After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Near the City God Temple in Shanghai.

The signboard for the Shanghai branch of the Qilin Opera Troupe has been hung up.

Jiang Yichen stood in the lobby, watching Tan Yunxiao directing the workers to move props.

"Senior brother, be gentle, that outfit is very expensive."

Tan Yunxiao lifted a huge camphor wood chest with one hand and smiled憨厚ly.

"Don't worry, third brother, my hand is very steady."

Several fellow students gathered around, holding their phones and looking excited.

"Third Brother! You're famous! You're absolutely famous!"

"Our movie is number one at the box office right now!"

Jiang Yichen took the phone and glanced at it.

The trending topics are all about the movie.

He tugged at his collar, not too surprised.

A masterpiece that has been tested by the market in its previous life is now being used in this world with overwhelming force; it would be strange if it didn't become a hit.

"Alright, stop looking at your phone."

Jiang Yichen clapped his hands.

"Making money from movies is the movie business; we can't abandon our core business."

"The branch office opens in a few days, and we must make a name for ourselves with our first performance."

...........

The General Manager's Office of Brilliant Entertainment.

Wang Jianye slammed his phone to the ground.

The screen shattered instantly.

He kicked over the coffee table in front of him.

Glass shattered all over the floor.

Bai Yanqiu sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

He looked at the frenzied Wang Jianye and coldly uttered a sentence.

"waste."

Wang Jianye froze, quickly turned around, and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Bai Yanqiu put down his wine glass and stood up.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the night view of Shanghai.

Jiang Yichen.

It's Jiang Yichen again!

Bai Yanqiu grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it against the tempered glass.

.......

A few days later, the Shanghai branch of the Qilin Opera Troupe was brightly lit.

Bright red lanterns hung high on the carved eaves, their red glow illuminating the brand-new gold signboard in front of the door.

Today is a day of double happiness.

The branch office officially opened, which also served as a celebration banquet for "Crazy Stone" topping the box office during the National Day holiday.

The theater's spacious hall was set up with a full twenty tables.

Tan Yunxiao and his thirty-odd fellow disciples ate and drank to their hearts' content.

The empty plates on the table were stacked high, and the scene was bustling with activity.

The atmosphere at the main table was completely different.

Jiang Yichen, dressed in a simple white shirt, leaned back in his chair.

He held a cup of warm goji berry tea in his hand, looking relaxed.

On the left, Gu Ruanxing was wearing a wine-red fitted long dress with the neckline slightly open.

Her beautiful face was flushed, and her eyes were somewhat glazed.

To the right, Xu Zhiyou sat obediently, wearing a pink fitted dress.

However, her large, watery eyes were now covered with a layer of moisture.

On the table in front of the two, five or six empty wine bottles lay scattered haphazardly.

Gu Ruanxing rested her chin on one hand and held up a wine glass in the other, then slammed it on the table.

A crisp sound of glass colliding rang out.

"drink!"

"Yuzu, I'm happy today!"

"That bastard Bai Yanqiu is completely finished this time!"

"At the film scheduling meeting, I pointed my finger at Wang Jianye and yelled at him, and he didn't dare utter a single word!"

Gu Ruanxing tilted her head back and drank the red wine in her glass in one gulp.

The wine slid down her fair neck.

Xu Zhiyou held the wine glass in both hands, her cheeks flushed, and nodded repeatedly.

"Xingbao is the best."

"Yinlang KTV's revenue has tripled in the past few days."

"Those places owned by the Bai family, not even flies will dare to get in now."

Xu Zhiyou took a small sip of red wine, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

She turned her head and stared intently at Jiang Yichen.

"Thanks to Jiang Yichen."

Jiang Yichen took a sip of goji berry tea.

"Bosses, if you can't hold your liquor, don't force yourself."

Gu Ruanxing suddenly turned her head and glared at him fiercely.

"Who says I can't?"

"The word 'no' has never existed in my dictionary, from childhood to adulthood, Gu Ruanxing!"

"Fill it up!"

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the hall reached its peak.

Thirty-odd burly men from Northeast China, having eaten and drunk their fill, were now drinking heavily around Tan Yunxiao.

The empty wine bottles on the table were piled up as high as a small mountain.

On the main table, two bottles of French red wine, each costing over two thousand yuan, were already empty.

Gu Ruanxing completely lost her image as a pampered young lady at this moment.

She slumped limply onto the dining table, clutching half a wine glass tightly in her hand.

Jiang Yichen.

Gu Ruanxing made a slurred, broken sound.

"You're a real talent, kid."

"Give me the satisfaction!"

"I... hiccup... I had such a great time today!"

Jiang Yichen leaned back in his chair, holding a thermos in his hands.

He glanced down at his watch.

It's already 11:30 p.m.

If they keep eating this meal, those two women's heads are definitely going to explode tomorrow.

Su Yao, who was standing next to her, had already walked over.

She was wearing a smart business suit today, and was carrying Gu Ruanxing's coat and bag.

"President Jiang, it's getting late."

Su Yao pushed up her black-rimmed glasses.

"Mr. Gu is in a bad state and can't drink anymore. Shall I take him home?"

Jiang Yichen nodded and put down the thermos in his hand.

"OK."

"Her bodyguard's car should be outside. Drive carefully."

"Let me know when you arrive."

Su Yao responded and walked over to support Gu Ruanxing's arm.

"Mr. Gu, it's time for us to go home."

Gu Ruanxing fidgeted restlessly, muttering to herself.

"No... I want to drink more..."

"Hang Bai Yanqiu... on the street lamp for my mother..."

It took Su Yao a great deal of effort to help the young lady, who had drunk herself into oblivion, up.

She turned her head and glanced at Xu Zhiyou, who was still sitting in the chair.

"Mr. Jiang, what about Miss Xu...?"

Jiang Yichen glanced at Xu Zhiyou.

This underworld heiress is being very well-behaved right now.

She held the empty wine glass in both hands, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Jiang Yichen.

Her cheeks were as red as a ripe peach.

"I'll take her."