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"Want some lunch...?"

Even the female administrator in charge of reception was somewhat bewildered by Qin Hanyang.

These were all people who had been received by the CEO of NetEase, and they even took the initiative to ask to stay for dinner.

But she could still make the decision in this matter, and quickly said:

"No problem. There's still half an hour before our meal time of 11:50. I'll get you a meal voucher right away."

"Thanks."

When the time came, Qin Hanyang went to their NetEase cafeteria.

While queuing, he also ran into the female administrator from earlier.

"Doesn't your General Manager Ding eat in the cafeteria?"

"Of course, the leaders are all in their private dining room."

Perhaps because Qin Hanyang was relatively young and handsome, the female administrator had a fairly good impression of him and even pointed out a place for him.

After pointing, she muttered to herself, "Strange, why didn't any of the leaders come to dinner today?"

"Qianqian, don't you know they're still in a meeting? I heard it's an emergency meeting. Our department head and second-in-command were both called in, and it's still not over!" another person next to her replied.

After listening, Qin Hanyang smiled but remained silent. It seemed that Ding Sanshi was making a big fuss about "Fantasy Westward Journey".

Then, Qin Hanyang shamelessly ate the meal, chatting and laughing with several female employees in between.

After lunch, he returned to the previous meeting room and took a nap on the sofa.

It was 2 PM, the time for him to return to work, when the female administrator named Qianqian passed by and the noise of her pushing open the door woke him up.

"Hey, Mr. Qin, what are you still doing here?"

"Sorry, I feel a little dizzy from the food."

Qin Hanyang rubbed his eyes, and after waking up, asked, "Is your CEO Ding's meeting still not over?"

"not yet."

"Really? I'm waiting for him to call me after his meeting."

After Qin Hanyang finished speaking, he looked at the time on his phone and said, "Then I'll give him a maximum of another half hour."

"Uh... then please wait a little longer."

Hearing Qin Hanyang's tone, the female administrator was speechless.

What do you mean he should give President Ding half an hour?

So who's begging whom?

However, since the reception room was currently unoccupied, she didn't mind letting Qin Hanyang stay a little longer. She even went out of her way to make him a cup of black tea so he could wait patiently.

However, just a few minutes after the tea was brewed, the meeting room door opened.

The attendees all walked out with serious expressions.

Ding Sanshi's assistant walked at the front, hurrying to find the female administrator, Qianqian:

"Please contact Mr. Qin again this morning, the one who met with President Ding, and ask if he has time to come over again at 3 p.m. Our President Ding wants to see him."

"ah?"

Qianqian's mouth dropped open in surprise; she hadn't expected that the young man's prediction had actually come true.

Ding Sanshi's assistant frowned and said, "What? Contact them right now!"

Qianqian said, "He...he hasn't left yet. He's still waiting in the reception room. He said President Ding is looking for him."

"What? The person is still here?"

Upon hearing the news, the assistant quickly went over to peek and confirm before rushing to report to Ding Sanshi.

Not long after.

Ding Sanshi pushed open the door and entered, wearing his habitual smile: "Mr. Qin hasn't left yet. It seems you knew I was coming?"

Qin Hanyang returned the smile with the same smile: "Not at all, I come from the countryside and haven't had many good meals. I was lucky enough to experience NetEase's food at noon today. As expected of a company that rings the bell on NASDAQ, I wanted to have a second meal after the first. I was thinking of shamelessly mooching another dinner. I'm sure President Ding won't mind."

"Hehe, I heard Mr. Qin came from Chengdu. How about I, as the host, arrange the banquet for Mr. Qin tonight?"

Ding Sanshi extended an invitation with a smile.

"Then I'll accept it without further ado."

Qin Hanyang nodded, not intending to keep him in suspense any longer, and went straight to the point, asking, "I wonder if there's been any result regarding the proposal we discussed this morning?"

Ding Sanshi laughed and said, "That's right, Mr. Qin. I can agree to all the conditions in your proposal. We can even pay extra for the most expensive tier of the custom-made fan fiction."

"Can."

Hearing this expected answer, Qin Hanyang smiled slightly and agreed.

Seeing his indifferent reaction, Ding Sanshi asked in surprise, "Aren't you curious why I agreed?"

"It's simple, because Mr. Ding doesn't dare to gamble, nor can he afford to."

Qin Hanyang shrugged and said, "Whether I go to Mr. Chen of Shanda, or Delong, or even any company with the capital to make games that's willing to get involved and stir things up, I'm afraid that's not the situation you want to see. Am I right, Mr. Ding?"

