You wore my clothes, give them back to me.
"President Jiang has some impressive skills. In less than a month, he has elevated the project from the gray list to the top of the competition. Even our Ciyi platform's customized drama has to admit defeat and make way for 'Yan Ge Xing' to take its place."
After shaking hands with Jiang Songhe, Teng Jiuguang, CCO (Chief Content Officer) of Ciyi Culture, led two representatives from Yunhe Entertainment to a high table, where they leaned against it in a sarcastic manner to offer their congratulations.
Jiang Songhe glanced at the phone that Teng Jiuguang was casually holding, avoiding the sensitive topic that might be considered a ploy, and said tactfully, "The platform's scheduling is naturally determined by the platform's strategy, and all we at Yunhe can do is go with the flow."
Teng Jiuguang caught Jiang Songhe's gaze, chuckled, and placed his phone on the table in front of her: "President Jiang, there's no need to be so nervous. Ciyi is, after all, the third most established brand in the industry. They would naturally disdain to personally handle such low-level matters as secretly taking photos and recordings."
"Wouldn't handle" and "disdains to handle personally" sound similar, but their meanings have a subtle and insidious difference.
Even though Jiang Songhe realized that the big bad wolf was probably subtly hinting at the recording of Shen Zongli's domestic violence, she felt a growing sense of urgency but didn't intend to continue questioning him, lest she create unnecessary complications and waste time.
After all, with "Yan Ge Xing" back on the list and in the center, it can only be considered Yunhe's ticket to the show and the platform's talking point for now. Next, there is the project investment conference and the challenge of breaking one million reservations.
Whether it's brand collaborations or in-platform data, everything must be documented in plain print so that "Yan Ge Xing" can be launched and enter the revenue-sharing period as soon as possible. Otherwise, things could get complicated and unpredictable.
“You flatter me. I just remembered that I had something to do.” Jiang Songhe’s words remained polite, but he started to put on his trench coat. “I listened carefully to your company’s project at the meeting. Although it is in the same field as ‘Yan Ge Xing’, the focus is different.”
After finishing, he stretched out his hand again and said the closing words: "Romance and brotherhood each have their audiences. Besides, your company has top-tier male and female leads in your dramas. Rather than saying 'making way for others,' it's more accurate to say 'each should fulfill its own role.'"
"On behalf of Yunhe, we wish your company great success in ratings in advance." Jiang Songhe gave Lin Duole a subtle look. "Excuse me."
Teng Jiuguang also extended his hand, but missed it at the last second before shaking hands. He turned to Jiang Songhe's back and raised his hand, saying, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, President Jiang. You've taken over the February blockbuster slot that should have belonged to Ciyi. Staying for a drink to show your appreciation isn't too much to ask, is it?"
"I have to drive, sorry." Jiang Songhe withdrew her hand and, with foresight, gave Lin Duole a look.
Lin Duole then closed his wide-eyed and mouthed eyes, put down the wine glass in his hand, and stood straight behind the boss.
At this moment, a pair of hands holding glasses appeared on the table. Teng Jiuguang took one first: "President Jiang, don't you want to give me face, or catch up with an old acquaintance?"
Jiang Songhe turned around suspiciously and found that the person serving the wine was Xu Qin, the former producer of Yunhe.
Xu Qin's eyes darted around as he held the wine glass closer, his smile stiff: "President Jiang, please."
Teng Jiuguang leaned against the table, watching the play while sipping his drink.
Lin Duole opened his mouth, mouthed half of "boss," and then quickly closed his mouth.
Jiang Songhe looked at Xu Qin's submissive demeanor, pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow, then took the cup but didn't drink it.
“That’s right!” Teng Jiuguang got up, walked to Xu Qin’s side, put his arm around him, and patted his shoulder loudly. His rough and swaying movements showed no respect whatsoever. Then he said to Jiang Songhe, “I’ll have to trouble President Jiang to personally remind our teacher Xu that since he’s already switched jobs, he shouldn’t hide it anymore.”
