The rare meeting of "Promise You a Prosperous Era" made Sheng Huai's Weibo unusually lively. Just as mentioned before, their Brother Huai has been stuck in the film crew. Now that filming has wrapped up, he is like a bird released from its cage—never to return!

Sheng Huai's Weibo post not only has his fans, but also quite a few patrons.

It's frustrating to think about. Xu Meiren is indeed "working," but his "working" is different from others. Most people would understand it as posting a selfie or something, but not him. It's either flowers, grass, or the sky and the sea—they want to see your face! Your face! Understand?!

Xu Meiren says, "I don't understand! Thank you, I don't like taking selfies!"

Fortunately, Sheng Huai took a photo, a solo shot of Xu Meiren, sitting right across from him, with a piece of luncheon meat on her chopsticks, which looked very appetizing.

[Foodie! It's locked! (I melted down the key)]

[Can't my fellow golfers have their names mentioned?!]

[So, I... might as well be a fellow food enthusiast and get to know you?]

[A treat for hand fetishists!]

[By the way, has Brother Huai's lettuce grown yet? I haven't seen him post any photos. This is unusual!]

[The person upstairs is probably a fake fan. There's only one reason the kid hasn't posted photos—he hasn't grown them!]

[That makes so much sense, I can't even refute it...]

[Because it's the truth~]

When Sheng Huai saw this, he was quite unhappy. He had clearly grown them! It's just that he ate them all.

Sheng Huai V:

/I'm not happy, you're a fake fan! I grew it! I just ate it all! Don't believe me? Ask him @徐骞/@淮淮的小可爱: The person upstairs is a fake fan, there's only one reason why the kid didn't post a photo—he didn't grow it!

After posting on Weibo, Sheng Huai immediately called out to Xu Qian across from him, "Look at Weibo! Reply to me quickly!"

"...??" Xu Qian was about to put the beef into his mouth.

Sheng Huai looked at Xu Qian with a sincere expression and said, "Weibo."

"..." Xu Qian put down his chopsticks, opened Weibo, saw the post Sheng Huai had just made, replied with an "Mm", and then continued eating, "Okay."

If I had to describe Sheng Huai's current state in words, it would probably be something like, "I think I might be shipping my best friend and me."

The celebrities themselves are driving the CP (couple pairing) trend, who else can do that?! Nobody!

Regardless of what others think, the CP fans and Sheng Huai, one of the main characters, are happy. Now that he thinks about it carefully, friendship is still the best. To hell with love! It's all fake! False! It doesn't exist!

"Huh? What's going on? Did you break up with your boyfriend?" Xu Qian heard Sheng Huai's mutterings. He vaguely remembered that about a week ago, Sheng Huai said that he had a girlfriend and wouldn't be going out to play pool for the time being.

The thought of that incident made Sheng Huai angry. He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table. "Heh, I... I'm telling you, I was cheated on? Me? Who am I? Sheng Huai?"

Xu Qian blinked, and for some reason, he heard a hint of bitterness in Sheng Huai's tone. It seemed that being cuckolded didn't discriminate based on status or identity; those destined to be cuckolded would still be cuckolded.

"What exactly happened? You didn't tell me." Xu Qian wiped his mouth and asked him.

Sheng Huai sighed, "It's nothing. Looking back now, I think I might have gone crazy. I fell for her for no reason and almost went public with her. I don't know if I took the wrong medicine."

Xu Qian didn't feel anything at first. Although he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. Isn't love a mysterious thing? When you love, you can give up everything. When you don't love, you just don't love anymore.

Sheng Huai suddenly thought of something and was about to speak, but he paused for a second and then held back.

Xu Qian noticed this detail and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Sheng Huai paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know either. It's just that after I told you, the more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed..."

"What's strange?"

"I can't really explain it, it's just... never mind, I've been having terrible luck lately, what's past is past, I don't want to think about it anymore." Sheng Huai hesitated for a while, then remembered something else, "Oh right, could you wrap me another medicated pack? The old one has lost its smell."

