Chapter 86
After Shen Jinfeng replied with great momentum, his finger had not even moved away from the screen before the other side instantly replied.
He Erwang: [?]
[Huh?]
Shen Jinfeng tried hard to calm down, preparing to have a proper discussion with this energetic, ridiculously enthusiastic youngster.
Unexpectedly, He Erwang admitted his “mistake” on the spot.
[Okay, okay, I won’t send more! I also think this is enough.]
[Boss, you pick first!]
[My manager said the best ones currently available are all here!]
Shen Jinfeng’s eyes moved slightly. He was silent for two seconds. The long paragraph of educational lecture he had just typed out with clattering fingers was silently deleted by him.
No matter what, the other party’s starting point was good, pure, and sincere.
After a long while, he sighed and replied:
[Mm…]
[But I don’t have plans to take on any acting work for now. I’m going home to properly polish my acting skills. If they’re not good enough, I won’t take roles. I can’t go out and poison the audience’s eyes.]
He Erwang: [Bro? What are you talking about?]
[Boss, even if you did nothing in a film or drama and just acted with a poker face, your sixty-million-plus fans would still scream from how handsome you are!]
Shen Jinfeng: [……]
He Erwang: [Boss, you don’t understand!]
[There was this especially good-looking vase idol in the group I debuted with before. He really was just a vase. He couldn’t sing, dance, or rap. Even I couldn’t bear to watch him, but his vote count during the competition was really high, you know. Of course, he was still far behind me, hehe. After debuting, he still had a bunch of die-hard fans. In our group, other than me, he was the most popular.]
[That little vase only had his looks.]
[But Boss, other than not being able to act, you’re good at everything! Your fans will love you to death!]
Shen Jinfeng frowned as he read.
When they were on the deserted island, he had not noticed He Erwang’s values being this crooked.
As an actor, even if one’s acting skills were poor, as long as one was good in other areas, one was considered a good actor? Fans would all love him?
What kind of joke was that?
For an artist, the most important thing was representative work. If one did not even have the skills to establish oneself, how could one have the nerve to eat from that bowl?
He seriously communicated correct values to He Erwang.
The other side was silent for one minute.
He Erwang: [Boss, your values are too upright! So dedicated!]
[Can I post screenshots of this chat?]
In fact, as a top idol who had debuted through a boy group, He Erwang’s professional ability was absolutely among the best. In the past, the people he looked down on most were those with poor professional skills who still refused to work hard.
At present, he was transitioning toward becoming an original musician, but he was still someone who could practice all night for a concert, perfectly complete a performance with a fever of 39.7 degrees, and once set a rehearsal record of sleeping only twenty hours in one week.
But when he sent that speech to Shen Jinfeng, he had not felt there was anything wrong with it at all.
Even now, when he wanted to post screenshots, he still had not realized in the slightest that his own statement could be considered a “collapse of persona.”
Shen Jinfeng had not expected it either, but he stopped him in time.
[No. Don’t post it!]
He Erwang: [Oh, I get it! Boss, you want to secretly work hard, then amaze everyone!]
The corner of Shen Jinfeng’s mouth twitched beneath his mask.
This conversation made him feel so drained that he had the sensation of being half-dead while still alive.
He Erwang: [Hehe, Boss, but you have to amaze me first! I’ll help you keep an eye on the industry. If there are good scripts, I’ll send them to you! When your acting improves and you’re ready to come out of seclusion, you have to tell me first, okay?]
The company he had signed with had been opened by his parents. It had plenty of industry resources.
Shen Jinfeng “gratefully” replied:
[Okay, thank you.]
He exited the chat window and saw that in just this short while, the New Friends notification bar had climbed again. It had already become 347.
…
Ignore all.
He clicked into Settings and turned off all methods for adding him.
Then he expressionlessly turned off his phone screen.
The world became quiet.
As for the Weibo interaction he had initially thought of doing, he completely forgot about it.
Forget it.
Meanwhile, Qin Ye, who was still in Shacheng, because of Assistant Zheng’s unreliability, silently sat on the sofa in his hotel room after Shen Jinfeng left, waiting for Madam Yun’s arrival.
