"Hello, is this Mr. Xiao Xin?" A polite male voice came from the phone.

Xiao Xin: "Yes, that's me. And who are you?"

The other party got straight to the point: "Oh, it's like this, I'm the HR manager at Xufeng Entertainment, you can call me Xiao Jiang. We saw a resume you submitted before, it was for an interview related to music production, right?"

Xiao Xin recalled that he had indeed submitted a lot of resumes a month ago, but most of them disappeared without a trace, and no one called him. He also forgot when he submitted the application to the entertainment company that called him.

Xiao Xin replied directly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, this happened so long ago that I don't remember it very clearly..."

Jiang Yue said, "It's alright, Mr. Xiao. We came to you because we saw your viral video online. We'd like to discuss a collaboration with you. Would it be convenient for us to meet in person?"

Xiao Xin thought for a moment and replied, "Okay, send me the time and address."

He had interviewed with many large companies before, but was rejected by them all. After entering the workforce, he realized that there were far more people than him who were more outstanding, and most of those who were hired had both connections and abilities.

He was naturally outshone.

Xiao Xin checked on his phone and found that Xufeng Entertainment was also an internationally renowned entertainment company.

He never imagined that he would be noticed by a big company because of a video.

Xiao Xin found her own video on A University's video account and discovered that it had already surpassed five million likes, while Fu Yan's video had surpassed twenty million likes.

Xiao Xin didn't think much of it, got up, changed her clothes, grabbed her phone, and prepared to go out.

This opportunity might allow him to pay 300 million yuan in breach of contract fees, and he wouldn't let his relationship with Fu Yan be tarnished for the sake of money.

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When Xiao Xin arrived at the agreed location, he saw a young man wearing square black-rimmed glasses waiting for him in the seat.

He approached and extended a hand to the man: "Hello, are you Mr. Jiang?"

When Jiang Yue saw Xiao Xin, his eyes, hidden behind his thick black-rimmed glasses, suddenly lit up.

He stood up and shook Xiao Xin's hand in return: "Hello, hello, Mr. Xiao, I've heard so much about you!"

"That's an exaggeration."

Xiao Xin smiled politely at him and, without any hesitation, pulled out a chair and said, "Please sit down too."

Jiang Yue rubbed his hands excitedly and asked him, "Mr. Xiao, are you still interested in cooperating with our company? You can choose to compose music, write lyrics, or be a singer."

Xiao Xin understood Xufeng Entertainment's business model well; a hit song could earn anywhere from tens of millions to hundreds of millions of yuan.

Xiao Xin didn't beat around the bush and directly extended his hand to him: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Jiang Yue paused for a second, then grasped his hand in return: "Mr. Xiao, does this mean you've agreed to join our company?"

Xiao Xin nodded and smiled: "Yes."

The cooperation talks went too smoothly, and Xiao Xin went back to the company with Jiang Yue that afternoon to sign the contract. They also took a tour of the company and discovered that it had quite a wide range of business interests.

In addition to signing artists, they are also involved in the live streaming industry.

Along the way, Xiao Xin encountered several celebrities and internet influencers, all of whom were very good-looking.

But Xiao Xin didn't seem very surprised. He wasn't a fan of celebrities or obsessed with looks, so whether someone was good-looking or not was none of his business.

After touring the company, Jiang Yue took him to the music composition department.

There were many people inside, all busy with their own work, and no one paid any attention to the two of them.

Xiao Xin was happy to be free and went into the instrumental music room to take a look.

There are many types of musical instruments, and Xiao Xin has played most of them, but he is not very proficient in any of them. His main goal is to play a wide variety of instruments.

A man, who looked about the same age as Xiao Xin, was sitting in the instrumental room.

The man, sporting an unconventional mullet hairstyle and wearing a black leather jacket, was strumming his guitar when Xiao Xin suddenly interrupted him, giving him an annoyed look.

Xiao Xin gave an apologetic smile: "Sorry to bother you."

As he spoke, he turned to close the door.

Mo Xuan immediately called out to him, "Stop!"

Xiao Xin paused, looking at him with interest. Was this guy trying to cause trouble?

Mo Xuan walked up to him, arrogantly extending one hand: "Hello, you must be Xiao Xin, my name is Mo Xuan, shall we get to know each other?"

As soon as he spoke, Xiao Xin caught a glimpse of the silver lip piercing in his mouth.

He figured that's just how musicians are, so he didn't mind and shook his hand.

Once he grasped her hand, Mo Xuan wouldn't let go.

He grabbed Xiao Xin's hand, leaned down and pinned him against the door: "Xiao Xin, you're very famous. I'm very interested in you. Want to add each other on WeChat?"

Xiao Xin smiled faintly: "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Mo Xuan glanced at his neck, and the ambiguous marks were clearly visible.

He couldn't help but chuckle: "Pfft, you really dated that young master of the Fu family?"

Mo Xuan's tone and behavior were too frivolous, and Xiao Xin felt an instinctive repulsion for a moment. He pushed Mo Xuan away, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Do you know Fu Yan?"

Mo Xuan stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his lips. "I know him, we're pretty close. His wolfhound killed my Yorkshire Terrier, and I haven't settled the score with him yet."

Xiao Xin took a step back and glared at him coldly: "What does that have to do with me?"

Mo Xuan looked him up and down, seeing his serious expression: "You look so fair and delicate. You dare to talk to Fu Yan? Aren't you afraid he'll unleash his wolves to bite you?"

Xiao Xin felt uncomfortable from his barbed words. He turned to leave, but his arm was grabbed.

Mo Xuan pulled him aside, his voice softening slightly: "I heard you're coming to our company. I'm just trying to advise you as a colleague. You'd be better off talking to me than that madman."

Xiao Xin looked at him coldly: "Let go."

Mo Xuan released him, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, tilted his head and pursed his lips: "Fine, I've said all the right things, believe it or not, just don't end up crying from being bullied."

Xiao Xin rolled her eyes at him, giving him a "none of your business" look.

Once outside, he didn't dwell on what the man had said, but instead focused on getting home quickly so he could see Fu Yan soon.

After all, he's going to start work tomorrow, and he might not have much time to spend with Fu Yan when he gets busy.

Because he wanted to earn the money to pay off the breach of contract penalty as soon as possible...

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When Xiao Xin got home, it was already 7 p.m. and completely dark.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the aroma of food.

Hearing the door open, Fu Yan knew it was Xiao Xin even before leaving the kitchen. He shouted, "Brother—"

Xiao Xin closed the door, walked into the kitchen, and hugged Fu Yan, who was still cooking, from behind.

Fu Yan was taken aback, turned off the stove, and turned around to hug Xiao Xin: "What's wrong, brother?"

Xiao Xin hugged him and rubbed against his chest: "It's nothing, I just missed you."

Fu Yan's lips curled into a smile: "Brother, would you like to do it tonight?"

Xiao Xin looked up and glared at him, then poked his forehead with her finger: "Is that all you can think about?"

"Yes, I have……"

Fu Yan smiled, took his hand, and kissed his fingertips: "Besides this, all I can think about is you, brother."