Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 144 Gu Yang's Counterattack
The following day, filming for "Idol Producer" continued.

Gu Yang sat cross-legged on the mentor's seat, twirling a pen in his hand.

On stage, a blond-haired boy wearing a semi-transparent fishnet outfit was performing his original song, repeatedly singing "Just because you are too beautiful" in the lyrics, and his dance moves were a bit clumsy but sexy.

The other mentors were holding back their laughter, but Gu Yang stared at him intently.

"This is Cai, right?"

After the performance, Gu Yang pressed the call button. "Your basketball... no, your dance has a very personal style."

When the camera panned over, he immediately switched to his standard business smile, showing no trace of the person who had been arguing fiercely with Jiaxing Media online the day before.

"Is Teacher Gu in a good mood today?" Cheng Xiao leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

Today she wore a champagne gold bodycon knit dress, the silky fabric perfectly hugging her curvaceous figure.

The deep V-neckline subtly reveals her delicate collarbone, while the cinched waist design perfectly accentuates her impressive bust.

At the slit in her skirt, a pair of long, beautiful legs, clad in nude 10-centimeter high heels, gleamed delicately under the stage lights.

As she leaned slightly forward, the faint scent of jasmine wafted into Gu Yang's nostrils. With her movements, the voluptuous curves of her breasts seemed about to burst free from the constraints of her tight dress.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he quickly handed over a mint: "How could I not be in a good mood seeing such a promising trainee? Teacher Cheng, would you like one?"

His gaze, however, was uncontrollably drawn to Cheng Xiao's prominent cleavage, made even more pronounced by her bending over.

My eyes were glued to the screen!

Cheng Xiao noticed his gaze, her face flushed, and she glared at him fiercely, but she didn't flinch and forced herself to remain calm.

"Teacher Gu, the internet is in an uproar, but you seem to be enjoying peace and quiet here."

"Hey, young people, huh?" Gu Yang forced himself to look away and pointed to the student on stage wiping his sweat.

"Like this student Cai, he dances very uniquely now, and he might become a sensation in a few months."

He paused, then his gaze unconsciously drifted back to Cheng Xiao, "Although it might be turned into memes because of the basketball video."

Cheng Xiao was amused by him and her body trembled with laughter. Her breasts swayed gently with her laughter, making Gu Yang's mouth dry again.

At that moment, the director was already calling for the next shot.

Gu Yang straightened his suit and stood up. As he passed by her, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Have you gained weight recently?"

? ? ? ? ?

Cheng Xiao's face flushed instantly, and she glared at him with embarrassment and anger.

Can you blame her?
Ever since Gu Yang started sending her various milk teas, desserts, and snacks every few days, she has indeed gained a few pounds.

Originally, under the strict supervision of her mother, her diet was well controlled, and her agent was also keeping a close eye on her.

But... these are all Teacher Gu's heartfelt wishes, how could she refuse?

How impolite!

Not eating would be disrespectful?
Seeing this, the agent could only helplessly turn a blind eye.

"Hmph!" Zhou Jieqiong stomped her foot in dissatisfaction. Today, she had specially worn a sexy backless dress, but it hadn't attracted Gu Yang's attention at all. "Teacher Gu, you're biased! Why did you only buy it for Xiao Xiao?"

Gu Yang then shifted his gaze from Cheng Xiao and glanced at Zhou Jieqiong speechlessly.

Isn't this obvious?
For boys, bigger is justice!
After all, if it's small, they already have their own.

……

10:30 PM, a private club in Yanjing
The door to the private room slid open silently, and Dilraba appeared in the doorway.

She dressed deliberately in a low-key yet sophisticated way today, wearing a black velvet dress that hugged her slender figure, with a small diamond brooch pinned to the neckline.

To conceal her identity, she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and her bright eyes behind the lenses gleamed with a wary yet curious light under the lamplight.

Her slightly wavy long hair fell over her shoulders, swaying gently with her steps.

His expression was serious and focused, but the slight trembling of his fingertips when adjusting his glasses betrayed a hint of nervousness.

Gu Yang sat deep in the sofa, his gaze fixed on her the moment she walked in.

"I'm three minutes late." He said in a deep voice, tapping his watch lightly with his fingers.

Dilraba smiled slightly and closed the door behind her: "Is Teacher Gu so concerned about time?"

“Every second counts.”

His gaze fell on her, as if examining a work of art, "especially when I'm waiting for you."

Dilraba chuckled and walked slowly closer, her high heels leaving shallow marks on the carpet.

She sat down opposite him, crossing her legs, her skirt flowing gracefully in an arc: "Now that I'm here, Mr. Gu, what would you like to discuss?"

Gu Yang didn't rush to answer, but instead reached out and poured her a glass of red wine.

The dark red liquid slid into the glass, shimmering with an alluring luster.

He pushed it in front of her: "Want to have a drink first?"

Dilraba didn't take it, her fingertips lightly touching the rim of the glass. Her nails were a clean nude color, with a healthy pinkish hue: "In the midst of battle, the commander-in-chief secretly meets with the enemy general..."

She looked up at him, her eyelashes casting a small shadow in the lamplight. "Teacher Gu, aren't you afraid I'll go back and tell on you?"

