As he spoke, Rong Yu subconsciously turned his head slightly toward Yin Chengjue, inadvertently presenting his plump earlobe to Yin Chengjue's mouth. Yin Chengjue took it between his lips and said with a low laugh, "What? Is the little chef planning to continue teaching me how to make minced fish patty with garlic now? Will you go back on your word this time?"
"No, I won't go back on my word!" Rong Yu gritted his teeth, wearing an expression like he was about to face death bravely.
Yin Chengjue ran his fingers through Rong Yu's soft hair and ruffled it. "I remember you have an action scene tomorrow, with wire work. I'll let you off one more time."
Rong Yu seemed somewhat dissatisfied and pinched Yin Chengjue's hand. "Brother..."
Yin Chengjue: "Next time, you have to teach me properly. No backing out."
"Mm..."
The two helped each other with the post-cooking cleanup and then went to the bathroom together.
The next day, Rong Yu got up early and rushed to the set. When Yin Chengjue woke up, the other side of the bed was already cold.
A phrase involuntarily crossed Yin Chengjue's mind: Pulling out and be heartless...
[拔D无情 (bá D wú qíng): lit. to pull out and be heartless; fig. A modern, vulgar slang describing a person (typically male) who becomes cold and indifferent immediately after sexual intercourse.]
Well, using this to describe Rong Yu seemed a bit off.
Yin Chengjue quickly got dressed and went to his office. He had just sat down when Shang Liu walked in.
Well, his timing was perfect.
Yin Chengjue motioned for Shang Liu to sit and had Assistant Guan bring two cups of coffee.
"I want to register a new company, mainly focused on game development and anime production," Yin Chengjue said to Shang Liu. "Novels, comics, anime, live-action adaptations, games—if we can connect these into a seamless chain, it would undoubtedly be advantageous for us. We could even use an artist's own personality as a template for authors to create stories based on such labels, then select the best works for filming."
Yin Chengjue: "Since the storyline is tailored to the artist, a new artist's first series would essentially be them playing themselves, reducing the chance of mistakes."
Shang Liu listened, frowning deeply. "This would require bringing in too many technical talents. It's not very realistic."
Yin Chengjue: "We'll take it step by step. This can't be rushed. Anyway, let's start with animation. When we acquire the rights to a novel, we should sign the animation and live-action adaptation rights at the same time. That will facilitate production and promotion." As he spoke, Yin Chengjue pushed the planning materials he had prepared earlier towards Shang Liu. "Take a look first. The profits from these will only increase. If done well, we won't lose money."
Shang Liu quietly flipped through the materials, pointing out some issues. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "It seems President Yin doesn't want to limit himself to just training artists."
"Single-faceted development has its limitations," Yin Chengjue said lightly, blowing on the hot coffee. "More and more people are entering this industry, and new artists are constantly emerging. The market will gradually become saturated. Audiences will experience aesthetic fatigue and won't remember new artists or those without standout features or uniqueness deeply. As a result, these artists can only be filtered out by the market and eliminated, left waiting for the next opportunity."
Yin Chengjue took a small sip of coffee, frowned slightly, added a bit of milk to it, and then said, "Not many actors can become hugely popular from one series. Most actors get lost in various, similar film and television dramas. We can't always rely on gambling to see which artist in the company will become popular. That efficiency is too low."
Shang Liu: "So you plan to start from other areas?"
Yin Chengjue: "You can't put all your eggs in one basket. If the artists in the company aren't performing, we can generate funds from other areas. There's always a path forward. Relying solely on the popularity and online traffic of a group of artists to support the company is prone to problems."
Knock knock knock! The door was knocked.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open immediately, and Sally strode in briskly, bringing a gust of wind with her. "President Yin, did you provoke Hao Lin before? Why is that bastard always causing trouble for us!"
Yin Chengjue was stunned. "Who is Hao Lin?"
Sally: "He's Ming Qian's agent!"
It took Yin Chengjue a few seconds to remember that this wasn't his past life. He hadn't signed Ming Qian into Huansheng, so Ming Qian had joined Chang Yue's entertainment company. Naturally, Ming Qian's agent wasn't from Huansheng either.
"Hao Lin's methods have always been dirty, but he manages to achieve his goals through those underhanded means," Shang Liu briefly explained. "Dealing with him isn't particularly difficult, but the process is very annoying."
"That's why I want to know where exactly Huansheng offended him. He's always targeting us. You can't just keep targeting the same company over and over; he must be out of his mind!" Sally said indignantly.
Yin Chengjue: "What exactly happened?"
Sally: "Quick, watch the replay of the GCD boy band's interview! You'll understand after watching it!"
After the GCD boy band's tour ended, there was a backstage interview session. Previously, Yin Chengjue was watching the performance live. By the time the show ended and he went backstage, their interview was already over, so Yin Chengjue didn't pay much attention to it. Today was the day the interview was broadcast. Judging by Sally's reaction, there was most likely a problem during the interview.
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