Then he turned to Xu Qin and waved twice: "President Jiang isn't as cold and taciturn as you say. He just told me something about 'everyone doing their job' and wished our friendship 'high ratings'. He's very generous! Why don't you just share some of the useful information you brought from Yunhe? President Jiang is right here, so he can help you fill in any gaps in your knowledge, right?"
Xu Qin, his face ashen, gave an awkward laugh. Nothing he said mattered, so he could only stammer out meaningless platitudes: "Inappropriate, inappropriate... I... sigh! Hehe..."
“Actually, your company doesn’t need to be so fixated on the ‘February is bound to be a hit’ superstitious time slot.” Jiang Songhe really couldn’t bear to watch anymore and was in a hurry to leave. “From a marketing perspective, ancient costume dramas and fantasy dramas can be left to air during this summer’s season. The Qixi Festival in August would be a good opportunity.”
Jiang Songhe stopped there, raised his glass to take a symbolic sip, then nodded in acknowledgment and led Lin Duole away, leaving the two representatives of the friendship, each with a different expression, behind.
Once outside the venue, Lin Duole caught up with his boss and cautiously asked, "President Jiang, that old man from Ciyi is clearly trying to annoy us, so why are you still...?"
Because it's better to avoid trouble, because scheduling conflicts can divert attention and tension, and also because... well, I've done my best, there's nothing more to say, and I should respect other people's fate.
Jiang Songhe hailed a taxi with one hand and used the other to pull a wet wipe from the packaging bag to cover his mouth, spitting out the mouthful of champagne.
"Go back to the company and keep an eye on things. Once reservations open, distribute the materials across the entire network as soon as possible."
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Jiang Songhe went to Shengchuan Studio to check on the production progress of the theme song for "Yan Ge Xing". After leaving, he called a car and rushed back to the company.
On the way, he instructed everyone in the WeChat project group that they should pay close attention to Shen Zongli's online and offline topics, prepare crisis public relations plans, and take appropriate action immediately if there is any disturbance.
When Jiang Songhe got off the car at the company, he noticed a Luman Challenger parked in the parking space downstairs. Perhaps because of the fatigue from several days of traveling, he thought to himself, "What a coincidence, there are other people driving this car at Yongtong International."
Just as I was about to head upstairs, a car horn sounded behind me.
Jiang Songhe turned around at the sound, but couldn't see who was sitting in the driver's seat through the privacy-protected windshield. She could only look down at the license plate: "..."
He walked to the driver's side door and pulled on it, but it wouldn't open. Hesitantly, he knocked on the window. The privacy glass rolled down, revealing little by little a head of silver hair, followed by oversized sunglasses, a fair face, and thin lips curled into a smile.
My heart was first startled, then my anger flared up.
The person he had been longing to see was now right in front of him, but Jiang Songhe couldn't get a proper sentence out: "You fucking?!"
He was afraid that the noise would attract the attention of passersby, but he was so angry that he wanted to die. So he rubbed his rough chin, which was covered in stubble, and then took a step back, turned half a circle, and looked at the person in the car through the two lenses.
Jiang Songhe tapped the windowsill lightly, his thin lips visibly curving in the opposite direction. He suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice, "Where's Vasin, hmm?"
Jonathan raised an eyebrow, looking nonchalant, clearly unaware of the dangers and seriousness of reckless driving: "I'll do a thorough cleaning for you at home, what's wrong with that?"
What's wrong? What's wrong? Why are you driving at this hour? What's wrong with that?
Jiang Songhe struggled to swallow the harsh words: "Don't you know it's almost rush hour?!"
"What is 'evening rush hour'?" Jonathan tilted his head cheekily.
He vomited a mouthful of blood, nearly choking Jiang Songhe to death, leaving him speechless for a long time. If it were his younger brother, Jiang Songyun, he might have directly yelled, "You little brat, get down here right now!" and might even have given him a couple of slaps.
But Jonathan isn't her biological brother, so she can't hit or scold him. Helpless, Jiang Songhe simply said, "Get down."
"Are you sure?" Jonathan took off his sunglasses, tossed them aside, and made as if to get out of the car.
Jiang Songhe slammed the car door shut: "Tsk, close the window, wait for me in the car."
