With only three days left until the daily countdown to 100 billion, Qiao Zhaoxing unexpectedly found himself struggling with how to spend money.

"I can't keep throwing money into the stock market. If I do, the China Securities Regulatory Commission will come knocking on my door. This is the first time I've made money and I'm not happy about it."

“Ah Ning has her eye on a few mineral veins overseas, but she has to see them in person before deciding whether to buy them or not. The main problem is that there's a screen between them; even if you dare to buy, they might not dare to…”

Qiao Xia crossed her arms in front of her chest and remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

After Qiao Zhaoxing finally finished venting his grievances, Qiao Xia stood up and said, "Since none of you can afford it, then leave it to me."

Qiao Zhaoxing stood up and asked, somewhat excitedly, "What do you want to do?"

Qiao Xia stretched her shoulders. "The Super Boy Group's variety show is finished recording. Tell them to carry it upstairs quickly. I'll take care of the rest."

In the office building of Xingyao Media, Qiao Xia glanced at the few people in front of her. Several of them, led by Su Jiu, who had previously clamored to quit, all avoided her gaze.

Qiao Xia ignored them and adopted the air of the head of the family, asking, "Tell me, besides the group variety show, what other work have you taken on recently?"

Sun Hao, as the team leader, stepped forward to speak, "We have two groups offering endorsements, and we've also received invitations from the two hottest variety shows right now, but..."

Sun Hao glanced at Mu Xiaozhe and Jiang Xiaomian respectively. "Both variety shows only invited the two of them. They rejected the suggestion that our whole group should appear together. Sister Julie thinks that such a work arrangement is not conducive to unity because we always follow the group route, so she refused."

Qiao Xia frowned slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes. "That's all? Nothing else?"

Sun Hao swallowed hard. "We've also received invitations from various TV stations at the end of the year, but Sister Julie hasn't decided which one to go to yet. Most of the commercial endorsements overlap with ours, so we haven't accepted any new ones..."

After saying that, Sun Hao timidly observed Qiao Xia's expression.

As the true owner of Xingyao Media, Qiao Xia had never been very concerned about their development. Her sudden inquiry into their schedule and expression of dissatisfaction made Sun Hao and the others nervous.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Qiao Xia said, "Don't worry about it. I'll perform on all the year-end stages, and I'll take on all the other jobs."

"Huh?" Everyone's jaws dropped in astonishment.

Qiao Xia raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

Jiang Xiaomian: "No problem."

Mu Xiaozhe: "Yes!"

The two spoke at the same time, and Mu Xiaozhe sneered, "There's a limit to how much you can flatter. All the year-end stages on various TV stations are in different provinces. Do you have the ability to be in two places at once? How can you participate in all of them at the same time?"

Jiang Xiaomian calmly said, "Apart from CCTV, most of the year-end stages on other satellite TV channels are pre-recorded, so we can make it in time."

Qiao Xia nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, "Okay, it's decided then."

Everyone, including Julie, cast resentful glances at Jiang Xiaomian. Jack, who was closer to Qiao Xia, boldly spoke up, "I object. There are less than two weeks left until the year-end performance. There are seven TV stations that have invited them. Even if they have time to rehearse the stage, we won't have time to borrow clothes."

Everyone else nodded like chickens pecking at rice, looking at Qiao Xia expectantly.

Tony Zhang chimed in, "The end of the year is the time to show off. Everyone else is wearing ready-to-wear and haute couture, so they can't lose out as newcomers."

The crowd nodded even more emphatically.

Qiao Xia snapped her fingers. "That's easy. Just buy them any clothes that suit them, and I'll reimburse you. You can collect all the clothes they've worn and make a museum out of it. Then, when it's their 10th anniversary, you can put them out for fans to visit."

"Great idea!" Tony's eyes lit up, then he couldn't help but ask for confirmation, "Can we really buy any clothes?"

“Of course.” Qiao Xia answered without hesitation, “They absolutely cannot play it safe on the red carpet. They have to be as avant-garde as possible, and there’s no limit to the budget for makeup and styling. I want them to attract everyone’s attention the moment they step onto the stage.”

"Where can I find new clothes?" Zeng Manwen, having caught the key phrase, came running after smelling the aroma.

She grabbed Qiao Xia's hand. "I want new clothes too, can you buy me some?"

"Okay," Qiao Xia readily agreed.

Zeng Manwen's comeback has gone more smoothly than she expected. She has already taken on several roles, but most of them are ancient costume dramas with roles such as mothers-in-law, empresses, or matriarchs. Fortunately, she is having a lot of fun.

Taking the opportunity, Qiao Xia made a request, "But there's work that needs to be done?"

Zeng Manwen asked warily, "What kind of job?"

Qiao Xia pointed to the nine people in front of her, "Promote them."

Zeng Manwen agreed, but was still somewhat resentful, "You're being biased. Why don't you let them promote me more?"

"Once your show airs, I'll line up them to promote it," Qiao Xia coaxed Zeng Manwen gently, finally calming her down.

Qiao Xia looked at Sun Hao with particular attention, "There's still one thing missing."

"What?"

Qiao Xia declared firmly, "A masterpiece!"

Sun Hao pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and placed a thick A4 sheet of paper next to Qiao Xia's hand. "These are songs I've written since college. They're more than enough for three albums."

Although Sun Hao's expression remained unchanged, his confidence and pride were evident in his tone. However, Qiao Xia didn't even glance at it before pressing it under the cup.

This made Sun Hao frown in displeasure.

Qiao Xia, displaying the capriciousness of the client, said, "On all the year-end stages, you only need to perform one song. Julie will handle the specific details. The rest of the time, you just need to rehearse well and then promote the song to the best of your ability whenever you have the opportunity to appear in public."

Sun Hao asked, somewhat unconvinced, "What song?"

"You write a song that speaks out for trafficked women."

"I'll write it?" Sun Hao pointed to himself in confusion.

Qiao Xia nodded as a matter of course, "There's not much time left before the performance, and I hope you can write the song within three days."

Everyone looked at him with deep pity.

Sun Hao quickly waved his hand, "President Qiao, songwriting requires inspiration."

Qiao Xia said without giving him a chance to refuse, "Then watch more related documentaries. If that's not enough, I can also send you to experience the deep mountains for a while."

Sun Hao finally witnessed the wickedness of capitalists, but he still felt somewhat unwilling.

Qiao Xia continued to make demands, "You can discard any high-class or elegant requirements you have when creating music. I only have one requirement: it must be catchy and easy to sing. Don't use a mournful style. It should be inspiring and positive. Most importantly, the lyrics must be incisive."

"I bought the recording studio behind the building, and replaced it with a batch of top-of-the-line international equipment. It's worth 500 million yuan. Any more questions?"