Xu Qian raised an eyebrow. "It's lost its smell? You always carry it with you?" That was his specially made medicine packet. How could it lose its smell? Unless... it came into contact with something unclean.

Sheng Huai chuckled sheepishly, "Yeah, I can't sleep well without it, that's why I came to find you again." As he spoke, Sheng Huai took out the old sachet from before and handed it to Xu Qian.

Xu Qian pinched the spices inside, smelled them, and confirmed that they were gone. He casually asked, "When did it start to lose its flavor?"

Sheng Huai quickly answered, "Last Saturday."

"Oh," Xu Qian asked again, "have you been filming on set recently?"

Sheng Huai said, "No, not really. I participated in two variety shows and an interview a while ago."

“…Oh,” Xu Qian thought, “that’s a bit too broad a scope. Come to my house later, and I’ll make one for you right now. You can take it with you.”

"Yes!" Sheng Huai couldn't have been happier.

After dinner, the two drove to Xu Qian's house. Sheng Huai sat in the living room, drinking the black tea that Xu Qian had just poured for him. After a while, Xu Qian came out with a brocade pouch. It was off-white and embroidered with very delicate patterns.

Sheng Huai took the phone and smelled it; it was still that familiar scent. He couldn't help but smile at Xu Qian, "Thanks! I'll treat you to dinner again next time."

Xu Qian raised an eyebrow and joked with him, "It's not like you're going to refuse to treat me to dinner if I don't give it to you."

“That won’t do!” Sheng Huai agreed readily.

Xu Qian smiled and didn't refute him, then told him to wait a little longer, "There's one more thing, take it with you too."

Sheng Huai stopped in his tracks and watched Xu Qian walk towards the balcony and bring over a potted plant of unknown origin.

"Take this one with you. It's very easy to take care of. Just water it a little and you can put it in your bedroom," Xu Qian said to him.

"Really? Can it bloom?" Sheng Huai's focus seemed a bit off.

"Sure, if you can take good care of it." Xu Qian nodded readily.

"Okay, I'll take it with me." Sheng Huai didn't think too much about it and took the flowerpot from his hands.

Xu Qian saw Sheng Huai downstairs, and only went back upstairs after seeing his car drive away.

the next day

Yan Lang returned to work and became that energetic and handsome young man again.

Xu Qian didn't have much to do today. After sleeping in until he naturally woke up, he sent the orders that had accumulated over this period to Bai Jianfeng, asking him to ship them out one by one according to the list. As for the orders for Zhao Wenkang, he went downstairs to send them by express and then went to the supermarket.

Until 1 p.m., I only had one thing to do today: go to the company to discuss a cooperation. There was nothing else. So, I just grabbed a shirt and jeans and went out.

Yan Lang, who came to pick him up, looked particularly excited. It was clear that he really liked the job and enjoyed this way of working.

The two drove to the company and went to the office with ease. The person from Guangyi Music was already there; she was a woman in her early thirties, dressed in a very avant-garde style.

"Hello, I am Xu Qian. May I ask your surname?"

"Hello Mr. Xu, my surname is Lin."

"Miss Lin."

The two shook hands and greeted each other in a friendly manner. Before Xu Qian could even sit down, he saw that the other person's favorability towards him had jumped to one hundred.

His eye twitched, but he didn't respond; he felt his swelling getting a little too fast.

Xiaomai handed the prepared documents to the two of them. Although Guangyi had found Xu Qian herself, the necessary procedures still had to be followed.

The newcomer that Guangyi is going to promote is called Fannie, which is her stage name. It's quite mysterious, as she hasn't debuted yet. The music video that Xu Qian is going to shoot is her debut song. Don't be fooled by her Western-style stage name; her album is entirely in the Chinese style.

It was for this reason that they found Xu Qian to be the most suitable in terms of appearance.

Guangyi is a very famous music company in China. It has maintained a very good reputation and word-of-mouth since the last century, and has produced many well-known singers.

The contract was reviewed by Yimi Sunshine before being given to Xu Qian, and it was only given to him after it was deemed to be in good condition. Usually, the contract given to the artist was already finalized, and his signature was just a formality.

