34: Chapter 34 No one can see this list.

Xu Qingya stared at her phone screen for a full two minutes.

In the chat box, the words "Who? Male or female?" hung there alone, with nothing else below.

Read, no reply.

She placed her phone face down on the table and took a sip of the lemonade next to it.

It was so sour that she furrowed her brows.

Assistant Yang Lele knocked and entered with a schedule in her hand.

"Sister Qingya, there is a brand signing ceremony in Kyoto tomorrow morning. Manager Chen says this one cannot be turned down."

Xu Qingya did not speak.

She wanted to stay in Pengcheng.

Her phone vibrated.

Xu Qingya turned to pick it up, her movements so fast that she felt embarrassed herself.

It was the flight information sent by Manager Chen.

Xu Qingya threw her phone into her bag, zipping it up with a bit more force than usual.

Assistant Yang Lele stood to the side, not daring to let out a breath.

"Let's go, to the airport."

She stood up, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor.

--

"blue and white porcelain" completely swept the entire internet within twenty-four hours after the show aired.

On Douyin, the topic #blue and white porcelain# surpassed ten million views in four hours.

"The azure sky waits for the mist and rain, while I wait for you" was clipped into a short video template, and it was covered over a hundred thousand times within twenty-four hours.

On the Weibo trending list, #Jiang Fan blue and white porcelain# exploded.

#Hua Xingyu Deaf Judge# exploded.

At three in the afternoon, Jiang Fan's phone rang.

It was a landline number from Pengcheng.

"Hello Mr. Jiang, I am Manager Zhang Lei, the head of the exclusive copyright department at Tencent Music."

""blue and white porcelain" and your other two songs currently have extremely high discussion rates across the entire internet, but there has been no official audio release. We would like to discuss the exclusive digital distribution of these songs with you..."

Jiang Fan leaned back against the hotel sofa.

"How do you want to negotiate?"

"Tencent Music is willing to provide S-tier promotional resources, buy out all three songs as a package, and the price is ten million." Manager Zhang Lei threw out his chips.

Ten million, for a newcomer who hadn't even debuted yet, was an astronomical figure.

Jiang Fan laughed.

"Manager Zhang, let's not talk about a buyout." Jiang Fan's voice was calm. "A revenue-sharing model: I get seventy percent, the platform gets thirty. The copyright belongs to me."

There was silence on the other end of the line for two seconds.

"Mr. Jiang, only artists at the level of a Heavenly King can get this ratio." Manager Zhang Lei's tone was somewhat troubled.

"Then you should wait until I reach that level before coming to talk." After saying this, Jiang Fan hung up the phone directly.

Tencent Music headquarters.

Manager Zhang Lei listened to the busy signal on the phone, stunned for a long time.

This newcomer is a bit arrogant...

But looking at the terrifying search volume for "blue and white porcelain" in the backend, he gritted his teeth and turned to walk towards the director's office.

Less than a minute later, his phone vibrated again.

"Hello Teacher Jiang Fan, I am the copyright director of NetEase Cloud Music."

"Fifteen million, exclusive buyout for the three songs. Plus, a splash screen recommendation."

Jiang Fan changed his sitting posture.

"I only accept revenue sharing. I will not sell the copyright."

Five minutes later, the ringtone sounded for the third time.

"Mr. Jiang, I am the music director of KuGou Music. Twenty million..."

"Sorry, I'm not selling."

Jiang Fan pressed the hang-up button, casually set his phone to silent mode, and threw it on the coffee table.

--

Early the next morning.

Jiang Fan, Shen Nian, and Li Cheng took the earliest flight to Shanghai.

The three of them arrived at a newly rented office.

Zhou Hai was already waiting at the door.

He was wearing a casual suit and holding a kraft paper document bag in his hand. Seeing Jiang Fan walk over, he looked him up and down.

"I knew you weren't an ordinary guy."

Zhou Hai clicked his tongue and handed over the document bag.

"Sorry for the trouble, Brother Zhou."

Jiang Fan took the document bag and pulled out the business license inside.

Company Name: Fanyin Culture Studio.

Legal Representative: Jiang Fan.

Inside the document bag was also a thin artist contract.

Jiang Fan pushed the contract in front of Shen Nian.

Shen Nian sat opposite him, staring at the white paper on the table.

The thirty-page, densely packed, exploitative contract she had signed with Shenghai Entertainment a year ago had ruined her entire life.

She reached out, her fingertips pressing against the edge of the contract, and flipped to the first page.

Li Cheng leaned against the wall, his gaze also falling on the contract.

When new Studios in the industry sign people, the contracts are usually darker than those of big companies.

Shen Nian's eyes scanned the first clause.

Contract Period: Two years.

Her hand, which was turning the page, paused.

Shenghai Entertainment's contracts started at five years.

She continued reading.

Revenue Sharing: Fifty-fifty.

