Chapter 47, a product that irresistible young girls would love.
Old Master Yan is a businessman who has always prioritized profit.
There is a saying in Capital that goes, “Capital becomes bold when there is a suitable profit.”
With a 10% profit, it will be used everywhere; with a 20% profit, it becomes active; with a 50% profit, it will take risks; for a 100% profit, it will dare to trample on all human laws; with a 300% profit, it will dare to commit any crime, even risking the gallows...
What he needs to do now is to make the old man see enough profit so that he will temporarily ignore his affair with Wen Hanyun.
The rest, the answer will prove everything.
In the study, the old man stood by the window, watching Yansheng's car disappear into the distance.
"Help me check the information of the people around him recently, the more detailed the better."
Meanwhile, Yan Chengyuan sat in Yan Mingchong's car, his face gloomy.
"Brother, are we just going to let it go like this?" he asked unwillingly.
"Forget it?" Yan Mingchong smiled. "How could that be?"
"The old man is still testing him. If he makes even the slightest mistake in the cooperation, we can use that as an excuse to... "
Where is that woman?
“That woman,” Yan Mingchong lowered his head and pushed up his glasses, a glint of light precisely concealing the sinister look in his eyes, “Since Yan Sheng cares about him so much, then it’s even easier to handle. I don’t believe she’s some kind of high-minded person who could remain chaste for Yan Sheng.”
Yan Chengyuan felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason, and he unconsciously rubbed his arms.
"Big brother is right. We will do anything to bring him down."
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To help Wen Hanyun adapt to the team as quickly as possible, Yu Zhimu accepted a livehouse performance invitation, which was their first time performing together on the same stage.
Because of the addition of new members, the group spent half a week re-working together, making changes one by one from the arrangement details to the stage coordination. The performance was scheduled for Saturday night.
Posters were plastered all over bulletin boards and social media platforms a week in advance, and thanks to the popularity the band members had accumulated in the industry, pre-sale tickets sold out early.
The venue was packed to capacity on the night of the performance.
After several songs, the venue reached a series of climaxes, with the enthusiasm of the audience almost lifting the roof off, and applause and whistles rising and falling.
The performance was more successful than expected. After the show, many audience members blocked the exit for autographs. The group had to dodge and weave through the crowd to finally get back to the backstage to rest.
The backstage space wasn't large, with a few musical instruments and miscellaneous items piled up. Liu Changye was looking at his phone, saying, "I just checked, and quite a few audience recordings have already been posted online."
"Everyone says our live performance is even better than the studio recording, and we expect bookings for next week's show to double."
Bai Ge drank some mineral water and handed Wen Hanyun a bottle as well: "Sister, you're amazing! Your performance on stage was fantastic. I saw a lot of people recording you."
"You have to sign a lot of autographs for me first. If you become famous and abandon us later, I can still make a fortune by selling your autographs."
Yu Zhimu rolled his eyes dramatically. "Xiaobai, where's your integrity?"
"It's all thanks to everyone's good teamwork," Wen Hanyun smiled shyly, took the water and put it on the table. "I'm going to the restroom, we'll talk later."
"It's downstairs. Just take the elevator down. Don't go to the wrong place," Yu Zhimu instructed.
bite--
The elevator reached the first floor, and as soon as Wen Hanyun stepped out, she saw a man in a long trench coat pacing back and forth in the corridor, seemingly making a phone call.
Without thinking much, she was about to walk around when the man hung up the phone and turned around. When their eyes met, he paused.
Wen Hanyun was also taken aback.
It was actually Yan Mingchong.
She had seen him once from afar at Yansheng's house last time.
My impression of him is that of a bespectacled, humorous, middle-aged man who is financially well-off, good-looking, and, as the eldest son of the Yansheng family, naturally holds a special status. Putting everything else aside, he's the type that many women, especially young girls who are easily tempted, would likely like.
Yan Mingchong clearly recognized her as well, and his face immediately showed just the right amount of surprise. His voice was deep and resonant as he said, "What a coincidence, what a coincidence."
Upon hearing this, Wen Hanyun stopped and nodded politely: "Mr. Yan."
She simply couldn't understand why Yan Mingchong would appear in a place like this. Moreover, judging from his attire—a Burberry trench coat and a Patek Philippe Aquanaut on his wrist—it was clearly a carefully chosen outfit for a man like him who should be immersed in the business world year-round.
Yan Mingchong seemed not to have expected that she would know his identity, and habitually pushed up his glasses.
“I heard from a friend that there was a good show here tonight, so I came to join in the fun. I had to come out to deal with a work call halfway through the show, and I didn’t expect to run into you here. It’s so nice.”
"I felt like I'd seen you somewhere before when we last met..."
"May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
He bowed slightly in a very gentlemanly manner and extended his right hand to Wen Hanyun.
"Thank you," Wen Hanyun said, maintaining her distance without shaking his hand or replying. "Mr. Yan, do you also like music?"
"I wouldn't say I like it, I just come here occasionally to relax." Yan Mingchong smiled, tactfully withdrawing his hand and not pressing for further questions.
His gaze lingered on Wen Hanyun. Her black hair and eyes, her fair skin, and her shapely figure made her irresistible. Even the hint of impatience in her eyes was captivating.
It seems that she does have the qualities to make Yansheng take notice.
"It's rare to see such musical talent at such a young age," he said gently. "However, wouldn't it be a waste of her talent to be a resident musician in such a small venue?"
Wen Hanyun said calmly, "I just like it, it doesn't matter where I perform."
“That’s not how it works,” Yan Mingchong took a step forward and lowered his voice. “With such talent, I think this young lady deserves to be on a bigger stage.”
Wen Hanyun raised an eyebrow slightly, remaining silent and waiting for him to continue.
"I have access to several top-tier domestic entertainment companies. If you're willing, I can help you connect with them, assemble your own band, equip you with the best production team, and make national tours and album releases a breeze."
"Not only that, I can also invest in any music project you want to do, and you don't have to worry about the funding at all; you can name the amount."
Yan Mingchong's offer is indeed tempting, an irresistible temptation for anyone with a musical dream. Independent musicians, in particular, desperately need resources and financial support. But what price must be paid after accepting these generous terms?
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