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"Chang Shilei?"

Yu Le rolled the name on his tongue, his tone flat, revealing no emotion.

On the other end of the phone, Li Ming spoke as fast as a machine gun, as if afraid he might not want it.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's him! This kid did participate in the production of Hu Yanbing's first album, 'A Man of Both Literary and Martial Arts,' and although his methods are a bit unconventional, his abilities are definitely guaranteed!"

Li Ming's plan was shrewd.

Trading an intern who is useless to keep but a pity to discard for a favor from Yu Le, the author of the scenic spot, is simply a risk-free and highly profitable deal.

Yu Le held her phone, her gaze fixed on the hazy North Third Ring Road outside the window.

Chang Shilei.

This isn't just unconventional; this is a future musical genius.

This is a future Golden Melody Award winner and a core member of the music team for the 08 Olympic Games.

Now he's just an unwanted low-level errand boy?

This is like going to the market to buy scallions, and the vendor casually throws in a thousand-year-old ginseng.

"Alright."

Yu Le sighed reluctantly, his tone conveying a sense of helplessness, as if to say, "I only took him in to help you."

"Since it was Producer Lee who recommended him, I'll give him face and tell him to contact me after the New Year."

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

Li Ming, as if afraid Yu Le might change his mind, said, "I'll have him report to your place after the New Year! This kid might be a bit stubborn, but he's good in bed and can take a lot of work!"

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

Yu Le hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

Whether the service is good or not is another matter, but the price is definitely cheap.

After all, they are college students.

Although college students haven't lost much of their value yet, you're still just an intern college student.

Look around.

This 50-square-meter "treasure trove" is filled with signs of decay, and in the corner there are still a few broken cardboard boxes left by the previous tenant.

This is where Salty Fish Entertainment started.

Extremely shabby.

If the future musical prodigy Chang Shilei saw this scene, he would probably call 110 (the police emergency number) before even entering the door, suspecting that he had entered a pyramid scheme.

It needs renovation.

And it has to be quick.

Yu Le took out the business card he had just swiped from the real estate agent Xiao Wang and dialed a number called "Da Chui Decoration".

"Big Hammer Renovation" truly lives up to its name in terms of efficiency; they literally just swing a sledgehammer and smash things.

In less than half a day, all the partitions left by the previous company were completely removed, and the whole room was as transparent as a bare, unfinished house without clothes.

Foreman Zhang, a straightforward man, asked with a cigarette dangling from his lips and squinting eyes, "Boss, what should we do with this wall? Wallpaper or some trendy artistic paint? I have catalogs here, European palace style, Mediterranean style..."

"Stop with all that fancy stuff." Yu Le waved his hand and pointed to the mottled walls. "Paint them all white. The whitest kind. As for the floors... carpet, gray, it'll stay clean."

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, forgetting to brush off the cigarette ash that had fallen on his pants. "That's it? Boss, this is way too... plain! This is a company, don't you care about appearances?"

"This is called minimalism, you wouldn't understand," Yu Le said with a straight face, "These days, artists all like this style. It's called leaving blank space, giving inspiration room to fly."

The truth is, we just don't have enough money.

The total renovation budget was only 20,000 yuan, and that also included a set of desks and chairs that had probably been used many times before.

If you go for a European palace style, you probably won't even be able to cover the toilet with stickers.

Although Lao Zhang doesn't understand what minimalism is, he does know how to save trouble.

Painting the walls white and laying carpet is a simple job that can be completed in three days.

You can cut corners on the hard furnishings, but soft furnishings... especially the things you eat, you absolutely cannot skimp on those.

On the afternoon of the third day, a small truck with "Professional Audio Equipment" printed on it stopped downstairs at the office building.

Li Ming, panting, directed several workers to carry boxes upstairs.

"Slow down! Slow down! This is a German-made condenser microphone! We can't afford to pay for it if it gets damaged!"

Yu Le stood to the side, holding the long list of equipment in his hand. With each glance, his heart bled.

Newman U87 microphone, Apollo sound card, Dynaudio monitor speakers...

After all this, 300,000 silver dollars turned into this pile of cold, hard iron lumps.

"Boss Yu, would you like to inspect the goods?" Li Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed over the order form. "I went through a lot of connections to get this channel price. It's only because of you that I didn't bother with anyone else."

"You've really gone all out... You're really willing to do this." Li Ming touched the mixing console, his eyes full of envy. "This setup is just as good as our company's Studio Two."

"To do a good job, you must first have the right tools." Yu Le stood up. "I'm counting on this set of equipment to record Xixi's album!"

Li Ming gave a thumbs up.

"Exquisite".

After seeing Li Ming off, Yu Le looked at the recording studio, which, although simple, was equipped with top-of-the-line core equipment, and finally felt a little more at ease.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

He walked to the company computer and skillfully logged into Liu Qianqian's Sina blog.

Account: Liu Yifei.

He has over 100,000 followers, and his private messages are full of "Wife, I love you" and "Mother-in-law, look at me!"

Yu Le ignored these hormone-fueled comments and directly clicked "Publish Blog Post".

He was ready to try his luck.

With practiced typing, he edited a new post.

Salty Fish Entertainment is recruiting!

Due to rapid business expansion (we just rented a new office), our company is now seeking one real estate agent.

【Job Responsibilities:】

[1. Responsible for coordinating the daily schedules of Liu Yifei, the company's only artist (core task: rejecting all unreliable dinner parties and greasy older men).]

2. Female, alive. Not suitable for those who are too beautiful (to avoid making the landlady jealous), and not suitable for those who are too ugly (to avoid scaring the landlady).

【Job Requirements:】

[Able to tear apart a pervert with bare hands and kick a thug. Preferably someone with training in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) or other martial arts skills.]

Salary and Benefits:

Salary negotiable. (All-you-can-eat!)

Interested candidates please send your resume to: xxxxx

Click to send.

Within five minutes, the comment section exploded.

[Hahaha! What kind of job posting is this? Did Sisi's narcissistic dad post this? Give the account back to Sisi!]

[Has studied Sanda (Chinese kickboxing)? This isn't hiring an agent, it's hiring a bodyguard! It's hilarious!]

Uncle, am I okay? My voice has been a little hoarse lately, sounding a bit like a boy's.

"I weigh 200 pounds, I've practiced judo, and I can eat three bowls of rice. Boss, do you think I'm good enough?"

[Hey upstairs, the boss said it'd be all-you-can-eat, if you went there the company would probably go bankrupt the next day.]

Am I the only one who noticed that the company name is "Salted Fish Entertainment"? That's so casual!

Yu Le looked at the comments constantly popping up on the screen and closed his laptop with satisfaction.