"good."

Ding Sanshi readily admitted it, then immediately asked, "But before that, I'd like to know, from what source did you obtain this information?"

"I'm sorry, I have no comment."

Qin Hanyang shook his head; he wasn't even bothering to make up any lies.

Faced with this answer, Ding Sanshi seemed to have expected it, shaking his head and taking a deep breath.

Whether it's an insider or a corporate spy, we can leave time to investigate them later. But since he agreed to Qin Hanyang's request and was willing to sign a business deal with him, he naturally wants an explanation.

"I understand if Mr. Qin doesn't say anything, but I've already spent the money, so I need some kind of security, right?"

"I can guarantee that no one but me can cause trouble for Mr. Ding in this regard."

"What guarantees do you have?" Ding Sanshi retorted.

"There's nothing there. I'm a person who values ​​integrity."

Qin Hanyang didn't want to do anything on paper with him, as that would easily give others leverage against him.

"Okay, that's enough!"

Ding Sanshi had no choice but to accept his defeat, as he couldn't do anything about his shameless behavior.

It was fortunate that Qin Hanyang came to meet him under the guise of Delong; otherwise, Ding Sanshi might have really considered contacting the police to arrest Qin Hanyang...

"I'll have my assistant sign the contract and bring it to you. As for the payment, you can discuss it with my assistant whenever you need it. I can't keep you company for now."

"Okay, Mr. Ding."

Qin Hanyang smiled and waved goodbye to Ding Sanshi. As Ding Sanshi reached the door, Qin Hanyang said again,

"Mr. Ding, there's no need to arrange a banquet tonight. I look forward to seeing you again in the future. Then we'll be waiting for that celebratory banquet for 'Dream of the West'!"

"..."

Faced with Qin Hanyang's ambiguous teasing, Ding Sanshi nearly fell over.

It's just Fantasy Westward Journey, right? If you know it, just say so! Why are you being so disgusting?

Ding Sanshi didn't speak, but turned back and gave Qin Hanyang a deep look. Then he forced a smile, nodded, and quickly left.

He vowed to thoroughly rectify the situation and find the mole within the company who leaked information!

Watching Ding Sanshi leave, Qin Hanyang breathed a sigh of relief.

I waited all day long, but it was worth it!

He knew that Ding Sanshi would eventually compromise!

He simply couldn't afford to gamble on the risk of the gameplay and content of "Fantasy Westward Journey" being leaked!

Over the next half hour, Qin Hanyang received the contract. As for the subsequent payments, that was left to Tang Lin to handle with them.

As for tonight's banquet, Qin Hanyang dared not go no matter what.

His actions were not much different from extortion!

Ding Sanshi can no longer see his business acumen or the subsequent marketing results.

It's purely about spending money to buy peace of mind.

It's no exaggeration to say that Qin Hanyang is now a thorn in Ding Sanshi's side.

The latter probably even considered calling the police, let alone sitting down for a drink together, which made Qin Hanyang too afraid to attend the banquet.

The plane arrived early the next morning.

Qin Hanyang went back to the hotel to rest for a while, and then went to a restaurant in Guangzhou that evening to eat at a well-established Cantonese restaurant.

After dinner, the temperature dropped considerably, and it wasn't as hot as during the day.

Qin Hanyang rented a bicycle and rode along the pedestrian path by the moat, enjoying the breeze. When he got into the swing of things, he even proudly let go of his hands to show off his skills, feeling quite content for a moment.

"It's so good to be young~"

Although I am alone, this kind of insight is something I could never have in my past life.

He rode through most of Guangzhou in one go before finally finishing.

After returning the bicycle to the bicycle shop, Qin Hanyang strolled along the road and happened to catch a glimpse of a noisy commotion ahead.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a marketing campaign by a roadside bar, with a large crowd of passersby already gathered at the entrance.

"Come and see! Tonight, our Night Bar has invited a special guest—the champion singer from a CCTV program!"

Who is this?

"It seems to be a singer from our Guangdong province."

"What kind of champion singer?"

"Don't listen to this boss's nonsense. He's just a small-time singer. That CCTV program called 'Happy Mobilization' has absolutely nothing to do with singers."

"The young singer is a local singer from Guangdong Province, so let's at least give him some support."

"......"

Qin Hanyang didn't really remember hearing the discussion among passersby.

At first, he thought it was just some random cat or dog that had been invited by the bar to perform.

