After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 170 Entering the Trap
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Shu walked out of the school with a copy of the contract in her hand and a happy expression.

Li Yubai's car stopped for a while.

Jiang Shu opened the car door and got in. Li Yubai looked at her gently and said, "My lord, you look radiant. What good thing happened to you today?"

Jiang Shu flicked the contract in her hand: "Great news! Let's talk about it when we get back, so we don't have to repeat ourselves when we get back."

Li Yubai glanced warily at the contract cover, found it was just an ordinary contract, then gave a soft "hmm" and casually tossed her a brocade box: "A unique piece newly designed by the jewelry store under the Li Group. Take it and play with it."

Jiang Shu opened it and found an exquisite, colorful pendant with the initials of Li Yubai and Jiang Shu's names engraved in a hidden place.

Jiang Shu paused for a moment: "Is it expensive?"

“It’s not expensive, but the materials are special and can’t be mass-produced, so it’s one of a kind in the world.” Li Yubai rubbed her head. “I’ve noticed that the girls at your school are wearing all kinds of jewelry lately. Even if our patron doesn’t like these material things, he should wear one.”

Jiang Shu looked in the car mirror and compared the pendant to herself: "It's quite pretty."

Li Yubai's cool fingers took the pendant: "I'll put it on you, okay?"

When I got home, dinner hadn't been served yet.

Ning Yunzhan sat on the sofa drawing design sketches. Feng Li and Rong Jingchen were not there. Yan Yu was tuning her instrument and composing a new song.

Jiang Shu sat down on the sofa and slammed the contract in her hand down heavily!
"Come here, everyone! This esteemed patron has closed another big deal today!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Yu's zither strings snapped!

Ning Yunzhan paused slightly with his paintbrush, his inspiration waning.

Li Yubai sighed softly: "It's not a sugar daddy/sugar baby contract."

Yan Yu slowly put the broken stringed zither aside, a hint of lingering fear in her eyes: "I almost thought that my sister had brought back another brother."

Ning Yunzhan tossed aside his pen and sat down leisurely: "So, what big deal?"

Jiang Shu opened the contract, looking both lazy and smug: "Your sugar daddy has just snagged a lucrative micro-drama club for free today! And not just a member, but the president! I've successfully inherited the president's position from a senior!"

"This is a good thing, but..." Ning Yunzhan pondered, "How can a pie fall from the sky for no reason?"

Meanwhile, Yan Yu had already hacked into the internal system of the Imperial Film Academy using his mobile phone.

Jiang Shu sighed, "We're all students from the same school. Even if there's a trap, how big could it be? That club president is graduating soon and will be interning at an agency soon. Otherwise, why would they give me such a lucrative job?"

Yan Yu silently skimmed through the documents, then looked at Jiang Shu with a strange expression.

He sighed, "The contract, signed?"

"Signed! Signed!" Jiang Shu opened the signature page. "Look! Signatures and fingerprints, not a single one missing. The gang can't back out now, this benefactor won't accept it!"

Yan Yu pondered for a moment: "Sister, have you looked into the club's financial situation?"

"Absolutely! The school allocates funding for every drama, at least tens of thousands!" Jiang Shu lowered her voice and held up a finger to indicate a number, "As the financier, I'll take seventy-five percent of the profits!"

Li Yubai glanced at Yan Yu, noticing the helpless smile on his lips, and then took the contract to examine it carefully: "The contract is very crude and unprofessional. Moreover, it only lists the profit sharing, without specifying the approximate costs of filming and operating a short drama..."

Jiang Shu nodded and said, "The president said that from now on, all six of us in the company will be under my control. I can spend as much money as I want on filming, and they will cooperate unconditionally! They won't take more of the profits either. Including Xu Yan, each of the five of them will get five percent, and the rest will be mine."

Ning Yunzhan looked at Jiang Shu's imposing manner and asked, "Big sir, would you like to give it a try?"

"miss you!"

“Then let’s give it a try!” Ning Yunzhan reached out and gently closed the contract, handing it to Jiang Shu. “The important thing is that you like it; nothing else matters.” Jiang Shu hummed in agreement, picked up the contract, and went upstairs. “I’m going to study the short drama shooting process. Call me when it’s time to eat.”

After she disappeared at the top of the stairs, Li Yubai turned to Yan Yu and asked, "What did you find out?"

Yan Yu smiled bitterly: "The club is heavily in debt. If my sister goes there, she will be burdened with millions of dollars in debt... Moreover, the micro-drama club is practically an empty shell. Starting next month, the school plans to cut off their funding."

Ning Yunzhan spoke softly: "Society is complex and people are treacherous. Let this organization teach our benefactor his first lesson in the workplace."

Li Yubai stood up: "Shall we cook together? This is your first job offer, it's time to throw a big feast!"

Ning Yunzhan opened the group chat: "Since it's a celebration, everyone needs to be here. I'll call the other two back too."

In the kitchen, Yan Yu, who was busy preparing vegetables, suddenly asked Li Yubai, "The one on her neck, is it the one you had me implant the micro-locator in?"

“Hmm.” Li Yubai paused for a moment. “This is something you and I should know, and no one else needs to know.”

Before Yan Yu could say anything more, Ning Yunzhan walked into the kitchen behind her, and the topic ended tacitly.

Ning Yunzhan brought over a wild rabbit: "Let's make a double-pepper rabbit, our sugar daddy loves it!"

At 7 p.m., when Jiang Shu came downstairs, there were five men at the dining table, chatting and laughing.

"Ah Li, Rong Jingchen?"

“Hmm, I rushed back at the last minute.” Rong Jingchen raised an eyebrow. “Our patron is about to enter money-making mode, we should all have a proper celebration.”

Feng Li chuckled, his expression meaningful, "Congratulations."

Li Yubai served her some food: "What did our benefactor comprehend while locked inside for so long?"

Jiang Shu presented her plan: "In the first month, I plan to try to shoot my first micro-drama. Of course, before that, I need to solidify my position and turn the micro-drama club into my personal domain."

Three days later, the micro-drama club's welcome party.

Jiang Shu held a thick stack of plans, looking at the five members sitting neatly in the small meeting room:
"As the new president, I am not yet familiar with our members. Please introduce yourselves, especially your filming experience, in as much detail as possible."

The outgoing president organized his thoughts: "My name is Nie Dingyi. I'm from Beijing. I was the previous president of the Micro Drama Club. I'm skilled in camera work and was mainly responsible for directing and producing our production team."

Jiang Shu silently noted in her mind: "What resources or connections do you have?"

Nie Dingyi coughed lightly: "I have frequent dealings with clubs like the yacht club and the luxury car club..."

Jiang Shu was somewhat satisfied: "Then in the future, if it involves filming a story about a wealthy family on a luxury car or yacht, it should be just a matter of your word, right?"

Nie Dingyi paused for a moment: "...Not necessarily."

"why?"

“Let our commune’s finance officer, Zhang Tian, ​​explain it to you.” Nie Dingyi pulled out commune member number one. “He has the data here.”

Jiang Shu raised an eyebrow and looked at Member Number One.

Member Number One waved and greeted, "Hello, President. My name is Zhang Tian, ​​and I'm in charge of finances. Now that you're the official president who's gone through the contract process, and we're on the same side, I won't hide anything from you. Here's a stack of financial statements; could you take a look and tell me how to proceed?"

Jiang Shu took the bill, stared at the series of negative numbers, and was momentarily bewildered: "What does this mean?"

(End of this chapter)