594: Chapter 591: It’s Not About the Money 594: Chapter 591: It’s Not About the Money Upstairs café.
Wearing a duckbill cap, Tangyu walked in, led by Wang Dazhuang, who had already reserved a private room.
Though it was called a private room, it wasn’t actually a sealed-off box like those found in hotels.
In fact, cafés seldom have the closed-off type of private rooms.
Here, the private rooms were semi-enclosed cubicles.
Staff from Mango Station were already there, waiting.
Seated was a woman in her thirties, a charming young housewife, dressed flamboyantly with a touch of seductiveness, her curves and hips accentuated.
Mature and voluptuous, her outfit was incredibly sexy and revealing, laying bare her deep cleavage as if it were an abyss laying across, enticing and prompting an urge to explore.
A classic beauty with an oval face, her brown, voluminous curls further accentuated her allure.
This woman indeed gave off the aura of a seductive fairy.
Seeing this person, Tangyu immediately understood why Wang Dazhuang had fallen so easily—it turned out he had encountered a seductive fairy.
Tangyu looked down on Wang Dazhuang with disdain as Wang awkwardly made a conciliatory smile and quickly introduced, “Brother Tangyu, this is Miss Song Ai’ai, a department head at Mango Station.”
Song Ai’ai promptly flashed a seductive smile and extended her hand, saying, “Divine Doctor Tang, it’s a pleasure to meet you.
Just call me Ai’ai.
I’ve long admired your reputation, and I’m thrilled to finally meet you in person.
You look even more handsome and cooler than on TV.”
“Miss Song, you flatter me,” Tangyu responded casually, “Please, have a seat.”
With a smile, Song Ai’ai sat down, and Wang Dazhuang said, “You two start chatting.
I’ll go order some stuff.”
After Wang Dazhuang left, Song Ai’ai went straight to the point, “Divine Doctor Tang, you must know why I’ve come all this way to see you.
I won’t beat around the bush.
The thing is, at Mango Station, we would like to invite you to host a program.
We have two of our most popular shows for you to choose from, and there’s also a very popular interview show you can consider.
As for the payment, our station head has specifically approved six million per episode.
This price has already broken the record for our station.
Of course, if you have any other requests, feel free to make them.
We’ll do our utmost to accommodate them, whether you want to bring friends on the show or have specific content in mind; all this is negotiable.
We will definitely strive to meet your needs.”
“Are you done?” Tangyu said.
Song Ai’ai paused briefly, took on a flirtatious smile, and replied, “Yes, that’s about it.
What do you think, Divine Doctor Tang?”
“Not interested,” Tangyu replied bluntly.
Song Ai’ai anticipated Tangyu’s refusal but had not expected such a direct and swift rejection.
Mango Station was one of the highest-rated channels in Huaxia Country, frequently achieving the highest viewership.
The two popular programs on Mango Station also boasted high ratings, and even major stars would want to appear on these shows.
Appearing on these shows would undoubtedly greatly increase one’s fame and significantly boost one’s visibility.
“Is Divine Doctor Tang feeling the offer was too little?
Feel free to state your demands, as we can always negotiate further.
I am also here on a mission.
Divine Doctor Tang, could you consider my face and have a chat?” Song Ai’ai said, while deliberately pushing her ample bosom forward into Tangyu’s line of sight.
Song Ai’ai, how should I put it, was not extremely beautiful, but she was passable.
Of course, Tangyu had no interest in her, though having a look at her bosom was okay.
Seeing that Tangyu’s gaze was fixed on her chest, Song Ai’ai turned up the charm even more.
“It’s not about the money, it’s just that I genuinely have no interest in this, and I have already said that I would not accept any exclusive media interviews or any television shows, it’s that simple,” Tangyu shook his head and said.
Song Ai’ai then said with a smile, “These days, it’s rare to see someone who doesn’t care about money, or rather, it’s practically nonexistent.
Divine Doctor Tang really is extraordinary and unique, which is quite admirable.
Alright, since Divine Doctor Tang doesn’t like to talk about money, let’s not talk about that.
Instead, let’s talk about the significance of our show.
Our Mango Channel’s two programs have an average viewership rate that breaks 1, which means at least one hundred million people watch simultaneously online.
I believe that if Divine Doctor Tang could appear on our programs, combined with our promotion, it would definitely create a viewership miracle and might even break Huaxia’s viewership records, reaching 6 or 7.
Moreover, this program can be designed specifically for you, Divine Doctor Tang; you could present yourself in a glorious light in front of the entire nation, and allow the people of the country to further understand you.
Plus, Divine Doctor Tang, you can promote your medical skills on our program and contribute to the promotion of traditional medicine.
The program we have prepared for you is centered around Divine Doctor Tang.
You should understand the great significance of this.”
Song Ai’ai’s words were somewhat persuasive, but Tangyu remained unmoved.
Tangyu genuinely didn’t care about promoting traditional medicine; that wasn’t his concern.
He would let whoever wanted to do that do it, as long as it wasn’t him.
“Ms.
Song speaks well, but I am still not interested.
Let’s drop this topic now.
I came to meet Ms.
Song out of respect for my friend, but I have many other things to handle and not much time,” Tangyu said.
Song Ai’ai seemed somewhat frustrated, as she had never been snubbed before.
This was the first time she had encountered such treatment.
Even when pitching shows to big celebrities, she had never been ignored like this.
