Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 590 -590: Raising a Star (13)

Chapter 590 -590: Raising a Star (13)

Chuzheng ignored his nonsensical ramblings, “Where’s your assistant?”

“No assistant,” Feng Wang suddenly huffed angrily.

As someone like Feng Wang, would Lan Ling not assign him an assistant?

Chuzheng didn’t believe it for a second.

Chuzheng pulled out her phone.

“Who are you calling?” Feng Wang saw her movement and immediately interjected, “Don’t call Lan Ling.”

Chuzheng stopped, and her cold gaze swept over him, “Your assistant’s number?”

“How would I remember an assistant’s phone number?” Feng Wang pursed his lips, very haughty, “Just go, I don’t need company.”

Chuzheng: “…”

I do want to leave.

Bastard won’t let me, though.

Today, I’m also trying to be a good person.

Chuzheng pulled out a chair and sat down.

Feng Wang glanced sideways at her, “Why aren’t you leaving? Even if you stay, I won’t give you another glance, so don’t hope to covet my beauty!”

Crazy person!

You have beauty, and I don’t?!

I’m better than you… alright, not as good-looking as you.

Chuzheng rolled her eyes inwardly and decided to ignore him, busying herself with her phone instead.

Chuzheng ignored him, and Feng Wang couldn’t stir up any waves.

Feng Wang didn’t bring his phone, so he could only glare at Chuzheng—watching her on her phone.

Even deep into the night, the intensity of Feng Wang hitting a journalist hadn’t died down. Night owls and passerby, along with his huge army of haters, were tirelessly listing his crimes.

Of course, among them were some who were fixated on his appearance—not caring what he had done, only about his looks.

Chuzheng summed up a few things: Vase, diva behavior, lack of manners, suppressing newcomers, disrespecting seniors…

Too many to count.

Any possible flaw an artist could have, he had them all.

Flaws an artist shouldn’t have, he had those too.

How did someone so lively end up so corrupted?

Chuzheng quietly scrolled through her phone while Feng Wang glared for a while, his eyes started to ache, so he lay down on the bed, turning his back to Chuzheng.

He didn’t sleep either, just lay there with his eyes open, staring into space.

His pupils were devoid of anything, like a silent void. If you stepped into it, you’d be engulfed by the dark emptiness.

–

When Feng Wang woke up the next day, the first thing he saw was Lan Ling.

“Did she tell you?”

“What?” Lan Ling looked exhausted.

“Your newly signed artist.”

“Chuzheng? What does she have to do with it?” Lan Ling was skeptical.

It wasn’t her who told?

Feng Wang frowned, “How did you know I was here?”

“There’s a friend of mine in the hospital who told me,” Lan Ling said with hands on her hips, angry, “I warned you not to drink, you didn’t listen, and now look, you ended up in the hospital, satisfied now?”

“…”

Lan Ling scolded him relentlessly.

When she left, she had asked him if he was fine, and he assured her he was absolutely fine…

And then, the next thing she knew, he was in the hospital.

Lan Ling wished she could rub him into the hospital bed.

Feng Wang occasionally talked back, maybe because his stomach ailment hadn’t easied yet, and he wasn’t as strong as Lan Ling.

In the end, fearing he’d be photographed in the hospital resulting in more headlines, Lan Ling hastily processed his discharge and took him home.

“About hitting that journalist, you’re not allowed to respond in any way. Just take good care of your stomach! Don’t cause me any more trouble!” Lan Ling ordered Feng Wang to recover at home.

“Okay.”

Lan Ling rattled off a bunch of things.

Feng Wang slumped on the sofa, whether he absorbed any of it, only he knew.

“That… can you give me the number of your newly signed artist?” Feng Wang suddenly asked her for Chuzheng’s number as Lan Ling was leaving.

“What for?” Lan Ling frowned.

Feng Wang stated righteously, “Isn’t she also living here now? We’re going to be colleagues, so isn’t it normal to exchange numbers?”

Lan Ling seemed to find Feng Wang’s reasoning sound and, weighing it out, she finally gave him Chuzheng’s number.

Feng Wang got the number and immediately became fiercely accusatory.

Feng Wang: Was it you who snitched on Lan Ling and me?

Feng Wang: Even if you don’t reply, I know it was you snitching, little junior sister. You can’t behave like this, you’ll get yourself in trouble.

Feng Wang: Text read, what’s the meaning of you not replying to me?

Feng Wang: Have the guts to reply to me! (Message failed to send)

Feng Wang held his phone, staring at those few words as if trying to will a flower into existence.

Was he blocked?!

Chi Chuzheng!

Well played!!

Feng Wang opened WeChat, entered the phone number, and sent a friend request.

The other party declined your friend request.

Feng Wang took a deep breath.

Tried adding again.

The other party declined your friend request.

Feng Wang: “…”

Feng Wang put down the phone, walked over to the drawer beside him, found a bottle of pills, and took two.

He glanced at the remaining pills in the bottle—there weren’t many left…

Feng Wang threw the bottle back into the drawer and didn’t touch the phone again.

–

Chuzheng had no time to deal with Feng Wang.

She had important things to do.

[Main Mission: Secure a ‘Divian’ jewelry endorsement within ten days.]

Fanluoya and Divian were both benchmarks in the jewelry industry.

Securing their endorsements would elevate a star’s status.

Based on the original host’s current status, she wouldn’t even come close to getting such endorsements.

Now, she was expected to secure this endorsement within ten days.

Wasn’t this making things difficult for Little Cutie?

Did Divian, a company exploiting jewelry for huge profits, lack money?

Lack of money?!

But she didn’t want to be rewound…

Chuzheng became puffy like a blowfish, but in the end, she still had to figure out a way to complete the mission.

Now she was the helpless and weak Little Cutie.

Divian didn’t seem to be looking for a spokesperson recently.

The domestic spokesperson was Queen of Film Tan Xin.

The original host had acted with her before; she was somewhat prideful and difficult to get along with.

Chuzheng browsed through Divian’s official Weibo but didn’t find much useful information.

However, money talks, and since she couldn’t find an external opportunity, she might as well look internally.

Chuzheng quickly got reliable information that Divian was looking for a spokesperson for their new ‘Lethal Fire’ series.

Big-spending jewelry companies always looked for a spokesperson for every new series they launched because they apparently had too much money to burn.

Bastard didn’t specify what kind of endorsement, so this was also a viable option.

The issue now was that the series was not openly seeking a spokesperson, which clearly meant they didn’t want these celebrities, or they wanted to avoid backdoor dealings. So, they were using an invitation system, where invited artists could audition and had to sign a nondisclosure agreement.

The question was—how could she get an invitation from Divian?

“Chuzheng sister, I’ve washed all the clothes.” Liang Xi, wiping her hands, came out: “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

Chuzheng looked up at the hyperactive child Liang Xi: “The porridge on the table, you take it to Feng Wang.”

Liang Xi’s face changed slightly, and she hesitated: “Sister Chuzheng… do I have to go?”

“Why?”

Chuzheng asked calmly, but Liang Xi was somewhat panicked.

Liang Xi fiddled with her clothes: “I… Brother Wang… I’m a little scared of him.”

Chuzheng didn’t make it hard for Liang Xi.

Deliver it herself?

Dream on.

Chuzheng called the apartment staff to deliver it.

For such an apartment, the monthly property management service fees were so high it was frightening, naturally corresponding with the service.

As long as it’s within their power, they would comply with any request.