Assistant Zheng stood to the side, trembling with fear until his legs were almost shaking.
“President Qin, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first?”
Qin Ye looked at him, his gaze as cold and sharp as a blade.
“Assistant Zheng, you’ve been by my side for five years, haven’t you?”
Assistant Zheng froze for a moment, then nodded.
The way he asked that was rather easy to misunderstand.
He had not yet reacted.
Qin Ye continued in a flat tone, “The Xuancheng branch is short of a general manager.”
Assistant Zheng subconsciously replied, “It’s not short. Isn’t the general manager of the Xuancheng branch President Yang?”
His voice suddenly paused, and panic appeared on his face.
“President Qin, you really want to drive me away?”
Qin Ye: “Really want to? So you already prepared yourself for it?”
Assistant Zheng: MMP.
No, he had accidentally let his tongue slip.
Fortunately, a pleasant voice saved him.
“Assistant Zheng is working perfectly well. Why are you putting on airs as a CEO and driving people away over one disagreement?”
Madam Yun arrived late, the sound of her high heels clicking sharply against the floor.
She wore sunglasses and was dressed to the nines. If unaware passersby saw her, they would think a celebrity was out on the street.
But before Assistant Zheng could be moved for too long, Madam Yun had merely asked casually. Her next sentence immediately shifted her attention.
“Where’s Jinfeng?” She took off her sunglasses and looked around the room. “As expected,” she did not see a third person.
But when she looked at Qin Ye, her gaze could not help revealing a bit of disdain.
“Which room is our Shen Dalao in? Qin Ye, lead the way. Hurry up and introduce me! I’ve been itching to meet him for ages!”
If she had not spoken, it would have been fine.
The moment she opened her mouth, Qin Ye’s gaze toward her could not help carrying a hint of grievance.
Madam Yun was amused.
She crossed her arms and spoke in a tone that looked like she was enjoying the drama.
“What happened to you?”
“Did you suffer a setback in love?”
“Want Mom to give you some advice?”
“Stop standing there. Little Qinzi, lead the way for this palace.”
Assistant Zheng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead from the side.
Good heavens. So President Qin’s nickname was “Little Qinzi”?
It was so down-to-earth?
But did he know too much?
Qin Ye’s face darkened.
He replied in an unfriendly tone, “Thanks to you, you scared him away.”
Madam Yun: “?”
“You’ve become better at lying with your eyes open and slandering people after not seeing me for a few days.”
Qin Ye pointed at Assistant Zheng beside him with a cold face. “You came here without telling me, but told Assistant Zheng?”
“Assistant Zheng accidentally let it slip earlier. When Little Captain heard you were coming, he directly said goodbye and left.”
“Just twenty minutes before you arrived.”
Madam Yun: “…”
Why did she suddenly feel a little guilty?
Only Assistant Zheng, meeting his boss’s blade-like gaze again, had an epiphany.
This time, he did not dare speak carelessly anymore!
However, capitalists could cover his mouth, but they could not cover his heart!
He kept ranting inwardly.
No wonder President Qin’s road to chasing his wife—or husband—was so difficult!
Shen Dalao had clearly come to say goodbye before he said anything!
Was Shen Dalao avoiding Madam Yun? He was obviously avoiding you, okay!
He found an opportunity and slipped out, not continuing to listen to the “mother-son heart-to-heart.”
Inside the room, after Madam Yun learned that she could not see Shen Jinfeng, she directly tossed her bag aside and collapsed onto the sofa to scroll on her phone.
She was too lazy to keep talking to her son.
Qin Ye waited for Madam Yun to speak first. After waiting for a long while, there was no response.
If the enemy did not move, he would not move.
He brought out his laptop and began handling work.
One hour later, Madam Yun suddenly let out a startled cry.
Qin Ye raised his head and politely looked at his mother. “Have you discovered your conscience and prepared to give me an explanation?”
Madam Yun’s excited expression paused.
She slowly sat upright and reached out to touch Qin Ye’s forehead.