"You've been reading too many novels, haven't you?" Gu Yang glared at her irritably and chuckled, "Then you can call Zeng Jia right now."

Dilraba tilted her head: "Maybe I've already recorded it." "You wouldn't." Gu Yang leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, but his eyes were sharp. "Because you know better than anyone that what Jiaxing gave you is not good enough for you."

Dilraba's smile faded slightly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the stem of the glass: "Mr. Gu knows me so well?"

"I know more than you think."

"For example, with 'Pretty Li Huizhen,' you worked 18 hours a day filming until you fainted, and in the end, the company took 70% of your pay."

Reba's wine glass trembled slightly.

“For example, last month’s Puma Asia ambassadorship contract required you to attend all events personally, but Jiaxing forced five newcomers to share your exposure.”

He lightly tapped the copy of the contract with his fingertip, "There's also the overseas copyright revenue of 'Three Lives Three Worlds,' the contract states that you get a 15% cut, but they made it look like a loss in their accounting."

Reba's breathing gradually quickened, and her eyes behind her glasses glistened with tears.

“The most interesting part is this,” Gu Yang said, flipping open his tablet to show a dual contract. “The appearance fee for ‘Running Man’ is 300 million per episode, but the settlement statement from the company says 80.”

He suddenly sneered, "The remaining 220 million became 'newcomer training fees'."

The red wine swirled violently in the glass, reflecting the redness in the corners of her eyes.

“Oh, by the way,” he tapped the screen to bring up the flight record, “Last October you had a fever of 39 degrees and went straight from the hospital to shoot an advertisement, while your agent was in Sanya accompanying Zhao Ruoyao on vacation.”

Reba's fingertips suddenly froze, and a drop of red wine in the glass sloshed onto the back of her snow-white hand, like a drop of blood.

Gu Yang's voice suddenly softened: "And back in 2014 when you were filming 'Clark's Lover'..."

"You knelt down and begged Director Xue to give you leave so you could see your beloved grandmother one last time."

"But they said their schedules were too tight and they couldn't coordinate!"

“But have you considered this,” Gu Yang leaned forward slowly, “that the filming schedule was actually quite relaxed at the time, with the B crew filming supporting scenes. If your company had stepped in and genuinely wanted to coordinate…”

He paused for a moment, then said, "The production team could have easily rescheduled the filming. It was Zeng Jia who personally called the producer and said, 'Actors must have professional ethics.'"

Reba suddenly looked up.

"The old man kept looking at the door of the ward before he passed away..."

Dilraba's chest heaved violently, tears streaming down her face, her carefully maintained elite facade crumbling.

"Stop talking..." Her voice was broken, her carefully styled curly hair falling down to cover her face, "What exactly do you want?"

“I’m here to tell you,” he suddenly reached out and gently wiped her moist eyes with his fingertips, “that these aren’t industry rules, they’re just Jiaxing bullying you.”

"So?" She looked up and stared directly at him. "Mr. Gu, are you here tonight to stand up for me?"

"No,"

Gu Yang's gaze fell on her lips, then slowly moved back to her eyes. "I'm here to ask if you want to fight back."

"How can I retaliate? My contract is for 15 years!"

"The contract can be dissolved."

"The penalty for breach of contract is 500 million."

"I have another way to solve this!"

Reba regained her composure, picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and left a moist, vibrant stain of red wine on her lips: "Mr. Gu, there's no such thing as a free lunch. What are your conditions?"

Gu Yang stared at the red mark on her lips, then suddenly reached out and gently brushed his thumb across the corner of her lips.

Reba's breath hitched, but she didn't dodge.

"You got some wine on your lips." His voice was slightly hoarse. As he withdrew his hand, his fingertip brushed lightly against her lips.

Dilraba's heart skipped a beat, but she forced a calm smile: "Is President Gu always so considerate to his business partners?"

"Only for you." His gaze was deep. "My condition is simple—you terminate your contract, set up your own studio, and I can help you with resources!"

"And then?" She tilted her head slightly. "You want to take control?"

“I don’t want a controlling stake.” He suddenly reached out, his fingertips gently catching a stray strand of her hair and twirling it between his fingers. “I want to invest.”

Reba let him play with her hair and asked softly, "How many shares?"

Gu Yang chuckled: "Let's see how much you can give."

The air suddenly became thick and sticky. Reba could smell the faint scent of cedar on him, mixed with the mellow aroma of red wine, which inexplicably made her dizzy.

She suddenly pulled her hair back and stood up: "I need to think about it."

Gu Yang didn't stop her, but looked up at her and asked, "Afraid of me?"

Dilraba looked down at him, her red lips slightly parted: "I'm afraid you'll eat me up."

Gu Yang smiled, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling it gently.

Caught off guard, Reba fell onto his lap.

His arms encircled her waist, the warmth of his palms burning her skin through the thin velvet fabric.

“That’s how you eat,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot enough to make her earlobes turn red.

Reba quickly pushed him away and stood up, her heart pounding, but she forced herself to remain calm: "President Gu, this is not how negotiations are conducted."

Damn, this man has such a great body!
She absolutely loves this!

(End of this chapter)