Shen Nian looked up at Jiang Fan, who was sitting opposite her.

Jiang Fan was leaning against the back of his chair, looking down at his phone replying to messages, not looking at her.

Shen Nian lowered her head and flipped to the page on breach of contract liability.

Blank.

No exorbitant liquidated damages.

No ridiculous clauses about deducting appearance fees for being two kilograms overweight.

She read the four pages over and over three times.

Trying to find hidden text traps between the lines.

"No need to look."

Jiang Fan locked his phone screen and looked up at her.

"There are no additional clauses, no final right of interpretation."

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask him." He pointed to Li Cheng.

Li Cheng extinguished his cigarette on the side.

He walked over, picked up the contract, and scanned it twice.

The old pro's eyes grew wider and wider.

"Jiang Fan, are you running a charity?" Li Cheng slapped the contract on the table. "Fifty-fifty split? She is currently a nobody being blacklisted by the whole internet, and you're giving her the treatment that only top-tier celebrities get?"

Jiang Fan ignored Li Cheng's agitation.

He looked at Shen Nian.

"Are you signing or not?"

Shen Nian did not speak.

She picked up the black signature pen on the table.

She flipped to the last page and wrote her name in the signature column.

Jiang Fan put the contract away and put it back into the document bag.

Then he looked at Li Cheng.

"Brother Li, there is something I haven't formally asked you yet."

Li Cheng took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out one, and put it in his mouth.

"Ask."

"Fanyin Studio is missing a manager."

Li Cheng, with the unlit cigarette in his mouth, looked at Jiang Fan.

The office was quiet for a few seconds.

Zhou Hai tactfully picked up his bag, walked to the door, pulled it shut, and left.

Shen Nian also stood up and retreated to the window.

Li Cheng took the cigarette out of his mouth and twirled it between his fingers twice.

"Do you know my market value in the industry? The base salary and commission I want, this shell company you just registered can't afford."

"How much money does your Studio have in the account right now?"

"After deducting the miscellaneous fees for registering the company, there is a little over fifty thousand left."

Li Cheng almost dropped his cigarette.

"Fifty thousand to poach me?"

Jiang Fan took his phone out of his pocket, scrolled to the call record with Tencent Music, and turned the screen to show Li Cheng.

"A music platform offered twenty million to buy out those three songs of mine, but I didn't sell."

Li Cheng narrowed his eyes.

"My condition is a seventy-thirty split, and the copyright belongs to me. They are considering it." Jiang Fan took back his phone. "This is just music copyright. Later, there will be variety shows, film and television, and commercial endorsements."

Li Cheng stared at Jiang Fan for a long time.

He tucked the unlit cigarette behind his ear.

"Terms."

"Partner." Jiang Fan extended his hand. "Not an employee. You get a ten percent profit share on all Fanyin projects."

Having been in the entertainment industry for twenty years, Li Cheng was long past the age of being fooled by empty promises.

"What about the contract?" Li Cheng asked.

"Didn't prepare one." Jiang Fan laughed. "You can draft it yourself. If you're not happy working here, you can leave at any time."

"Damn it." Li Cheng cursed, but the corners of his mouth curled up. "I'm in."

--

Backstage at the "Tomorrows Star" production team.

Director Liang Boyuan's team was checking the list of guest performers for tomorrow night's duet battle.

"Zhao Tianyu, guest performer: Times Media A-list singer, Lin Jun."

"Lu Ming, guest performer: Shenghai Entertainment top-tier celebrity, Chen Fei."

He looked at the list, his brows tightly locked.

"Has Jiang Fan's guest been submitted? There are less than five hours left before the deadline."

"No." Assistant Lin Xiaoqing shook her head. "I've asked around. Shenghai Entertainment has put the word out. Any artist in the industry with even a little bit of fame doesn't dare to take Jiang Fan's job."

Liang Boyuan sighed.

The power of capital is too immense; no matter how talented a newcomer is, they are just an ant in front of capital.

Just then, Lin Xiaoqing's computer made a ding.

A new email popped up.

Sender: Fanyin Culture Studio.

She clicked on the email, took a look, and her eyes widened sharply.

"Di... Director." Lin Xiaoqing's voice stammered.

"What's wrong?"

"Jiang Fan's guest performer has been submitted."

"Who?"

"Shen... Shen Nian." Lin Xiaoqing swallowed her saliva. "Moreover, the email includes Shen Nian's artist contract filing certificate. She is now an officially signed artist of Fanyin Studio."

Liang Boyuan stood up abruptly.

Shen Nian?

The Shen Nian who was blacklisted by the entire internet by Shenghai Entertainment a year ago, and bullied by Hua Xingyu's fans until she fell into depression and quit the industry?

"Keep this list under wraps!" Liang Boyuan decided immediately. "No one is allowed to leak this to Shenghai Entertainment!"