HDRDTH -Chapter 34 Your Vision Is Only Worth Five Million

Ten o’clock in the morning, in the core CBD district of Beijing.

Top floor of the Xingmang Entertainment headquarters.

Director’s office.

Zhao Gang sat in a wide leather executive chair, his legs crossed atop a mahogany desk.

He wore a perfectly tailored designer suit, his slicked-back hair gleaming with pomade. Holding a glass of aged Lafite wine, he leisurely gazed down through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the bustling city traffic below.

As one of Xingmang Entertainment’s true powerholders, Zhao Gang wielded enormous influence in the entertainment industry.

What he loved most was watching young dreamers with ambitions of stardom gradually abandon their principles under his threats and temptations, eventually becoming puppets dancing on his strings.

Su Qian was the latest prey he had set his sights on.

Not only did the little girl possess exceptional vocal talent, but even more valuable was her naturally pure and innocent aura.

With a little packaging, she could absolutely become Xingmang Entertainment’s cash cow for the next decade.

As for who had actually written Invisible Wings—

That didn’t matter at all.

In this era where capital ruled supreme, whoever controlled the copyright bureau’s official seal was the original creator.

Knock knock knock.

The office door was tapped gently.

The secretary walked in on high heels and respectfully reported:

“Director Zhao, Miss Su Wanyi has arrived.”

“Let her in.” Zhao Gang set down his wineglass, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

The office door opened.

Today, Su Wanyi had deliberately dressed in sharp professional attire.

Under Zhao Gang’s predatory gaze, she felt like a lamb stripped naked before a wolf.

Following behind her was a young man wearing a floral shirt, oversized shorts, flip-flops, and casually rolling two walnuts in his hand.

Even more absurd, behind that man stood a fat guy built like a mountain of meat, his face covered in fierce-looking flesh.

The fat man carried a thermos cup, looking every bit like a lackey.

“Miss Su, and this is…?” Zhao Gang frowned, displeasure flashing through his eyes.

That outfit was practically an insult to his luxurious office.

“I’m her husband.”

Yu Xian brushed past Su Wanyi without the slightest courtesy. He walked straight to the desk, pulled open the premium leather guest sofa, patted nonexistent dust off it, and sat down arrogantly.

Click. Clack.

The sound of walnuts grinding echoed sharply through the quiet office.

Zhao Gang’s face darkened like the bottom of a burnt pot.

After years in the entertainment industry, he had never encountered such an arrogant country bumpkin.

“Husband?” Zhao Gang sneered, his eyes scanning Yu Xian up and down with contempt. “Miss Su, according to our records, you’re a single mother. So what is this? Some extra you hired from under a bridge to come scam me?”

“Director Zhao, please show some respect!” Su Wanyi gritted her teeth and spoke firmly. “He really is my husband. We came today to discuss Qianqian’s copyright issue.”

“Discuss? What’s there to discuss?”

Zhao Gang laughed mockingly and pulled out a thick file from the drawer, slamming it onto the desk with a bang.

“Black and white. The copyright bureau’s official seal is crystal clear. Invisible Wings belongs exclusively to Xingmang Entertainment. Your unauthorized public performance constitutes infringement! It’s theft!”

Zhao Gang slowly stood up, planting both hands on the desk as he leaned forward, staring directly at Su Wanyi.

“Miss Su, I don’t like wasting words. You only have two choices.”

“First, pay the five million yuan penalty and issue a public apology across the entire internet. Then wait for the court summons. I’ll make sure you lose everything, and that little girl won’t be able to hold her head up for the rest of her life!”

“Second…”

His tone suddenly softened as he pushed the thick document forward.

“Sign this ten-year full-agency contract. Let Su Qian become an artist under Xingmang Entertainment. Once you sign, the five million disappears. I guarantee that within three years, I’ll make her the hottest child star in the country. At that point, what could you mother and daughter possibly lack?”

Looking at the thick contract, Su Wanyi clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Even though she was only an extra actress, she knew exactly what a “full-agency contract” meant.

