A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

Inside the restaurant, four men sat down around a large round table.

Once the women and children are gone from a men's dinner party, the atmosphere immediately becomes business-like.

Deng Chao leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach.

"Alright, since we've decided to buy a villa, let's go look at some houses tomorrow."

"After viewing the property, the next step is to finalize the company's location."

Chen Ye pulled out a toothpick, put it in his mouth, and nodded.

"My legal and brokerage teams are on standby at any time. Once the venue is finalized, they can come and start working right away."

"My team is already there." Lu Han put her hands behind her head and laughed carefree. "I'll just bring over the whole team from the Beijing studio and merge them into the new company, saving me the trouble of recruiting."

Chen Ye chewed on a toothpick, his gaze sweeping over Lu Han's face twice.

Good heavens, they've completely turned the capital upside down.

This guy is clearly determined to settle down in Shanghai and stick with that female celebrity who looks like a princess from the Western Regions.

Chen Ye smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Great job, the initial personnel team is now complete."

He turned to look at Deng Chao and tapped the table.

"Brother Chao, you've read the script for 'The Dead End' over and over again. You'll be playing the role of Xin Xiaofeng yourself. Do you have any suitable candidates for Yi Guchun and Yang Zidao?"

When the script was mentioned, Deng Chao's usual impetuousness as a variety show personality completely disappeared.

He rubbed the stubble on his chin and shook his head repeatedly.

"Disaster."

"It's too difficult. The characters in this script are too compelling. Most people simply can't handle the roles. I don't have a single actor I like right now."

Deng Chao paused for a moment, his tone extremely solemn.

"Yezi, I'll tell you the truth."

"If I really can't find good actors to act with, I'd rather put the script in a drawer and let it gather dust than settle for something less than that."

"This movie is truly amazing, a work of art that can be used to wreck any show. I can't let it be ruined."

Hearing this, Chen Ye nodded to himself.

In the original version of "The Dead End," Deng Chao, Duan Yihong, and Guo Tao won the Best Actor award at the Golden Goblet Awards for the first time ever, making it an absolute masterpiece that will be recorded in the history of Chinese entertainment films.

As long as Deng Chao maintains his "better to have none than something bad" attitude, the movie won't be bad.

"Okay, we're not in a rush. We'll take our time." Chen Ye reassured us, "At worst, we can hold a nationwide audition and keep casting until you're satisfied."

The issue of office space was then put on the agenda.

Deng Chao pulled out several photos from the field investigation on his phone and handed them to Chen Ye.

"I've visited several prime office areas. Our company is just starting out, so renting one floor should be enough for now."

Chen Ye swiped the screen twice.

A top-tier office building, with an entire floor of at least 1,000 square meters, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the Shanghai riverfront.

One floor is definitely enough.

Chen Ye quickly calculated that a little over a thousand square meters was enough to fit the current department and the trainees' dance studio. If things got bigger in the future, they could simply buy an entire building.

Chen He picked up his glass and took a sip of wine: "Brother Chao is right. Rent in the core area of ​​Shanghai is not cheap. Let's test the waters with one floor first. You can't get fat in one bite."

Lu Han, who hadn't said a word, nodded repeatedly from the side.

Looking at these three older brothers, Chen Ye felt quite warm inside.

He provided the majority of the registered capital, while these three big names who had already achieved great success in the Chinese entertainment industry each only received a symbolic 10% share.

To put it bluntly, it's not even enough for them to get an endorsement deal.

She simply lowered her pride and status to act as his lackey, helping him establish himself in the industry.

Since my brother is giving me face, I must set up this stage properly.

Chen Ye turned to Lu Han: "Brother Lu, you were a trainee in South Korea and rose to fame in a top boy group. Few people in the Chinese entertainment industry can match your experience in this area."

Lu Han immediately sat up straight.

"You will be fully responsible for the management of idol artists at the new company."

Chen Ye tapped the table with his finger, setting the tone.

"Go and pick a few good talents. You can work on both boy and girl groups. If the girl group needs anything, I can ask Yuqi to help. But let me make this clear: I want real idols with top-notch professional skills."

"Don't give me those who are all show and no substance, who can only gasp for air when they're on stage, and definitely not those troublemakers who cause trouble every few days."

He was truly fed up with the current corrupt practices in the Chinese entertainment industry. Since he had entered the capital market, he had to establish rules.

Without a second thought, Lu Han patted her chest and declared, "Leave it to me! I know this trainee system inside and out. Anyone who dares to slack off in the training room will be fired!"

With the idol arrangements settled, Chen Ye then looked at Chen He.

"Brother He, are you involved with your own Taiyang Media?"

Chen He nonchalantly tossed the toothpick aside: "I have a professional manager overseeing my business, so I'm basically a hands-off boss. Just tell me straight, what kind of manual labor do you want me to do?"

Chen Ye laid out his plan in detail.

"You're resourceful. You'll be in charge of internet and variety show production. Keep an eye on the e-sports scene and short video platforms. If you find a promising talent or a potential game team with built-in audience, just throw money at them and sign them. You're the best at understanding the internet."

Chen He's eyes lit up; this job was practically tailor-made for him.

"No problem! Leave it to me, I guarantee we'll dig up a ton of treasure."

Finally, Chen Ye looked at Deng Chao.

"Brother Chao, you're in charge of everything from project approval and crew coordination to actor contracts. You're a veteran actor, so you're in charge of judging acting skills."

