186: It's not me you like, is it?

Just as Jiang Haotian was about to speak, his phone rang. "I'm going to take the boss's call."

He walked out, leaving only Chen Fang and the other person in the resting vehicle.

Chen Fang glanced at Jiang Haotian's drink, which was different from theirs, and casually said, "Could it be that you like Jiang Haotian? Jiang Haotian is only a sophomore. That's an old cow eating tender grass."

As soon as he finished speaking, a system notification sound came from his mind—

“Yue Qingzhu's negative emotional value +888!”

Chen Fang instantly froze. Holy crap? 888?!

Beside him, Yue Qingzhu's pupils quaked.

What did he say? An old cow eating tender grass?!

She was only 24, wasn't she?

Old?

He said she was old?!

Yue Qingzhu bit her lip and stood up. "Chen Fang, if you're not drinking it, give it to me!" With that, she reached out to grab the milk tea.

Chen Fang dodged sideways. "I was wrong, I won't guess wildly. Drink, drink, drink."

Yue Qingzhu sat down, scoffing angrily, "Heh heh, men all like 18-year-olds, right?"

"Eighteen is indeed beautiful, but you at 24 are 1.3 times more beautiful."

"Tsk, sweet talker." She pinched the straw and stirred the pearls in the cup, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Then how old do you think is appropriate? I just want to know how guys generally view this issue."

"It depends on the feeling."

"Within three years?"

"That's not a gap." After Chen Fang finished speaking and just inserted the straw into the cup, a jolt of electricity suddenly shot through his mind. He slowly turned his head, "You don't like me, do you?"

Yue Qingzhu's breath hitched. She quickly turned her head. "What kind of pipe dream are you having? Don't drink it." Yue Qingzhu snatched his milk tea, twisted open the door of the mobile resting vehicle, and jumped out.

Standing breathlessly at the door, her gaze darted around frantically, and then she saw Jiang Haotian take his phone away from his ear. Yue Qingzhu walked over and stuffed the milk tea into his hand. "Chen Fang hasn't touched it yet. It's for you to drink."

Jiang Haotian's eyes lit up.

Yue Qingzhu took a step forward, then stepped back, pointing to the mobile resting vehicle. "No, don't drink it yet. Take it inside and drink it."

Jiang Haotian nodded, seemingly understanding. "Oh." With that, he turned and went back into the mobile resting vehicle.

Before he could close the door, a hand reached out in front of him. "Give it back to me."

"No." Jiang Haotian held the milk tea to his mouth.

"Try taking a sip."

Jiang Haotian, pressured by his strength, returned the milk tea to him and closed the door with his other hand.

Chen Fang drank the milk tea, lost in thought.

After repeatedly oscillating between "she likes me" and "this is one of life's three great illusions" several times, Chen Fang came to a conclusion—never mind, it's not like he likes anyone else anyway. He likes the God of Wealth.

When Yue Qingzhu saw the milk tea snatched back, her heart rate quickened.

Using his method to pursue him seemed to be working a little!

...

The next day, Monday, the production team had two days off.

Chen Fang woke up at ten o'clock. After washing up and eating, he took a car to the company's recording studio to record "cant learn."

The recording process went smoothly. At three in the afternoon, Chen Fang left the recording studio and went upstairs to Tang Chen's office. After knocking and receiving a "come in" reply, Chen Fang pushed the door open.

Upon seeing him, Tang Chen's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed. He stood up to greet him, "Have a seat. How was this week?"

Chen Fang sat on the sofa. "It was good. Didn't you say you were coming to visit? I didn't even see a shadow of you."

"Didn't I send Jiang Haotian?" Tang Chen glanced at his watch. "It's already three o'clock. The 'qin dynasty storm' music production meeting I told you about yesterday starts at three-thirty. Let me talk to you about some serious business first." Tang Chen took a stack of documents from the shelf and sat opposite him.

"Tang Ge, please speak."

"The Xingyun Award is open for registration now, and the results will be announced in December. I think 'cant learn' can give it a try. What do you think?"

Chen Fang nodded slightly. "From a timing perspective, going for this first is a good choice."

The full name of the Xingyun Award is "Global Chinese Music Xingyun Award." Its status in the Chinese music scene in this world is second only to the Golden Melody Awards. The two have some differences in their positioning. The Golden Melody Awards focuses more on artistic and local aspects, while the Xingyun Award focuses more on commerciality and internationalization, emphasizing the influence of Chinese music in the international market.

Therefore, its selection cycle is also quite special. It's not based on the natural year, but like some international awards, it targets music released from October 1st of the previous year to September 30th of the current year.

This is also the main reason he wants to participate. The Golden Melody Awards will have to wait until next year. Participating in this one, he might win an award this year and gain some reputation in the international music scene.

"Then I'll register you. Also, the Spring Festival Gala is currently soliciting programs. The song and dance program group will begin preliminary screening and song selection next month, and match them with singers. Are you interested?"

"Interested," Chen Fang said seriously.

Going to the Spring Festival Gala isn't for money or fame; it's for recognition, connections, and an officially endorsed status.

First of all, although Tianji Entertainment treats him well, being handsome is a primal sin. Who knows, one day a wealthy woman with a deep background might demand that he endure wealth in silence.

No, his stomach is good, he doesn't want to be a kept man!

Appearing on the Spring Festival Gala is equivalent to being officially recognized. He would usually be seen as having an official background, which could more or less provide him with a protective charm.

Secondly, it's about upgrading his connections. If he wants to become capital in the future, he can't just rely on Tang Chen to help him secure resources. He needs to develop his own network, and the Spring Festival Gala is a good opportunity to make connections and expand his social circle.

Furthermore, it's beneficial for his personal worth and future development. This experience is good for endorsement fees and personal IP appreciation. The experience of participating in the Spring Festival Gala can serve as a stepping stone for future involvement in high-profile projects.

In addition, participating in the Spring Festival Gala also grants priority cooperation rights within the CCTV system, but these resources are often not publicly tendered but allocated through trust relationships.

In any case, these are all invisible but important benefits.

The downside is that he won't be able to go home for the New Year, alas.

Tang Chen continued to ask, "Can you sing some festive songs?"

"Can majestic and grand ones work?"

Tang Chen narrowed his eyes. "Really?"

"Really. When have I ever lied to you?"

Tang Chen wanted him to sing a few lines, but it was almost three-twenty. "You go to the Music Production Department meeting first. We can talk more when you come back."

"Okay." Chen Fang stood up and left the office, walked to the elevator, and pressed the up button, preparing to go to the 11th floor for the meeting.