Jiang Jiahan also began to confide in Lin Chen. At the same time, she mentioned two recently popular internet celebrities.
"'Tian Tian Bu Tian' and 'Basketball Kun Kun' are two internet celebrities who are very popular online recently. Do you know them, Lin Chen? I feel like 'Tian Tian Bu Tian' looks like the girl you were with last time?"
As a young associate professor at the university's music academy and also involved in the management of her father's music and entertainment company, Jiang Jiahan is naturally very sensitive to any developments in the entertainment industry.
Recently, a young girl and a effeminate young man suddenly became internet sensations, and she saw them on social media almost every day. After hearing about this, Lin Chen stopped hiding it from her and told her the truth.
"Really? You single-handedly made both of your classmates famous in less than half a month?! And you even composed all their songs and dances? You're that... Lin Laogou!?"
Jiang Jiahan was shocked upon hearing this, as the news was clearly beyond her comprehension.
"It's a pity we don't have someone like you in our company," she sighed. At the same time, she admired Lin Chen's abilities even more.
“Teacher Jiang, if you’re interested, how about I transfer them to your company… oh no, I mean to our company?” Lin Chen suddenly suggested, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
In fact, Lin Chen had planned from the beginning to recommend those songs, along with Liu Tiantian, to Jiang Jiahan's company. However, at that time, he considered that Jiang Jiahan's company was mired in difficulties, lacked resources, and was unable to carry out large-scale publicity and promotion.
Therefore, Lin Chen felt that providing direct financial support was the most direct and effective method.
Now that the company's predicament has been resolved, Liu Tiantian and Cai Xiaokun have also risen to prominence. More importantly, Lin Chen is now the largest shareholder of the company. He has no reason not to support his own company.
"Is it really possible?" Jiang Jiahan's eyes shone with hope, as if she had seen the dawn.
"As long as Teacher Jiang is willing, I can send her over anytime," Lin Chen said firmly.
"I'm willing, I'm willing, I'm a million times willing!" Jiang Jiahan was so excited that she was almost incoherent.
At this point, Jiang Jiahan felt something was off, but this strange feeling was quickly overshadowed by the joy that was about to arrive.
"Don't rush, Teacher Jiang. Because I have a contract with the current 'Tokyo Not Hot' company, I can't breach the contract and remove them from the company right now. But don't worry, everything is under my control!" Lin Chen said calmly.
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"Xiao Chen, where did you get this money? You can't go astray! You can't go astray!"
Wang Nanshan stared at the notification on his phone that 500,000 yuan had been deposited into his account, the numerous zeros making him dizzy. Last time, Lin Chen had given him a 70,000 yuan gift as a token of their meeting, saying it was from a prize he won while buying a vest; this time, he had directly transferred 500,000 yuan!
Guangkun's embezzlement had put Wang Nanshan in a very passive position. If he couldn't fill the gap in time, his welfare home reconstruction fund would be destroyed, and his chances of making a comeback would be extremely slim.
I never expected that Lin Chen would send so much money at this time.
“Uncle Nan, this money is what I got back from Guangkun,” Lin Chen said calmly.
"What? You found Guangkun?!" Wang Nanshan asked in surprise.
In fact, Lin Chen wasn't lying to him. How could he let a scoundrel like Guang Kun get away so easily?
Lin Chen first contacted Ning Jiaqi. Judging from Ning Jiaqi's behavior last time, this arrogant little princess had immense influence in this county. As long as Guang Kun hadn't left Yinshan County, Ning Jiaqi could find him in no time with her connections.
Sure enough, in less than half a day, Guang Kun, the guy with the Mediterranean hairstyle who almost caused Wang Nanshan's death, was found in a rented room in a village behind the train station.
When Lin Chen arrived, Guang Kun had been beaten beyond recognition. This was not what Lin Chen had requested. Perhaps if he had arrived any later, Guang Kun would have been thrown into the wasteland behind the urban village to be fed to the dogs.
Although the man was found, Guangkun had already gambled away all the money he made from reselling building materials and cables. In fact, when Lin Chen arrived, he ran into the debt collectors. They mistook Lin Chen for Guangkun's friend and tried to collect the money from him!
Guangkun, already a broken man, naturally couldn't repay the money. Lin Chen never intended for him to cover this debt; he just wanted him to learn a lesson.
"Can Guangkun come up with that much money? If I remember correctly, even if those cables and materials were sold, they wouldn't amount to that much!" Wang Nanshan wasn't stupid; he immediately thought of this problem.
"Guangkun only contributed a portion; the rest of the money was from what I asked my family for," Lin Chen replied calmly.
He had anticipated that Wang Nanshan would ask this question, so he gave him an answer that was impossible to refute.
Currently, only Wang Nanshan knows that Lin Chen is the eldest son of a billionaire family. Liu Laosi, Liu Xinxin, and Liu Tiantian are unaware of this; they still believe Lin Chen is just a poor orphan.
"Xiao Chen, I'm so sorry..." Wang Nanshan felt a little guilty.
"Don't say that, Uncle Nan. You know my family's situation. This amount of money is just like pocket money. Please don't feel guilty," Lin Chen comforted him.
“It’s pocket money for you, but it’s a lifesaver for Uncle Nan!” Wang Nanshan was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.
Lin Chen patted him on the shoulder, expecting a very touching scene to follow, but Wang Nanshan always managed to surprise him.
“Xiao Chen, I’ve actually wanted to tell you this for a while, but I’ve been too embarrassed to say it. Could you… give me a little more pocket money? Let’s get some land right now and rebuild the orphanage.” Wang Nanshan asked expectantly.
"This one..." Lin Chen hesitated.
“You know Uncle Nan is getting old now and won’t be able to work for many more years. My biggest wish now is to see our welfare home rise up again before I pass away!” Wang Nanshan said with deep emotion.
Lin Chen then realized he might have overdone it. His so-called pocket money? Right now, Lin Chen only had a few hundred yuan left in his pocket!
But looking at Wang Nanshan's expectant eyes, he could only nod helplessly.
"Xiao Chen, I knew you were the most promising person in our orphanage!" Wang Nanshan said with satisfaction.
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