Su Lanqiao was studying the photos with his head down. The blurry quality even made Chu Cheng look good, and, without thinking, he clicked to save them.
Chu Cheng's words made him suddenly look up, "You saw it?"
"Well, your worth isn't high, Lingfeng said the other party offered five million." Chu Cheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said casually, "Does this concern you?"
Sulan Qiao moved his lips and looked at him directly, asking bluntly, "Do you believe me?"
"You always have strange operations," Chu Cheng analyzed rationally, "but upon thinking about the reasons, it's not necessary."
If this matter had fallen on anyone else, suspicion would have been inevitable. It was too coincidental to return home and be photographed, there were so many coincidences, surely someone had manipulated the situation.
Sulan Qiao's nervous mood relaxed, and Chu Cheng didn't aggressively ask if he had set a trap, proving that there was still basic trust between them.
He was about to speak when Chu Cheng interrupted, "A public relations fee of five million, should we split it in half?"
Sulan Qiao stuffed the pillow beside him into his arms, teasing slowly, "Two and a half million, this 18th-line model has to put all his worth into it."
He found this 18th-line shield quite useful, so he casually put it on himself, presenting himself as a disadvantaged group, pretending to be poor.
Chu Cheng chuckled and softened his stern features, unable to resist bringing up the past, "It's quite generous of you to use the advertising fee as a five-star review. Isn't that comfortable?"
Sulan Qiao never thought that one day he could banter with Chu Cheng so casually in the early morning. He was momentarily speechless.
If you asked like that, then yes, it's quite comfortable, Sulan Qiao couldn't bring himself to say.
Chu Cheng changed the subject, "So what should we do? We still don't know who brought the journalists here."
"I'll handle it," Chu Cheng turned around, leaving a cold back, "Wash the blanket yourself, the room is filled with the smell of alcohol."
Sulan Qiao chuckled, his Chu General, tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
He noted the address Yue Xi had sent for the meeting and casually threw all the bedding into the washing machine. In the meantime, he cleaned the room inside and out like a diligent girl.
After finishing the housework, it had been almost two hours, and he was sweating despite himself. His clothes stuck to his body, making him uncomfortable. Sulan Qiao loosened the collar of his clothes, feeling uncomfortable.
Hmm, he thought about borrowing some clothes from Chu Cheng again.
He took out his phone to send a message to Chu Cheng, only to realize he didn't have Chu Cheng's WeChat. Instead, he sent a message to Lingfeng, "Tell Mr. Chu to lend me some clothes."
Lingfeng quickly replied, "What... you two slept together again?"
Sulan Qiao sat on the carpet, typing with a regretful expression, "Not this time, blame it on me for drinking too much."
Lingfeng sighed, feeling sorry for you, and turned to look at Chu Cheng, who was sitting in the office chair, reading a document, tentatively asking, "Mr. Chu, Sulan Qiao wants to borrow clothes from you."
"Okay, let him take it," Chu Cheng's voice was indifferent, not even looking up, his fingertips swiftly flipping through a new business plan.
So calm?
Lingfeng was puzzled. Who said to capture the person and torture him, to make him wish he was dead and alive?
He had only been here for two days, and he had changed so drastically?
He replied on the keyboard, "Mr. Chu said you can take it... As Mr. Chu's assistant, may I boldly ask, have you been kept?"
Borrowing clothes and a place to stay, it really made people fantasize.
Sulan Qiao went to the third-floor cloakroom, casually picking a black shirt and replied casually, "Have you ever seen someone being kept and still borrowing clothes this simple?"
His tone was light, without a trace of bashfulness.
Lingfeng was taken aback. Well, with Mr. Chu's style, he should have sent over a villa, a luxury car, and a few credit cards, there's no need to be so stingy.
He let out a silent sigh of relief, "Alright, come over in a few days to prepare for the new product launch, don't forget."
"Okay, I'll clean it and return it in a few days," Sulan Qiao put away his phone and looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. He usually liked light-colored linen clothes and rarely dressed formally.
Wearing the black shirt, the restrained temperament of Chu Cheng was transferred to him. He really looked like a rare flower on a tall mountain.
