The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 339 (Patreon)

Chapter 339: Extra Story 4

As He Deyuan was preparing to leave, he heard the secretary's words and thought of the two people who had just entered. He felt a jolt in his heart and put on a smile, "Did the president mention what it's about?"

"I'm not quite sure about that, please go inside."

"Alright then." Thinking of his connections higher up, He Deyuan quickly calmed down and said to Ke Qining behind him, "Ke, come with me, I was just thinking of discussing with the president about changing your contract."

Ke Qining's eyes lit up, and he followed He Deyuan.

The secretary spoke again at this time, "I'm sorry, the president mentioned on the phone that he will only see Mr. He Deyuan, this gentleman please wait outside."

Faced with repeated loss of face, He Deyuan's complexion turned ashen. He took a deep breath, and although he did not dare vent his anger at the president's secretary, his expression grew similarly grim. He let Ke Qining cool his heels outside and arrived at the door of the president's office, straightened his collar, adjusted his expression, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Upon entering, He Deyuan immediately saw Ling Chunann sprawled on the sofa with the gold-medal agent Zhong Lian standing by his side, and the current head of Boyue Entertainment, a major figure who could shake the entertainment industry with a single stamp of his foot, was actually smiling at him?

Even though the smile was fleeting, He Deyuan was sure he had not misseen. Could this little star have a connection with the president?

Thinking of this, He Deyuan felt somewhat uneasy. Although he had some connections in the industry, he was insignificant compared to the president of Boyue Entertainment. If Ling Chunann had connections with the president, then his previous actions...

Feng Baiqin's gaze swept across the visibly nervous He Deyuan, "He Deyuan?"

Upon meeting Feng Baiqin's icy gaze, He Deyuan almost couldn't find his voice, "Yes, yes, President Feng."

"From now on, you don't need to come to work at Boyue anymore, someone will take over your artists."

"President Feng?" At this point, He Deyuan could no longer control his nervousness and instinctively started to defend himself, "I've been working in the company for so many years, I've brought out not ten stars but at least eight, I've had hard work if not merit, you can't fire me just because of someone else's few words." Saying this, he glared at Ling Chunann, "Tan Anyue, we could have discussed changing agents privately, why did you have to bring it to the president..."

"Take a look at these documents." Feng Baiqin cut off He Deyuan's words and threw a stack of documents in front of him.

Although unwilling, He Deyuan picked up the documents and glanced at them, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly flipped through a few more pages, his somewhat chubby fingers trembling more and more, sweat dripping down his forehead onto the paper, "This, this... President Feng..."

"These documents are enough to reform you for ten or eight years in prison, I am sentimental, considering the few months you served as an agent for me, I am just asking you to leave this circle, Mr. He Deyuan should know what to do." Ling Chunann spoke lazily, "Do you have any more objections to changing agents, Mr. He Deyuan?"

At this point, He Deyuan could no longer hear Ling Chunann's words. It was common in the industry to use young stars as bargaining chips, and everyone tacitly agreed. If it were just these matters in the documents, He Deyuan would not have been so frightened, but the fact that he had injected drugs into young stars two years ago to please a certain tycoon was also clearly written, and if this got out, even his powerful backers could not protect him.

After leaving the office with the documents in a daze, the room fell into silence again. Feng Baiqin placed the freshly brewed tea in front of Ling Chunann, "Is Xiao Yue planning to have Zhong Lian as your new agent?"

Only five minutes had passed since Ling Chunann and Zhong Lian entered the president's office. In fact, when he had come in, he had only just introduced himself, then took out a share confirmation letter to show to Feng Baiqin, and even the evidence he had prepared against He Deyuan hadn't been taken out of his bag before Feng Baiqin voluntarily completed the subsequent face-slapping session.

From the documents that Feng Baiqin had taken out, it was evident he was also prepared.

This proactive attitude caught Ling Chunann off guard, and he looked skeptically at the man whose face bore a

 slight resemblance to He Lianfeng and nodded, "Yes."

Feng Baiqin said, "Zhong, the agent, has been busy and just recently got some time off, he should really take a vacation. I'm relatively free lately and have a good network in the circle, how about I become your agent, Xiao Yue?"

Ling Chunann: "…Not really."

Perhaps Ling Chunann's look was too direct, Feng Baiqin finally restrained himself a bit, "Well, I think compared to Zhong Lian, I have some advantages..."

