Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

"Swish swish swish".

The pen swept across the end of the contract with a flourish, leaving a line of writing: Yu Le.

"Alright! Bro, you're such a straightforward guy, you deserve to be rich!"

The real estate agent, Xiao Wang, grinned from ear to ear, carefully folding the contract, afraid this cash cow might change his mind. "Here are the keys, and the utility cards are all here. Call me anytime if you need anything, I'll be right there!"

"Alright, see you later."

Yu Le waved his hand, dismissing the incessantly chattering agent like a fly.

The security door clicked shut.

The whole world is finally peaceful.

Yu Le stood in the center of this so-called "treasure basin," hands in his pockets, looking around.

Fifty square meters.

It sounds like a large space, but because of its bizarre layout, which forms a strange "L" shape, it appears particularly cramped.

The baseboard in the corner was half-raised, as if mocking the new tenant's poverty.

Traces of posters left by the previous company remain on the ceiling, and the words "wolf culture" can be vaguely discerned.

"Wolfish nature?"

Yu Le chuckled and kicked the shriveled cockroach corpse.

"Even the cockroaches are starving to death, is this wolf a husky?"

He walked to the window and pushed open the dusty window.

The cold February wind, mixed with the dust of the capital, blew in, making him cough twice.

However, the view is really good.

In the distance, the North Third Ring Road is bustling with traffic. In this era where opportunities abound, everyone is busy making a living.

And he, Yu Le, finally had his own... makeshift troupe in this bustling city.

"The studio is finally ready."

Yu Le began gesturing in the empty room.

"This area has the best lighting. I'll put the boss's chair and sofa here. It has to be a genuine leather sofa that I can sink into, so I can contemplate life (and sleep)."

"This area, against the wall, can be fitted with a soundproofing panel and a recording set, and that will be a recording studio."

"As for this part..."

He pointed to the tiny patch of land near the entrance, barely the size of a palm.

"The front desk? Forget it, no need. We don't need to greet anyone, we'll talk about it later."

The plan is complete.

Yu Le nodded in satisfaction, casually pulled over a folding chair that someone had abandoned, and sat down without even minding how dirty it was.

Hardware is easy to solve; all you need is money.

Although he doesn't have much money left in his pocket, it's enough.

The difficult part is the software.

That is, people.

The current "company" structure is extremely streamlined:

Boss: Yu Le (who also does various other things such as writing lyrics, composing music, writing scripts, etc.).

Artist: Liu Qianqian (part-time mascot, and even a minor).

With this kind of talent, they wouldn't even have enough people to make it in the entertainment industry, let alone perform under a pedestrian bridge.

We need to hire people.

Yu Le stroked his chin, his mind racing with calculations.

First of all, real estate agents are a necessity.

Although he is actually doing this job now, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

There are some things that are inconvenient for a grown man like him to do.

For example, arguing with those brands, keeping an eye on the costume designer on set to make sure Xixi doesn't wear weird clothes, and acting as a "human shield" to block perverts.

The entertainment industry is a murky place, teeming with scoundrels and powerful figures.

Liu Qianqian's face is a femme fatale.

Once I join a film crew or attend some event, who knows how many greasy middle-aged investors or self-important so-called "talented men" will try to get close to me.

Although Yu Le wasn't afraid of these things, he couldn't keep Liu Qianqian by his side every day, could he?

He still needs to sleep, trade stocks, and enjoy his salted fish life.

Moreover, this agent must be a woman. Otherwise, it would be like inviting a wolf into the house.

It has to be someone who looks kind and gentle, but is actually ruthless and capable of nipping any male with ill intentions in the bud.

"This requirement... is a bit too high," Yu Le sighed.

Besides the agent, you also need a technical person—the arranger.

Although he has a library of hit songs for the next twenty years in his mind, he is not a god.

He can hum melodies, write lyrics, and even roughly describe the style of the arrangement.

But if you really asked him to create every single track, layering the bass, drums, guitar, and strings on top of each other...

Kill him.

Is that work for a human?

