192: Chapter 192 Making My Woman a Capital Tycoon!

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, watching the prompt on the semi-transparent panel.

[Lifespan Value gained: 300 points.]

300 points, converted, was only three days of lifespan.

Xu Qingya and the others could give thousands of points at once because they were Heavenly Queens, carrying dozens of top-tier endorsements, and their every move could influence the direction of the entire entertainment industry.

What about Song Siyi?

As the Chief Editor of Zhongdian Literature, it sounded like an executive position.

But in the grand scheme of the social hierarchy, she was just a high-level employee.

Her social status and influence couldn't compare to those stars.

Jiang Fan's fingers traced lightly over Song Siyi's smooth back.

To increase his gains, he had to build momentum for her and push her directly from behind the scenes to the forefront.

No one in this world knew better than Jiang Fan just how terrifying the IP of "journey to the west" was.

In his past life, this book had supported countless film and television companies and major game developers.

Now, this super gold mine was in his hands.

But he didn't have enough energy to manage the specific operations; he needed someone he could absolutely trust to take the helm.

Song Siyi was the most suitable candidate.

He would package all the physical publishing rights, film and television adaptation rights, and even the subsequent game adaptation rights for "journey to the west" into a new company.

He would let Song Siyi be the boss of this company.

In less than a year, she could become a capital tycoon whose favor the entire entertainment industry would have to court.

The night was deep.

After taking a shower, Song Siyi changed into a clean silk pajama and lay on the bed in the bedroom.

She didn't have an ounce of sleepiness.

She turned her head and glanced at Jiang Fan, who was leaning against the headboard.

Jiang Fan was holding his phone, the light from the screen hitting his face; he wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing his solid muscle lines.

Song Siyi withdrew her gaze and stared at the ceiling.

Too many things had happened today, and it had all happened too fast.

Her brain was still numb.

First, Qishi Chinese Network offered an exorbitant price to poach him.

Then, the Vice Chairman of the Writers Association issued a statement to ban him.

Finally, the two of them had tossed and turned on the living room sofa for half the night.

She had been an editor for five years, and her life had always been routine.

Today had shattered the life she had lived for the past five years.

Especially Jiang Fan.

The little boy in her memory who always followed behind her and would only cry when he felt wronged.

Now, he acted decisively, even carrying a sense of oppression that suggested he controlled everything.

His dominance on the sofa made her legs feel weak just thinking about it now.

Song Siyi turned over in the quilt, her back to Jiang Fan.

"Jiang Fan," she called out.

"Hmm?" Jiang Fan locked his phone and placed it by his pillow.

"What do you... plan to do in the future?"

Jiang Fan turned his head, looking at the back of her head.

"What do you mean, what do I plan to do?"

Song Siyi turned around, propping her head up with one hand.

The neckline of her silk pajama slid down a bit, revealing half of her shoulder, where there were still a few distinct red marks.

"I mean about the stuff online," Song Siyi looked at him.

"I read that press release from Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan. He represents the interests of the entire traditional literature circle. The setting of "journey to the west" is too grand; it directly subverts their existing mythological system."

"They are afraid, so they want to join forces to kill your career."

Jiang Fan nodded. "A very thorough analysis."

"The path of physical book publishing has been blocked," Song Siyi frowned.

"No legitimate publishing house dares to print books for you under the pressure of the Writers Association."

"Even if they were printed, major bookstores wouldn't dare to put them on their shelves."

"Are you done?" Jiang Fan asked.

Song Siyi looked into Jiang Fan's eyes. "And... and about us."

Jiang Fan didn't interrupt, waiting for her to continue.

"You are a Heavenly King superstar now. One song can shake the entire music industry."

Song Siyi's gaze moved downward, stopping on Jiang Fan's abdominal muscles.

"You certainly don't lack women around you. That Su Yuyan, and that Shen Nian. They are both big stars, beautiful, and have resources."

She paused for a few seconds, her fingers clenching tight under the quilt.

"Then what am I?"

This sentence was filled with intense insecurity; she was just a Chief Editor, collecting a fixed salary every month.

In Jiang Fan's current world, she seemed too ordinary.

Jiang Fan looked at her, not rushing to explain.

He reached out and pulled Song Siyi, quilt and all, into his arms.

Song Siyi struggled a little.

Jiang Fan tightened his arms, pressing her against his chest.

"You are my sister," Jiang Fan said, resting his chin on the top of her head, "and you are also my woman."

Song Siyi leaned against his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat.

"Stop trying to sweet-talk me."

Song Siyi's fingers drew circles on his chest.

