Zhou Pengfei felt he couldn't handle it and hoped Yang Yajing could go with him to sign the contract.
“I’m bad with words. If the ink gets on the paper, I won’t be able to back out. You have to come with me!” Zhou Pengfei said. “You’re thick-skinned anyway.”
"I may be thick-skinned, but thick-skinned is useless! Give me an identity!" Yang Yajing started to put on airs again, hooking her finger.
"Identity? What identity? Do we need identity to negotiate a contract?" Zhou Pengfei was indeed a complete novice.
"That's right! I'm not your guardian. What if some random person gets in trouble?" Yang Yajing shook her head. "I'm not going to be a troublemaker!"
"Guardian? Do you mean my dad has to handle this?" Zhou Pengfei frowned. "He's just an old scholar, what would he know about these things?"
"Are you stupid! Just give me the title of agent, that's enough!"
"A manager? I'm not a singer, why would I need a manager?"
“Artists all have agents, even professional table tennis players have agents!” Yang Yajing continued her explanation. “Look at Alex Higgins, for example?”
"Who?" Zhou Pengfei didn't care about anything except painting.
"Oh! That's not important!" Yang Yajing pushed him out the door. "Have a good rest this weekend, and see how your manager takes charge on Monday!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Big agent! May I ask, how much does someone as capable as you earn?" Zhou Pengfei complained.
"Agents don't get paid, they get commission! You become famous, and my pockets are overflowing! Hahahaha!"
"You've got big ambitions! Commission? How much?"
"The same percentage you get in our family, 10%!"
"Ten percent? How much is ten percent?" Zhou Pengfei, a math idiot.
"When you collect ten yuan, one yuan is mine!" Yang Yajing wondered why this person, who had tutored her for so long, still couldn't teach her.
"Oh! That's not much?"
"Ten yuan isn't much, but when it's ten thousand yuan, it's ten thousand! Don't let your hand slip!" Yang Yajing winked at him playfully.
"Hey! If I can really make 100,000, I'll still have 90,000 left, no problem!" Zhou Pengfei was actually doing the math this time.
"Remember this! I'm waiting for you to become famous and rich!" Yang Yajing laughed as she pushed Zhou Pengfei out of the shop.
Zhou Pengfei chuckled inwardly. This girl hadn't even earned any money yet, but her expression already looked like she'd counted ten thousand a hundred times! What a little money-grubber!
However, this little money-grubber doesn't seem annoying; he can't smell the money-grubbing stench he hates about her.
Zhou Youcheng was a scholar who often said that rich people were all obsessed with money. After hearing this so many times, Zhou Pengfei realized that he also thought so.
Later, he encountered Jiang Xuanxuan who would occasionally flaunt her wealth. Although she always seemed very generous, he felt unworthy of it and did not want to accept her kindness.
However, Yang Yajing also likes to make money, and on the very first day they met, she declared herself a capitalist, but she didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
On the contrary, he would happily accept her share and payment whenever he had a task. He never felt that what he received from her was charity; instead, he felt that it was the fruit of his labor, which gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
Even her father, who disliked businessmen and couldn't stand rich people, didn't tell her to stay away from him, nor did he think that their friendships would be tainted by money.
Among all of Zhou Youcheng's friends, the Yang family elders were probably the only businessmen who were not scholars.
Yet he seemed closer to this businessman than to those like-minded scholars, which was strange. Wasn't that a contradiction?
After seeing Zhou Pengfei off, Yang Yajing didn't rest. She instinctively didn't believe the unscrupulous businessman Jiang Xuanxuan had introduced.
In his previous life, Zhou Pengfei took medicine from him; in this life, things probably won't go so smoothly either.
Yang Yajing thought to herself that she didn't necessarily have to rely on Jiang Xuanxuan to pull strings.
She sat on her bed late at night, casually looking at the list of classmates that Zhou Pengfei had written down, but her mind was racing with ways to deal with them.
Then, a name caught her attention.
"Chen Jiaoyun?" Yang Yajing seemed to have thought of something. "That's right! Isn't Chen Jiaoyun the eldest granddaughter of the comic strip master Chen Baiyun?"
Chen Jiaoyun's family owns an art gallery on Changle Road, which is also the studio of the master Chen Baiyun.
In her previous life, she remembered Yu Yue coming to gossip about this person. At that time, she excitedly held up a picture book and asked her if she knew this Chen Jiaoyun.
She simply shook her head, saying she wasn't familiar with her. Yu Yue immediately berated her for being an idiot and shutting herself off, because Chen Jiaoyun was from the same elementary school as her, even in the same grade—how could she not know her?
But she still didn't recognize them! At that time, she only had eyes for Zhou Pengfei and Jiang Xuanxuan, how could she have any other interactions?
I learned about this person because Zhou Pengfei mentioned that she was the same person who won first prize because they couldn't distinguish between the winners and losers; that person was Chen Jiaoyun.
A gallery can only recommend one person, but a studio can recommend two! Yang Yajing felt she had to meet Chen Jiaoyun and find a way to get her grandfather's studio to recommend Zhou Pengfei.
Without hesitation, Yang Yajing went to Chen Jiaoyun's studio on Changle Road the next day.
"Yang Yajing? Why are you looking for me? Has the Little Tigers released a new album?" Chen Jiaoyun was a very cheerful Little Tigers fan.
"Not yet! But it seems like another one will be released at the end of the year." Yang Yajing smiled and shook her head.
"It's the end of the year? You absolutely have to bring me one!"
"That's for sure! But I'm here to talk to you about something today." Yang Yajing then added playfully, "I'm here as the agent for the great artist Zhou to discuss business!"
"Pfft! Yang Yajing, you're so funny!" Chen Jiaoyun laughed.
"Hey! I'm serious!" Yang Yajing twisted her body.
"That's awkward! It doesn't suit you! Compared to the timid Athena, you're more like Ikki!"
"Oh! Chen Jiaoyun," Yang Yajing laughed, "You've already thought of all the roles for me?"
"Don't you know? You're famous in our class!" Chen Jiaoyun and Zhou Pengfei are in the same class. "Boys and girls in our class all call you Big Sister!"
"So I'm that famous!" Yang Yajing smiled in response.
"Hey! Zhou, the great artist's agent, are you here to ask my grandpa for a recommendation?" Chen Jiaoyun winked at Yang Yajing.
"You even know that?" Yang Yajing thought Chen Jiaoyun was too smart.
"Everyone in our class knows Zhou Pengfei is good at drawing!" Chen Jiaoyun said with a smile. "But we get a lot of kids asking Grandpa for recommendations!"
"Did Master Chen give away the spot?"
"No way! They're all just money-grubbers with no artistic sense!"
"Oh! I'm a money-grubber too! Your grandpa won't hate me, will he?" Yang Yajing said half-jokingly and half-teasingly.
"Hahaha! I don't know that. Why don't you go and talk to your old man, Grandpa, yourself?"
"Is Grandpa Chen home?"
"Okay! Shall I take you to him?" Chen Jiaoyun, in a very familiar manner, took Yang Yajing's arm and led her to the art studio.
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