In the afternoon, around three o'clock, Chuxin Culture began to get busy one after another. The reason was simple: Bai Lin, leveraging his years of connections within the industry and his former position as a board member of Heilong Entertainment, successfully persuaded a group of artists and agents to join Chuxin Entertainment.
Guo Xiao was so busy she couldn't find a moment's rest that afternoon. She brewed coffee after coffee and served fruit platter after platter, yet despite the hectic pace, she felt an unprecedented joy.
After serving three more cups of coffee, Guo Xiao hid in the pantry to chat with a friend. "Hu Ting, Li Xin, Tang Jia, Ding Wei, Guan Biran, they've all arrived. They're so handsome and beautiful in person, and their figures are amazing."
Her friend sent several envious emojis. "Send me a dozen photos and videos."
"I'll take some pictures when I get a chance, it's not very convenient right now." Guo Xiao glanced towards the reception area; more people were arriving. She quickly replied to her friend, "I have to get back to work." She put down her phone and hurried to the front lobby.
Her friend was beside herself with anticipation. "I'm so jealous of you, surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women. Do you still need people at your company? Introduce me!"
Guo Xiao arrived at the reception and, upon seeing the newcomer, her face instantly flushed. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and shriek, "Fu Ji."
Fu Ji smiled faintly. His narrow, double-lidded eyes, with sharp, downward-sloping outer corners and upward-sweeping tails, exuded an air of aloof nobility. Combined with his height of 1.89 meters and naturally fair skin, he embodied a cool, detached elegance to the extreme.
However, when he smiled, his full under-eye bags, clear eyes, and perfect bracket smile dispelled the aloofness, replacing it with a pure, clean, and endearing charm.
It was a stark contrast between his smiling and unsmiling expressions.
He was one of the main male artists from the former Heilong Entertainment, with nearly forty million Weibo followers. He had collaborated with almost all the major stars and participated in big-budget films and television dramas. His popularity was no less than that of Lu Lian in his prime, or rather, he was Lu Lian's successor.
Guo Xiao, having suppressed her emotions all afternoon, finally erupted. She stomped her feet in excitement, covered her face, and flusteredly led the way, "Please come in."
Fu Ji and his agent, Meng Long, followed Guo Xiao into the conference room. Quan Jiu and Bai Lin were both present; Lu Lian had already left.
"Brother Meng, we've finally been waiting for you." Bai Lin stepped forward to greet and shake hands as soon as he saw them.
Meng Long glanced at Quan Jiu, who followed behind, and marveled inwardly. With such looks, and given good resources, this person would undoubtedly become a major star in the entertainment industry in the future.
"Is this your new artist?" Meng Long asked.
Bai Lin laughed heartily. "This is your future boss, President Quan."
Quan Jiu extended her hand with a smile. "Hello, I'm Nine. I'm very happy that you're joining Chuxin Entertainment."
Meng Long's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Screenwriter Nine?" The Nine God who was always trending on hot searches?!
Fu Ji's cool gaze also uncontrollably fell on Quan Jiu. However, he was always adept at controlling his emotions, so his shock remained internal. This young and beautiful person wasn't a celebrity but a screenwriter? Even more so, she was his future boss. The impact was somewhat overwhelming.
"Please sit," Quan Jiu said with a smile.
Meng Long and Fu Ji sat down next to each other. Bai Lin sat next to Meng Long and then placed two contracts in front of them, his eyebrows conveying an eager anticipation.
Meng Long chuckled, "I misjudged this time. I was wondering why even you, a seasoned veteran, were willing to join this new company. There had to be something fishy going on. So that's it."
As they were old friends, Bai Lin was not one to stand on ceremony. He placed the inkstone and pens in front of them and urged, "Hurry up, more people are coming soon."
Meng Long glanced at Fu Ji, his meaning clear.
Seeing this, Quan Jiu understood and said, "Don't worry. Although Chuxin is newly established, with my screenwriting abilities, he definitely won't lack good scripts."
Fu Ji's eyelids lifted slightly as he looked at Quan Jiu.
Meng Long nodded, "With your talent, the quality of the scripts is certainly not an issue. I also know you've already collaborated with renowned directors like Wang Can, Zhao Ziwen, and He Nian..."
"I'm willing to join," Fu Ji suddenly said.
Meng Long was slightly taken aback. *Young master, that's not what you said when you came here.*
Bai Lin clapped his hands. "Now it's perfect, my brother and I are complete. Actually, I kept one thing from you on the phone earlier." Bai Lin said with a grin.
Meng Long knitted his brows. "What bad thing have you hidden from me now?"
"No, no," Bai Lin rolled his eyes. "It's Ping Yang. Ping Yang is also a nominal agent for Chuxin Culture. The artists he manages are also in our company, and there's Liao Wei, who is also a talented individual. So, you really won't lose out by coming here."
This time, even the composed Fu Ji raised his eyebrows, looking at Quan Jiu in astonishment.
This boss, who looked about his age, could actually recruit such capable people?
Meng Long's mouth formed an 'o' shape. "He's never been affiliated with anyone before; he's always operated as an independent agent."
"That's why I said you won't lose out, brother. Would I still trick you?" Bai Lin patted Meng Long on the back.
Meng Long had no hesitation whatsoever and immediately picked up the pen to sign and affix his handprint.
"By the way, you have good relations with Heilong's logistics department, right? Ask them if they're willing to come to our company. Everyone who is willing to join will be hired at their original salary from Heilong." Bai Lin continued, "We offer five insurances and three funds upon joining."
These were words Quan Jiu had told him earlier.
Meng Long was stunned for a moment before he responded with an "Oh," then muttered to himself, *You're digging too aggressively here.* This was blatant poaching from Heilong.
Bai Lin spread his hands, stating frankly, "What's the problem? We're hiring legitimately. Besides, Heilong has collapsed, so it's not really poaching."
"Even if I didn't recruit them, other companies would. Chuxin is just starting and is in need of talent. Our starting point is reasonable," Quan Jiu added.
Meng Long nodded in agreement, but he still felt a bit worried. Regarding Chuxin's acceptance of artists and staff from Heilong Entertainment, entertainment gossip reporters would undoubtedly publicize it extensively. If some people with ill intentions steered the narrative, Chuxin could easily face public condemnation.
Bai Lin, of course, understood Meng Long's concerns. However, he knew that Heilong's downfall was likely due to his boss's machinations. If the vast Heilong could be brought down in an instant, Bai Lin no longer cared about mere public opinion.
Seeing that the two had signed the contracts, Bai Lin urged Meng Long, "Hurry up and contact them. Although Heilong Entertainment was shady, their hiring standards were quite high. Except for those in finance who were complicit, everyone else was very capable, and many companies would eagerly compete for them. Especially the public relations team, you must poach them for me."
Meng Long repeatedly agreed and immediately picked up the phone to contact his acquaintances.
Quan Jiu saw that it was almost six o'clock and had to leave.
"I still have something to attend to at school," she explained.
Bai Lin, feeling indebted to Quan Jiu, was very enthusiastic. "Don't worry, President Quan. Leave it to me. I guarantee that when you come to the company tomorrow, you'll see a different Chuxin."
Quan Jiu sincerely thanked him and left the company.
After leaving the company, she sent a message to Wang Feifei, asking for help to look after her child. However, not long after sending the message, Quan Jiu received a text message from an unknown number.
[Tonight, I want to eat spicy grilled fish, boiled fish slices, and Sichuan peppercorn fish.] Signed: 1003