Going to work? Even a dog wouldn't go!

Chapter 53: Low-key and composed, with the demeanor of a great general!

Zhang Xian handed Liu Dongxu a cigarette, then patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "Everything is difficult at the beginning. If there are no complaints or violations, you'll still make money!"

"Just be careful tomorrow. Also, here's a suggestion: dye your hair back to black. After all, driving for a ride-hailing service is a service industry, so your appearance is very important."

"Of course, I'm not discriminating against you, you little blondie, it's just that many people have preconceived notions."

Zhang Xian's advice was quite reasonable. Liu Dongxu's blond hair made him look like a thug, and if he spoke even slightly louder while driving for a ride-hailing service, people might think he was being aggressive.

"Okay, Brother Xian, I'll listen to you."

Liu Dongxu nodded. The setbacks in his job interviews and his experience driving for ride-hailing services had completely eroded the confidence of this once ambitious American student.

Life is tough; even the seemingly simple ride-hailing job is so difficult to drive!

Zhang family.

When Zhang Xian got home, he was shocked. He thought Chen Huan, Chu Yourong, and Han Ziwei should have left long ago, but to his surprise, they were still there.

Moreover, the dining table was filled with various hot pot ingredients. Zhang Dongshan was washing vegetables in the kitchen, Chen Huan was helping him, and Chu Yourong and Han Ziwei were chatting with Zhang Zhaodi.

No, so this is how we start living together?

Zhang Xian suddenly felt like an outsider.

"Teacher Liu is back!"

Upon seeing Zhang Xian enter the room, Han Ziwei was the first to greet him.

"Teacher Liu?"

Zhang Xian's lips twitched; this was the first time he had ever heard such a form of address.

"How about I call you Teacher Six Senses?"

Han Ziwei added with a smile.

"How old are you?"

"22, the same age as Yourong."

“I’m older than you, so call me Brother Xian, it won’t be a loss for me.”

Zhang Xian shrugged, then pointed to the table full of hot pot ingredients: "You've been talking about the collaboration all afternoon?"

"No, I went to check on the office this afternoon."

“When Uncle Zhang registered the company, he only rented a small office space. Now that the company has grown, we've rented an office space of over 2,000 square meters. That place was originally a music company, with recording studios and rehearsal rooms.”

Han Ziwei excitedly introduced the new company, and it was clear that she was quite satisfied with it.

"Uh, such a large office space must be very expensive, right?"

Although Zhang Xian didn't want to get involved in the company's affairs, he was the legal representative and the future heir. Right now, the company only had a few people, yet they had set up a space of more than 2,000 square meters. Wasn't this a bit too big a step?

The key issue is that the rewards for hanging up your dad are random, and he doesn't know when his "inspiration" will come!
"Don't worry, you won't need to pay!"

Chu Yourong continued, "When Huan-jie, Weiwei, and I joined the company, we invested 2000 million!"

"Ahem, it's not about the money, I just feel like the company doesn't have that many people."

"But bigger is better, as it leaves enough room for growth and expansion."

Upon hearing that the three had "brought their own investment to the project," Zhang Xian had no objection. He was just providing one person and then waiting to collect the money.

"Brother Xian, do you have any songs that would suit me?"

"Now that I'm an artist in your company, you'd better treat everyone equally!"

Han Ziwei winked at Zhang Xian and then shook his arm. She knew that Zhang Xian and Chu Yourong's relationship was fake, so she didn't feel any pressure interacting with him.

"Uh, I don't think so for now!"

Zhang Xian glanced at Chu Yourong. Although their relationship had ended, he felt inexplicably guilty.

"Brother Xian, do you know what my style is?" Han Ziwei asked again.

"I don't think style matters."

"The important thing is, you're missing a good song!"

"Take Yourong for example. Before 'Decent' became popular, did you think she was suitable for this song?"

Zhang Xian had no idea what Han Ziwei's style was. He hadn't paid any attention to her before, and he immediately used PUA tactics!

Your style doesn't matter, what matters is that you adapt to my work!

"Uh, it seems so!"

Han Ziwei pondered for a moment, then nodded in deep agreement. Before "Decent" became a hit, Chu Yourong was labeled as a "sweet girl" and a "goddess of otaku"!
No one would have thought she could sing a song like "Decent".

"Brother Xian, if you have a new song, remember to call me!"

"I'll join the queue!"

Han Ziwei winked at Zhang Xian again.

"Got it."

Zhang Xian readily agreed, thinking to himself, "If there's a good song, I have to give priority to Nai Rong Bao!"

This is what true family is all about—a good friend who earns one dollar and gives back two dollars to himself.

As for Han Ziwei, we'll consider her if there are any songs that are really not suitable for Chu Yourong.

"Xiaoxian, where have you been running off to? Why can't I get through to you on the phone!"

Zhang Dongshan brought a basin of washed vegetables into the living room.

"The phone ran out of battery and shut down automatically."

Zhang Xian's phone died when he was at Lin Xiwei's house. He was unemployed and didn't rush to charge it.

"I was originally planning to discuss company matters with you."

"Dad, you can make the decisions about the company. You don't need to consult me!"

Zhang Xian quickly waved his hand, then said in a serious tone, "You are very experienced, you've seen more than I have. When it comes to running the company, we will definitely listen to you!"

"I'm only a few years old. My knowledge is far from enough to run such a big and promising company. I still have a lot to learn!"

Zhang Xian lowered his stance and showered his father with praise.

"Hmm, you're quite clear-headed, kid. Your perception is pretty accurate!"

Zhang Dongshan was flattered by the compliments and nodded with a smile, then glanced at Chen Huan out of the corner of his eye.

She thought to herself: She must have heard what her son said!

As the saying goes, "An old steed in its stall may still aspire to gallop a thousand miles!"

"Besides, Dad, you're only in your early fifties, the prime of your life. We, Xianyuyin, still need to rely on you!"

Zhang Xian added fuel to the fire, urging his father to step up, strive for advancement, and expand the territory, while he continued to lie low, with a clear division of labor.

At this moment, Chen Huan also came over carrying a basin of washed vegetables. She had naturally heard Zhang Xian's words. Before, Chen Huan thought that someone like Zhang Xian, who "became famous at a young age," would be quite arrogant.

After all, she had seen too many examples in the entertainment industry of people who became famous at a young age and then became arrogant.

Therefore, she was quite surprised to see Zhang Xian's humble attitude.

To achieve such remarkable success while remaining so low-key and composed—that's the demeanor of a great general!
The future is limitless!
Chen Huan became even more convinced of his choice; it seemed that joining Xianyu Music was the right decision.

With a calm and low-key creative genius like Zhang Xian at the helm, it would be difficult for Xianyu Music not to take off!

Chu Yourong, who knows Zhang Xian better, was speechless. What low-key and composed? In her opinion, Zhang Xian just didn't want to take on too much responsibility and only wanted to slack off.

(End of this chapter)