"Ahem." Mo Zechuan coughed lightly, looked away, and said coldly, "Ning Su, follow Secretary Li to complete the onboarding process. Xiao Zhou, come with me."
Mo Zechuan had been coveting Xiao Zhou for more than a day or two; he was always there, and Ning Su was quite uncomfortable just looking at him with his naked gaze. But since he was on someone else's turf, he couldn't lose his temper. He could only pinch his palms to calm him down.
When he passed Jinxi, he squeezed his palm and said in a voice that both of them could hear: "Be careful, don't let him take advantage of you."
"Got it." He was being guarded against him like a thief, which made him feel helpless. "Come with me to move this afternoon."
"Okay, let's talk on the phone later."
After Ning Su left, Mo Zechuan asked Qi Rui to prepare the contract documents, and he opened the office door. "Come in and sit on the sofa."
Mo Zechuan's businesslike attitude won Xu Jing some favor, and he sat on the sofa without any hesitation.
Qi Rui soon brought over a thick document and placed it on the coffee table directly opposite the sofa.
"Take a look first. If you have any requirements, please raise them now. You can modify them at any time."
At Mo Zechuan's suggestion, Xu Jing flipped through the contract. It was practically a manual, its rules and regulations binding one to the bone like an indenture. These included, but were not limited to, an eight-hour work schedule and a flexible work system. The so-called flexible work system meant being on-call even after work, extending the seemingly eight-hour workday to 24 hours, effectively squeezing out any free time.
Xu Jing frowned and underlined the text with a black marker. "I'm currently a trainee on the show 'Youth Without Regrets.' Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll be stuck for a year, including some commercial performances. The obligations the company requires of me are simply impossible, and my working hours have clearly exceeded eight hours. I suggest reducing them to ten, eliminating the need for flexible hours."
"Qi Rui." Qi Rui nodded at the boss's signal. "Okay, I'll have someone revise the details later. If there's anything else you need to pay attention to, please let me know so I can make the changes."
"Don't quote a 40% to 60% rate. It's not worth it for an unknown artist like me. Change it to 20% to 80%." Under Mo Zechuan's expectant eyes, Xu Jing said coldly: "I'll pay 20%, you'll pay 80%. Forget all the welfare and facilities. After all, I'm just a figure in the company, so just designate one for me, just like Ning Su's."
It was the first time that Qi Rui saw an artist refusing to take a high salary and instead being keen on taking a low salary.
He glanced at his boss, who showed no reaction, so he decided to make his own decision. "Got it."
"Also, the length of service." Xu Jing saw the twenty-year limit. He was now 18 and would have to work for the company for twenty years, until he was 38, before he could be free. It was a labor contract even more depraved than slavery. "I don't want any other benefits. I just want the term reduced to five years."
"No." Mo Zechuan didn't want to keep his sweetheart for only five years. If the contract was not limited to twenty years, he would have wanted to keep him for a lifetime.
Under Qi Rui's embarrassed gaze, Mo Zechuan coughed twice and said, "Take the contract and revise it first. I will notify you on WeChat about the rest."
"Okay, Mr. Mo, I'll be busy now."
After Qi Rui left, Mo Zechuan couldn't wait to sit next to him. Just as he was about to touch his hand, Xu Jing stood up and said coldly, "Mr. Mo, I have a boyfriend. I hope you can respect yourself."
Xu Jing does not accept the unspoken rules of the workplace. Even if that person is his former lover, he does not want to give Mo Zechuan any chance.
He wasn't a scumbag and didn't want to do anything like two-timing. Since he had already agreed to be Ning Su's boyfriend, he naturally wouldn't do something behind his back.
He has a bottom line, but Ning Su and Mo Zechuan don't.
Mo Zechuan smiled and patted the sofa, motioning him to sit down. "It's okay, I'll discuss the details with you. Ning Su signed a ten-year contract with the company, and you only signed five—that's too short. If you don't agree, Ning Su..."
The threatening words came out naturally. He is indeed a qualified businessman who knows where the lifeline of a person lies.
Mo Zechuan changed the subject and said, "And you also know that the Ning family has always opposed Ning Su's entry into the entertainment industry, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me for help. For Ning Su's bright future, and for you to shine in the entertainment industry, you have to sign this 20-year contract whether you want to or not."
"Ten years," Xu Jing added. "I won't do it any longer."
"Then I have to ask for something else." Before he finished speaking, Mo Zechuan hooked his neck and pulled him into his arms. Before he could react, he kissed his lips, taking away the breath between his lips and teeth.
"Hmm." Xu Jing opened his eyes wide and struggled desperately but to no avail. His hands were tightly controlled by him, leaving him no room for resistance.
This guy was like someone who had taken a powerful pill. He was incredibly strong, not only controlling his hands but also his legs. Even before Xu Jing could kick him, he had already let him go and returned to his previous composure. "The benefits are over. I agree to your request."
"Mr. Mo, you'd better keep your word." After watching him send a WeChat message to Qi Rui, Xu Jing took the napkin on the table and wiped his mouth.
Seeing his smug smile, Xu Jing didn't get angry. He smiled and said, "What did it taste like just now? Did you taste it?"
"Lychee flavor. When did you start liking lychees?" Mo Zechuan asked in confusion. Although he liked sweet things, he loved rubbing lemon on his lips, which always tasted a bit sour. This time, the lychee flavor was too strong, and he was a little uncomfortable with it.
Xu Jing's lips curled up, and a basin of cold water was poured over his head. "The taste of Ning Su's mouth is considered to be your close contact with him."
"Bah." Mo Zechuan felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly. He felt very aggrieved when he thought that his person was kissed by Ning Su, that despicable green tea girl. He thought that since Xiao Zhou had wiped it clean, he might as well ask for some benefits.
This time Xu Jing learned his lesson and immediately dodged to the sofa next to him, leaving him no chance to take advantage of.
"Nothing, I'm leaving now."
As soon as Xu Jing reached the door, Mo Zechuan said, "Xiao Zhou, I checked the matter yesterday. It wasn't me who did it."
He paused and said slowly, "I know it's not you."
Looking at his back, Mo Zechuan felt inexplicably sad.
They used to be such close lovers, but now they were like strangers because of his jerkiness. Ultimately, it was all because of his willfulness. If he had cherished this fate, Ning Su wouldn't have been able to get in even if he was a fly.
The past cannot be retrieved, but the future is uncertain, so he still has time to pursue Xiao Zhou.
And he has the confidence that he is no worse than Ning Su.
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