, and Old Li.

"I'll just ask him directly."

"Look at our Chicken Bro, does he have the guts to personally make this derogatory nickname his own crown!"

The finger fell.

"beep--"

The WeChat video call only rang once before the other end answered instantly.

The screen shook violently twice.

The ceiling, the training room lights, and a row of lockers flashed past the camera quickly before slowly coming to a stop.

In the office, General Manager Zhang, Sister Wang, and Old Li all held their breath, their eyes fixed on Fang Yu's phone.

In their worst-case scenario, the other side of the screen should be a scruffy young man with bloodshot eyes, locked in his dorm room, questioning the meaning of life.

But the Cai Kun in the picture was completely different from what they thought.

He was wearing a black training outfit, with a white towel draped around his neck, and his bangs were damp with sweat, clearly indicating that he had just finished a round of intense singing and dancing training.

He was holding a thermos with the program's logo on it, slowly blowing on it to cool it down.

His expression was calm.

His eyes were clear.

His brows even revealed a sense of detachment, as if he had seen through the illusions of life.

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

Cai Kun took a sip of warm water.

"Just finished physical training and am getting ready to rehearse for the next performance."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the people on his phone screen and politely nodded to each of them.

"Brother Yu, General Manager Zhang, Sister Wang, Director Li."

"Are they all here?"

The three people in the office exchanged glances.

His voice was steady, his logic was clear, and he even knew to greet everyone.

He doesn't seem to have gone crazy yet.

Sister Wang's anxiety, which had been building for two days, finally eased a little.

But it only fell by a little.

She was afraid that if she said the next thing, the child would immediately break down.

Fang Yu, however, was too lazy to lay any groundwork.

He switched to the rear camera and pointed the lens at the computer screen.

"Come on, let's get to know each other."

In the center of the screen is that cute little yellow chick with a middle parting, overalls, and a basketball between its legs, filling the entire frame with its adorable yet mischievous charm.

The office fell into a deathly silence.

Cai Kun stared at the little yellow chick and remained silent.

His gaze first fell on the middle-parted hair, then slowly moved to the gray overalls, and finally settled on the orange basketball.

Sister Wang's heart leaped into her throat once again.

Old Li also secretly took a breath, afraid that a sudden, broken cry would come from the screen.

Fang Yu offered no words of comfort and went straight to the point.

"Let me introduce this IP character that the company is preparing to promote. It's tentatively named Little Chicken."

"The copyright will be registered immediately, and the trademark application is already in process."

"The rest includes emojis, keychains, blind boxes, and phone cases—a complete package."

"Because it uses the essence of your stage performance, and you yourself will be needed to promote it afterwards, so we need to inform you of the process."

At this point, Fang Yu turned the camera back to the present.

He looked at Cai Kun on the screen, emphasizing each word.

"If this IP makes money, I, you, and the company will sign a contract to split the profits proportionally."

"If you're willing to take it, let's claim this meme back."

"If they're unwilling to take the offer, the company will find another public relations solution."

Fang Yu paused for a moment, then posed a probing question.

"So, are you going to answer or not?"

That's too direct.

There was no "You've been working hard lately".

There was also no "Don't take online comments to heart".

Any normal talent agency, when faced with a newcomer who has just been bombarded by public opinion, would at least first offer words of comfort and then spend ten minutes building up their emotions.

Fang Yu, on the other hand, came up and immediately slapped the multiple-choice question right in the face.

Answer or not?

Old Li sat next to him, sweating profusely with anxiety, and kicked Fang Yu's chair leg frantically under the table.

The meaning couldn't be clearer... You should at least say something conciliatory!

What if this child bursts into tears on the spot? How will you handle that?

Fang Yu glanced down at the office chair that was being kicked and was shaking violently, then slid to the side without changing his expression.

With a "whoosh," the person and chair slid half a meter away, allowing Old Li to kick the air hard.

On the other end of the screen, Cai Kun remained silent for two seconds.

These two seconds are very short.

But it was enough for Sister Wang to mentally replay the worst possible outcomes, such as collapsing, withdrawing from the competition, or becoming completely despondent.

In the video, Cai Kun looked down at the thermos in his hand.

The water in the cup sloshed gently.

When he looked up again, there was no trace of struggle on his face.

A subtle, enigmatic smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Yu."

Cai Kun's eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"I'll take it."