However, being an old hand in the industry, Song Ai’ai quickly adjusted her emotions and flirtatiously smiled at Tangyu, saying, “Alright, since Divine Doctor Tang is not keen on discussing this topic right now, let’s not talk about it.
We can just have coffee and casual chat between friends.”
“I’ll give you fifteen more minutes,” Tangyu said after glancing at his watch, not interested in wasting more time here.
Song Ai’ai, with a seductive look, said to Tangyu, “I wonder if Divine Doctor Tang would like to talk about romance.
If you do, we could find a quieter place, and just the two of us can talk slowly.”
Tangyu frowned slightly, a hint of disgust appearing in his eyes; she was actually trying to seduce him using her sexuality.
Tangyu stood up promptly and said coldly, “Ms.
Song, I think you have mistaken your target.
It seems we have nothing more to discuss.
Farewell.” After saying that, Tangyu left immediately.
Song Ai’ai was stunned for a moment, and her expression then darkened, turning quite ugly.
She had played her trump card and it still hadn’t made Tangyu comply—this guy really was a true eccentric.
It seemed, getting him on the program was an impossible task now.
“What happened, Tang bro?” Wang Dazhuang had been waiting outside and hurriedly asked Tangyu upon seeing him come out, “That was quick, wasn’t it?”
Tangyu, clearly annoyed, glared at Wang Dazhuang and said, “Nice job you did, you still have the nerve to ask.
Watch how I deal with you later.”
“Uh, Tangyu, this really isn’t my fault, and I just wasn’t careful for a moment,” Wang Dazhuang said with a look of grievance.
Tangyu didn’t go back to the company, but left directly, turned into a small road, and waited under a tree.
A few minutes later, a car drove up and stopped.
The car window rolled down, and it was none other than Zhang Xiaoxi.
Tangyu adjusted his duckbill cap, gave Zhang Xiaoxi a smile, and then opened the door and got into the car, “Pretty punctual, huh?”
Zhang Xiaoxi looked at Tangyu and smiled, “You’re really well disguised, I couldn’t recognize it was you without seeing your face.
Of course, I had to be punctual, you are a big star now, how could I neglect you?
If I neglected you, I’d be afraid your terrifying fan army would drown me.
A spit from each of them could be overwhelming.
You know how famous you are now.
If you said the word, Donglin City would be in chaos.”
“Uh — can you not mock me like that?
I feel like I’m a rat crossing the street, having to disguise myself, it’s so annoying,” Tangyu said.
“What’s there to be annoyed about?
It’s something countless people dream of,” Zhang Xiaoxi commented somewhat schadenfreudely.
“If you want fame, I can help you become famous,” Tangyu offered.
Zhang Xiaoxi looked at Tangyu, blinked, and after thinking for a moment, asked curiously, “How would you help?”
“It’s very simple,” Tangyu began, “I’ll take you for a walk down the street.
Just cooperate with me, and I guarantee you’ll become famous.”
That’s when Zhang Xiaoxi realized what he was implying and immediately rolled her eyes at Tangyu, “You’re so casual, I’m not that casual.
Besides, I don’t like other people’s things; I’m a bit of a germaphobe.”
“…I’m fainting, I’m very clean, and I’m still a virgin, don’t wrong me,” Tangyu said.
Zhang Xiaoxi widened her eyes, laughed, and said, “You, with a girlfriend, saying this — aren’t you afraid of being laughed to death?
Are you asking me to say you’re no good?”
“…How would you understand my purity?” Tangyu was at a loss for words.
“I don’t understand because I don’t think you’re pure,” Zhang Xiaoxi replied.
Tangyu then realized that Zhang Xiaoxi’s mouth was indeed quite formidable.
The two bantered back and forth all the way to the Military Region Compound, went through several layers of guards, and finally reached Zhang Xiaoxi’s home.
Zhang Xiaodong, leading the elder Zhang, stood at the door to greet them.
The elder Zhang had a face full of approving smiles, looking at Tangyu as if he was seeing his grandson-in-law.
Zhang Xiaodong stood calmly there, her expression still somewhat ice maiden-like, her gaze falling on Tangyu.
“Grandfather Zhang, Xiaodong, why did you come out?
This is really making me feel unexpectedly honored,” Tangyu said.
Elder Zhang patted Tangyu’s shoulder and said, “Haha, when did your tongue become so smooth?
Now that you’re a big celebrity, a proper welcome is only appropriate.
I haven’t even mentioned how you light up the home.”
“Oh please, Grandfather Zhang, if you say that, I won’t dare to come again next time,” Tangyu said, still showing great humility in front of Elder Zhang.
“Come on in, don’t just stand in the doorway.
The meal is almost ready.
Today at lunch, the two of us will have a drink for some fun.
I’m especially in the mood for a drink today; if I don’t drink, I feel uncomfortable all over, kind of miss the old days,” Elder Zhang said.
Tangyu laughed, “This shows that you, Grandfather Zhang, are still sharp as ever.
As for drinking, I’m all in.”
“Haha, don’t bully this old man, though.
I still have two granddaughters.
They might not be great at drinking, but with three against one, I still have an advantage,” Elder Zhang jested openly with Tangyu.
“Having more people doesn’t always mean having an advantage,” Tangyu retorted.
“Young man, quite confident and brash,”
“And you, elderly, you’re not even yielding a bit to the young,”
The two of them were like friends of different ages, completely like buddies.