Chapter 48 Difficulties

"......"

The restroom was quiet for a while.

Lin Baiyue eagerly awaited Cheng Jia's reply.

"You," Cheng Jia didn't know how she felt at that moment, but she understood what Lin Baiyue meant, "You want to pursue him in exchange for resources?"

This plan seems familiar.

Five years ago, he calculated the time for Qing porcelain in the same way.

Should we say that the Qing dynasty porcelain was unlucky or deserved it?

The first thing people around him always think about is his money.

It's because he's too rich.

Lin Baiyue affirmed, "Yes, and he bullied you so much, don't you want to get revenge? I understand you're afraid that if your plan is exposed, he will retaliate. So, you just need to provide a ladder, and I'll do the rest myself. Whether it succeeds or not, I will remember your great kindness."

"But I..." Cheng Jia's refusal was on the tip of her tongue.

Lin Baiyue grabbed Cheng Jia's wrists with both hands, turned her knees and knelt down directly before Cheng Jia!

He was kneeling with his knees on the ground, wearing light gray casual pants.

He knelt down at Cheng Jia's feet.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Jia was startled and quickly went to help him up.

That can't be right.

But Lin Baiyue's eyes reddened as she insisted on kneeling and pleaded in a low voice, "...Brother, I really need this opportunity, I beg you."

"Brother, I have to debut and become popular again."

"I have my reasons."

"......"

Lin Baiyue's image has always been gentle and kind.

But now, with bloodshot eyes, he knelt beside Cheng Jia's legs, pleading like a desperate gambler, his face full of helplessness.

He begged Cheng Jia to give him a chance to rise to the top.

He said he had his reasons.

"What's wrong with you that you need money?" Cheng Jia sensed something was amiss and tried to clarify. "What kind of predicament are you talking about? You can't be lying to me, can you? You really don't just want to be a big star?"

I'd heard long ago that the entertainment industry is crazy.

In order to obtain resources, everyone will stop at nothing.

What kind of magic does that place possess?

That's terrifying.

Lin Baiyue was both anxious and helpless: "I have something to do in this industry, but I can't tell you my reasons yet. Brother, please trust me this once, okay? I really didn't do it for the money."

If all Lin Baiyue wanted to do was make money, given his looks and his willingness to go to such lengths...

He had already made a fortune.

It's really not worth kneeling down to Cheng Jia in the toilet.

He has something to take care of.

“…No,” Cheng Jia frowned, still deciding to refuse, “I can’t help you with this kind of thing, I won’t cooperate with you.”

He didn't want to partner with anyone to scheme against that person anymore.

Regardless of the reasons or causes.

He didn't want to.

"......"

Lin Baiyue's eyes reddened even more.

The two hands that were gripping Cheng Jia's wrists slowly loosened.

Pain welled up in his eyes, and he lowered his head, muttering, "I want resources, I want someone to support me. Mr. Shi is very rich; he can help me, and so can you..."

"Don't be like this, get up first." Cheng Jia forcefully pulled Lin Baiyue up and made the distraught person sit next to him.

Just like their old ways of doing things.

Cheng Jia refused to cooperate with Lin Baiyue, but couldn't bear to do so and offered him directions.

"You just want Mr. Shi to invest in you and help you release an album so you can ride on Shengjing's coattails to re-enter the industry, right? You don't need to bother chasing him, because the chances of him falling for it are slim. Why not treat this as a project and talk to him about it? It's not impossible."

It's at least a better chance of succeeding than trying to deceive Shi Qingci into a romantic relationship.

Once bitten by a snake, twice shy.

It's hard to be fooled a second time when it comes to Qing dynasty porcelain.

"...Really?" Lin Baiyue's original thought was to climb into someone's bed.

Because climbing into someone's bed is the simplest way to exchange power for sex, and it's also the easiest way to get what you want.

Lin Baiyue: "But I'm not familiar with him. He didn't receive the audio I sent. He doesn't listen to it and he won't pay attention to me."

I'm still feeling hopeless.

Cheng Jia hardened her heart: "...Just now, didn't you talk to him about making soup? Just approach him normally, make him soup, and get to know him first."

I didn't eavesdrop on Lin Baiyue and Shi Qingci's conversation.

The table itself is only that big.

It's normal to hear that.

"How can I become a familiar face? I almost never see him." Lin Baiyue said dejectedly.

Their only two interactions were for late-night snacks.

When will we have a late-night snack again?

Cheng Jia hesitated: "It's not like there's no other way. I'll go to his villa to do housework tomorrow afternoon. Or you can bring the soup you've made with you and come with me? Just say you're helping me with the chores."

This is also beneficial for Cheng Jia.

What if that person asks him to organize another mountain of items?

Lin Baiyue can really help him with that.

Finish early so you can leave early.

