Chapter 12: The Meeting Was Orchestrated with Great Effort

Wen Fucheng’s assistant finished checking them into the hotel, and the group walked into the elevator.

Wei Yi looked at her room card.

"We’re on the 32nd floor. Mr. Xie, what floor are you on?"

Xie Weisi looked down at the card information in his hand and gave a dry, insincere laugh. "What a coincidence. I’m on the 32nd floor too. If nothing goes wrong, I imagine our room numbers should be right next to each other."

The way the group was standing was quite interesting as well.

Ying Jing and Wen Fucheng were at the back near the elevator wall, while Xie Weisi and Wei Yi were in the front facing the elevator doors.

Wei Yi specifically took a look at the card in his hand.

"It really is. Did you come to the Imperial Capital just to play?"

"I’m here for work."

"No way, are you even an adult? Which boss would dare hire you? Child labor is illegal, you know."

Ying Jing:...

Wen Fucheng:...

Xie Weisi:...

Xie Weisi looked young, very much like someone who hadn't graduated yet.

Ying Jing thought to herself that this person was older than both her and Wei Yi, and since he was someone in Wen Fucheng’s circle, she couldn't be sure exactly what he did.

In any case, Xie Weisi was a rather mysterious person.

When they reached their floor and the elevator doors opened, Ying Jing quickly pulled her friend away.

"Don't talk nonsense, he's older than both of us."

Wen Fucheng and Xie Weisi trailed two steps behind them. Xie Weisi was stunned when he heard what Ying Jing said.

"How did she know I’m older than them?"

Wen Fucheng only heard half of his remark; his phone rang, so he gave Xie Weisi a gesture to be quiet and walked to the side to answer it.

Before swiping her card to enter her room, Ying Jing glanced at him a few times.

He’s so busy!

It would be better not to disturb him for now.

The hotel room was large and beautiful. Wei Yi couldn't wait to pull her inside to look around, not even bothering to close the door.

After finishing his call, Wen Fucheng walked to the door and heard the laughter coming from next door.

He heard her teasing her friend like a child who had never seen the world.

He heard them discussing new decorations they hadn't seen before and sighing with emotion while standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Xie Weisi’s appearance interrupted his listening, and Wen Fucheng walked inside with him.

As for the little episode from earlier, neither of them took it to heart.

Xie Weisi narrowed his eyes and quietly sized up the man standing in the room. "If I’m not mistaken, you were just smiling, weren't you?"

Wen Fucheng lied with a straight face.

"You’re mistaken."

"No, no. My eyesight is excellent. You were clearly smiling while standing at the door just now."

He had no intention of continuing to tangle with him.

He cut off the other man’s chatter with a single sentence: "Your Chinese is truly terrible."

"If you’ve played enough, go back. There’s no work here that requires you."

Xie Weisi did not agree.

"The entertainment industry is currently booming, and I’m very optimistic about Huangchao Entertainment. So, I’ve decided to stay at Huangchao Entertainment to be... an agent. I want to personally select my best leading lady, and I want to personally lift her onto the pedestal of fame."

Wen Fucheng only replied with three words: "In your dreams."

Ying Zenan was still waiting at the company, so after staying for a moment, he got up to leave. He also entrusted Xie Weisi to take good care of the two girls.

"Why should I?" Old Xie protested.

Wen Fucheng was already at the door when he heard this. He turned his head and gave him a faint glance. "Because I am your boss, and because your salary comes out of my account."

That was damn reasonable; Xie Weisi was left speechless.

Wen Fucheng returned to the company and went to see Ying Zenan immediately.

Ying Zenan had almost drunk his fill of tea.

He had hiccuped several times before finally seeing the man.

"I didn't think someone as punctual as President Wen would be ten minutes late."

Wen Fucheng could have chosen not to go to the airport, even though he had known about Xie Weisi’s flight in advance and had intended from the start to let the kid find his own way there.

He changed his mind after seeing Ying Jing’s social media post.

Their flights weren't at the same time, but they weren't far apart either.

It was just that Ying Jing never knew from start to finish that the coincidence she perceived was something he had painstakingly orchestrated.

Xie Weisi had landed early and was forcibly pinned down by Wen Fucheng in an airport noodle shop, where he ate three bowls of beef noodles with tears in his eyes.

Fortunately, he had waited for them, hadn't he?

As Wen Fucheng sat down, his assistant placed two prepared contracts in front of Ying Zenan.

"President Ying, please take a look. If there are no issues with the contract, we can sign it on the spot."

Ying Zenan had prepared plenty of sarcastic remarks, but they got stuck in his throat.

A contract?

A signing?

He opened the contract in front of him and read it back and forth carefully several times. His eyes were full of disbelief, and his expression was stunned.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally blurted out, "Is your boss out of his mind?" Before coming here, he had been prepared to spar with Wen Fucheng for a long time; as a businessman, profit was always the priority.

He had expected Huangchao Entertainment to peel several layers of skin off the Ying family.

Of course, if the other party only wanted to raise the price slightly, he could choose to cooperate within a range he could accept.

Ying Zenan had thought of everything, except that the other party wouldn't just refrain from raising the price, but would actually give him the illusion that they were blatantly handing money to his family.

It was like staying up all night to memorize political history before an exam, only to be told at the last minute that it was an open-book test.

Ying Zenan’s fists were clenched, but his heavy punch had landed on cotton.

Is that frustrating?

Absolutely.

"Forgive my bluntness, but this contract doesn't seem to have any advantages for your company, does it?" So, are they crazy and looking to throw money at him? Or did the junior who printed the contract have bad eyesight and miss a decimal point?

"You didn't misread it, and there are no issues with the contract. I prepared this contract myself. President Ying should be able to rest easy now, right?"

No, no, he couldn't rest easy.

The more Wen Fucheng said that, the more he felt like he was being played.

He was one step away from pulling out a magnifying glass to check every clause.

"President Wen wouldn't be trying to use this cooperation as an opportunity to strike and annex the Ying family, would you? First, ruin my reputation, then drive away my parents, and finally sell off my sister?"

The assistant beside him covered his face with his hand.

What kind of boss did he end up with? Who has ever heard of someone trying to take you down by handing you so much money?

Ying Zenan had meant it as a joke, but no one expected Wen Fucheng to actually fall silent.

Ying Zenan’s expression changed immediately.

Look, the old fox’s tail is showing!

After careful consideration and a moment of thought, Wen Fucheng replied to his previous question in all seriousness.

"How much for your sister?"

Ying Zenan:...

He regained his serious demeanor, shedding his previous flippant attitude. "Not for sale at any price. A person who is not loved is worth a thousand gold, but for two people in love, not a single cent is taken."

Wen Fucheng understood the meaning behind his words and tapped the contract with his finger.

"Understood. President Ying, feel free to sign. Someone as excellent as you, President Ying—naturally, I won't only look at immediate interests. I believe that in the future, the Wen family and the Ying family will surely join forces to become a powerful alliance."

Ying Zenan felt a bit carried away by the praise.

See! His aura of excellence was already impossible to hide.