But it wasn't until he got closer and saw a poster that it suddenly came to mind.

"It's him? Zheng Yuan?"

The poster features a young man with slanted bangs and slightly chubby cheeks, striking a rather unsophisticated pose with his hands in a V-shape.

This person might not be familiar to those born in the 90s.

But his songs left a very deep impression on those born in the 80s and 90s.

—"Ten Thousand Reasons"!

It was with this song that Zheng Yuan became the undisputed champion of the best-selling hit songs in the era of wireless ringtones!

Downloads reached a staggering 120 million!

It crushed Jay Chou and a host of other stars!

This is paid data, not free!

Its brainwashing effect is comparable to, or even surpasses, the later hits like "Little Apple" and "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend"!

"By the way, has this song been released yet? Hmm... definitely not, otherwise why would he still be a resident singer here?"

Thinking of the crucial point, Qin Hanyang leaned closer and asked:

Are there any seats available?

"Yes, yes!"

The marketing staff member quickly signaled to a staff member behind him, who then stepped forward to lead Qin Hanyang to a booth.

"Sir, all the tables have been reserved. Only booths are available now, with a minimum spend of..."

"Just a booth."

The bar was only half full, but Qin Hanyang was easygoing and didn't care about the booth or table setup. It was expensive, but it was spacious and had a good view. He was tired from cycling, so he ordered a cocktail to enjoy.

"Okay, sir. Also, the resident singer tonight won't be on stage until 10 o'clock, so please wait 40 minutes."

"It's alright."

Qin Hanyang waved his hand, dismissing him.

Perhaps because Zheng Yuan is quite popular locally, people started to come into the bar one after another, and it was full in less than twenty minutes.

Suddenly, two girls, holding hands, circled around Qin Hanyang twice.

Finally, unable to resist, I stepped forward and asked:

"Hi, handsome, can I share a table with you? There are no seats available."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang glanced at her in the dim light and thought, "Hmm, not ugly."

"Okay, let's settle the money first, one hundred each. You can pay for whatever you want to drink yourself."

"it is good."

The girl in the lead had dyed her hair blonde. She nodded in agreement, and the two of them sat down to Qin Hanyang's right.

There was some distance between them, and Qin Hanyang didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

At ten o'clock, Zheng Yuan arrived as scheduled.

He started by introducing himself: "Hello everyone, I'm Zheng Yuan..."

"Oh~"

"Zheng Yuan, I love you!"

"come on!"

Cheers erupted from several tables and booths inside the bar, with screams as loud as those of music fans.

Qin Hanyang was also startled.

Because the two girls next to him were also there for Zheng Yuan, they were waving wildly at the stage.

But Zheng Yuan didn't say much. After waving his hand, he began his singing performance.

"Next up is my debut single, 'A Boy's Thoughts,' I hope you enjoy it."

"woo~"

As the accompaniment and singing began, the girl who was sharing a table with Qin Hanyang was completely captivated and even started singing along.

When the first song ended, he noticed that Qin Hanyang next to him remained unmoved, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation:

"Handsome guy, don't you think it sounds nice?"

"Emm...it's alright."

Qin Hanyang actually wanted to say something harsh, but he was afraid of getting beaten up.

However, he came here today specifically for Zheng Yuan himself; his songs didn't really appeal to Qin Hanyang.

The blonde girl exclaimed in surprise, "No way, handsome! Almost everyone here today is a fan because of Yuan Ge. Aren't you a fan?"

Qin Hanyang shrugged and smiled, "I'm just a passerby."

"Uh... okay."

Upon hearing this, the blonde girl immediately lost all interest and stopped talking to him.

It seemed to be to corroborate her statement.

After the song ended, some fans even bought flower baskets at the bar to express their support for Zheng Yuan.

There were more than ten of them, and the bar host was creating a huge buzz about it.

Comparable to the way talent-based live streamers were tipped in later generations!

There's even a fan donation segment after each song ends.

"It seems Zheng Yuan is quite popular; his appearance fee must be quite high."

"Hmph, our Brother Yuan is a talented singer, a professionally trained artist, not some self-taught one."

The blonde girl next to him heard Qin Hanyang's whisper and immediately started explaining.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang felt somewhat helpless.

After finishing his fourth song, he beckoned to a bartender, whispered a few words in his ear, and then...

A moment later, the bar host picked up the microphone and pointed to Qin Hanyang's location.

"Thank you to our V12 guest for the 10 flower baskets and royal salute for tonight's guest singer!"