Purely physical labor!

Moreover, it's something that non-professionals simply can't do.

Yu Le came here to be the boss, to be the one who "gives directions," not to be a laborer.

Therefore, we need to find someone to be our tool.

You need to be technically proficient, able to understand his wildly imaginative demands, and most importantly—keep your mouth shut, and offer a low price.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.

Yu Le took it out and looked at it.

Caller ID: Maitian Liming.

Hey, isn't that the Money-Giving Boy?

Yu Le raised an eyebrow and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Producer Li, Happy New Year!"

"Mr. Yu! Happy Chinese New Year!"

Li Ming's voice was cheerful, and the clatter of mahjong tiles could be heard in the background. "Happy belated New Year to you and Qianqian! How have you been these past few days?"

"It's alright, except the wallet is a bit deflated, everything else is pretty good."

Yu Le replied lazily.

Li Ming chuckled awkwardly twice: "Mr. Yu is so humorous. Um... I wanted to ask if Qianqian is available recently? Our 'Invisible Wings' has been a huge hit, and the company wants to strike while the iron is hot and release an EP (mini album) for Qianqian."

"EP?"

Yu Le shifted his posture, crossing his legs. "Producer Li, I heard your scheme at Wheatfield all over the North Third Ring Road. How many songs are on an EP? Three or four, right? Then you sell it for twenty or thirty yuan and rip off a bunch of fans?"

"How can this be called 'harvesting leeks'? This is giving back to our fans!" Li Mingyi said sternly. "Besides, Qianqian isn't signed with a company right now, so we can discuss the copyright and revenue sharing..."

"Stop."

Yu Le interrupted him, "Who said I didn't sign with a company?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Signed...signed?" Li Ming's voice instantly rose eight octaves. "Signed with which company? Rolling Stone? Warner? Or...Star Ocean?"

He panicked.

This is a money tree!

Yu Le looked at the gray sky outside the window and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"They signed it for me."

"what?"

"I said, you've signed me." Yu Le repeated slowly, "I'm not very talented, I just started a studio, the full name is 'Salted Fish Turnaround Culture Communication Co., Ltd.', or Salted Fish Entertainment for short."

"..."

Li Ming was stunned for a full half minute.

"Mr. Yu, you...you're not joking, are you?"

"The business license is being processed, and the house has just been rented."

Yu Le tapped the ground with his toes. "So, Producer Li, interested in switching jobs? The vice president position is reserved for you, with excellent benefits."

"No, no, no, you're too kind."

Li Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Switch jobs to a shell company? He'd have to be crazy to do that.

"Now that you're going it alone, what about this EP thing...?"

"An EP can be released, and collaborations can be discussed." Yu Le changed the subject, "but I'm short-staffed right now."

"Need more staff?"

"We need someone to do the work."

Yu Le didn't mince words, "Producer Li, we've known each other for a long time. As you know, I have so many inspirations in my head that I'm often woken up in the middle of the night by melodies that pop into my head."

"But I'm lazy, too lazy to use those music production software."

"Your Wheatfield company is so big and powerful, do you have any skilled, quiet young guys who haven't made it big yet? Could I borrow them? Or... could you recommend a reliable one?"

Li Ming rolled his eyes as he listened on the other end.

Borrow someone?

Are they treating him like a headhunter?

"Mr. Yu, our company's arrangers all have scheduled workdays, this..."

"I have a few more songs here."

Yu Le casually tossed out the bait, "As for the quality, it's no worse than 'Invisible Wings'."

Gudong.

Li Ming swallowed.

Not worse than "Invisible Wings"? How many more songs are there?

If someone else had said that, he would have spat and hung up.

But it was Yu Le who said those words.

This is the man who can casually write hit songs and accurately predict the market.

Li Ming made a quick decision and his expression changed instantly.

"If that's what you mean, then we do have an intern in our company. His professional skills are undeniable, but his temperament is a bit odd. What's his name again...?"

He pondered for a moment.

"I remember now! His name is Chang Shilei!"