Chapter Sixty-Five: Signing Bonus of Eight Million

Inside the elevator of the Wen's Building.

"Tell me honestly, how did you two get together?" Song Nian'an crossed her arms, looking very displeased.

Sister Xiaowu chuckled twice, then immediately put on a pleading expression, "After I came back from that business trip, he made me play games every day. You know, I'm a poor working person and can't afford to pay someone to play with me, but he actually created a new account for me for free."

Song Nian'an cursed inwardly, "Are all escort services the same old tricks?"

She continued, "Then he started ordering lunch and milk tea for me, treating me to coffee, and calling a car for me to go home after get off work. I saw his picture; he's very handsome and sunny, and he's a senior in college. He earns quite a lot of money as a playmate. I was a little embarrassed, so I jokingly said I'd treat him to lunch, and he came over at noon today."

Seeing Xiao Wu's infatuated expression, Song Nian'an smiled cutely, "I was just pretending. This kid seems much more reliable than Cheng Letian. If he bullies you, just tell me. Although I can't beat him, I can find a lot of people to beat him up!" She pretended to roll up her sleeves.

Sister Xiaowu nodded, "She's definitely much better than the optimist!"

The two of them burst into laughter.

When Song Nian'an arrived at Wen Jing's office, Wen Jing had already gone to a meeting.

He casually took out his phone and swiped around. He had only intended to check WeChat, but then a series of Weibo notifications started popping up.

Song Nian'an clicked on it with some confusion.

Today's trending topics are a jumbled mess, but they're all news related to the Wen family.

#Rising star Shen Zhuangyue marries Wen Siyan, the young master of the Wen family, after she becomes pregnant.

#The identity of the heir to the Wen Group remains a mystery

#Wen Jing's repeated infidelity is confirmed; his private life is chaotic.

The matriarch of the Wen Group was hospitalized after her son, Wen Jing, married another man without her consent.

Song Nian'an hung up the phone, almost at a loss for what to do.

What should we do?

WeChat also popped up at that moment.

Xiao Wu and Xiao Ya were cursing the reporters who wrote nonsense in the group chat, after all, they had seen the love between President Wen and his wife.

Cheng Letian also sent a message.

"When did Shen Zhuangyue hook up with Professor Wen? It was when they were filming at our school, right? No wonder he was targeting you so much!"

Why didn't you reply to me!

As Song Nian'an was typing, a phone call came in.

It was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, is this Mr. Song Nian'an?"

"I am."

"I'm Liu Xiangwan, an agent from Lingyi Studio. Sorry to bother you, but I was there at the last PUBG finals and had the pleasure of seeing you in person. To put it simply, I'd like to sign you as my artist." The person on the other end of the phone laughed.

Song Nian'an was somewhat surprised; entering the entertainment industry was still somewhat appealing to him.

Seeing that Song Nian'an did not respond for a long time, Liu Xiangwan continued, "Why don't you tell me a place and I'll come and talk to you now?"

At four o'clock, the coffee shop was relatively empty on a weekday afternoon.

Song Nian'an found a small outdoor coffee shop that was relatively close to Wen Jing's company and sat down early.

A large awning hung overhead, yet warm yellow light still streamed in, blending into the rich aroma of coffee and his youthful spirit.

"Sorry I'm a little late." The voice came from above, and Song Nian'an looked up to see the young man.

"Hello, I am Liu Xiangwan."

Like his name, he is gentle and mild-mannered, exuding the temperament of a poet or scholar.

"Hello," Song Nian'an replied, then went straight to the point, "What do you want to talk about?"

Wen Jing has to get off work at five o'clock and has to hurry home.

Liu Xiangwan sized him up. He was wearing a large, loose gray tracksuit. To an ordinary person, he would just look like a college student. But Liu Xiangwan, who had been in the entertainment industry for several years, could tell at a glance that the clothes were from a designer limited edition that was not sold on the market.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, live streaming is so profitable!"

"Hi, Mr. Liu." Song Nian'an leaned forward and waved at his face.

Liu Xiangwan finally came to her senses. "My judgment is never wrong. I saw your potential at first glance. Although you're just doing live streaming right now and your results are pretty good, judging from the audience's reactions and my intuition, you're bound to become a hit."

After saying this, Liu Xiangwan was very confident. With such sincerity, even a small-time anchor should be moved.

When Song Nian'an heard the live stream, he thought of his older brother, Kong Blank. He wondered if Kong Blank would be angry if he went back to the office and found him not there.

He frowned, took out his phone, and sure enough, there was a WeChat message from his darling husband.

My dearest husband: Where are you?

Song Nian'an: I'm at the coffee shop next door. I have an appointment to talk to someone. I'll come back to find you in a bit.

My dearest husband: Send me your location.

Song Nian'an obediently sent the location information and put away her phone.

Liu Xiangwan kept her eyes on him, but didn't disturb him from replying to the message.

This polite behavior made Song Nian'an feel respected.

"Sorry, something came up." Song Nian'an put her phone on the table, tossed two sugar cubes into her coffee, and stirred it.

"Can I ask who just contacted you?" Liu Xiangwan was very curious about what made Song Nian'an's eyes light up. Moreover, if she really wanted to sign him, she should at least find out about his social circle. However, no matter how she searched, the only information she could find about Nian and Song Nian'an online was the university's admission announcement, Weibo, and live stream.

It seems someone is deliberately protecting his personal information.

"It's my boss."

Song Nian'an took a deep breath and almost said "husband".

"Yes, that's right, it's my boss."

Liu Xiangwan asked, "Aren't you a student? May I ask which company you work for?"

"Wen...Wen Group." Song Nian'an didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble, so she brought up her husband to save the day.

"Then you are really young and promising. I heard that the Wen Group has very high requirements for interns. Our company also has some film and television works that have cooperated with the Wen Group. It is quite a coincidence that you are someone that both companies value."

It has to be said that Liu Xiangwan is quite the smooth talker, forcing a connection.

Song Nian'an smiled, but she felt good about being around him.

"Thank you for your recognition, but I still want to focus on my studies. Live streaming is just a way to relieve stress. I stream when I feel like it, and there's no pressure. So I'm sorry."

Song Nian'an rejected him.

Liu Xiangwan placed both hands on the table, interlaced her fingers, and said sincerely, "Are you really not going to consider it? The contract I'm signing for you has a signing bonus of eight million, and you'll get fifty percent of the income thereafter."

Song Nian'an's eyes widened in shock, and it took her a few seconds to realize: eight million!

Not making money when you can is the mark of a bastard!