After going upstairs to inspect the area and explaining important matters to the various departments, Jiang Songhe came down and went to open the passenger door.
It wasn't pulled open.
He turned to the driver's seat with a snort, got in, and gripped the steering wheel without looking at Jonathan.
After calming down his anger for a few minutes, he thought about the Volvo he still owned and Jonathan's unpredictable whims, and felt a chill run down his spine. He realized it was necessary to make the other party aware of the dangers and seriousness of driving without a license during rush hour in Beijing.
As soon as I turned my head, a card was shoved in front of my eyes.
It's a temporary driver's license.
"I'm not that incompetent, I can drive, okay?"
Oh right, I also rode in a Vito driven by Jonathan S. in Maner.
"..."
"What's gotten into you? What, I've come at the wrong time, aren't you going home yet?" Jonathan stuffed his temporary driver's license under his arm, crossed his arms, and grinned nonchalantly. "Which city are you going to hide in this time?"
"What are you hiding from? What city?" Jiang Songhe's anger subsided, bewildered. "What are you talking about?"
“Actually, you don’t have to do this. You could have just told me that it’s troublesome to have an idiot living in your house. I could have stayed at Hordorf’s place anyway.”
"..." Jiang Songhe had rarely seen Jonathan speak so coldly and seriously. He thought for a moment that the other party was really expressing his attitude, so he also seriously commented on the living experience of his villa compared to that of a top celebrity.
It is indeed quite old and outdated; you have to buy the coffee machine and coffee beans on the spot. It can't compare to a five-star hotel.
"Tch." The anger shifted to Jonathan's voice, as if conserved. "If you won't let me drive, then drive!"
Jiang Songhe slowly started the car, his mind racing. He figured Jonathan probably got tired of it all along, and since he hadn't been home for the past few days, Jonathan might have moved to a hotel out of boredom or just because he didn't like it. So he asked, "Where are we going?"
"Going back to your home? Where are you going?" Jonathan put his sunglasses on his face, leaned back, and faced the car door on his side, no longer looking at Jiang Songhe.
Jonah's inner monologue: "I was just being delusional and mishearing 'I miss you, baby'."
Unbeknownst to them, Jiang Songhe silently breathed a sigh of relief.
...
Luman arrived home and entered the garage. Jonathan got out of the car, went out, then turned back. Before he could even raise his hand, the car window rolled down.
His thin lips trembled slightly, then curved into a casual smile. Jonathan pushed his sunglasses up to his head and lazily rested his elbows on the driver's side window sill: "I've packed my luggage. Thank you for your hospitality these past few days, Mr. Jiang."
"..."
The sky was dim, and the garage was poorly lit, so Jiang Songhe couldn't see if her narrow eyes were slightly red.
The inability to see clearly did not diminish the heartache that followed, along with a strange feeling of "something precious, barely warmed, is being lost." This tormenting and terrifying feeling left Jiang Songhe numb and unable to move.
Is it an illusion? Or a side effect of fatigue?
The way Jonathan stared intently in the backlight reminded Jiang Songhe of how the other had jokingly compared her to Medusa. They stared at each other silently for a long time before Jonathan abruptly broke off their gaze, propped herself up, and turned to leave.
Jiang Songhe gasped suddenly, regaining her mobility instantly. She flung open the car door and grabbed his fair wrist: "What else do you need?"
"What? What?"
"Whatever you need at home... I'll buy it now."
Jonathan's face showed a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He pulled his hand back speechlessly and said, "No need. It would be a waste to leave it to collect dust after I leave."
Jiang Songhe was at a loss for words but didn't give up. He didn't know how to retain a top star who had everything, so he could only futilely scan the area with his eyes. After scanning for a long time, he finally made a breakthrough.
The clothes Jonathan was wearing looked somewhat familiar.
Upon closer inspection, he realized from the embroidered text on the lapel that it was one of his own suits. Due to the difference in their builds, the fact that he wasn't wearing a tie and his shirt was unbuttoned, the business-appropriate style was being worn in a frivolous and unruly manner.
Jiang Songhe had a sudden inspiration and started acting like a rogue.
"You wore my clothes, give them back."
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