Ming Jingxin, hiding in the corner, stood up quietly and left, and called Du Yue after leaving the bar.

"Hey, ancestor, what are you asking for so late?" Du Yue yawned long.

"Sister Yue, I remember you told me before that a variety show sent me an invitation letter?" Ming Jingxin opened the car door and got into the car.

Du Yue sighed helplessly: "I can receive invitations to various variety shows every day. Which program are you talking about?"

"Song of the Year."

“…Is this show related to us?”

"No? Then find a way to get one."

"No... haven't you always looked down on variety shows? You also said that such shows are just playing singers like monkeys..." Du Yue suddenly lost her sleep.

"You remember wrongly, I have never said such a thing. Make arrangements immediately, I will get the result tomorrow morning." Ming Jingxin hung up the phone after saying that, not giving Du Yue a chance to refute.

Du Yue looked at her phone and asked blankly: "Is this the wrong medicine?"

"Wife, what time is it? Go to bed quickly." The man next to him reached out and pulled the stunned woman into the quilt.

"How can I have such a good life? You go to bed first." Du Yue pushed away the man's arm irritably, turned and got out of bed, "The agent's job is not something that humans do!"

Ming Jingxin sat in the car and watched Tong Jie come out of the bar before starting the car and leaving.

He Yiyi did not rush to leave, but instead stayed in the small sofa in the bar monitoring room waiting for Rong Xuan until she fell asleep. The bar closed at 4 a.m., Rong Xuan woke He Yiyi up and drove her back to her residence.

He Yalin's home is in a townhouse area on Wutong Road. It has a small building with two floors and a small yard, which can be regarded as a quiet place in the midst of chaos.

"Oh, when will you clean the house?" He Yiyi looked at the clean and bright house and asked in surprise.

"Thank you for finding a cleaner for me!" Rong Xuan threw the car keys on the shoe cabinet at the door, took off his shoes, stepped on the floor barefootly, and went to the refrigerator to get a can of coconut milk, and then turned around and poured it into the sofa.

"Are you back?" Song Yuan, wearing a home clothes, came down from the upstairs and saw He Yiyi's eyes lit up, "I'm just going to buy breakfast, what are you eating?"

"I'm not picky about food, eat whatever I have." He Yiyi took a sip of coconut milk and poured it on the sofa on the other side.

After Rong Xuan looked at Song Yuan going out, Fang turned his head and asked He Yiyi: "Sister! Are you raising this person with me because you are afraid that my uncle will know how to beat you up?"

"Get out!" He Yiyi stretched out her legs and kicked Rong Xuan.

Rong Xuan shrank his neck and avoided the kick, and asked again: "Then you put him here and you still care about food and drink. What's the point?"

"He is Zhou Han's substitute." He Yiyi sneered.

"What?" Rong Xuan didn't understand what this sentence meant.

"Zhou Han can't sing at all, so there is Song Yuan, the 'living assistant'." He Yiyi sneered, "Wait, I want him to look good."

"No..." Rong Xuan suddenly sat upright and asked in surprise: "Was Zhou Han you mentioned to be the popular idol, right?"

"Hmm." He Yiyi nodded.

"Damn it! Is he lip-syncing?" Rong Xuan's eyes were round.

"Hmm." He Yiyi nodded again.

"I'm sorry, I downloaded all his songs for the member..." Rong Xuan slapped the sofa hard.

He Yiyi raised her eyebrows playfully: "I just think that the membership fee for one month is fed to the dog."

Rong Xuan stared at He Yiyi for a while and asked again: "How do you know such a secret thing?"

He Yiyi was too lazy to explain, so she turned on the recording on her phone to him. After listening to the recording, Rong Xuan lay on the sofa and sighed to the sky: "That's so fucking... I'm getting the lower limit updated every day!!"

"Young man, you have to learn to grow up." He Yiyi took back her phone and stuffed it into her pocket.

Rong Xuan suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly got up and leaned on the armrest of the sofa and asked, "Do you don't like Zhou Han because you discovered this?"

"No, it's because I was blind before."

"So you brought Song Yuan back because of love and hatred, and decided to slander Zhou Han?"

He Yiyi raised her hand and pushed Rong Xuan's head away: "Can't you decorate something beautiful in your head?"

"Then what do you want to hide him here?" Rong Xuan asked lazily on the sofa.

"At first, I wanted to use his hand to slap Zhou Han in the face. However, he is indeed a talented singer, and his talent cannot be wasted."

Rong Xuan smiled angrily: "Oh, do you want to be merciful to the good and the good-looking guy?"

He Yiyi suddenly sat upright, poked Rong Xuan's shoulder, and asked, "I want to register an entertainment company, what do you think?"

"Aren't you a writer? Why do you want to open an entertainment company?" Rong Xuan asked in confusion.

"Many people have come to ask about my copyright. I think it's a loss for anyone to hand it over, so it's better to operate it yourself."

"You can set up a screenwriter studio. Wouldn't it be enough to cooperate with other companies? The entertainment industry... is so scary. I think it's better for you to stay away from it."

"Well, it makes sense." He Yiyi nodded, "then it's decided."

"That's right. I have a friend who can help with the establishment of a screenwriter studio."

"Let's go back and have an appointment with your buddy for dinner. I'll ask someone what you need to prepare for when setting up an entertainment company."

"What? Are you really here? Entertainment companies are not that easy to run!"

"Don't make a noise, I'm making a phone call." He Yiyi took out a phone number from her phone's address book and dialed it out.

"Hey, Yiyi?" The phone was answered, and the other party seemed to be running and a little gasping.

"Aunt Gu, good morning." He Yiyi immediately transformed into a well-behaved girl next door.

"Good morning! Why did you call me at this time? Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, I called you now because I wanted to make an appointment to greet you! I didn't go to greet you during the New Year, I hope it's not too late."

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

"Then, I won't be polite to you. I'll go to your house for lunch."

"Okay, okay, I remember that you like to eat shrimp wontons made by my aunt the most, and I will ask her to pack it for you later."

"Aunt Gu loves me, see you at noon."

“See you at noon.”

He Yiyi hung up the phone, looked up and saw Song Yuan coming in with breakfast, got up and said, "I'm back, have breakfast first, and go and have a tour with me later."

"Okay." Song Yuan smiled warmly and took the breakfast in his hand to the dining table.

After breakfast, He Yiyi asked Rong Xuan to find more than one piece to change it for Song Yuan, and then took Rong Xuan's baseball cap and handed it to Song Yuan: "Bring it."

Song Yuan silently took the hat and put it on, then took out his mask and put it on. He Yiyi went to the storage room to pick two boxes of supplement gifts, then grabbed Rong Xuan's car keys, waved her hand to say goodbye to Rong Xuan.

"Where are we going?" Song Yuan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, asked He Yiyi.

"Gu Jiahua, the legal director of Zhou's Group, has dozens of excellent lawyers under his command, and is familiar with lawyers from all law firms in Fengli City. You need her help with your contract issues with Zhou Han and your sister's affairs."

In fact, there is another important thing that He Yiyi didn't say. In the last life, Gu Jiahua was one of the people who really protected her for her. She was Zhou Xiyue's good friend. If she hadn't been staying in Zhou's family and holding Zhou's legal department, He Yiyi's shares would have been deceived by Zhou Qinglan long ago. So when she came back from rebirth, besides her grandfather, the person He Yiyi wanted to visit the most was her.

"Thank you really, really." Song Yuan owed sincerely.

"No, I'm not helping you for free. After my entertainment company was established, you were my first contracted artist. I still expect you to make money for me." He Yiyi smiled.
Chapter completed!