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An hour later.

Beijing, Shengshi Entertainment Headquarters.

Wei Zhe's agent, Sister Chen, sat behind her desk, flipping through the schedule report that had just been delivered.

The assistant stood opposite, his tone tinged with disdain.

"After Fang Yu entered the training base, he only met with Cai Kun once."

"It took less than two hours in total, and I didn't even have time to eat before I went straight to the airport."

"It seems this top celebrity was just going through the motions, putting on a show for the fans."

Sister Chen raised her head, her eyes sharp.

"Just going through the motions?"

The assistant nodded.

"If you really want to help Cai Kun, shouldn't you at least stay and provide hands-on guidance for a couple of days?"

"What can you possibly do if you only stay for an hour and a half and then leave?"

"You don't understand."

Sister Chen closed the file.

"The nature of this matter changed from the moment Fang Yu issued the announcement and went to Hangzhou in person."

"It won't be so easy for us to use underhanded tactics to crush Cai Kun again."

The assistant pouted, clearly unconvinced.

"Does Fang Yu really have that much ability?"

"No matter how you look at it, isn't he just a celebrity with a high level of popularity?"

"He has neither top-tier capital nor a large entertainment group behind him."

"That's right."

Sister Chen leaned back wearily in her chair and rubbed her temples.

"But his public influence is too great now."

"CCTV, the Palace Museum, Mohe Culture and Tourism, and several other authoritative media outlets have all publicly recognized him."

"The finals will be broadcast live across the entire internet."

"If he raises even one question about the result, even without any evidence, it's enough to make everyone watch the production team and have them investigate again."

The assistant gasped, his brow furrowing.

"Is it really that bad?"

"Is he really going to pull that brotherhood act for a newcomer?"

"This is the entertainment industry, a place of fame and fortune, not a gangster's pilgrimage to Guan Yu."

Sister Chen remained silent for a moment.

Her mind flashed back to all the outrageous things Fang Yu had done since his debut.

This person usually seems unserious.

But when it came time to step forward, he never shirked his duty.

Sister Chen raised her head, her tone becoming more serious.

Others may not be able to do it.

"But judging from what Fang Yu has done in the past... he really knows how."

……

The time was the afternoon after Fang Yu returned from Hangzhou.

Location: Apartment in Chaoyang District.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm, bright patches of light on the floor.

The living room was quiet, with only the clatter of the keyboard breaking into place.

Fang Yu sat cross-legged on the carpet, with his laptop on the coffee table.

On the screen, the document for "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" scrolled down rapidly.

His fingers barely stopped, typing out lines after lines.

Not far away.

Liu Yifei nestled in a gray-white sofa, wearing loose loungewear, her face bare, her long hair casually tied back with a shark clip.

She was holding a thick physical book in her hands.

After reading a few pages, he would look up at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu stared at the screen and casually reached out to touch the coffee table.

I couldn't find the water cup.

Seeing this, Liu Yifei silently put down her book, picked up her cup, and filled half a cup with warm water from the water dispenser.

After returning, he shoved the cup into Fang Yu's hand.

Fang Yu didn't even look up, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, then put down the cup and continued typing on the keyboard.

Liu Yifei didn't say anything, and casually took an apple from the fruit plate.

"Click."

She took a bite and leaned back on the sofa.

The two of them were each busy with their own things.

No one spoke, yet the air felt light and airy.

Just then.

hum-

The phone on the coffee table vibrated.

The screen lights up.

Caller ID: Qi Wenhai.

Fang Yu stopped typing.

He picked up his phone, pressed answer, and then casually turned on speakerphone.

"Little Fang!"

Qi Wenhai's loud voice came through the receiver, full of energy.

"Did I disturb your creative work?"

Fang Yu.

"No, Elder Qi, please speak."

"The Youth Art Exhibition opens the day after tomorrow."

Qi Wenhai got straight to the point.

"Have the two calligraphy pieces and two paintings you promised me been framed?"

"I'm having the institute's car pick it up now. The artwork needs to be brought in early for hanging, lighting, and setting up the booth. Time is already very tight."

Liu Yifei nodded gently as she listened.

For an exhibition of this caliber, setting up two days in advance is considered rushed.

She subconsciously looked at Fang Yu, waiting for him to give her the apartment address.

Fang Yu leaned back on the sofa base, his face neither flushed nor his heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Qi, um... I'm not home right now."

Liu Yifei's hand, holding the apple, froze in mid-air.

Ok?

Qi Wenhai also paused for a moment.

"Not home? Did you go out of town for a gig?"

"Yes, it's not very convenient to run errands outside."

Fang Yu spoke fluently and naturally, as if it were the truth.

"The calligraphy and paintings are all kept at home."

"How about this, you have someone come to my apartment to pick it up tomorrow morning."

Liu Yifei slowly turned her head.

The way she looked at Fang Yu was starting to change.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Wenhai's voice sounded noticeably more anxious.

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Isn't this too rushed? Are the dimensions of the artworks okay? The museum will need to adjust the display cases according to the specifications."

"no problem."

Fang Yu answered with unusual certainty.

"The sizes are all made according to the rules."

"The handover will be on time tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

Qi Wenhai pondered for a moment, and finally could only sigh.

"Alright, you busy person."

"Then tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, I'll have Xiao Li take a car to pick up the painting."

At this point, Qi Wenhai was still not at ease and gave another special instruction.

"You better not mess me up."

"A lot of old-timers are eyeing your booth this time!"

"Don't worry."

Fang Yu spoke calmly, without a hint of guilt in his voice.

The phone hangs up.

The living room fell silent again.

Liu Yifei was still sitting on the sofa, holding up the half-eaten apple.

next second.

The apple slipped from her hand, fell onto the carpet, and rolled twice.

She ignored the apple.

Instead, she slowly stood up and looked down at Fang Yu.

"Fang Yu".

Her voice was trembling slightly.

"You just told Old Qi... you weren't home?"

Fang Yu closed his laptop and stretched lazily.

"yes."

Liu Yifei pointed at his nose, her voice instantly rising.

"Aren't you at home right now?!"

Fang Yu nodded calmly.

"I lied to him."

"..."

This admission was so straightforward that it almost choked Liu Yifei to swallow her next words.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Nothing.

Don't rush.

This is not the most serious problem.

Liu Yifei walked up to Fang Yu and stared down at him.

"it is good."

"You lied to Old Master Qi and said you weren't home; that's not important for now."

She swallowed hard and tentatively asked:

"What's important... is the writing and the drawing?"

"I don't think I've seen you paint anything lately, nor have I heard you mention that a work is finished."

Fang Yu looked up and saw her increasingly nervous expression, then just laughed.

"congratulations."

You guessed right.

Liu Yifei's mind went blank.

Did you guess right?

That is to say-

Two pieces of calligraphy, two paintings.

Not a single penny was touched?!