He put on his coat and went to the address Yue Xi had sent, it was a high-end teahouse, and the private room was nestled deep in the corridor, extremely hidden, as if doing something illicit.
The rules of the entertainment industry were troublesome, fearing paparazzi when going out, and eavesdropping during conversations, nothing could be done openly and honestly.
When he entered, Yue Xi was already there.
"Sulan, sit here, the people from Xingyu Media will be coming soon," Yue Xi opened the chair next to him, eyeing him with curiosity and said, "Your outfit doesn't match your style."
"I was waiting for you to ask," Sulan Qiao's lips twitched quickly, "It's from Mr. Chu."
"You two seem to have something going on," Yue Xi rubbed his chin, "This can't be known to Xingyu's people, even though you're just a small model, Mr. Chu is a big fish, many people are waiting to make connections with him."
Sulan Qiao nodded and said in a low voice, "It's not easy to explain briefly, let's talk about it some other time. By the way, aren't Xingyu's artists primarily actors? Why are they looking for someone like me?"
Yue Xi took a sip of tea and said, "It's a coincidence. That person who dueled with you the other day, Xia Ran, is also from this company. Xingyu now likes to sign some artists with unconventional routes, promoting from various angles, making one star after another."
"Xia Ran is also in there?" Sulan Qiao furrowed his brow, not very willing to have too much contact with that person. He had deep hostility towards him and if he signed with them, he wouldn't be able to avoid him.
The door opened, and a plump middle-aged man walked in. Yue Xi got up, flattering, and greeted him, calling him Manager An.
The person who came in was Manager An from Xingyu Media. He pushed up his official glasses and smiled twice. "Don't be polite, sit down. This is Sulan Qiao, right? Yue Xi should have told you about the contract. Since you're a newcomer, we'll sign a three-year trial first, with a sixty-forty split. If you think it's acceptable, we'll proceed immediately."
"May I ask why you found me?" Sulan Qiao lifted the corner of his eyes and looked at Manager An. His resume was basically blank, the only truth being his first endorsement. Signing a newcomer like him meant taking risks and having potential returns.
Manager An picked up the teacup and casually removed the tea leaves floating on the surface, "Let's not beat around the bush. It's because we saw your endorsement announcement that we made the decision. Usually, we also screen newcomers, but to have an endorsement in a high-profile place right from the start, your future looks promising. We're willing to give it a try."
In essence, it was all because of Chu's.
Sulan Qiao wasn't the kind to be coy after gaining an advantage, he lived his life with clear eyes. If he wanted to return to China for long-term development in the future, signing with an economic company was inevitable.
Even if he was wealthy, he couldn't be an unknown 18th-line actor forever.
The more he interacted with Chu Cheng, the more he wanted. Since that morning photo, he understood that it was their unequal status that allowed others to use the public relations fee to blackmail and make a fuss.
He needed to be more outstanding so that one day, when he confessed to Chu Cheng openly and confidently, he would have enough courage.
Thinking of this, Su Lanqiao nodded, "I will consider the signing contract carefully."
"What else is there to worry about? Xingyu doesn't sign just anyone, and they even invited your friend and made you his agent. Isn't that good?" An Yang pushed his glasses and spoke in a calm tone, a sense of superiority subtly permeating his words.
Yue Xiqing cleared his throat and hesitated, "Can we split the proceeds fifty-fifty?"
An Yang raised his eyebrows, ready to refuse, but his gaze fell on the cuff of Su Lanqiao's shirt. The edge of the black shirt was longer than the coat and revealed some embroidered letters.
Yue Xi hesitated, ready to apologize for his rashness, then watched An Yang sink into thought for a few seconds, nodding slightly, "Alright, fifty-fifty."
This just agreed? Yue Xi delightedly gave Su Lanqiao a nod, looking particularly satisfied with the matter.
An Yang's meaningful eyes fell on Su Lanqiao again, his mind starting to calculate.
Just now, he caught a glimpse of a cuff with a unique emblem, followed by letters embroidered with golden thread, "Chu Cheng."