Once this slave contract was signed, Su Qian’s food, clothing, housing, travel—even her friendships and words—would all be strictly controlled by Xingmang Entertainment.

The company would take the lion’s share of the money she earned. Mother and daughter would only get scraps if the company felt generous.

“That’s impossible!”

Su Wanyi rejected it immediately.

“I will never push my daughter into a fire pit!”

“A fire pit?”

Zhao Gang threw back his head and laughed loudly.

“Miss Su, do you have some misunderstanding about the current situation? Do you really think you still have room to negotiate?”

The smile vanished from his face instantly, replaced by sinister coldness.

“Believe it or not, with a single sentence from me, tomorrow the entire internet will be flooded with dirt on Su Qian! I can have people dig up your home address and send angry netizens to splash red paint on your doors! I can make her school expel her! I can make it impossible for you to survive in society!”

“You… you’re shameless!” Su Wanyi trembled with rage, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Shameless? This is called the power of capital.”

Zhao Gang smugly adjusted his tie, sat back in his executive chair, and took another sip of Lafite.

“In this industry, I am the rules. Whoever I want famous becomes famous. Whoever I want dead dies.”

“Now I’ll give you three final minutes to think.”

“Sign—or not?”

The office fell into deathly silence.

Su Wanyi closed her eyes in despair.

She knew Zhao Gang wasn’t bluffing.

Xingmang Entertainment truly had the power to destroy them.

Did she really have to sell her daughter to this devil just to preserve her reputation?

Just as the last line of defense in Su Wanyi’s heart was about to collapse and she reached for the pen—

Click.

The sound of the walnuts suddenly stopped.

Yu Xian, who had been sprawled lazily on the sofa like he was asleep, finally slowly sat upright.

He looked toward Zhao Gang sitting behind the executive desk.

“Five million?”

Yu Xian finally spoke.

“Director Zhao, right? Honestly, I thought a company making this much noise would at least be a king-tier player.”

“Turns out after all this… you’re just bronze rank.”

Yu Xian stood up and walked to the desk, looking down at Zhao Gang from above.

“For a mere five million, and for a little girl’s ten-year contract, you mobilized internet trolls and personally came out to threaten and coerce people.”

“The way you eat is not only ugly—it’s downright disgusting.”

“You—”

Zhao Gang froze.

He never imagined this street-punk-looking man would dare speak to him in such a tone.

“What ‘you’?”

Yu Xian interrupted him mercilessly, contempt filling his eyes.

“Your level of vision is only worth five million. No wonder Xingmang Entertainment has been declining these past few years. With a shortsighted idiot like you as management, the company’s doomed sooner or later.”

“How dare you!”

Zhao Gang exploded in fury and slammed the desk violently.

“What the hell are you?! Coming into my office causing trouble! Security! SECURITY! Throw this lunatic out!”

“No need to call them.”

Yu Xian waved dismissively, turned around, and grabbed Su Wanyi’s hand.

“Wife, let’s go. The air in this place is terrible. Breathing too much of it lowers your IQ.”

“But Xiao Yu… the five million… maybe we should…” Su Wanyi still hesitated.

“Five million? He won’t get a single cent.”

Yu Xian sneered coldly.

“Zhao Gang, let me give you a piece of advice. While there’s still time, hurry back and burn your company’s accounting books.”

“And while you’re at it, hire yourself a better lawyer.”

With that, Yu Xian dragged Su Wanyi out of the office without even turning back.

Wang Dafu hurriedly waddled after them. Before leaving, he even raised his middle finger toward Zhao Gang.

“Pah! What trash! You dared mess with my dad—you’re dead for sure!”

“If tomorrow you can still sit here without anything happening, I’ll write my surname Wang upside down!”

Inside the office, Zhao Gang trembled with rage.

The wineglass in his hand smashed violently against the floor, shattering into pieces.

“Hahaha! What a complete joke!”

His face twisted as he roared furiously:

“I’d like to see what waves you two shameless bastards can possibly make!”