“Do you have a fever?”
Qin Ye: “?”
Madam Yun: “Otherwise, how could you ask such an incoherent question?”
Qin Ye laughed out of anger.
“Mom!”
Madam Yun raised her phone to stop him. “Don’t rush to call me Mom.”
“Jinfeng posted on Weibo. Hurry up and like it and interact!”
Qin Ye subconsciously opened his phone.
Madam Yun’s voice drifted over again. “Oh, I forgot you don’t even have Weibo.”
Qin Ye: “!”
He opened the app store and began downloading it.
For some reason, the internet was a little slow.
He waited a few seconds and spoke in frustration. “Mom, what did he post?”
He bent over and wanted to lean closer to look.
Madam Yun elegantly and kindly handed her phone toward him, made a fake move, then pulled it back.
“What’s the rush? Even if you like and interact, Dalao won’t know it’s you.”
Qin Ye blinked.
He stared at the phone suspended in midair and paused for two seconds.
Fortunately, Weibo had finished downloading on his phone too.
He had downloaded Weibo before, but after quitting the entertainment industry and changing phones, he had never used it again.
After spending another two minutes registering a new account,
he finally logged in.
Madam Yun spoke faintly again. “Little Purple Hair is firmly first. Little Qi is close behind. Mo Fan and Shengsheng were slower by one minute.”
“You? Not even a shadow.”
Qin Ye: “…”
Fuck.
Could Madam Yun shut up!
Of course, Madam Yun would not do as he wished. She continued to ask, “Seriously, you’re not doing a good job as a boyfriend.”
Qin Ye suddenly raised his head. “What boyfriend?”
His ears flushed red.
Madam Yun slowly lifted her eyes, her tone astonished.
“No way, son. You haven’t won him over yet?”
Three days later.
Lying in a luxurious villa, sprawled out on a soft sofa and having done absolutely nothing for two days, Shen Jinfeng felt that he had recovered some vitality.
Woohoo.
Sleeping until he woke naturally, drinking tea, admiring flowers, listening to books, watching movies—floating through life leisurely and ignoring worldly affairs.
It was simply too wonderful!
These three days, he had not contacted the outside world much.
Aside from occasionally chatting with a few of his little companions from the deserted island, he ignored all old acquaintances in the entertainment industry and celebrities or directors who had come because of his fame.
Don’t ask. If asked, he was in seclusion at home.
As for Weibo, where his sixty-million-plus fans were jumping up and down in his comment section, pushing Shen Dalao, who had not given the slightest follow-up update, onto the hot search for three straight days—
Don’t ask. If asked, he did not know.
After posting on Weibo, Shen Jinfeng had not gone back to look.
He did not know that early this morning, another hot search about him had reached the top. No, rather, it had dominated several spots.
#Shen Group Board Meeting Officially Opens At 10 AM#
#This Time, Shen Dalao Will Take Back Everything That Belongs To Him!#
#Please, Everyone Working At Shen Group Is My Connection! Take More Photos And Videos!#
Nine in the morning.
Shen Jinfeng picked out a casual suit from the closet, not particularly formal.
These past few days, he had not really managed Shen Group’s affairs, but he had roughly learned everything he needed to learn.
Shen Group’s acting general manager informed him that he was going to attend the board meeting today.
Mm, and hinted both openly and covertly that they wanted to elect him as chairman.
Shen Jinfeng had no intention of declining.
This position should have belonged to the original owner in the first place.
Besides, no one would ever complain about having too much money.
With him as the “mascot” chairman of Shen Group, and after selecting a capable general manager and replacing a batch of management, he could lie flat every year and collect dividends!
So early in the morning, he went out.
When he arrived at Shen Group, it was 9:50 a.m.
A circle of thinning-haired managers and board shareholders stood at the entrance of Shen Group’s first-floor lobby, lined up in a row, collectively welcoming him.
The moment they saw him,
the short, middle-aged man standing at the front immediately shouted, “The chairman is here!”
Shen Jinfeng: “…”
They were quite perceptive.
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