Digimon: I really didn't want to be the Digimon Emperor!

Cheng Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Wei Wan with a teasing gaze.

"What do you want?" Wei Wan frowned.

"What do you mean 'you'? Call me President Cheng," Cheng Yuan said.

"Hmph, Mr. Cheng, just say what you want." Wei Wan knew better than anyone what a genius who could create divine songs like "Butterfly" and "Brave Heart" meant to the entire production team—he was a cash cow that could double their show's ratings!

Even the chief director should take it seriously.

"At least apologize. Who can stand someone who looks down on others from the start?" Cheng Yuan said.

You ignored me just now, but now I'll make you regret it.

"I have a few more ideas that might be turned into songs," Cheng Yuan deliberately dragged out the syllable, "but the mood and concept haven't been fully developed yet..."

Wei Wan's eyes widened instantly: "There's more?!"

"You can even write songs?" Yun Yao grabbed Cheng Yuan's arm, her eyes shining as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Of course," Cheng Yuan shrugged, "writing songs is something anyone can do. Unlike some people, who can't even apologize."

Wei Wan: "..."

Wei Wan hesitated. He knew that if he let this mysterious creator leave today, the director would skin him alive.

"Okay, I apologize, but if you can't write more songs, I'll make you regret it."

"Is this an apology?" Cheng Yuan frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry..." Wei Wan bowed deeply.

"What? I can't hear you because I'm not wearing a mask." Cheng Yuan yawned.

What does wearing a mask have to do with your hearing?

He knew Cheng Yuan was deliberately making things difficult for him, but this time, even with the arrival of the director, producer, and investors, he was the only one who could back down.

After all, the value of these two songs is enough to shake the entire entertainment industry, not to mention those songs that haven't even been "born" yet.

"I sincerely apologize for my behavior just now," Wei Wan took a deep breath and bowed at a ninety-degree angle, "and ask for Mr. Cheng's forgiveness."

"Hmm, that's more like it. Let's forget about what happened earlier," Cheng Yuan said. "Let's go, Yun Yao."

The two had just turned around when Wei Wan exclaimed anxiously, "Wait! About the employment contract..."

"Who said I wanted to work for you?" Cheng Yuan turned around and made a face. "What creative manager? Do you think I care?"

"You, you, you!" Wei Wan stomped her feet in anger.

"What do you mean, 'you'? You're like a broken record! One thing at a time."

"What creative manager? Young man, you should at least be a creative director!" A middle-aged man wearing a black vest walked in, with the words "Director Team" written on the back. He had already heard the whole story outside the door.

"Director!" Wei Wan rushed over as if seeing a savior. "This brat is going too far!"

"Go back and take a two-month vacation." The director didn't even glance at him.

In the ever-changing entertainment industry, giving you a two-month break is a euphemism; it basically means you're packing your bags and leaving.

"What? Director, what... what's going on?" Wei Wan screamed.

"Who's this?" Cheng Yuan whispered.

"He is the show's director," Yun Yao said.

Two security guards appeared just in time and dragged Wei Wan, who was still in a daze, out. The scene looked just like a scene from a palace drama where a eunuch was dragged out and beaten to death.

"This must be the mysterious creator behind contestant Yun Yao, right?" The director warmly shook Cheng Yuan's hand. "Truly a prodigy! I'm Chen Mo, the program's director. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Cheng Yuan was a little taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm: "Uh, hello..."

"The new song you just collaborated on with Yun Yao made two Digimon that were about to evolve evolve prematurely! It's practically an evolution march, as amazing as 'Butterfly'!" the director exclaimed, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Could you tell me the name of this song?"

"Brave Heart, the song was born of nature, a stroke of genius." Cheng Yuan waved his hand, looking completely calm.

Yun Yao couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, realizing he had tricked her again.

After a while, the director said, "In that case, I sincerely invite you to serve as the music composition director. You will be in charge of judging the song composition for the entire program."

This offer is no ordinary one—the music creative director not only earns a starting salary of one million yuan per year, but also holds the power to decide the fate of contestants.

Countless musicians would kill to sit in this position.

But Cheng Yuan knew perfectly well that he didn't have the real skills to be the director of this dreadful project, composing and judging music.

Besides, the college entrance exam is just around the corner, and Xu Xin's special training is entering a crucial stage. Where would he find the time for all this? He had no choice but to refuse.

"Director Chen, I am an animal trainer," Cheng Yuan straightened his back, his eyes firm. "My journey is to the stars and the sea of ​​the digital world."

Yun Yao's eyes lit up. No wonder, no wonder. Only those who truly see the Digital World as their journey can create songs that touch the hearts of Digimon.

"Miss Yun Yao, I didn't expect you to have such talent by your side. We will need to continue our in-depth cooperation in the later episodes. With Mr. Cheng's help, you will definitely become the first Digital Queen."

Although Cheng Yuan rejected it, the director still wanted to try. He could imagine the show's decline if it didn't have Yun Yao and this song, and instead had only mediocre cast members.

If we can keep Cheng Yuan, he will not only be a cash cow, but also a lifeline.

"Yes, Director Chen, please discuss future collaborations with my studio," Yun Yao said with a smile.

"A studio?" Director Chen looked bewildered. "Weren't you alone?"

"It'll be ready soon." Yun Yao winked mischievously and pulled Cheng Yuan outside.

The two jogged out of the building and stopped at the riverbank. Yun Yao shouted at the rushing river, "Ah—that felt so good! That was so good, I haven't felt this good in ages!"

Cheng Yuan smiled at her: "You just left right in front of him, are you even going to participate later?"

"Of course I'll participate! He'll definitely come looking for me. Didn't I tell him to contact my studio?"

"Where did you get your studio?"

Yun Yao took out her phone and dialed a number skillfully: "Hey, Uncle, help me register a company tomorrow. I want to set up a studio. Get the staff ready... Okay, bye."

After hanging up the phone, she proudly waved her phone: "Done!"

Just a phone call? Setting up a company is that simple? Cheng Yuan was dumbfounded.

Yun Yao said earnestly, "Your songs have soul; they shouldn't become the flesh and blood of capital. We must keep them in our own hands so that..."

She reached out her hand, her eyes sparkling as if they were shining: "Cheng Yuan, let's team up. I also want to... spread our songs throughout the entire digital world."

The river breeze ruffled their hair as the little dog and the star beast chased and played on the shore.

It must be said that, if managed properly, this studio could be a good source of wealth points.

Cheng Yuan looked at Yun Yao's outstretched hand and suddenly laughed: "Okay, but I have to make it clear in advance—I'm going to be a hands-off manager."

"No problem!" Yun Yao grabbed his hand and shook it. "You'll be in charge of composing, I'll be in charge of singing, the Star Beast will be in charge of playing instruments, and someone else will handle the operations!"

"Woof!" the little dog barked in dissatisfaction.

"Oh right, and the little dog beast is in charge of... being cute!" Yun Yao quickly added.