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

The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight, like an oblivious paparazzi, desperately tried to sneak through the gaps in the curtains.

When Yu Le woke up, she felt like she was floating on a cloud, and half of her bones felt limp.

He subconsciously licked his dry lips, and the scenes from last night involuntarily replayed in his mind.

It must be said that Xiaoli's basic skills as a dancer are truly unfathomable.

Even the dexterity of the tip of the tongue has been developed.

On the other hand, Liu Xiaoli was sitting in front of her dressing table, humming an unknown tune, holding an eyebrow pencil in her hand, looking radiant.

"woke up?"

She glanced at him in the mirror, lightly drawing an eyebrow pencil on his brow. "Go wash up, it's already past ten."

A hand emerged from under the covers and swayed weakly.

The recent filming schedule, coupled with last night's release, left him feeling utterly drained.

"I am unwell today, and from now on, the emperor will not hold morning court."

Yu Le's voice was muffled, hoarse from not being fully awake.

"Be poor."

Liu Xiaoli put down her eyebrow pencil, walked over, and yanked the blanket off.

"Get up quickly, we still need to go to the company to check the accounts today."

Yu Le let out a wail and resignedly got out of bed.

Wash up, get dressed, eat.

All in one go.

Sisi was still sleeping in, and neither of them woke her up.

Neither Yu Le nor the other person tried to wake her up for dinner to disturb her.

At this moment, a good, undisturbed sleep is more appealing than delicious food.

By the time the two of them finally arrived at Salty Fish Studio, it was almost midnight.

Yang Nuo was bored out of her mind all morning, and right now she was wrestling with the printer with a screwdriver, muttering to herself, looking like she was about to perform brain surgery on this old relic.

"Boss, boss lady, you're here!"

Hearing the noise, Yang Nuo immediately threw down the screwdriver and came closer with her face covered in chalk dust.

"This printer is jammed again. I was just thinking of giving it a 'shoulder throw' to fix it."

"...Very energetic."

Yu Le's lips twitched, he gave a compliment, and then went into the office with Liu Xiaoli.

The documents on the table were piled up like a small mountain.

Liu Xiaoli instantly transformed into a housekeeper, her calculator clicking away, before finally slamming a financial statement down in front of Yu Le.

"Take a look."

Yu Le picked up the report.

My gaze fell on the bolded numbers at the very bottom.

8, 650, 000.

8.65 million.

After reading the report, Yu Le threw it on the table.

"good."

He leaned back in the boss's chair, his hands clasped behind his head, his tone revealing no trace of the elation of sudden wealth, but rather an air of "it's just so-so" Versailles-like composure.

"It's barely enough for our next phase of trouble."

Liu Xiaoli, sitting opposite him, rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

"The way you talk, anyone who didn't know better would think you were the director of a money printing factory."

Liu Xiaoli carefully put away the report, her expression serious: "How do you plan to spend the money?"

Yu Le turned her chair around, looked at the gray sky outside the window, and tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest.

"First, we need to find a new place to live."

This tiny, run-down space of 50 square meters used to feel cozy, but now it's truly cramped.

With the signing of Ning Hao and his team, the place became increasingly crowded. Sometimes when they came in, they could bump into each other's backsides just by turning around.

If they sign a few more artists and hire some PR people in the future, the scene will be amazing, just like the subway line 1 during rush hour.

"Want to get a bigger one?"

Liu Xiaoli didn't object to this. She was pregnant and the poor air circulation in this place made her feel suffocated.

"Change it! We must change it!"

Yu Le waved his hand, his heroic spirit soaring to the clouds.

"I want a large, single-level apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the CBD, where you can even see the clouds while using the restroom!"

"We also need to get a practice room for Sisi, and a rest room for you..."

Yu Le became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, as if he had already built a business empire in his mind.

"Alright, alright, this is getting more and more outrageous."

Liu Xiaoli interrupted his daydream, "Let Yang Nuo handle this. She's so bored she's about to take the printer apart and reassemble it."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

"Achoo—!"

The office door was pushed open, and Yang Nuo walked in, rubbing her nose, still holding the screwdriver in her hand.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

"Director Yang, we have a job coming up."

Yu Le pointed to the chair in front of her, gesturing for her to sit down.

Two things.

Yu Le held up two fingers.

"First, find a new office space. This place is too small and doesn't match our current status. Go look around office buildings and find a bigger place. The requirements aren't high, but it should be in the CBD, spacious, and preferably with floor-to-ceiling windows."

Yang Nuo's eyes lit up instantly.

As the administrative director, she had long been fed up with this run-down place that even the deliverymen complained about.

"No problem! The boss is very generous! I'll contact the agent right away, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

"The second thing."

Yu Le stopped smiling and paused.

"This matter is quite urgent and important."

He stared at Yang Nuo: "Go and contact Daewoo Information in Taiwan."

"Daewoo?"

Yang Nuo was stunned. "The one that makes games?"

As a young person, she was familiar with Softstar Entertainment. Among her university classmates, besides those who played Counter-Strike and Red Alert, the majority played Softstar games.

"Yes, it's about making games."

Yu Le nodded.

"I want you to buy me the film and television adaptation rights to their RPG game, 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy'."

"Buy them all. TV series, movies, anything that can be filmed, we want them."

"Boss, are you... trying to cross over into another field?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just go and talk."

Talking to them about the "era of big IPs" or the "ancestor of fantasy dramas" at this point is like casting pearls before swine.

Some things can only be truly amazing and leave people speechless once they've actually been made.

"Regarding the price, as long as it's not an exorbitant demand, we can negotiate. Now that SARS has just ended and the economy is recovering, they're not having an easy time either, so this is a good time to buy at the bottom."

"Understood! Mission accomplished!"

Although Yang Nuo doesn't understand film and television investment, she has one advantage: she is obedient.

The boss said that poop smells good. Although she wouldn't taste it, she would definitely pack it up for the boss.

……

After seeing Yang Nuo off, Yu Le had some free time again.

With a new office secured, they've started digging for their future cash cow.

The most urgent task right now is still to get the theme song for "You Are the Apple of My Eye".

Although he was bragging at the dinner table just now, saying that he could sing too.

To be honest, his voice is only good for karaoke; it would be a waste to record it in a movie.

Moreover, he doesn't want to be famous.

Being a behind-the-scenes tycoon, counting money until your hands cramp, and occasionally playing with your wife and kids—that's the ultimate dream of a salted fish.

If they really debut, they'll have to wear masks even when they go out for barbecue, so what's the fun in that?

Yu Le skillfully turned on the computer and logged into her blog.

The account that boasts a fan list that includes "half of the entertainment industry's" celebrities is now overflowing with private messages.

He flipped through the pages aimlessly, trying to find a singer's name that would be suitable to sing "Those Years".

Sudden.

A private message caught his attention.

[Sender: Blood Flowing Against the Current]

This ID exuded a strong sense of non-mainstream culture, instantly transporting him back to the Martian language era of QQ Space.

The private message contained the following:

"Hey bro, I'm a fan of yours. This is part of the lyrics and music for my original song, 'Yellow Maple Leaves - Jacky Xue.' I hope to get your feedback."