I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

So what should the actual situation be like?

Cheng Che pushed open the door and walked into the lobby on the first floor of the Chinese website headquarters.

There were no rows of people in black suits, no 90-degree bows, and no "Welcome His Majesty the Emperor."

The entire lobby was deserted, and there wasn't even a soul at the front desk. I wondered if they had gone to the restroom or were slacking off somewhere.

During that time, only one cleaning lady slowly pushed her cleaning cart past, the wheels making a "gurgling" sound as they rolled over the floor.

She didn't even bother to look at Cheng Che.

"..."

Cheng Che stood in the center of the hall, and for a moment he felt a subtle sense of disparity.

He felt that a crow should be flying over his head at that moment, cawing "caw caw" as it flew.

Fine, whatever... We live in a modern society, we don't practice feudalism or the underworld.

Having visited the company a few times before, Cheng Che wasn't intimidated. He scratched his head and walked towards the elevator on his own.

Then, a hand stopped him.

"Hello sir, who are you looking for?" A middle-aged man in a security guard uniform walked over.

He wasn't very tall, had a square face, and stood ramrod straight, exuding a sense of justice and dedication.

He looked Cheng Che up and down, his eyes filled with a professional wariness.

"...I'm looking for Bai Ye," Cheng Che answered truthfully.

The security guard's expression changed slightly; the wariness in his eyes did not dissipate, but instead a hint of suspicion appeared.

You can't blame him for being suspicious.

First, the person in front of him looked quite young; second, he had never seen this person before; and finally, the person wasn't wearing an employee badge and went straight to the elevator as soon as he entered...

He's definitely a suspicious person!

"Bai Ye... Editor-in-Chief?" the security guard confirmed.

"Yes." Cheng Che nodded.

Brother, your skeptical tone is a bit hurtful!

Why can't I talk to the editor-in-chief?

The security guard was silent for a moment, then said in a tactful tone:

"Sir, you look quite young, you're probably not an employee of our company, are you? Visitors need to register at the front desk first. Please wait a moment, the receptionist should be back soon."

"Or you could try calling the editor-in-chief?" the security guard suggested tentatively. "Have her come down and pick you up?"

"..."

Brother, although that's what you said, could you tone down your tone a bit, since you don't seem to believe I know the editor-in-chief at all?

Cheng Che opened his mouth, as if to say, "Hey, uncle, I'm number zero."

But he also felt that the security guard didn't seem to know "Zero".

How embarrassing would it be if you said it and the other person didn't react at all?

Where will I put my dignity?

So he could only nod in agreement and say, "Okay, I'll call the editor-in-chief now."

Shift!

I was twenty-three that year. At a company meeting, I stood there like a lackey.

My big Zero came to the Chinese website to see the editor-in-chief. It's one thing that he didn't have the grand entrance ceremony that Genjiro entered Genji Heavy Industries, but why did he have to send someone down to bail him out?

I'm so embarrassed.

Seeing that he was so obedient and didn't cause any trouble, the security guard immediately became more amiable.

Cheng Che actually made a phone call to the editor-in-chief.

The security guard stood calmly to the side, a faint, polite smile on his face.

Bai Ye answered very quickly.

"What's up?" a crisp female voice came from the phone. "Have you arrived at the company yet?"

"...We've arrived, but there's been a tiny, minor, harmless problem." Cheng Che scratched his eyebrows.

"What's the problem?"

"The company's security guard didn't recognize me and detained me," Cheng Che said truthfully.

"We're saying, boss, it's really awkward and embarrassing to just stand here in this hall. We desperately need to get something out of this."

After saying this, he heard a soft laugh from the phone, as if he couldn't hold it in.

Emperor, the only officially designated writer on Chinese.com and the highest mountain on the site, came to the website with his head held high to talk to the editor-in-chief... only to be detained because the security guard didn't recognize him!

Who could possibly hold back like that?

Later, she would go and check the surveillance footage from the lobby on the first floor, hand it over to the short video operations team, and have them edit it and post it online.

It will definitely attract widespread attention from readers.

"...Boss, do you really have to laugh in front of me?" Cheng Che was speechless.

Funny, this isn't the boss.

"Ahem." Bai Ye cleared his throat, pretending nothing had happened. "Wait."

The call was then disconnected.

Cheng Che put away his phone and waited listlessly in the same spot, with the security guard standing guard beside him.

About two minutes later, the elevator dinged.

The elevator doors opened, and a woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding the air of a "career elite," stepped out.

Upon seeing Bai Ye, the security guard raised an eyebrow, his expression slightly out of control.

He had been working at the company for a while, and it wasn't uncommon for people to come and talk to the editor-in-chief, but in the past, the editor-in-chief would usually send his assistant to pick them up.

Why did you come in person today?

He glanced at Cheng Che and thought to himself, "This young man is no ordinary person!"

Cheng Che noticed the change in the security guard's expression and a dragon-king-like smile appeared on his lips.

Bai Ye stepped out of the elevator, glanced around the lobby, and immediately saw Cheng Che standing outside the elevator door like a lackey.

She chuckled softly again, looked at the security guard, and nodded to him: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll take her away now."

"It's not hard work at all," the security guard said repeatedly.

Bai Ye then looked at Cheng Che: "Let's go."

Cheng Che casually patted his not-so-messy collar and calmly followed Bai Ye into the elevator.

Before the elevator doors closed completely, he smugly shook his head at the security guard.

The editor-in-chief came down to pick me up in person!

Bull is not bull?

The elevator went up and then stopped after a while.

"bite--"

The elevator doors opened, revealing a long corridor behind them.

The walls on both sides are decorated with posters of various classic IPs from Chinese websites over the years, each representing a name that has shone or is shining in the online literature circle.

In the most prominent position, the brothers Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei stood back to back, with two lines of gilded characters at their feet:

On the day I return to this world, all traitors shall perish!

How cringeworthy... but I feel so proud!

Cheng Che was very pleased with this.

He was then taken by Bai Ye to a small conference room.

The interior is simply and neatly furnished, with a long table, a few chairs, and a white wall for projecting images.

A laptop computer was on the long table, its screen filled with densely packed data and tables.

"The reporters haven't arrived yet, please have a seat." Bai Ye sat down in front of the laptop and turned the screen towards Cheng Che. "I'll take this opportunity to talk to you about some serious matters."

Let's get down to business.

With me...?

"Understood." Cheng Che nodded, sat down opposite her, and focused his gaze on the screen.

That's the backend data panel for "Dragon Raja".