A top star in the Chinese entertainment industry, but also a Taoist priest.

"Please speak, Mr. Fang."

"My sister's health isn't very good either. She's under a lot of work pressure, often working overtime late into the night, and she's always had neck problems and stomach issues. How about we take this opportunity—"

"Those are just minor ailments, nothing serious," Fang Ying said, frowning.

"What minor ailment!" Fang Xu exclaimed anxiously. "Last time your stomach hurt so badly your face turned pale, and that was a minor ailment? The Daoist Master is here, this is a rare opportunity—"

He then turned to Chen Shouyi and said sincerely, "Taoist Master, could you please take a look at my sister's case as well? I'll definitely charge you extra for the incense money; I won't trouble you for nothing."

Chen Shouyi glanced at him; this man was quite perceptive.

The agreed-upon fee had already been received. It was just a small matter of providing medical care on the side. Besides, the Fang family was the first real connection he had made after entering the world, so there was no need to fuss over such a trivial matter.

He smiled and put down his teacup: "It was nothing, no need for any extra expense."

Fang Xu was stunned for a moment, then felt a little embarrassed. He had thought the other party would ask for an exorbitant amount, but he didn't expect them to be so agreeable.

Chen Shouyi turned to Fang Ying and gestured, "Benefactor Fang, please extend your hand."

Fang Ying hesitated for a moment. Having worked in the film and television industry for many years, she had always believed only in practical interests and had never been interested in this kind of esoteric medical skills.

But she had clearly seen the change in her younger brother Fang Xu's condition just now. His chronic illness, which had plagued her for many years, had improved after just a few acupuncture needles. She had no choice but to believe it.

She hesitated for only a moment before extending her hand without hesitation.

Chen Shou glanced at her palm lines, asked a few questions about her daily life, and then looked away after a moment.

"I have stiffness in my neck and shoulders, on the left side. When it hurts, it extends to my head. Sometimes I can't turn my neck when I wake up in the morning."

Fang Ying's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she did not deny it.

"My stomach isn't good either. It's not that it hurts, but I tend to feel bloated, burp, and have acid reflux after eating," Chen Shouyi continued.

"I drink too much coffee and eat irregularly. My sleep quality is poor; it's not that I can't fall asleep, but I wake up after only an hour or two."

A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Ying's eyes, but she remained expressionless and simply nodded gently: "What the Daoist said is all correct."

She had been diagnosed with these chronic ailments countless times, but they could only be treated through recuperation. The other person, however, diagnosed them precisely by just looking at her palm lines.

"These are all occupational diseases. Years of sitting at a desk and flying around have led to deficiency of both qi and blood, and stagnation of liver qi."

Chen Shouyi picked up Fang Ying's phone, tapped a few times in the notes app, and pushed it back to her.

"Two prescriptions. One is for external application to the shoulders and neck. Grind the herbs into powder, mix with rice wine, and apply to the painful area for half an hour every day;

Another option is yam and barley porridge, which I drink for breakfast; it's good for the stomach. I've reduced my coffee to one cup a day and replaced it with black tea; my stomach feels much more comfortable that way.

Fang Ying looked down at the prescription on her phone screen, where the names of the herbs, dosages, and instructions for use were clearly written.

She looked up at Chen Shouyi, and her opinion of the Taoist priest rose even higher.

He wasn't the kind of person who just talked nonsense; the prescriptions he gave were practical, every ingredient could be found in a pharmacy, and every method of use was something an ordinary person could do.

"Thank you, Master." She put down her phone. "I'll try it when I get back."

Seeing that his sister's attitude had completely softened, Fang Xu immediately seized the opportunity and steered the conversation back to the main topic: "Sister, can the contract with the Taoist priest be finalized now?"

Fang Ying snapped out of her thoughts, took out a pre-prepared contract from her briefcase, and handed it to Chen Shouyi with both hands:

"This is a contract I drafted in advance, applied for in my own name. It has been initially reported to the group and is given the highest level of treatment for a new employee."

