Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

Sure enough, Liu Yifei looked at him even more strangely.

It's as if it's saying: Keep making things up, I'm listening.

Everyone in Jiangbei was stunned; he had even seen the group chat content for tonight in advance—

[Shocking! A warm water version of "First Love" foot bath water has appeared!]

[Old Six Meets His First Goddess Again; Old Flame Seems to Rekindle Through Foot Bath Water!]

[This humble observer witnessed Lao Liu's dark past being publicly shamed!]

[From singing and playing instruments downstairs to a warm water bath, Lao Liu's love story is surprisingly wild?]

……

The thought that those celebrities in the group might laugh at him for the rest of his life made Jiang Bei want to strangle Ruan Fei on the spot.

Why the hell did you have to pick someone else?

Of all people, they brought her here!

Is this to help me register a company, or is it just a deliberate attempt to sabotage me?!

Qin Lan, oblivious to how explosive her explanation had been, assumed Jiang Bei was genuinely troubled by his silence and lowered her voice further:

"I actually felt quite guilty about it afterwards."

"I feel really bad that you got punished for that."

"It's just... I haven't had a chance to explain it to you yet."

As soon as she said that, the gossip fire in Liu Yifei's eyes burned even brighter.

Good guy.

Not only is the foot bath water genuine.

Even the disciplinary action was real.

This is no ordinary classmate.

This is clearly a prequel to a whole youth campus romance series, complete with side stories.

Liu Yifei crossed her arms and leaned back slightly on the sofa, adopting a posture that said, "You guys continue, I have to listen to the whole thing today."

Jiangbei is going crazy.

He doesn't even dare to look at Liu Yifei now.

It's obvious at a glance that this girl is probably already imagining some melodramatic story of "a down-on-his-luck scholar pursuing love, only to be awakened by a bucket of warm water thrown on him by his white moonlight."

Just as he was racking his brains, trying to find a reason to move on from this period—

My phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Bei looked down and saw: Guo Jian.

At that moment, he almost kowtowed to his godfather on the spot.

Help!

A real life-saving call!

Without thinking, he practically rushed to press the call button:

"Hello!"

The speed and urgency of the voice startled even Guo Jian on the other end of the phone.

"...Sixth Brother, is there a fire over there?"

"More or less."

Jiang Bei blurted out, then realized his mistake, quickly coughed, and said seriously:

"No, let's get down to business."

Guo Jian didn't think much of it and spoke directly:

"Our CEO, Li Xiangdong, happens to be in Beijing right now."

"He wants to ask you and the fairy sister if you have time tomorrow to discuss the song and script in person."

Upon hearing this, Jiangbei felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

Mr. Li from Mobile? Script? Song?

good good!

Forget about discussing scripts, I'd be willing to discuss mobile base station deployment plans right now!

"I have time!"

"Of course I have time!"

Jiang Bei answered very quickly, as if he was afraid that Guo Jian would change his mind at any moment.

"Tomorrow will do."

"How about 'A Recording Studio' over there at 789?"

"It just so happens that Yifei is also going to practice singing, so Mr. Li can listen to her demo while he's there."

On the other end of the phone, Guo Jian was visibly silent for two seconds.

She was probably taken aback by his overly enthusiastic, almost fawning attitude.

"...Okay, I'll go talk to Mr. Li."

"Then tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Bei let out a long sigh of relief.

I survived! I finally survived!

However, before he could catch his breath, he looked up and met Liu Yifei's ambiguous smile.

That look in his eyes was subtle, as if it were saying—

The way you answered the phone just now, it was like you were fleeing a disaster.

Jiang Bei's lips twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm:

"Mr. Li has come here on important business."

"I can't possibly neglect them."

"oh--"

Liu Yifei responded with a drawn-out tone, the last syllable of which took a meaningful turn.

Clearly, she didn't believe a word of it.

But she didn't continue to hit him. She just glanced at the time, slowly stood up, and picked up her bag.

"See you at the recording studio tomorrow."

"I have class in the morning, the kind I can't skip, so I'll have to go later."

After saying that, she seemed to remember something, turned back to look at Jiang Bei, and smiled slightly.

"Alright, I won't disturb you 'old friends' catching up anymore."

"You two can talk slowly."

"Especially the part about warm water."

Jiangbei: "..."

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

Ya Huazi usually looks ethereal and otherworldly, but when she turns cunning, she's like a knife stabbing right into your lungs.

He opened his mouth, as if to explain.

But Liu Yifei didn't give him a chance at all and turned to walk out.

As she reached the door, she casually added:

"Having a pleasant chat!"

Once the door closed, the room became quiet.

Jiang Bei stood there, completely numb.

He could even feel the vein on his forehead throbbing.

Qin Lan belatedly realized that her explanation had not only failed to clear up the misunderstanding, but had instead pushed the situation in an even more bizarre direction.

She pursed her lips and asked cautiously:

"Did I... say something wrong?"

Jiang Bei slowly turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with a complex and indescribable expression.

After a long pause, he finally uttered a sentence in a low voice:

"no."

You're right.

"If I say a few more words, my company might not even be up and running before my reputation is ruined."

Qin Lan: "..."

She was so embarrassed that her ears turned red. She quickly stood up and grabbed the documents and bag from the table.

"Well, I'll go take care of registering the company first."

"Shell company, equity agreement, office space—I'll start working on them today."

