CH 236

When they heard that Zhou Shao wanted to see He Zihuan, everyone grew very curious.

They thought that their conversation would last a long time, but He Zihuan came out less than ten minutes after entering. Some were afraid that they hadn’t talked about anything important in such a short time, but most people's hearts fell back into place when that was mentioned.

Not caring what others thought, Tang Sai immediately walked over when he saw He Zihuan come out. "Zihuan, what did Zhou Shao tell you? Did he arrange a job for you?" The people around immediately pricked up their ears.

He Zihuan shook his head, "Zhou Shao just asked me to prepare myself. He said that he would arrange for me to go on a seven-day training course, but I don’t yet know what it’s specifically about."

"Why is it training again?" With that said, Tang Sai didn't feel too disappointed. He suddenly felt that Zhou Shao and President Pan's arrangements with his friend were quite mysterious. Maybe it really was a surprise.

He Zihuan smiled, and his black eyes held a different meaning. Although he was indeed one of the only artists in the company who needed to train from scratch, this did not prove that the company did not value his performance. On the contrary, he felt that the company valued ​​him very much, otherwise, why would he frequently be arranged some special training courses? Obviously, it was to help him lay a solid foundation.

Many people had selectively ignored the most important reasoning. If Zhou Shao really didn’t like him, why should President Pan be his agent?

After getting off work, Wang Cheng went directly to the Binhai Garden villa. Chu Yifeng had already returned, so Wang Cheng found an excuse to not return to the Zhou house for the past two days.

Wang Cheng didn’t know, but Zhou Lin had tried to discredit him because of this matter in the presence of Zhou Shichang, saying that she was worried he would go out and fool around, and that it was a bad idea for him to not return home. However, she did not get a response, because Zhou Shichang knew that his grandson had been busy at both ends recently.

After the two of them ate dinner, Wang Cheng moved his computer from his room to the coffee table in the living room. Chu Yifeng sat across from him, and when seeing his working posture, said, "It seems that you are going to become a workaholic too."

"In order to match up with you, I have to work hard,” Wang Cheng said with a smirk.

Chu Yifeng suddenly took out a catalogue; it was a catalogue produced by Hongye Studio. When he opened the first page, he saw Wang Cheng. "When did you agree to shoot this? Was there a reward to cause you to work part-time and make extra money?"

Wang Cheng took the catalogue and found that it was different from regular magazines; there were only pictures and introductions, nothing superfluous. In fact, it looked like it was carefully prepared as if it were a gift. "Where did you get this catalogue?"

"I found it on another person's desk while discussing business."

"This was not a part-time job, don't think too much. Do I still need to do a part-time job? I promised Master Paul to do it because he made my suit for me, and said that if I lent him half an hour to take a set of photos, the suit would be given to me for free. I thought it was a bargain at the time, so I agreed.” Chu Yifeng suddenly hooked his neck with an arm and dragged him into his arms to ravage him. “You usually seem so smart, why did you act so stupid? You could have bought a set of suits with that."

"Let go, I am going to make it up for myself now," Wang Cheng struggled. He didn't understand this at the time. Although he regretted not giving his own conditions, there was no use in thinking about it now. Only thinking about it was of no avail, and now that the event was over, he shouldn’t look backwards, but look forwards.

Chu Yifeng stopped rubbing his head, but didn't let him go, continuing to hook his neck and pull him over in his arms. "How are you going to make it up?"

Wang Cheng stopped struggling, and put one leg on the coffee table. "Today, Shao Zheng, the person in charge of helping Master Paul take care of his work, called and said that he wanted me to do Master Paul a favor. You know how my company’s artists now need to increase their popularity? He also knows about the current state of Yazhi, so he mentioned this to me."

"Are you going to deny them?"

"Since they offered, if I don't make good use of this opportunity, I will regret it forever. Additionally, I must do this in order to make up for my last mistake." Wang Cheng was already imagining tomorrow's meeting; he would not be merciful.

"Then you help me replenish blood first." Chu Yifeng enticingly touched his collarbone.

Wang Cheng quickly turned his body, pressing a foot against his chin and not letting him get any further, "You can't think of such desires when warm and full. Otherwise, you will be vulnerable to kidney deficiency. Don't bring this on yourself, you can repent and be saved early on."

"Living through pleasure is also romantic." Chu Yifeng grabbed his foot and pulled hard, so that Wang Cheng's entire lower body was held by him. Wang Cheng wore pajamas, and when Chu Yifeng's other hand pulled at him again, his underwear was also pulled down, and two white  buttocks were immediately exposed.

Wang Cheng tugged at his pants, "Hey, hey, hey, gentlemen use their words, not their hands."

"I'm a villain."

Wang Cheng wanted to kill him, but his enemy's strength was too great, and he continued to grasp his weaknesses. "If you are a man, you should do things upright for once."

Chu Yifeng laughed wickedly, "Aren't I going to be ‘doing it’ upright with you now? We can also do it twice or thrice. You can have it as many times as you want."

Wang Cheng glanced at him, and found that he was rolling his eyes more and more frequently. It must be his fault that he rolled his eyes at least once a day.

Wang Cheng also wanted to check on the situation of Hongye Studio, as well as Fashion Pioneers. Knowing the strength of the other party before negotiating could gain him more benefits. However, his plan could not keep up with the changes. He had set the time for tomorrow afternoon, but the next morning, Pan Zhihai already brought over the compiled information. Wang Cheng took a look and found that it was quite complete. The two then discussed together which methods were more suitable for He Zihuan to become famous through modeling. Although modeling did not line up with He Zihuan’s majors, his innate conditions could make up for all of this. Moreover, Wang Cheng discovered that this He Zihuan was like his elder brother and younger sister in school; they had great high school grades and a particularly strong learning ability. According to the data, He Zihuan had taken many other courses while studying his own major, and in each of them he had achieved high scores. It was a pity that such a powerful character was buried in this way.

"He Zihuan's training will be handed over to you. I hope to see an effect in seven days." Wang Cheng said to Pan Zhihai based on the information.

"Don't worry, