Chapter 53 Could someone like that really be interested in Xia Mian?
Xia Mian stuffed 50,000 yuan in cash under Ren Xiping's pillow.
It wasn't that he was stingy and didn't give his mother money. The living conditions in the slums were terrible, and the anti-theft measures were barely adequate. He didn't dare keep too much cash at home. Losing money was a small matter, but what if a thief hurt Ren Xiping in order to steal?
That would be a losing proposition.
The support from the baby-faced teller and the love from Ren Xiping were like a shot in the arm for Xia Mian. After returning home, he threw away all his messy thoughts.
Forget about being an internet celebrity or a full-time rich kid, he just wants to be a star, he wants to be famous, he wants to be constantly on TV so that all his fans and his mom can see him every day!
Xia Mian was full of energy. He took out a pen and paper and first sorted out his current situation. He knew things couldn't end well with Yuantong. If he wasn't mistaken, Yuantong would keep dragging him along. The most urgent thing was to push through the contract termination as soon as possible.
Expediting the litigation process is useless; the lawyer has already clearly told him that. So now, we must find a way to intervene manually.
There are two options for manual intervention: 1. Pay liquidated damages; 2. Reach a private settlement with Yuantong.
If he chooses the first option, he doesn't have that much money right now. If he chooses the second option... he and Yuantong have already fallen out; if they meet, they'll only fight, and they won't exchange a single word.
This is fucking a vicious cycle.
No, there are other options for a private settlement. If a company is interested in him and is willing to negotiate with Yuantong to sign him, then everything right now, including the re-employment problem of laid-off idols, will be solved.
At worst, he could turn to the Xia family for help and have them pressure Yuantong. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; Yuantong would always give the Xia family some face.
Xia Mian logged into Weibo and added her work email address to her profile.
After waiting a while, besides the WeChat merchants who wanted him to promote their products, I also received two emails from entertainment companies asking for his personal contact information to discuss the details.
Having already been scammed once, Xia Mian knew she couldn't be hasty in finding a new employer. She first checked the company's qualifications on Baidu.
I was greatly disappointed after reading the description.
Neither of these companies is as large as Yuantong. Their bosses seem to value talent, but they lack the ability to compete head-on with Yuantong. They probably want to establish contact with him first, so that once he successfully terminates his contract, they can take advantage of their proximity.
Even so, Xia Mian added them as friends and politely expressed her gratitude.
Putting down her phone, Xia Mian sighed softly, suddenly remembering what netizens had said before: "Your professional skills are terrible, and your personality is unlikable. Besides providing amusement for netizens with your stupidity, you're utterly useless!"
Yes, the same goes for the management company. He's not from a professional acting background, has no connections, and offers no value other than his looks and temporary popularity.
With so many artists under the management of major entertainment agencies, everyone is scrambling to grab those few pitiful tickets. How could it possibly be his turn?
Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Tang Wenhua asked from outside, "Mianmian, has Third Master given you any news?"
Xia Mian opened the door, not quite understanding: "What news?"
“I invited Third Master to our house for dinner a couple of days ago. The driver relayed the message, but I didn’t get a reply in person,” Tang Wenhua added after a pause, perhaps worried that Xia Mian might find it annoying. “And Zhou Ting is coming tomorrow. I’m afraid they’ll run into each other and I won’t be able to entertain them properly.”
Come here... Saturday... Damn!
Xia Mian slapped her forehead, quickly found the last message from the ATM, and glanced at the calendar.
Oh no!
Today—damn it—is Saturday!
Xia Mian told Tang Wenhua the news, leaving Tang Wenhua completely bewildered by the situation. Fortunately, there were still more than two hours until dinner, so there was still a chance to salvage the situation. Tang Wenhua immediately began directing the servants to clean up the mess.
Xia Mian's thoughts were thrown into disarray by her, so she simply went to take a nap.
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Zhou Pingchuan arrived at 6 p.m.
Perhaps to show their respect, the Xia couple specially called Xia Mingzhao back from his research project. The four of them stood neatly at the entrance of Xia Garden, waiting for Zhou Pingchuan's car to arrive.
This time, having learned from its mistake, it made a point of checking its appearance before going out, so as not to make the same embarrassing mistake of running around naked as last time.
Five minutes later, the Maybach that almost received a yellow license plate because it exceeded the length limit slowly drove up. Tang Wenhua gave a wink, and the quick-witted driving assistant ran to open the door.
"Welcome, Mr. Jay Chou," Xia Dongbo greeted him. "It's been so long since we last met, haha."
"I've been very busy with official duties lately, and I even took two trips to other provinces, so I haven't been able to visit you in time. Please don't blame me for being rude, Chairman Xia."
As he spoke, Zhou Pingchuan glanced at Xia Mian, who touched the tip of her nose, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Yes, Zhou Pingchuan went to other provinces twice. One time he lost five million yuan, and the other time it was to get him out of jail. In short, he dug the pit in front, and Zhou Pingchuan buried it behind, becoming a professional at cleaning up other people's messes.
Xia Dongbo laughed heartily: "Of course not, how could I blame you? I've been looking forward to your arrival! Come on, dinner and tea have been prepared in the dormitory, let's eat and chat."
"Okay, Mr. Xia, please."
In this kind of occasion, the younger generation is just for show. The Xia couple, along with Zhou Pingchuan, walked in front, chatting and laughing, while Xia Mian and Xia Mingzhao followed behind.
Aside from lighting cigarettes at the engagement party, this was the first time Xia Mingzhao had met Zhou Pingchuan in an informal setting.
Having grown up in a wealthy family, Xia Mingzhao was used to the sycophancy and flattery of the elite. He could sense that the Xia family was automatically lowering their status, and he could also sense that Zhou Pingchuan's politeness was merely out of courtesy, devoid of any personal feelings, and carried an aloof indifference.
That's the innate aura of someone in a high position of power, inspiring both fear and admiration.
It is also admirable.
Xia Mingzhao thought to himself, "Could someone like that really be interested in Xia Mian?"
Just then, Zhou Pingchuan glanced back and saw that he had made eye contact with a certain Mianmian, but the other person turned her head away, pretending not to see him.
Zhou Pingchuan was quite helpless, not knowing what he had done to offend him again. Xia Mingzhao, on the other hand, felt a sudden jolt in his heart and gave a shy, innocent smile in return.
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