As she reached the door, she paused, turned back, and added:

"And... wages will be calculated starting today."

Jiangbei laughed in exasperation.

"Let's go quickly."

"You'll get your share."

Qin Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief and fled out the door.

The door clicked shut, and the room was finally completely quiet.

Jiangbei stood there silently for a full three seconds.

Then he raised his hand and rubbed his face hard.

He only wants to do one thing right now—

Call Ruan Fei.

Ask that bastard if he thinks he's having too good a time these past few days, so he specially sent him a "foot bath water plus" gift package.

……

Fortunately, her teeth aren't as big as Zhu Yiwen's mouth.

The "gossip within the group" that Jiangbei was worried about did not materialize.

Time flew by, and the next day arrived.

He made a special change of clothes.

A white shirt, black trousers, and gleaming leather shoes made him look much more energetic.

Then we took a taxi straight to "Yijia Culture Media" in the 789 Art District.

As soon as he got out of the car, he sensed that something was off.

At the entrance of the studio, Guo Jian was already standing there with Li Xiangdong, having arrived earlier than him.

Jiang Bei paused, then quickly took two steps to meet him.

Li Xiangdong was in his early forties, with a square face and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He possessed a refined demeanor mixed with the composure of someone in a position of power. But what stood out most was his white T-shirt.

A photo of Liu Yifei was prominently printed on the front of the T-shirt.

Jiangbei was at a loss for words on the spot.

These days, even high-ranking executives at China Mobile are such celebrity worshippers?

"Hello, Mr. Li."

He quickly reached out to greet him.

"Jiangbei, right?"

Li Xiangdong took the initiative to step forward, shook hands firmly, and even had a smile on his face.

Then, he casually tugged at the photo on his chest, speaking frankly:

"I must thank you first for this collaboration."

"It fulfilled my dream of being a fan of celebrities."

Jiang Bei's lips twitched slightly.

Good guy.

This doesn't look like a project discussion at all.

This is clearly a massive fan dream come true event.

"Let's go inside first and talk about it then."

He quickly ushered the person inside.

The studio owner, Wang Dali, had already received the news and had tidied up the venue in advance.

On the LCD screen at the entrance, two lines of welcome slogans were displayed prominently—

"A warm welcome to Mr. Li and his delegation from Wireless Music Base for their visit and guidance."

"A warm welcome to Ms. Liu Yifei for her guidance."

Jiang Bei glanced at it and had only one thought in his mind:

This boss really knows how to handle things.

The studio itself is not large; it was converted from an abandoned warehouse, with two floors, totaling only about 400 square meters.

But though small, it has all the vital organs.

The studio has everything: a recording studio, a reception area, a tea bar, and an office. And it's all very well organized; at least in terms of appearance, it's not shabby at all.

The group entered the house and took their seats.

The tea had just been poured, and the fruit platter hadn't even been touched yet, when Li Xiangdong put down his cup and steered the conversation back on track.

"Tell me, what's the first step?"

In short, let's get straight to the point.

Jiang Bei paused for a moment, and instead of answering immediately, asked a question first:

"The process... is already complete?"

Guo Jian grinned from the side and spoke first:

"Don't worry, with Brother Li here, this is nothing!"

Li Xiangdong's approach was more solid:

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we should be able to complete the journey within three days."

"But don't get too excited yet."

He looked at Jiangbei, his smile fading slightly, and his tone turning somber.

"Approving the process is just getting your ticket to the game."

"The real trouble is what comes next."

"You can have the money."

"I can give you the resources too."

"But this project must not be treated as a hobby."

As he said this, he leaned forward slightly, tapped his finger on the table, and stared intently at Jiangbei.

"So, I'll only ask you one question now."

"Next—how do you plan to land?"

"The higher-ups are all keeping an eye on this project."

"If you can't get up in the end, not only will you fail to deliver, but Xiao Guo and I will also get punished."

The room fell silent immediately.

The playful atmosphere of fangirling that was just moments ago vanished instantly.

The aroma of tea wafts through the air, and the fruit platter is glistening with fresh fruit.

However, an inexplicable sense of oppression permeated the entire reception area.

This is not just idle chatter.

This was the question the mobile company asked him before the project officially started—

Are you even capable?

Guo Jian also put away his earlier smugness, sat down quietly to the side without saying a word, and just looked at Jiang Bei.

To put it bluntly, whether the plan can be approved is one thing.

Once the project is approved, whether it can actually be implemented is another matter entirely.

But Jiangbei remained completely unperturbed.

He picked up his teacup, took two slow sips, and even glanced down at the color of the tea, as if to confirm whether the tea was worth the price of the fruit platter the owner had prepared.

Li Xiangdong: "..."

Guo Jian: "..."

At a time like this, you still have the mind to enjoy tea?

Only after setting the cup down did Jiang Bei raise his head, his tone as flat as if he were talking about something completely ordinary:

"That's easy."

"The first step – creating momentum."

"To create hype?"

Li Xiangdong raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing a hint of interest.

He wasn't afraid that Jiangbei wouldn't be able to say anything.

What he feared was that what Jiang Bei said was all empty talk typical of college student entrepreneurs.

The idea of ​​"creating content first," "operating gradually," and "building a reputation" is misleading.

He was sick of reading those kinds of things in his reports.

But Jiangbei is clearly not that route.

"Yes, to create momentum."