Unlike Fengtang, which signs a contract first and then slowly develops a plan, Guangyi directly lays out the design plan on the table before discussing cooperation. As long as Xu Qian signs, their follow-up will be carried out quickly, which is very much in line with the production of a mature company—everything is based on quality and efficiency.

"It's a pleasure to do business with you, Mr. Xu." Ms. Lin extended her hand first, with a sweet and friendly smile.

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Xu Qian hesitated for a second before taking her hand. In just a short while, her favorability towards him had almost exceeded 200, which was an unsafe threshold. He suddenly felt a little scared because he had no idea what was going on.

Fortunately, the other party's attitude was not ambiguous. On the contrary, they simply said goodbye in a businesslike manner. If it weren't for the fact that the data couldn't be faked, he would have doubted whether he was overthinking things.

After signing the contract, Xu Qian and Yan Lang did not leave the company immediately, because Xu Qian was called to Xiang Feifei's office again. It was rare to see the usually busy Xiang Feifei in person at the company.

"Hey, you're here. Come on in and have a seat." Xiang Feifei stood by the window, holding a tablet in her hand, as if she was looking at something.

Good afternoon, Miss Xiang.

"Okay, okay," Xiang Feifei pulled out a chair and sat down, her eyes crinkling into slits. "I called you to tell you some good news. Sanjiang TV is interested in inviting you to be a regular guest on the next season of 'I Am Sherlock Holmes.' What do you think?"

Xu Qian was taken aback. "Regular guest?"

“Yes,” Xiang Feifei said, resting her chin on her hand. She was surprised when she first heard it, but since Yao Jing told her herself, she had to believe it. “Teacher Yao likes you a lot. This is a great opportunity, so don’t miss it.”

Xu Qian thought for a moment, then asked her, "Can I ask how that program is recorded? What are the times and arrangements, etc."

Although Xiang Feifei found it a bit strange, she still told him everything, "As for the schedule, if there are no changes, it should be one recording every two weeks, two episodes each time. What? Are you short on time?"

Xu Qian shook his head, saying he wasn't nervous at all; this frequency was within his acceptable range. He then asked, "Is it for the next season?"

Xiang Feifei nodded, "Yes, the next season will start in February next year."

Upon hearing that it was for next year, Xu Qian thought there wouldn't be any problem and said, "Okay."

Xiang Feifei then smiled, "Then I'll help you reply to Teacher Yao and say that you agreed."

"Thank you, Miss Xiang."

"You're welcome. Okay, go ahead and do what you need to do. The production team will contact you in a while. It'll just be a formality."

"Okay, then I'll be going now."

"Uh-huh."

As soon as they came out of the office, Yan Lang asked about the situation inside. Xu Qian didn't hide anything from him and told him about the regular guest.

"This is great! It has a very stable exposure rate." Yan Lang already had a picture in his mind, and was even thinking about what would happen next.

Xu Qian pointed out, "He's only a guest for one season."

"Even one season is good, that's three whole months of viewership. If we count four weeks in a month, that's four episodes, so that's 12 episodes in total!"

Xu Qian chuckled and said to him, "Are you that happy?"

"I'm so happy! Of course I'm happy that you're becoming famous, Brother Xu! You're my first artist!"

Xu Qian casually replied, "Yeah, you're also my first 'agent'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Lang suddenly stopped, staring blankly at him, his eyes red, looking like he was about to cry.

"Why that expression?" Xu Qian was immediately taken aback. What was going on?

“Brother Xu,” Yan Lang sniffed, “even if you get a new manager in the future, I’ll still be your assistant.”

"Silly boy!" Xu Qian tapped his forehead. "Wouldn't it be better to be my manager? Why do you have to be my assistant?"

"It's good, but..." Yan Lang, who was always very confident, suddenly became a little insecure. Artists grow up too fast, but he seemed to be standing still.

"Don't overthink it, you're a great agent." Xu Qian smiled at him, his eyes sincere.

Yan Lang wanted to cry even more, but he held it back because Xu Qian was staring intently into his eyes, giving him no chance to show weakness.

"Let's go, let's go home and catch up on some sleep..."