Xing Hui Entertainment.
Chairman's Office.
"Zhao Yuan, are you still mad at me?"
Chen Yong, as the chairman of Xing Hui, considered Zhao Yuan his most important asset.
Ever since her request for promotional resources for Su Yu was rejected, she had been giving him the cold shoulder.
Although Zhao Yuan's personality was naturally aloof, Chen Yong could sense her lingering resentment.
"The facts prove you were wrong."
Zhao Yuan placed the documents in her hand on his desk.
"Naturally, my judgment isn't as good as yours." Chen Yong didn't deny it.
"Since that's the case, then sign this."
This was precisely what Zhao Yuan had been waiting for.
"What is this?" Chen Yong frowned as he picked up the documents.
"Su Yu's contract amendment."
"I understand you want to help him, but jumping directly from junior producer to senior producer, isn't that a bit much?"
Chen Yong's eye twitched involuntarily as he looked at the contract.
In all the years the company had been established, such a situation had never occurred.
"I believe he is qualified," Zhao Yuan said, her voice still cool, as if she had anticipated his reaction.
"I don't care what you think, I care what the market thinks!" Chen Yong became a little angry. He took a deep breath and continued, "If a company operates solely on personal sentiment, it won't be far from collapse."
His meaning was clear.
The company valued individual worth, and the market determined one's status. Zhao Yuan's personal belief in his qualifications was not enough.
"I think you should look at the last page first."
Zhao Yuan pulled over a chair and slowly sat down.
Her tone was unhurried, seemingly unfazed by Chen Yong's anger.
"Hmph, I'd like to see who gave you the confidence,"
Chen Yong sneered as he flipped through the documents.
The last page contained a table.
"Chang Xiang Qing Chun has applied to purchase performance rights for 'Later'."
"Fei Wu Qing Yang has applied to purchase performance rights for 'What's Wrong With It'."
"..."
An entire page was filled with applications for music copyright for Su Yu's two songs.
At the end, there was a total of the amounts.
"This many?"
Chen Yong exclaimed.
He looked up and saw Zhao Yuan's cold smile, realizing his gaffe. He quickly masked his surprise.
He couldn't fathom how Su Yu's two songs had garnered so many performance requests in such a short period.
After all, many of the programs on the list were flagship shows from major television stations.
"These are applications from before; Xiao Ru hasn't tallied the rest yet."
Zhao Yuan stated calmly.
"This... I admit Su Yu has great potential, but according to company regulations, a producer must have ten songs with over a million plays to be promoted to senior producer."
Chen Yong still seemed hesitant.
If he set this precedent, it would be difficult to explain to other producers.
After a moment's thought, he continued, "I can agree to promote him to intermediate producer. That's my final bottom line."
He then looked up at Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan, however, shook her head.
"Zhao Yuan, don't push it. I'm still doing this for your sake..."
Just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw Zhao Yuan suddenly smile.
She stood up from her chair.
"No need to do it for my sake. Let me give you another piece of information: Hai An Entertainment has already made it clear that if Su Yu joins Hai An, he will be a senior producer immediately."
"Zhan Fang Entertainment has also said the same thing."
She rested her hands on Chen Yong's desk, gazing at him with a playful glint in her eyes.
"I... what's our contract duration with Su Yu?" Chen Yong's expression became somewhat unnatural.
"He chose the second type of contract," Zhao Yuan said lightly.
"What!"
Chen Yong shot up from his chair.
The second type of contract?
It only stipulated profit sharing with the company, a cooperative relationship.
There were no restrictions; he could leave anytime.
"How could you let him sign that kind of contract?"
"What, the company originally had two contract options; I didn't arrange it for him myself."
"Then, knowing his potential, you should have made him sign the first type of contract."
"Chen Yong, we've worked together for so many years. You know my personality. If we keep talking like this, there'll be nothing left to discuss!"
Zhao Yuan's expression turned cold.
Binding a promising new talent with a contract. If the company valued them and promoted them, it was good. If not, it was ruining a talent.
Over the years, Chen Yong had increasingly displayed the face of a capitalist.
"Sign it or don't. But I must warn you, if you miss out on Su Yu, you'll regret it!"
Zhao Yuan rubbed her aching forehead. After so many years at Xing Hui, she was increasingly feeling tired.
Perhaps it was time for her to take a good rest.
She shook her head, ignored Chen Yong's grim expression, and turned to walk out of the office.
"Wait!"
Just as Zhao Yuan was about to leave, Chen Yong finally spoke.
"I can agree to give him the profit sharing of a senior producer, but his title can only be intermediate producer. This is my bottom line."
"As you wish."
Zhao Yuan's voice was unreadable.
However, her steps as she left were noticeably lighter.
...
Composition Department.
Director's Office.
As Zhao Yuan opened the door, she saw Su Yu sitting in the office, chatting with the assistant, A Ru.
"I was just about to call you, and you appeared." Zhao Yuan was taken aback, then gave A Ru a look.
Seeing this, A Ru proactively went to get cups to make coffee for her.
She knew Zhao Yuan's habits; they had worked together for many years and had developed a tacit understanding.
"Make one for Su Yu too," Zhao Yuan said with a smile.
"Okay, Director Zhao," A Ru nodded, took the cups, and walked out of the office.
"Looking for me?" Zhao Yuan then asked Su Yu.
"No, I'm waiting for a client."
Su Yu leaned back in his chair and smiled at her.
"Who?" Zhao Yuan asked, puzzled.
"You'll know in a moment."
"Still playing coy with me..." Zhao Yuan said helplessly. She paused, then continued, "However, I have some good news for you."
Su Yu asked with interest, "What good news?"
Zhao Yuan said, "I've successfully negotiated your contract. Although your title will be intermediate producer, your profit sharing will be that of a senior producer."
"How did you manage that?" Su Yu was surprised.
He had only been with the company for a month, and Zhao Yuan had managed to secure such terms for him.
Just thinking about it made it clear how difficult it must have been.
"It's mainly because you gave me the confidence, Su Yu. Focus on your creative work, and I'll handle everything else." Zhao Yuan's expression was calm, as if it were a simple matter.
Su Yu's heart warmed at her words.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only managed to utter, "Thank you, Director Zhao."
Just then.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Please come in."
After Zhao Yuan spoke, the receptionist led Chen Rong and Tang Feng into the office.
"Director Zhao." The receptionist bowed to Zhao Yuan first, then said to Su Yu in a sweet voice, "Teacher Su Yu, as you instructed, I brought them directly here."
"Yes, thank you, Xiao Mei. You can go attend to your duties now." Su Yu waved her away.
This caused the receptionist to blush and turn to leave.
"Su Yu, what are you doing here?"
At this moment, Chen Rong looked at Su Yu sitting in the office with surprise and asked.
Su Yu got up from his chair, walked over to Chen Rong, extended his hand, and smiled, "Sister Chen, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Su Yu, and my stage name is Ting Yu."