Chapter 382: Excuse me, Young Master Sun

The Sun Family is about to be finished?

Manager Nie Kai was a bit dazed.

He had been in the entertainment industry for a long time and had thrived, so he could see a thing or two.

Perhaps the Sun Family really didn't amount to much compared to those top-tier families.

But speaking of Subei alone, in this place, they were definitely one of the top existences.

And Zheng Qian was quite impressive, with unfathomable capital, but...

He was in Yebai!

Could a single word really influence Subei, which was so far away from the emperor? Did he have that much power?

However, since it was something Zheng Qian had entrusted to him, he had to get it done no matter what.

Thinking this, he dialed Mu En's number.

"Hello? What is it? I'm eating," Mu En said, his words slurred.

"Stop eating. Our boss has given the word. Name your price; we're going all out to promote Yin Yanyan now. As long as you can make her song a success, there will definitely be plenty of rewards for you."

Manager Nie Kai waved his hand grandly. The foundation was wealthy, with ten billion in funds; their confidence was well-founded.

"Name my price? Heh, who do you think you are? Old Nie, don't I know your background? Besides, Young Master Sun has already brought people over, and you know his influence in JZH."

Mu En was currently at Sun Zhifeng's dining table.

After Sun Zhifeng saw Xia Xixi in Yebai, he couldn't forget her after he returned.

Coincidentally, he had some business at the film base a while ago and saw Feng Miaomiao, who was filming.

He felt she was simply another Xia Xixi in this world, though she had a bit of a worldly air and lacked the workplace beauty vibe of the real Secretary Xia.

But it was better than nothing, so he simply found her agent and suggested dinner.

These female celebrities knew exactly what they meant.

Thus, after some back and forth and feigned resistance, the two ended up in bed and developed an intimate relationship.

Actually, logically speaking, Feng Miaomiao's status was much higher than Yin Yanyan's current one. She had previously been the second female lead in several hit TV dramas; she was very beautiful and very popular with the audience.

Strictly speaking, she was already a third-tier, or even second-tier, artist.

It was a pity that she had been lukewarm afterward; otherwise, it wouldn't have been Sun Zhifeng's turn to keep her.

As for Yin Yanyan, because she had been shelved for many years, she basically had no fame and was just waiting for this push from Zheng Qian.

Recently, Feng Miaomiao had been serving Sun Zhifeng well.

Coincidentally, his own business was developing quite well, and he had the upper hand in the competition with the Su Family. As long as things continued at this pace, he would surely be able to lead his family into the Songshang Club.

So, he simply threw some money at it, taking out a few million to package Feng Miaomiao.

He had always had a hobby: he liked playing with female celebrities.

Especially when doing that kind of thing, he would play her shows or songs on the TV for excitement.

Mu En was also used to the ins and outs of the entertainment industry; seeing the two being lovey-dovey at the table, he was not surprised. He thought that earning money was the only thing that mattered, and everything else had nothing to do with him.

"This time is different. You know Yin Yanyan, right? My boss has set up a separate foundation for her. I know Young Master Sun offered you a few million, but that's small change. Just name your number," Manager Nie Kai said generously.

Mu En sneered repeatedly. Name his price? Any amount of money?

He was a gold-medal producer, but after all, he wasn't a star. Being able to get three million for a song was already an astronomical price.

Thinking of quickly dismissing Manager Nie Kai, he casually said, "Twenty million."

He was originally waiting for Manager Nie Kai to swear at him.

But unexpectedly, after saying this number, the person on the other end of the phone let out a sigh of relief.

He only heard Manager Nie Kai say extremely calmly, "No problem, it's a deal. Let's do this: the initial price is twenty million. If what you produce satisfies my boss and the online feedback is good, we'll add more money then."

"How about this? Our boss just instructed that to show our sincerity, we will transfer ten million to you first. This is the deposit; we will discuss the rest in detail when we meet!"

Beep— Immediately after, a message popped up on his mobile banking app—[10 million received].

Clatter!

The chopsticks in Mu En's hand dropped directly to the floor!

No, his jaw also almost dropped to the floor. Damn...

They just gave the money?

A total of twenty million?? And they gave ten million upfront?

Three million had made him happy enough to skip around and cancel many of his schedules for the second half of the year.

Yet, the other party offered this much money right off the bat?

Although he was a gold-medal producer, he wasn't a real composer or lyricist, let alone a singer! He was just a behind-the-scenes staff member; he was nowhere near that glamorous, and it was impossible for him to earn that much money!

Furthermore, many top singers only earned one or two million for commercial performances, and he was getting twenty million!?

Sun Zhifeng was being lovey-dovey with Feng Miaomiao.

Seeing Mu En sitting there with his mouth wide open and his chopsticks dropped on the floor, he immediately frowned.

"Mr. Mu En? What's wrong with you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Sun Zhifeng looked suspiciously at the wine bottle, quickly threw his glass to the floor, and shouted, "Waiter! Damn it, did you serve fake wine? You made our great producer end up like this? Speak! Did you buy wine from the Su Family?"

The waiter quickly entered the private room, his legs shaking like chaff.

This Sun Zhifeng's temper was notoriously bad; if he wasn't happy, he might even smash up the restaurant.

"Um... Mr. Mu En? Mr. Mu En?" He walked over suspiciously.

After looking for a long time, he picked up the wine bottle and sniffed it, but didn't find any problem!

It was just that this Mu En seemed to have lost his soul. Could it be... could it be that there was something unclean here?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, his legs shook even more violently. What should he do?

Should he hurry and find a fortune teller to ask about the situation?

"Wait a moment, Young Master Sun. Um... our boss knows a Taoist priest. Let me see if I can invite him over at this hour..."

"Go to hell!" Sun Zhifeng also started to feel a bit scared. Could it be that Mu En had really been possessed by an evil spirit?

After being startled and shouted at by everyone for a long time, Mu En finally came back to his senses a little.

He stood up awkwardly and said with a dry laugh, "Uh, Young Master Sun, I just remembered I have something very important to do. I previously promised an old friend I would do some production for a singer, so I have to excuse myself!"

As he said this, he turned to leave.

This left Sun Zhifeng confused.

He frowned and tapped the table. "Get back here! What old friend? What are you talking about? Are you standing me up? Don't you want the three million?"

"Um, Young Master Sun, I'm really in a rush here. Sorry! Sorry!"

Mu En's mind had already flown to Manager Nie Kai; he just wanted to see the God of Wealth as soon as possible!