Once downstairs, Chu Fang found his designated parking spot and tossed the keys to the young man, Xiao Li: "You drive."

"Huh? Brother Chu, I'm afraid to drive it." Little Li hesitated for a moment as he looked at the Bentley in front of him.

"It's alright, you can pay for it if you break it." Chu Fang waved his hand.

Xiao Li: "... ..."

Are you speaking human language?

Xiao Li drove carefully toward their destination, while Chu Fang sat in the passenger seat, resting.

He usually had almost no work, but suddenly faced with high-intensity work, he felt exhausted.

"Little Li."

"Brother Chu, you go ahead."

"How long have you been working at the studio?"

"Less than a month."

"Just graduated?"

"Um."

Are you in a relationship?

"No."

"What a pity."

While driving, Xiao Li chatted with Chu Fang: "These days, who dares to date? Eating out, housing, gifts, shopping—all of these cost money, and I can't afford it. Right now, I just want to work hard, learn more, and gain experience."

Chu Fang patted the other man on the shoulder: "Yes, as a man, you should work hard, just like me, and be passionate about your work."

Xiao Li opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately kept it closed.

Sometimes I really want to call the police.

... ...

We drove there and soon arrived at the KTV, a place that is always the best place for business entertainment.

"Mr. Huang." As soon as he got out of the car, Chu Fang greeted the client with a smile, looking very energetic.

Xiao Li got out of the car and saw a staff member behind General Manager Huang. He looked surprised, and the staff member was also surprised. The two smiled and nodded.

After exchanging greetings, the two went into a KTV room together. The table was full of drinks, and the four of them began to drink.

Socializing is essentially a war, a process of mutual flattery and scheming against each other, ultimately aiming to win over the client.

Xiao Li had only recently graduated and had never experienced such an occasion before, so he quickly became flushed from drinking.

Chu Fang gave Xiao Li a wink, signaling him to go out and rest for a bit. Seeing Xiao Li hesitate, he said, "I've drunk more alcohol than you've drunk soft drinks."

Xiao Li then left the private room.

He went to the restroom, rinsed his face with cold water, and the effects of the alcohol wore off somewhat. Then he sat outside and sighed, "Is this what society is like? I really can't adapt."

"Sigh!" A sigh came from the side. It was from Mr. Huang's subordinate, who was also Xiao Li's college classmate, "Xiao Zhou." "We had just graduated, and we were ambitious. We vowed to make a name for ourselves in Shanghai. Now that I think about it, it's ridiculous."

Xiao Li asked, "Why did you come out?"

Xiao Zhou, sitting next to him, said, "He sneaked out."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "That 'Huang Silang' is really despicable. He can't drink himself, so he made me drink for him. I got so drunk that I was dizzy. While 'Huang Silang' and your boss were bragging, I ran away."

Xiao Zhou nudged his college classmate: "Your boss is pretty good. As a boss, he actually helped you fend off drinks."

"Brother Chu is not the boss."

What is that?

This question has finally caught up with Xiao Li.

What exactly is Chu Fang's role in the studio?

Is she the boss? No. The legal representative of the studio is Zhong Tingyue, who is also the sole shareholder.

Was he an employee? No. Chu Fang didn't receive a single penny of salary from the studio; in fact, he spent a considerable amount of money on it, buying coffee, snacks, and drinks every day, and ordering takeout for everyone in the studio—all from high-end hotels, which could only be described as expensive.

Xiao Li pondered for a moment, then said, "Brother Chu is the boss's wife."

Xiao Zhou was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly realized: "A gigolo?"

"No, not exactly," Xiao Li explained. "The studio belongs to our boss, Mr. Zhong. The owner is also Brother Chu's wife. Brother Chu has already achieved financial freedom. Because she is particularly fond of Mr. Zhong, she sticks to him all the time and is a member of the studio."

"Hiss... ...financial freedom?" Xiao Zhou was surprised.

He looked at Chu Fang's face and found him to be very young. Compared to the two of them who had just graduated from university, Chu Fang was even younger. He was naturally extremely surprised that Chu Fang had achieved so much.

"Yes," Xiao Li nodded, "His net worth is at least hundreds of millions."

Xiao Zhou sighed: "Comparison is the thief of joy, and comparison is the thief of joy. How can the gap between people be so big? I'm still worrying about work, while others have already achieved financial freedom."

"Why did God bring me into this world? Was I here to be an NPC for these people?"

"One day, I will make these rich people know what it means to have fortunes change every thirty years."

The two sat and chatted for a while, and then Xiao Zhou received a message from General Manager Huang, so the two quickly went into the private room.

Mr. Huang's face was flushed from drinking, while Chu Fang remained calm and continued eating.

Chu Fang had been a regular at nightclubs for a long time, so his alcohol tolerance was naturally exceptional. More importantly, he could only drink half of what he drank, much better than Boss Huang.

Upon seeing the employee, General Manager Huang waved and said, "Xiao Zhou, where have you been? Come here quickly and drink these few glasses of wine."

Without a word, Xiao Zhou drank the wine. After three cups, he couldn't drink anymore, his face contorted with worry: "President Huang..."

"Drink up, don't let President Chu see us make a fool of ourselves."

"But I really can't drink anymore," Xiao Zhou said.

Upon hearing this, General Manager Huang frowned: "Hmm? At such a young age, you can't even drink alcohol, how can you handle more important work? How can I trust you?"

Xiao Zhou was in a very difficult position.