The contract is for five years, with a signing fee of two million. Profit sharing will be based on the company's top new talent standards. The terms are all reasonable. You can take a look first, Master.

This contract was the best newcomer contract she had prepared in advance, provided that Chen Shouyi could actually cure his brother.

Chen Shouyi took the contract, opened it, and read it carefully. The terms and conditions of the contract were written in great detail.

The conditions were indeed quite good, far exceeding the norm for a complete newcomer who had never acted before.

Fang Ying has indeed shown utmost sincerity in this matter.

However, there were a few things he was not satisfied with.

"Mr. Fang," Chen Shouyi closed the contract and placed it on the table, "there are a few points I would like to discuss with you further."

"Please speak, Daoist Master." Fang Ying sat up straight.

"Firstly, the contract period. I believe three years is sufficient, with automatic renewal upon expiration, but both parties have the right to choose not to renew."

Fang Ying nodded without refuting.

"Secondly, personal time and business activities. Company promotional activities and variety show appearances need to be communicated with me in advance."

Without my consent, I have the right to refuse. Furthermore, I require at least three months each year for spiritual practice, during which time I will not accept any work assignments.

Fang Xu pursed his lips, wanting to say that the conditions were a bit too much for a newcomer, but he glanced at his sister's expression and held back.

"Thirdly, endorsements and commercial collaborations. Any endorsement requires my personal consent, and the company may not use my image for commercial promotion without authorization."

After Chen Shouyi finished saying these three points, he paused and looked at Fang Ying.

"Is there anything else?" Fang Ying asked.

"And most importantly, I signed this contract not to become a packaged celebrity. I am a Taoist priest, and I entered the world to cultivate myself and spread the Tao."

Therefore, I don't need hype or a carefully crafted persona; all I need are good roles, good scripts, and a cast and crew worthy of those roles and scripts. The rest, I'll handle myself.

Fang Xu, standing to the side, felt a chill run down his spine. Such a demand was truly harsh on a newcomer; any other senior executive would probably have turned against him immediately.

Fang Ying did not immediately refute, but tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, already weighing the options in her mind.

The Taoist priest in front of me is no ordinary newcomer seeking resources.

With extraordinary medical skills, he can easily cure diseases that hospitals cannot. Even if he didn't enter the entertainment industry, he would still be treated as an honored guest by the top billionaires.

For him, acting is just one option in life, not the only path.

Not to mention her face and her demeanor.

Fang Ying has been in the industry for many years and has seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, actors, but there are very few like Chen Shouyi who can embody a character just by standing there.

Huace has been trying to become an artist management company for the past few years, investing money and acquiring companies, but it has never been able to cultivate actors who can truly carry the ratings.

Signing him is a sure-fire deal from any perspective.

Fang Ying put down her teacup and readily agreed, "I can agree to the following conditions: a three-year contract, advance communication for events, veto power over business collaborations, and three months of annual retreat."

Chen Shouyi paused slightly, as he had originally thought it would take another round or two to pull off the battle.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Ying added, "Taoist Master, the revenue sharing will be based on Huace's top artists' standards, and the signing fee of two million will remain unchanged."

"Okay." Chen Shouyi put down his teacup.

Fang Ying did not immediately prepare a new contract. She gently circled her fingers around the rim of the teacup twice, her brows slightly furrowed.

She agreed to the conditions, but how to implement them is the problem.

All of Huace's artist management business is now under the Huafan Xingzhi system, which was reorganized and established after Wu Yifeng brought Xingzhi International to Huace in 13.

With dozens of artists under its wing, the system has become solidified.

Simply stuffing Chen Shouyi's contract, which is full of privileges, into the existing brokerage system would take an unknown amount of time just for internal coordination.

Not to mention those terms that even top-tier artists can't get, what will people think if this gets out?