"Will it work?" Lin Baiyue's eyes lit up. "If I go to his door without being invited, will he let me in?"

Cheng Jia wasn't sure either: "Why don't you give it a try? You don't have any other choice."

"Thank you, Brother Jia, thank you!" Lin Baiyue was excited and happy, and hugged Cheng Jia tightly with a bright smile, like a happy little puppy.

Cheng Jia felt a sudden tightness as the person in front of her grabbed her neck, and instinctively pushed him away.

"Hey, stop hugging me. Don't you mind that I'm dirty since I haven't changed my clothes?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Baiyue thought Cheng Jia was a very good person, genuinely. "I'll take care of all your clothes, I'll wash them for you, hand-wash them, and I won't mind even if you wet your pants. I have a lot of experience taking care of Grandma."

His grandmother suffers from Alzheimer's disease and often wets her pants.

After a night of silence, Cheng Jia finally smiled and said, "Thank you!"

"Let's go eat." Lin Baiyue pulled Cheng Jia up.

Life is hard.

Luckily, I have someone to keep me company.

"......"

When I got back, Shi Qingci was no longer at the dinner table.

Zhou Minghe was casually gnawing on ribs: "Oh, President Shi said he was tired and went back to sleep, and told you not to forget to go to his villa tomorrow. I mean, Cheng Jia..."

Cheng Jia and Lin Baiyue sat down and began to eat, feeling much more relaxed.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Jia ladled out another bowl of hot soup.

Boss Zhou offered some advice from an entrepreneur's perspective: "Sometimes you're still too young and can't let go of your pride. Right now, there's no one else around to say anything to you. Just now, about peeling shrimp, if you were even a little bit clever, you would have just gone along with what he said and made him happy. Would you have lost something? Instead, you lost your temper right there. How can you maintain customers like that?"

"Remember why you come out to work? It's all for this."

Zhou Minghe raised his hand and rubbed his fingers together.

He knew Cheng Jia was short of money: "Does face matter? Is your future more important than your face? Before my dad became rich, he was a lackey. He would even kneel down and shine shoes for the boss in the street. What kind of character is that? When you're out in the game, you have to be able to bend and stretch. Right now you're a snake. If you keep your head down and be obedient, who knows, you might turn into a dragon in a couple of years."

This is helping Cheng Jia make money.

As long as his father can sign the contract with Shi Qingci.

Giving Cheng Jia a seven-figure bonus is nothing.

"..." Cheng Jia lowered his head and ate.

Lin Baiyue listened with great interest: "Boss, you're right."

Being able to be flexible and adaptable is very important.

That's it!

“Look at Xiao Lin, I only realized today that Xiao Lin is much smarter than you,” Zhou Minghe said, waving his hand as his opinion of the young singer changed. “Alright, Cheng Jia, I know what you’re thinking.”

Cheng Jia was eating fish head rice porridge: "?"

He didn't even know what he was thinking.

Does Boss Zhou know?

"What are you glaring at?" Zhou Minghe said, glancing sideways at Cheng Jia. "It's just an old classmate reunion. You only realize after entering society that others are standing at the top of the pyramid while you're still crawling in the sand at the bottom. What's there to be so sour about? What are you resentful about? Some things are just what you're born with. Different people have different fates. You have to face reality."

He thought Cheng Jia was jealous of Qingci's wealth.

Therefore, he refused to act subservient to President Shi.

They couldn't bear to lose face.

"......"

Cheng Jia sighed helplessly, "No, he stood on the pyramid when he was in school... Fine, think what you want." The boss has the final say.

He buried his head in his food, too lazy to explain anymore.

Occasionally, she would make a couple of "uh-huh" sounds.

"I'm warning you, just stop being so sour! From now on, when you see the God of Wealth, learn from Xiao Lin," Zhou Minghe tends to ramble after a few drinks, "You're half-dead from drinking and only earn 20,000, while Xiao Lin makes 50,000 singing a couple of lines, and you still don't know why?"

Cheng Jia couldn't stand this Tang Monk anymore: "I know, I'll go to his door tomorrow and be his dog."

Another day of swallowing my anger.

"That's right, your good fortune is yet to come." Boss Zhou nodded in satisfaction.

Look towards money, aim for big profits.

This is what working people should be thinking about.

"......"

"......"

Go home and sleep.

*

the next day.

Cheng Jia was awakened by the fragrance just past noon.

Lin Baiyue, wearing a loose white T-shirt and an apron, was busy in the kitchen.

He wants to win over the God of Wealth through food.

"Jia-ge, you're awake! Come and try this, is it good? You and Mr. Shi are classmates, you should know his taste..." Lin Baiyue turned to speak towards the kitchen door, then suddenly yelled, "—Can't you put on some pants?!"

Cheng Jia, still half-asleep, asked, "Huh? I'm not wearing any?"