Huayu 2007: Starting with Super Boy!

There was supposed to be a press conference.

However, due to the agreement with Tianyu, the press conference was naturally canceled.

"What's the next step?"

After signing the contract, Song Ke became much more approachable.

Because they're family now.

Wang Yihan pondered for a moment, "Let me rest for a while. I've been exhausted lately."

"That's true, get some rest. We're not short of time." Song Ke patted his shoulder in agreement, then said, "By the way, do you have a place to stay in Beijing? If not, the company can arrange one for you."

Wang Yihan declined the other party's offer.

"Okay, just remember to call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Song."

"Hey, why call me President Song? I'm not that much older than you. Just call me Brother Song," Song Ke said, feigning displeasure.

You're old enough to be my father...

Wang Yihan thought to herself.

However, he still greeted her with a smile, "Brother Song."

"Hey, that's more like it." Song Ke patted his shoulder. "Alright, go and rest."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave." Wang Yihan left.

I had just reached the door.

Suddenly, someone called out, "Wait!"

"Is there anything else?" Wang Yihan turned around.

"Look at my memory." Song Ke patted her head and then said, "Here's the thing, remember to come to the company this weekend. The company will hold a welcome ceremony for you then."

Wang Yihan was quite touched when she heard this.

Especially compared to his inhumane former employer.

"Okay, can I bring my family?" Wang Yihan asked.

Song Ke paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I almost forgot you're a romantic at heart. Alright, just bring you along. Sharing is caring, right?"

"Thank you, Brother Song."

Wang Yihan said goodbye and left.

East Fourth Ring Road.

South gate of Chaoyang Park.

Palm Springs International Apartments.

This is the property that Wang Yihan recently purchased.

Located on a mid-floor unit, this 240-square-meter three-bedroom apartment is priced at 26904 yuan per square meter.

Total price: 645 million.

Of course, he didn't deliberately show off by paying in full.

I only paid a 30% down payment.

Including all taxes, it cost him a total of about 200 million.

My savings shrank by a third in an instant.

However, he didn't feel bad about it.

Because money is earned to be spent.

Moreover, real estate is a high-quality asset that is destined to appreciate in value.

Especially houses in Beijing.

Get it as soon as possible.

Say.

If I make money and don't enjoy it, wouldn't it be a waste of my money?

Even in 2007, houses here weren't cheap. (House prices skyrocketed after 08.)

Therefore, those who live here are either rich or noble.

There are also many well-known celebrities.

For example, Zhao Ritian, Yingzi, Li Yundi, Tong Dawei...

The house he owns was also bought from a celebrity in the industry.

That celebrity is reportedly planning to emigrate overseas.

emmm...

It was no less significant than joining the National Revolutionary Army in 49.

What else can Wang Yihan do?

All I can do is wish her well.

Ding dong~!

The doorbell just rang.

The door was then opened.

His face was dark and grimy.

Wang Yihan stopped abruptly, pinched her chubby cheeks, and said, "What happened to you, you look like this?"

Wearing an apron and transforming into a little cook, Zhang Hanyun said with a wronged expression, "I just wanted to learn how to cook, but..."

Of course, it was a complete mess.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yihan burst into laughter, picked her up, closed the door behind her, and headed towards the bathroom.

After washing her face clean, I pinched her chubby cheeks again. "Alright, if you don't have the talent, then don't bother learning. I don't necessarily need to eat a single bite of your cooking."

What I was really thinking was: I'm afraid you'll poison me!

Back in the living room, Wang Yihan casually ordered takeout.

In those days, takeout was delivered by small cards from the restaurants next door.

Just call the number on the card to order food.

Food delivery was no slower than later food delivery services.

After the takeout arrives.

The two of them began to wolf down their food.

After dinner, the two sat on rocking chairs on the balcony to digest their food.

Zhang Hanyun leaned on his shoulder and asked him about the signing of the contract today.

"It went well, pretty smoothly."

"Well, that's good! Congratulations on finally escaping the abyss-like Tianyu." Zhang Hanyun muttered.

Her words still betrayed her resentment towards the other party for exploiting her boyfriend to the extreme.

"By the way, how did your talk with the company go?" Wang Yihan asked her.

The negotiations were going well, and the termination fee had been agreed upon to a figure acceptable to both parties.

But for some reason, the other party suddenly changed their mind.

The negotiations suddenly reached a stalemate.

It's been delayed for some time.

Zhang Hanyun immediately lowered her head and said sullenly, "Not good at all, still asking for ten million right off the bat."

Wang Yihan was furious. "They think they can take us for granted, don't they?"

Zhang Hanyun pouted, looking aggrieved: "Ever since they found out you were my boyfriend, they doubled the termination fee. They're such bad people."

Wang Yihan tenderly patted his girlfriend's head: "We won't tolerate these bad people. At worst, we'll sue them. Ten million? You'll eat shit!"

"Don't swear!" Zhang Hanyun immediately covered his mouth.

Then he burst out laughing.

My mood improved instantly.

Wang Yihan was a little surprised by Tianzhong Culture's sudden price increase, but not much.

Because that's the nature of capital.

However, capital also has its weaknesses.

Especially the loss of capital from a powerful backer.

Do you really think you're Tianyu?

Tianzhong Culture is just a roadside stall, yet it dares to bark so arrogantly.

Even if I break your head, no one will stand up for you.

weekend.

Wang Yihan took his girlfriend to the company.

The welcoming ceremony was quite grand.

Almost all of the company's contracted artists came, as long as they had time.

They all greeted Wang Yihan, this rising star, with smiles.

No matter what you think in your heart.

At least on the surface, things were harmonious.

It made Wang Yihan feel like she was bathed in a spring breeze.

The company atmosphere is indeed very good.

While his girlfriend was greeting her old acquaintance, Brother Chun, he took advantage of the moment.

Wang Yihan pulled Song Ke to a corner of the banquet hall.

"What's wrong? Why are you being so mysterious?" Song Ke's face was slightly flushed; she was in a good mood today and had drunk a little more.

"Brother Song, there's something I need to trouble you with again," Wang Yihan said, carefully choosing her words.

"What is it? Just say it. Didn't I tell you? If I have any questions, I'll ask Brother Song. You can't go wrong." Song Ke patted his chest loudly.

In Beijing's music scene, his words still carry considerable weight.

"Well, my girlfriend works at Tianzhong Culture, you know, the Hong Kong-funded one..."

"Alright, you don't need to explain so clearly to me. You know less about Tianzhong Culture than I do. The capital behind it is withdrawing, and the company is about to go bankrupt. Just get to the point."

Song Ke interrupted his explanation, telling him to speak plainly.

"Uh, it's about terminating the contract. We originally agreed on five million, but they backed out halfway through and are now asking for ten million. Even if I could afford it, I can't pay that much!"

Wang Yihan went straight to the point.

"Hey... these bastards, they've got some nerve." Song Ke was immediately annoyed.

Isn't this bullying honest people?