"I've been an editor for so many years, what kind of scumbags haven't I seen? Sleeping in the same bed today, and turning cold and heartless tomorrow."

Jiang Fan laughed. "Then do I look like a scumbag to you?"

Song Siyi didn't speak, opening her mouth to bite down hard on Jiang Fan's chest.

Jiang Fan hissed but didn't push her away.

Song Siyi let go, looking at the clear tooth marks.

"You're just a bastard," she said, her voice a bit muffled.

"I took such good care of you when you were little, and now that you've grown up, you come to ruin me. You have to take responsibility for me."

"I will take responsibility."

Jiang Fan's hand slid into the quilt, tracing down her waistline.

"Right now, I'm taking responsibility for you."

Song Siyi grabbed his hand.

"You're doing it again? What time is it! I have to go to work tomorrow!" Song Siyi was anxious.

"Take a day off."

Jiang Fan's hand didn't stop.

"Take what day off! It's urgent now!" Song Siyi pulled his hand away forcefully.

"Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan has made such a huge scene, Editor-in-Chief Chen Ping definitely won't be able to withstand the pressure. I have to go back to the company and keep a close eye on things."

Jiang Fan looked at her anxious expression.

"Sister Siyi."

"What?"

"Go submit your resignation letter tomorrow."

Song Siyi was stunned. "What?"

"Resign. You don't need to do the job of Chief Editor of Zhongdian Literature anymore."

Song Siyi glared at him.

"Jiang Fan, are you crazy? I worked for five years to climb to this position. If I don't do this, what am I supposed to do?"

"Come be the boss for me."

Song Siyi didn't react in time.

Jiang Fan looked into her eyes.

"The matter of publishing the physical book for "journey to the west" doesn't need Zhongdian Literature to intervene. We will do it ourselves."

"We do it ourselves?"

"Yes. You will establish an independent cultural company as the plenipotentiary agent. The printing, distribution, and sales of the physical books will all be handled by you personally."

Song Siyi's brain buzzed.

Five million copies, even at a minimum price of thirty yuan per copy, that was a market value of 150 million.

"Jiang Fan, are you crazy? Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan has already declared a ban; traditional bookstores won't want these books at all. Printing them would just make a pile of waste paper. This is throwing money down the drain!"

Jiang Fan laughed.

"Who said I was going to sell the books to traditional bookstores?"

Song Siyi looked at him.

"If not to bookstores, then to whom?"

"It's the era of e-commerce now. Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan can control bookstores, but can he control the Internet?"

Song Siyi's eyes slowly widened.

"The harder he scolds on Weibo, the higher the buzz will be. This is called free marketing. Bad publicity is still publicity. When the whole internet is discussing what kind of rebellious content "journey to the west" has written, we will open pre-sales directly on e-commerce platforms."

Jiang Fan tapped the nightstand.

"Five million copies; I'm even worried that won't be enough for a single day of sales."

Song Siyi was completely stunned; she had always been limited by traditional publishing thinking, feeling that a ban by the Writers Association was a dead end.

"But... establishing a company, finding a printing factory, that requires a huge sum of money."

"I'll provide the money. Tomorrow I'll transfer thirty million to your account first. We'll talk if it's not enough."

Song Siyi looked at Jiang Fan; this man was not only talented in creation but was also a monster in business operations.

"I'll give you a thirty percent stake in the company," Jiang Fan threw out his final line.

Song Siyi shook her head repeatedly.

"That won't do. You wrote the book, you provided the money, and you came up with the idea. Why should I take it?"

"Because you are my woman."

Jiang Fan reached out and pinched her cheek.

"If you feel bad about it, take care of the subsequent adaptations and merchandise development for "journey to the west" as well. I want you to build this company into the largest cultural IP incubation base in the country."

Song Siyi's eyes turned red; she knew Jiang Fan was paving the way for her.

With the golden signboard of "journey to the west," this new company would quickly be able to gain a firm foothold in the cultural circle.

Her status would undergo a earth-shaking change.

"Okay. I will go submit my resignation letter tomorrow."

Song Siyi gritted her teeth, making up her mind.

Jiang Fan turned over, pinning Song Siyi underneath him.

"Work is finished. Now let's talk about us."

Song Siyi was pinned down, her hands against his shoulders.

"Jiang Fan, don't mess around... my head is very messy right now. I need to sort out my thoughts..."

"If it's messy, don't think about it. Sort it out tomorrow."

Jiang Fan lowered his head, blocking her mouth.

Song Siyi let out a whimper, and the strength in her hands slowly loosened.

In the bedroom, the sounds that made one blush and heart race sounded once again.