Deng Chao nodded with a smile, fiddling with a lighter in his hand.

Chen He suddenly realized what was happening and pointed at Chen Ye, asking, "No, Yezi, the three of us have work to do, so what are you going to do? Do you want to sit in an office and become a bloodsucker capitalist?"

Facing three pairs of questioning eyes, Chen Ye leaned back in his chair with extreme arrogance.

"I?"

"Of course I'm in charge of the most core work."

Chen Ye spread his hands confidently: "All the scripts produced and the lyrics and music composed by the company rely entirely on my brain. Without my masterpieces, could you even run this company?"

The restaurant was silent for a second.

Then, Deng Chao, Chen He, and Lu Han burst into laughter at the same time.

Although these words were incredibly arrogant, they couldn't refute them. Chen Ye's previously wildly popular single and the script he had just produced were the company's strongest trump cards.

We've finished discussing the serious matters.

Deng Chao glanced at the clock on the wall; it was exactly nine o'clock in the evening.

He glanced furtively at the living room and, finding that Sun Li wasn't paying attention, immediately grabbed two unopened bottles of liquor from the wine cabinet and slammed them onto the table.

"Alright! The tasks have been assigned, let's get down to business!"

"Today, brothers, we're going to drink to our hearts' content! Nobody's getting away!"

Chen Ye chuckled when he saw this.

Deng Chao and Chen He are notorious drinkers in the industry, both bad at drinking and fond of alcohol.

"Fine, I'll drink it. What are you afraid of?" Chen He snatched the bottle opener.

The four men immediately started drinking contests.

We drank from nine o'clock until past eleven, and a lot of empty bottles were spilled on the table.

Lu Han blushed, lay on the table and grinned foolishly, muttering incomprehensible Martian language.

Chen He, holding Deng Chao's hand, was reminiscing about the heartbreaking experiences of recording the show years ago, with tears streaming down his face.

Deng Chao, his tongue slurring, was still yelling, "Bring me the wine! I can drink ten more!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the restaurant door was pushed open.

Sun Li stood at the door in her pajamas, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Drink, drink, all you ever do is drink!" Sun Li walked over and grabbed Deng Chao's ear. "Are we still going to look at houses tomorrow? It's so late!"

"Ouch, honey, be gentle, give me some face..."

Deng Chao's arrogance was instantly extinguished, and he stood up with a grimace, following Sun Li's grip.

Zhang Zixuan, who was standing nearby, also came over and, with a look of disgust on his face, helped up the completely drunk Chen He: "Let's go, don't embarrass yourself."

The two old men were dragged out of the restaurant by their wives.

Having drunk so much, Chen He and his family decided to stay there.

Chen Ye sat in a chair, holding a half-empty glass of wine. He was perfectly sober; this amount of wine was nothing to his enhanced body.

He strolled leisurely into the living room.

Song Yuqi was sitting on the sofa looking at her phone, while the four children next to her had already been taken to bed by the nanny.

"Come on, honey, let's go home and sleep." Chen Ye walked over and casually ruffled her hair.

Song Yuqi rolled her eyes at him, then lowered her voice and pointed to the single sofa next to her.

Chen Ye looked over and slapped his forehead.

I almost forgot about this person.

Dilraba was nestled on the sofa, holding a magazine, but her eyes kept glancing towards the guest room corridor, clearly worried about some drunk guy.

"Reba, how are you getting home today?" Chen Ye walked over. "It's not safe to take a taxi in the middle of the night. How about we drive you home?"

Dilraba quickly closed the magazine. She had wanted to wait for Lu Han to come out and say hello, but the guy was immediately taken into the guest room by the nanny and fell fast asleep.

"No need, it's too much trouble for you. I can just call a private car myself."

"What's the trouble? We're going back to the city anyway." Song Yuqi stepped forward and grabbed Reba's arm. "Come on, come on, I'm worried about leaving you alone in the middle of the night."

Reba couldn't refuse, so she could only blush and agree.

After greeting Sun Li downstairs, the three of them put on their coats and left the villa.

The streets of Shanghai were deserted late at night. Song Yuqi drove Reba to the entrance of her residential compound.

Watching Dilraba's departing figure, Chen Ye turned and winked at Song Yuqi.

"I could smell this sour, rotten odor even from the passenger seat."

"What do you know? This is called a little flirtation before two people start dating." Song Yuqi punched him lightly. "Let's go home."

When I returned to the river-view penthouse, it was nearly 1 a.m.

With a little alcohol as a catalyst, and the absolute privacy of their private world, the fire was ignited.

After taking a shower, Chen Ye carried Song Yuqi to bed.

Exhaustion and sleepiness were thrown to the winds, and the two tacitly began their baby-making plan. The temperature in the bedroom rose sharply, only stopping in the middle of the night.

……

the next day.

Chen Ye woke up with a sore back and aching waist. He yawned and turned his head to see Song Yuqi still fast asleep, clinging to him.

He carefully moved her arm away, got out of bed, and picked up his phone.

12:30 PM.

When I opened the WeChat group chat, there wasn't a single new message in the group called "Loving Each Other Group".

Chen Ye rolled his eyes speechlessly.

I was supposed to get up early to look at apartments today, but I've been lying around like a corpse ever since. My motivation is just too low.

He clicked on Lu Han's profile picture, typed a message, and sent it.

"Is he still alive? What time is it? Didn't Brother Chao say he was looking at houses?"