Chapter 329: The Eighth Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 329: Day Eight in the Entertainment World

Cang Xingjin watched as An Yi stepped into the elevator, then the doors slid shut before him.

He turned to his agent beside him and asked, "Who was that?"

The agent frowned. "...It seems like a minor artist from the company, named An Yi."

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. With a face like that, and such refined bearing, he could definitely make it big.

She'd look into him later.

See if she could bring him under her wing.

Strange how she'd never noticed him before.

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A few days went by.

During this time, Deng Yingrui was living in absolute misery.

He forced himself to stay upright, dragging his still-weak, aching body from that night to clean up the mess the small production crew had left behind.

Facing the director and crew's fury over An Yi's sudden disappearance and the delayed filming schedule, Deng Yingrui could only kowtow and grovel, taking all the blame onto himself.

Using every ounce of his polished flattery and sycophantic skills, he plastered on smiles and spouted nonsense like "the artist suddenly got sick" and "the company had more important arrangements."

He didn't want to do this, but he had no one to back him up.

An Yi, who was backing him now, probably wished he'd suffer even more!

That demon!

He didn't dare shift the blame onto An Yi either, terrified of ruining his reputation and getting another visit from him.

And when Yang Lu called, his voice trembling with fear and lingering dread, probing and accusing in veiled terms, Deng Yingrui's heart raced. He could only give vague, evasive answers.

How the hell was he supposed to know what was going on with An Yi?

This world was no longer the one he knew.

Besides, talking to Yang Lu made him want to puke...

He felt like a piece of meat being roasted over a fire—pleasing no one, enduring immense psychological pressure every second.

But... Deng Yingrui frowned. He didn't really need to fear Yang Lu and Lu Wenshi anymore, right?

They were all An Yi's lackeys now—was there really any rank among them?!

At that thought, he straightened up, then winced and hunched over again.

It hurt like hell! That bastard Yang Lu!

Of course, the root of all this was An Yi—seemingly gentle and harmless, but with devilish methods.

So when An Yi summoned him to report, Deng Yingrui went over with the grim determination of a man walking to his execution.

Standing in the office the company had arranged exclusively for An Yi, he felt like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff. Head bowed, he didn't dare look at An Yi, who sat leisurely on the sofa flipping through a music magazine.

"M-Master..." Deng Yingrui's voice trembled uncontrollably as he started to report, but An Yi cut him off.

An Yi frowned, looking up. "What did you call me?"

"...Master?" Deng Yingrui said, hesitating.

An Yi: "..." That was a bit nauseating.

He set the magazine down. "Just call me by my name."

Deng Yingrui: "!!!" He didn't dare!

He let out a dry laugh. "Then I'll call you boss."

Seeing that An Yi had no objection, he finally recounted how he'd handled the production crew's affairs over the past few days, concluding with, "...For now, the crew's been pacified."

An Yi looked up at him. Sunlight filtered through the window screen, casting a soft glow across his profile. His breathtaking beauty was even more striking in the quiet setting, yet it carried an otherworldly detachment.

Deng Yingrui couldn't shake the feeling that An Yi's backlit face looked sinister.

"Mm, got it." An Yi's tone was flat, revealing nothing.

"As for future bookings," An Yi continued, his voice as gentle as ever, "drop the unnecessary ones—mall appearances, company parties, and those production jobs."

Deng Yingrui was taken aback and instinctively looked up. "Then... what do you plan to do?"

An Yi tilted his head slightly, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips—subtle enough to dim everything around it. "I plan to be a singer."

Deng Yingrui was stunned again. Sure, An Yi had sung during his boy band days and had decent vocals, but he'd mainly relied on his looks and dancing to attract fans.

He was the main dancer in the group!

Now, as a solo act with a ruined reputation, he wanted to go the singer route?

In the past, Deng Yingrui would have scoffed inwardly, nodded along on the surface, and secretly mocked his overconfidence.

But now... having witnessed An Yi's unfathomable methods, how could he dare question him?

Even if An Yi said he wanted to pluck stars from the sky, Deng Yingrui figured he'd have to find him a ladder!

The worst part was, An Yi probably wouldn't even need the ladder—he could climb up on his own!

Even more hopeless!

"Yes, yes! Boss! I understand!" Deng Yingrui nodded frantically, his face plastered with a sycophantic smile.

"Don't worry! I'll adjust our direction right away! I'll cancel all those low-quality bookings! I'll work with Lu Wenshi to find you the best music resources and opportunities! I'll make sure you shine on your path as a singer!"

Watching him practically desperate to bare his heart in loyalty, An Yi just gave a faint "Mm," picked up the music magazine again, and waved his hand to dismiss him.

Deng Yingrui felt like he'd been granted a pardon, tiptoeing toward the door, when the demon's voice rang out again: "Oh, and your salary structure's been adjusted. Don't forget to sign off on it."

Deng Yingrui quickly pulled out his phone, then his eyes went wide. What did it mean his salary was adjusted to intern level, permanently?!

Deng Yingrui collapsed outside the office door, but didn't dare cry out loud, afraid the demon would notice and punish him again.

He truly regretted everything!

If only he'd known, he would've treated An Yi like an emperor!

A few more days passed. On a sunny afternoon, An Yi got a call from Lu Wenshi.

"Boss, the preliminary procedures and documents regarding the equity and asset transfer you asked for have all been prepared."

Lu Wenshi's voice on the other end of the line was extremely deferential: "There are some documents that require your personal signature. When would it be convenient for you? I'll come with the lawyer to your place?"

An Yi was sitting in a rocking chair on the balcony, enjoying the warm afternoon sun and the gentle breeze. He drawled lazily, "Come to my place."

"Of course, of course! We'll head over right away! Sorry to disturb your rest!" Lu Wenshi agreed hastily.

About an hour later, the doorbell rang.

An Yi slowly got up and went to open the door.

Outside stood two people. In front was Lu Wenshi, bowing and scraping, his face somewhat pale, his eyes darting around, clutching a thick stack of papers.