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Xu Zhesheng quickly prepared the contract.

Arriving at the foot of the Jiangxing Entertainment Company building, he looked up and saw that this building truly lived up to its reputation as the largest entertainment company in the country. It had countless floors from bottom to top, covering entertainment, promotion, artist management, and numerous filming locations.

The building exudes an air of extravagance and decadence, both inside and out.

When he called Lu Zichuan, Assistant Wang came down to greet him personally, giving him a lot of face.

Xu Zhesheng stood up straight and followed Assistant Wang into the elevator that was specially designed for the president. No one else could ride it unless they had the president's card.

This is a sightseeing elevator; you can see the outside scenery from inside, but you can't see the inside scenery from outside.

Upon arriving at Lu Zichuan's office, seeing its enormous size, luxurious decor, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city of Beijing, Xu Zhesheng's confidence shattered instantly.

He finally understood why Lu Zichuan had readily agreed to give him a 30% cut; he wasn't stupid enough not to know how to make money.

He's clearly so rich that he doesn't need to worry about making money; he can do whatever makes him happy.

While he was smugly thinking that Lu Zichuan was a fool, little did he know that the other party had never taken the project seriously.

This confidence in wealth is something he could never achieve in his entire life...

Hearing the sound, Lu Zichuan turned around from the boss's chair. Although it had only been two hours since they last met, he was wearing a different outfit than he had at the hospital.

At this moment, he was wearing a gray haute couture suit, and in his right hand he was holding a Baccarat crystal glass. The glass contained nothing but ordinary mineral water, but the way he held it made it seem as if he was drinking nectar.

He sat back in the boss's chair, and when he saw Xu Zhesheng arrive, his face remained expressionless. "You're here?"

Those extremely faint eyes looked down on Xu Zhesheng as if he were a high and mighty emperor looking down at his subject.

A surge of pent-up pride welled up inside Xu Zhesheng, and he felt so dejected that he wanted to run away.

But the thought of that 30% cut made him unable to move.

Gritting his teeth, he straightened his back even more, and handed the contract to Assistant Wang early in the morning, watching him hand the contract to Lu Zichuan.

However, Lu Zichuan didn't even glance at it and signed his name directly on the last page.

If it were someone else, Xu Zhesheng would only feel that the other party trusted him, but when it was done by Lu Zichuan, he felt an invisible insult.

That was an insult in the face of absolute money, as if the things he valued were nothing more than ordinary things in the other person's eyes, and there was no need to consider the gains or losses involved.

He stood aside, waiting for Lu Zichuan to sign the document and then give it to him.

"Well then, Mr. Lu, I'll be going now."

Xu Zhesheng felt itchy all over, but he still had to force a smile.

Lu Zichuan raised his hand, a faint smile on his face, and said, "Director Xu, why are you in such a hurry? You've come all this way to see me, why don't you let Assistant Wang give you a proper tour?"

Assistant Wang laughed and said, "Sure, Director Xu, come with me."

"No need, I have other things to do..."

"What's the rush? Director Xu's movie is all finished filming. I'll handle the rest of the publicity and release. We're classmates after all, and this is your first time visiting. Let Assistant Wang show you around. In the entertainment industry, you can't just know how to be a director. You also need to understand how each department operates. I see that Director Xu is so ambitious. He shouldn't limit himself to directing."

Lu Zichuan said slowly.

These words struck a chord with Hsu Che-sheng, who naturally didn't want to be limited to being a director.

Directors may sound like they have the highest authority in movies and TV series, but in reality, they have producers and investors behind them, and they have to be mindful of the moods of many people. Some investors even want to cast the actors they want to promote, and the director has to greet them with a smile. If the actor doesn't perform well, the director has to coax them with kind words to get them to film.

Xu Zhesheng dislikes having to read other people's faces the most. He worked so hard to get out of the small county town, wasn't it all for the sake of making a name for himself?

If he could climb up, why wouldn't he?

Thinking of this, Xu Zhesheng stopped refusing and followed Assistant Wang out.

Behind him, Lu Zichuan looked up at Xu Zhesheng's deliberately upright posture, chuckled, and then lowered his head again.

Assistant Wang led Xu Zhesheng down the stairs, floor by floor.

As the elevator doors opened and closed, the outside noise and the extreme luxury inside constantly assaulted his senses.

First, there was the top-of-the-line recording studio on the eighteenth floor.

The soundproof wall uses the Swiss-imported GK series, and its cost is equivalent to the production cost of two art films by Hsu Che-sheng.

Several Grammy-level mixing engineers were working with headphones on. When they saw Assistant Wang, they all nodded respectfully, but didn't spare Xu Zhesheng even half a second for their eyes.

Hsu Che-sheng recognized one of them as an internationally renowned music arranger. He had wanted to ask the man to compose a theme song for a movie, but his agent declined due to the exorbitant price and scheduling conflicts. Now, however, the man was sitting here like an ordinary employee.

"This is just one branch of our music copyright department."

Assistant Wang casually explained, "President Lu controls most of the music platforms in China, and most of these masters have signed exclusive contracts."

Xu Zhesheng's throat tightened, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he didn't speak.

Next up was the simulated filming base.

Spanning several thousand square meters, the scenes range from ancient palaces to futuristic science fiction, from streets drenched in torrential rain to raging fires, so realistic that it feels like time travel.

Groups of stylishly dressed trainees were filming in different scenes, surrounded by lighting technicians, cameramen, and stylists. The scale of the shoot was even more extravagant than when he was making a movie.

"These are all the company's reserves."

Assistant Wang smiled and said, "President Lu said that artists need to be trained in all aspects, not just rely on talent. They can use these scenes freely to practice every day."

A surge of bitter jealousy welled up inside him, burning his eyes.

What alarmed him most was the data center on the basement level.

In the huge circular hall, countless screens flashed data, showing real-time trending topics across the internet, public opinion analysis of celebrities, and the composition of fan profiles.

Several data analysts are pointing and gesturing at the screen.

"This is the brain."

Assistant Wang said with pride, "For every song and every drama, before it goes into production, the models here will predict the ratings, box office, and return on investment. President Lu never fights a battle unprepared."

Standing in front of that huge circular screen, Xu Zhesheng felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

His prized "artistic intuition" and "directorial talent" appear so laughable and insignificant in the face of this absolute rationality built on money and data.

All his efforts and struggles seemed like a futile self-indulgence in the face of the resources Lu Zichuan casually wielded.

"Director Xu, you see how much our CEO Lu trusts you. He signed a contract with you without even watching the movie. We hope you'll work hard!"

Assistant Wang pointed to a screen displaying data predictions for newly released films. "We can calculate the film's reputation, box office baseline, and marketing costs."

Xu Zhesheng felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation, mixed with jealousy that almost tore his heart and lungs apart, frantically gnawing at his reason.