Zhong Lian suddenly spoke up, "Excuse me, President Feng, to interrupt, I remember you studied finance at Kyoto Business University for your bachelor's degree, and your master's degree was from the Ankes School of Economics at Country A University, unrelated to the entertainment industry. While Boyue Entertainment has thrived under your leadership, this does not mean you can manage an artist well."

Zhong Lian's rebuttal made the usually dominant man a bit displeased, Feng Baiqin frowned, "Mr. Zhong, I still have your resume, if I remember correctly, you're not from a related major either."

"Regardless of my major, I've been in the industry for eight years now, having brought out five internationally top-notch artists, all pillars of Boyue today, and I am confident I can plan the most suitable development path for Tan Anyue, finding the most suitable scripts for him."

"But I have more resources than you, I am…"

The two went back and forth, one boasting of his capabilities, the other of his resources, neither giving in. Ling Chunann listened for a few minutes and lost interest, not bothering to interrupt them, and walked out to get some air.

"Mr. Tan." Seeing the door open, the secretary came up, "Is there something wrong?"

"Just getting some air," Ling Chunann said, "President Feng and Zhong Lian are discussing issues, don't disturb them for now."

"Alright."

The president's office occupied an entire floor, and outside was a large glass-roofed terrace that offered a panoramic view of most of the city. It was morning, and the warm sunlight shone on the lush green plants on the terrace, which seemed to have just been watered, the undried droplets on the edges of the leaves reflecting golden light. Ling Chunann touched one of the leaves, and the plump droplet on the edge plopped to the ground, shattering into several fragments.

"Host, do you think President Feng is a grown-up?" 098 asked.

"What do you think?" Ling Chunann countered.

"Is... maybe?" 098, initially certain, became unsure upon hearing Ling Chunann's tone, but if President Feng's way of speaking and his gaze at the host were similar to an adult's, who else could it be?

"If you think so, then it must be."

Unable to discern Ling Chunann's mood from his tone, 098 grew even more uncertain, wondering if it had guessed wrong?

About fifteen minutes later, Zhong Lian found Ling Chunann, "Let's go in and sign the contract."

Ling Chunann looked surprised, "You convinced President Feng?"

"Of course, I am a professional agent after all." Zhong Lian maintained his usual reliable demeanor.

When the two returned, the new agency contract had already been brought in, Feng Baiqin's expression was rather unpleasant, "Sign it."

Ling Chunann read through the contract quickly, and with his experience, he could easily discern the generous terms of this contract. For him, these clauses were not only unrestrictive but also offered considerable benefits, something not even a world-renowned superstar could secure.

Clearly, his shareholder status alone was not enough to achieve this, so Zhong Lian's influence was undoubtedly involved.

After signing the contract and declining Feng Baiqin's invitation to dinner, Ling Chunann and Zhong Lian left the company together.

Zhong Lian called to Ling Chunann, "Did you drive here?"

Ling Chunann turned around, "Yes, do you need a ride home?"

"Give me the car keys."

Ling Chunann paused in his motion to hand over the keys, "What for?"

"I remember you still have three months until you're of age and currently don't have a driver's license. I didn't care how you managed before, but now that you're my client and a public figure, it's best to avoid such issues. Give me the keys, I'll take you home."

"…"

Rarely seeing the host at a disadvantage, 098 almost laughed out loud; this agent was too impressive, not only defeating the person resembling an adult but also schooling the host.

"098, your laughter is distracting me."

At this, Ling Chunann's cool voice came through, causing 098's laughter to abruptly stop, only then realizing it had actually laughed out loud,

 "Sorry, host, it wasn't intentional."

After handing the keys over to the newly appointed agent, Ling Chunann took the passenger seat, told him his home address, then continued speaking to 098, "It's not that I couldn't argue with him, but there was no need. He's my agent now, so naturally, he should drive, and I don't really like driving anyway."

The drive was uneventful, and the car smoothly parked in front of Ling Chunann's apartment building, "Mr. Zhong."

"Ah Lian."

Ling Chunann didn't mind the informal address, "Alright, Ah Lian. If you don't mind, would you like to come up for a cup of tea? Of course, to discuss our newly established cooperation."

"I actually have some work plans to discuss with you."

The two readily agreed.

Ling Chunann's apartment was on the eighteenth floor, the very top of the building. The building was still very new, and currently, he was the only one living on the top floor. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he was greeted by the strong scent of roses. Before him stretched a sea of bright red roses, at the end of which stood a tall figure holding a large bouquet of flowers, his smile radiant, "Baby, you're back, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

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