Yang Yu and Sun Chen met on the rooftop of the Victoria Hotel.
Both men overlook the entire Xiang Island, bathed in brilliant lights, a sight too beautiful for words.
"Having money is truly great," Sun Chen said with a smile, "but it has become my nightmare and shackles."
"Then what?" Yang Yu asked in return, "What are you going to do now?"
"I told my dad that I want nothing to do with the Sun Family’s wealth," Sun Chen said calmly, "I’m cutting ties with the Sun Family and am going to elope with Mrs. Shen."
Yang Yu said, "Did your dad agree?"
"He agreed, on the condition that I have to produce a son to carry on the Sun Family lineage, and my son could be raised by him," Sun Chen said with a bitter smile, "If I don’t have a son, no matter where I run off to, I won’t be able to live in peace."
"Same old, I won’t stop you, but you need to resolve all potential dangers," Yang Yu said, "You still haven’t accounted for the last incident. If you can’t bear to do it yourself, then let me. You’re afraid of your dad, but I’m not."
"My sister and brother-in-law swear they didn’t do it, and they also vowed never to send an assassin to kill the person I love. Should they break their oath, they are willing to accept any punishment."
Sun Chen gave a wry smile, "Although I don’t trust them, I have to give some face to my dad. Just this once, there will be no next time. Yang Yu, consider it a favor I’m asking of you, can we let bygones be bygones?"
Yang Yu snorted lightly, "You’ll have to ask my mother-in-law. If she forgives you, I definitely won’t have a problem."
"Alright," Sun Chen nodded, "I’ll call Mrs. Shen tomorrow, Yang Yu, thank you."
When Sun Chen left, Yang Yu sighed as he watched his retreating figure, "Such a passionate and naive man. I just wonder if the people of the Sun Family can protect that innocence of his."
The next day, Yang Yu, Tong Li’er, and Wen Yun went to inspect Fang’s Entertainment Company on Xiang Island.
During the last century, the entertainment industry in Xiang Island was highly developed and was known as the "Eastern Hollywood."
Many superstar singers and actors emerged, once dominating the entertainment scene in Xia Country.
Although the entertainment industry in Xiang Island is not what it used to be, it is still very powerful.
Wen Yun’s visit was to see if there was any experience worth learning from or opportunities for cooperation.
Zheng Yan had already communicated with the Fang Family in advance, so as soon as the three of them arrived at the doorstep of Fang’s Entertainment Company, a female agent in her forties was waiting for them: "Mr. Yang, Ms. Wen, Ms. Tong, hello, I am Ji Yuqing from Fang’s Entertainment Company, you can call me Sister Qing."
"Hello, Sister Qing," the three of them greeted Ji Yuqing in unison. Ji Yuqing was a bit flattered and couldn’t help but feel a good impression of them.
She knew their status but they carried themselves without any pretense. Her company’s young masters and misses simply couldn’t compare. Alas!
"Please follow me," Ji Yuqing led the three of them into the building, starting to introduce, "The primary sources for our company’s new talents used to be scouts and open auditions, and now it includes online selections, which you’re probably familiar with."
"One area where we might be different is in the method of our open auditions. Your auditions are very spectacular and full of fanfare, even using the process as a means of making money, not really caring if suitable stars are selected."
"We, on the other hand, get straight to the point in our auditions. Simple and direct. If it’s a go, it’s a go, if not, it’s not, all in the service of the selection process."
"Look, over there they’re selecting new talents, do you want to go take a look?"
Yang Yu smiled slightly, "Sure, let’s go."
The four went over to the selection site, which was a secluded room.
Apart from the candidates and judges, the rest of the candidates waited outside the room.
Through a mirror behind the room, Yang Yu and his party could see inside. They were using a special observation channel reserved for the company’s upper echelons.
A very pretty girl was coquettishly pleading to the five judges, "Dear seniors, please let me pass. I may not have talent, but I’m beautiful!"
The judges shook their heads, "You sing off-key, dance erratically, can’t remember your lines, have no skills, just a pretty face. We sign artists, not beauty queens. Go home, stop this nonsense."
"Yeah, you think this is domestic entertainment, where being pretty and making headlines, and having brain-dead fans is enough, with memorized lines as numbers?"