After Jing Zuohuai contacted Chiyang Entertainment yesterday, he drove to the bottom of the Chiyang Entertainment building alone at six o'clock today.
They agreed to spend ten o'clock, but it was not yet eight in the morning when they drove to the bottom of the building.
The security guard knew him, and after explaining his purpose, he drove to the underground parking lot with ease. He had been here many times before, and each time he came, he had a frustrating experience.
Messages came intermittently from his phone, but he didn't want to read them at the moment. Now was his time to deal with his own personal affairs, which couldn't be mixed with work.
He lowered the window and pulled out a lighter. It was brand new, clearly unused. He opened and closed the lid, the crisp, rhythmic clicks pulsing in time as he finally lit a woman's cigarette...
He patiently inhaled the flavor of nicotine mixed with orange, and this feeling made him feel better.
He actually doesn't smoke, but when he is moved by the scene and feels bitter, he always wants to smoke one or two.
Jing Zuohuai looked at the empty seat in the distance. He had never had any conflicts with others since he was a child, and he had never yelled at anyone.
He had a casual, Buddhist personality, but he showed his only stubbornness to that person, yelling at him without any manners, shouting in front of him like a shrew.
She confronted him, asking why he didn't resist, why he couldn't just listen to her and sign with Yaoxing, why he had to stay here, why he endured Chiyang's unfair treaty without complaint, why he had to ruin his own future, why, why didn't he want to return to the stage...
Jing Zuohuai recalled.
You clearly have the ability to return to the entertainment industry. You clearly have talent and ability. You haven't fallen on hard times yet. Lots of people like you, me too! Chi Yang isn't treating you well at all. He can't pave the way for your future! But you, you know he's deliberately trying to bury you, so why can't you just leave Chi Yang?
Why, why can't you just think about yourself.
But the person opposite him just remained silent, with his back turned to him and refused to say a word. He just waited for him to calm down and said lightly, "I'm sorry, I've disappointed you."
Sorry to disappoint you.
When he was extremely tired, this sentence would always pop up automatically, forcing him to grit his teeth and persevere.
Jing Zuohuai took the last puff of his cigarette and put the lighter into his pocket.
In the past...
Oh.
I was really ignorant before.
My confession was so awkward, abruptly ending a crush that never even began. Following his footsteps, I'd reached this point, step by step, before we were evenly matched, and it had already ended in such a state.
Jing Zuhuai got out of the car and looked at the cigarette butts on the ground. He realized belatedly that he had smoked too much. On average, he smoked two cigarettes a month, but today he had smoked five.
It's almost time to go for this final negotiation.
Jing Zuohuai came to President Chiyang's office under the guidance of his secretary. Since he had not arrived yet, the secretary served him.
He knew what this meant, but his subordinates were innocent, so he asked the secretary to sit down and not to bother.
Finally, around ten forty, Chiyang President Xue Jin arrived.
"Oh, oh, I'm so busy with work that I'm late. Please forgive me, Brother Shi." As soon as Xue Jin came in, he asked his secretary to serve tea.
"It's okay, I know you're busy." Jing Zuohuai's expression didn't change, he looked very friendly.
"I just love chatting with kids like you. You're so considerate, aren't you?" Xue Jin smiled with satisfaction. "But Brother Shi's studio should be busy running right now, so why did you come to visit me?"
“…”
"Oh, I remember now. You came here to discuss the contract with me, right? Oh, oh, look at my poor memory." Xue Jin's tone was full of sarcasm. "What was it about? About He Zhijin, right?"
"Um."
"Okay, you just need someone, no problem!" She waved her hands and glanced at him with ill intent. "Brother Shi, we've known each other for several years, and he's been coming to me a lot for his business. And your company is also in the process of preparation, so I'll do you a favor."
"One hundred million." Xue Jin touched his chin and looked at him confidently. "That's all I want. I hope I won't embarrass you."
Jing Zuohuai looked at him expressionlessly.
"You also know He Zhijin's value. Although he is my agent now, I won't let him continue doing this. You know his commercial value better than I do, so this amount of money is really not much."
"Heh..." Jing Zuhuai smiled, as if agreeing with what he said.
"You think so, don't you?"
"Well, not much." He nodded.
"so……"
"So, you know his commercial value, yet you let him manage a nobody boy band?" Jing Zuohuai stood up and argued calmly, "You clearly know his value, yet you take him for granted. You won't let him keep doing this forever, but you'll squeeze every last ounce of his value! One hundred million wasn't much for him before, but now, you're asking me to buy an unknown manager for one hundred million?"
"Am I crazy or are you crazy?"
"You..." Xue Jin had never seen such a scene before, and was frightened by him for a moment.
"He still has one year left on his contract with you," Jing Zuohuai said slowly, stating the fact that Xue Jin didn't want to admit. "Are you sure he'll renew his contract with you for this year? From what I understand, before you signed this contract with him, you wanted him to return to the entertainment industry, right? Since he didn't want to, and you had no choice, you had to force him to sign this agent contract."
"Even if he could return to the entertainment industry now, how much benefit do you think he could bring to you if he's unwilling to do so? He's almost 30 years old. Is he still in his prime?"
"Boss Xue, you're asking me for 100 million. Do you really think I'm a leek to be harvested at will?"
"Jing Zuohuai, you think it's too much?" Xue Jin was a little uneasy. Every word he said was true. He Zhijin was no longer young, and the current situation was not conducive to making money for himself.
"How could that be? You should be quite clear about how much money I have on hand right now. Haven't you investigated me?" Jing Zuhuai changed his usual demeanor and smiled unceremoniously, leaning against his boss's chair. "It's just that I'm also a businessman now. Businessmen value their value the most. I really don't think he's worth it."
"You like him very much, don't you? I thought you would want him."
"Like? Even if I like you, I will weigh the pros and cons. I can't involve myself in it, right? What's more, I was just young and ignorant." Jing Zuohuai played with the plain ring on his right index finger.
This ring means a lot to him.
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