Central Plains.
After hanging up with their eldest daughter, Gao Ruoyun and Zhong Ping looked at each other, the former nudging the latter and asking, "When are we going to Shanghai?"
Zhong Ping shrugged, adopting a nonchalant attitude: "It's your decision, I don't care."
"You're in charge, so you decide."
"When you're making decisions about big and small things at home, why don't you say I'm the head of the household?" Zhong Ping snorted.
He knew that his wife wasn't as outgoing as he thought, and that she was a little nervous and reserved when meeting her in-laws.
The main problem is that Chu's mother's naive attitude puts too much pressure on her.
"How about this weekend?"
Gao Ruoyun pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Zhong Ping stood up and went outside to watch people play cards, while Gao Ruoyun pondered what to bring.
... ...
studio.
Zhong Tingyue stood at the window, looking down at the bustling crowd below. The sun shone on her, highlighting her graceful figure.
Her eyes seemed to hold the stars, her eyelashes curved in an arc, and as if lost in thought, she slowly came back to her senses and sighed, "You seem a little nervous?"
She rarely experienced such emotions in her life; even during the college entrance examination and graduation, she remained calm and composed. But today, her heart was stirred.
At this moment, her mind was like an old movie, flashing through scenes of her meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love with Chu Fang, and continuing to this very moment.
She quickly composed herself and then received a message from her mother that she had decided to come to Shanghai for the weekend. She then informed Chu Fang of the news.
... ...
Chu Fang received the news and told his mother that he planned to go to Shanghai for the weekend. His mother responded with an "okay" gesture.
The two families quickly reached an agreement.
"Oh, I slept so well." Yang Meina walked out of the room wearing Zhong Tingyue's pajamas, stretching and looking sleepy. Noticing Chu Fang's gaze, she glared at him and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before? I'll gouge your eyes out if you're not careful."
Chu Fang: "..."
Be careful, or you might end up unmarried...
Yang Meina quickly washed up, then took a steamed bun and threw it into the air. The little yellow-haired boy caught the bun at lightning speed, swallowed it in one gulp, and wagged his tail at her. Yang Meina stroked her head and said, "My goodness, you're so cute."
Chu Fang: "..."
Yang Meina loves this Chinese rural dog and often calls it "Guai Guai". Every time he hears the word "Guai Guai", he thinks of how his mother calls him.
Chu Fang corrected him, saying, "He has a name, he's called Little Yellow Hair."
"I can call you whatever I want, it's none of your business."
Who can care about you...?
While eating breakfast, Yang Meina asked, "By the way, was Chang Shen drunk yesterday?"
"No, I'm perfectly sober," Chu Fang replied. "To test my body and enter that ethereal world, Chang Shen drank a lot of alcohol; he has a high tolerance for it."
Yang Meina rolled her eyes: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Needless to say, she could roughly understand the ins and outs, and it was definitely another of Chang Shen's extremely boring actions, which was very much in line with his character.
After having breakfast and getting dressed, Yang Meina prepared to leave, as she had a live broadcast scheduled for the afternoon.
Yang Meina works very hard, broadcasting for at least eight hours every day, from 2 pm to 6 pm and from 8 pm to midnight.
Although it appears to be an eight-hour workday, the level of hardship it entails far exceeds that of white-collar workers and office workers.
Just as she was about to leave, someone called her. After the call, her brows furrowed, forming a deep frown, and she was filled with sorrow.
Seeing this, Chu Fang asked, "What's wrong?"
Yang Meina said, word by word, "My company has been deregistered?!"
"Huh?" Chu Fang stretched his neck.
What happened?
"Don't sit there, drive me to the company right away."
Yang Meina quickly regained her senses and called out to Chu Fang. Knowing the seriousness of the situation, Chu Fang grabbed his car keys and headed outside. He went down to the parking lot and drove to Yang Meina's company.
On the way, Yang Meina was busy making phone calls, asking acquaintances about the company. Chu Fang listened for a few minutes and learned only bits and pieces of information.
Yang Meina is a live streamer who signed with an MCN company. However, the company has not paid her salary for several months, citing large investments and slow returns.
Today, she suddenly received news that the MCN company she had signed with had been deregistered.
The employment contract she signed with the company was invalid.
Yang Meina turned to Fang Chufang and asked, "You're the boss, what do you think?"
"Hmm..." He stroked his chin, thinking, "My company wasn't deregistered, how would I know?"
"What use are you?"
“... ..."
They arrived at Yang Meina's company, mcN, shortly after, and heard a commotion before they even went inside.
Upon entering the company, I saw a group of smartly dressed women, who had lost their usual elegance, surrounding two middle-aged men in suits, vying to speak to each other.
"How could the company be deregistered? It was doing so well."
"Exactly, I don't care whether the company is dissolved or not, but what about the several months of wages you owe us?"
“... ..."
One of the balding middle-aged men spoke up, saying, "It's true that the company was deregistered due to poor management. Because of the poor management, the company account had no funds, and we couldn't pay salaries. We can only apologize for that."
"Who wants your apology?! You're so hypocritical! We want money, our hard-earned money!" Yang Meina pushed her way in and shouted, "That's our hard-earned money! You think an apology is enough to settle things?"
"That's right, that's right."
"Is it because you don't want to pay wages and have run away with the money?"
"If you don't get paid today, none of you are leaving."
"Yes, otherwise we'll call the police."
“... ..."
Another man with scars on his face frowned and said, "The company is doing poorly and has no money. How are you going to pay our salaries? We don't want to see this happen either. If you don't let us leave, we'll call the police to report you for violating my personal safety."
When the scarred man threatened to call the police, the group of glamorous anchors were furious, their teeth practically grinding to powder. But being ordinary people with little experience dealing with the police, they were naturally afraid and dared not speak up.
Yang Meina didn't care about any of that and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Call the police if you want! Who's afraid of who? You think you're right to withhold our wages? I don't believe it!"
The bald man explained, "We are just nominal shareholders. There are other actual shareholders in the company. All the funds and power are in his hands. If you want to find someone responsible, go find him."
“We’re just livestreamers under the company, how would we know about the personnel changes at the top? Anyway, you two are the bosses, so you should be the ones paying our salaries,” Yang Meina said.
"Yes, we only recognize the two of you."
"Either you get paid, or you can forget about leaving."
“... ..."
The scarred man said, "Go ahead and apply for labor arbitration. Let's see if the law will help you, you bunch of legal illiterates!"
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