They surrounded me right after the breakup.

As the banquet progressed, the people around Jiang Han changed several times.

A female celebrity in a silver backless dress walked over, holding a wine glass.

She's been a top star in period dramas in recent years; her name is Lin Xuan.

"President Jiang, I've heard so much about you! Your speech tonight left a particularly deep impression on me."

She leaned forward slightly as she spoke, and the neckline of her dress was very low.

"I'm currently transitioning into a new career path, and I'd like to pursue music. I was wondering if Mr. Jiang would have the time to offer some guidance?"

Jiang Han glanced at her.

"For career transition issues, contact Teacher Fang; he's in charge of artist training."

Lin Xuan smiled and placed the wine glass on the tray of a passing waiter.

She reached out and shook hands with Jiang Han, then released her grip.

Jiang Han suddenly found a room key in his hand.

"I'll only be staying in Jingzhou tonight."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

Jiang Han looked down at the room key in his hand.

Shangri-La, 28th floor, suite number with four 8s.

He placed the room key on the dessert table next to him.

He raised his champagne glass again and clinked it with the Emperor Director who was walking towards him.

When the dinner ended, Fang Chongwen came over and lowered his voice.

"Chairman Jiang, President Wang asked if you would like to come over for a chat."

Wang Jing is the vice president of Warner Music and a veteran in the entertainment industry.

The people he organized were all prominent figures in the industry.

Jiang Han placed the champagne glass on the waiter's tray.

"Go ahead, give the old money a little face with the new money."

Three black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked in the underground parking garage of the convention center.

Wang Jing pulled Jiang Han into the middle car.

There were already two people in the car: Chen Zeshan, the CEO of Gold Typhoon, and Song Ke, the founder of Taihe Wheatfield.

Both are representatives of established capital in the industry.

Chen Zeshan patted Jiang Han on the shoulder.

"President Jiang, when you went up on stage to accept the award tonight, Lao Song and I were sitting in the audience."

Old Song said this young man is interesting, and I said he's not just interesting, he's capable.

Song Ke nodded in agreement.

"Xingyue has been too powerful in the last two years. We old guys can't understand your approach."

……

The car drove through the most bustling commercial street in Jingzhou and turned into a deep alley.

Finally, it stopped in front of a detached house.

The building has three floors and features red brick walls with black wrought iron windows.

An inconspicuous bronze plaque hangs at the entrance, with only one word engraved on it: "Hidden".

The greeters standing at the entrance wore black cheongsams and had their hair up in a bun.

She clearly recognized Wang Jing, and with a slight bow and a smile, led the way.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Chen, Mr. Song, this way please! The private room is ready."

After passing through the lobby, I went up the spiral staircase to the third floor.

Pushing open the door to the private room, the light inside was dim.

A semi-circle of deep purple velvet sofas is arranged around the wall, and several oil paintings hang on the wall.

Several bottles of foreign liquor were on the table.

Louis XIII, Macallan XV, Yamazaki XVIII.

It was accompanied by an ice bucket and crystal glasses, as well as two unopened boxes of Cohiba cigars.

The sofa was large and soft, and the air was filled with the fragrance of ebony.

Several popular female celebrities were curled up on the sofa.

The person sitting on the far right of the sofa is a national goddess who debuted with a pure and innocent image.

On television, she always has long, flowing hair and a gentle smile.

She was wearing a black tank top, the hem of which was so short it reached her upper thighs, and her cheeks were flushed.

He was chatting and laughing quietly with his female companion next to him.

The other is a female singer who came from a talent show.

She usually covers her mouth and laughs shyly on variety shows.

Now, he's holding a whiskey glass, legs crossed, leaning back on the sofa.

The other two are young actresses who just had a hit web series in the first half of the year.

Jiang Han cursed inwardly.

Even when bending over in public, he would cover his chest.

He thought they were genuinely afraid of being exposed.

So they don't want the poor to see it, but they're also afraid the rich won't see it.

Wang Jing gestured for him to sit down and handed him a glass of whiskey.

Chen Zeshan picked up a piece of ice from the ice bucket, threw it into his glass, and shook the glass.

"Mr. Jiang, is this your first time attending an event like this?"

"I'd only ever heard people mention it before, I'd never seen it with my own eyes."

"Then you'll see what it's like tonight."

Chen Zeshan gestured with his chin toward the corner.

"I don't need to introduce the female celebrities in this room, do I?"

"Once you get here, you're basically on par with a waiter."

"Let them sing if you tell them to sing, let them dance if you tell them to dance."

Song Ke chimed in from the side.

"The resources are in our hands, the opportunities are in our hands; if you don't come, plenty of others will!"

Jiang Han picked up his whiskey glass and took a sip.

The lights in the private room dimmed a little more, and the intro to music began in the corner.

Eight young girls filed in through the side door, lined up, and stood in two rows.

She was wearing a miniskirt and a cropped tank top, a style completely different from her stage outfits.

Although the costumes on stage were short, the parts that shouldn't be exposed were still completely covered.

This fabric is practically useless; it covers nothing at all.

Her pale thighs reflected the ultraviolet light.

When she twists her waist, the navel stud on her belly button sparkles.

The neckline was extremely low, and when she jumped, it made people dizzy.

They had standard smiles on their faces.

A girl's shoelace came undone, and she didn't dare stop to tie it.

She kept tucking her feet under her skirt as she jumped, afraid the big shot on the sofa would see.

Chen Zeshan, who was sitting next to Jiang Han, leaned closer.

"President Jiang, these are the new girl groups that debuted this year."

"Her stage style is that of a pure and innocent schoolgirl."

"Tonight's performance is an extra addition."

"This is a one-time event; it won't be shown outside."

Chen Zeshan beckoned to the girl who was leading the dance.

"Come here and have a drink with President Jiang."

The lead dancer stopped.

He picked up the whiskey glass from the coffee table, walked over to Jiang Han, and knelt down.

"President Jiang, I salute you!"

The girl drank it all in one gulp.

All I could think about were the things my agent had repeatedly told me before I came.

The people in the private room tonight are all big shots; they'll do whatever you tell them to do.

Don't think of yourself as a human being!

Jiang Han glanced at her.

"What's your name?"

Her stage name is Xiaoyu, and her real name is Zhou Xiaoyu.

How big?

"19".

Chen Zeshan smiled to himself.

"President Jiang, this little girl is quite sensible."

After finishing his drink, the little fish squatted in place, unsure whether to leave or stay.

She only stood up and returned to the line after Chen Zeshan waved his hand.

The music rhythm changed; the girl group switched to a faster song.

The movements were even more exaggerated than before, and when the skirt swung up, it barely covered anything.

The big shots on the sofa started whistling, and someone slapped a few red banknotes onto the coffee table.

With a flick of the finger, the girls would sit on my lap without my consent.

None of the female celebrities accompanying the guests showed any aversion; on the contrary, they stirred up trouble from the sidelines.

Jiang Han leaned back on the sofa, looking at the room filled with extravagance and debauchery.

"President Jiang, how was it? More interesting than an awards ceremony, right?"

"They are definitely different."

"You'll get used to it. The rules of our industry are never written into the contract."

Wang Jing swirled the whiskey in his glass.

"Mr. Jiang, is there anything you like?"

"You can pick any of those dancing girls!"

"Of course, Mr. Jiang is young and in good health, so picking a few more wouldn't be a problem!"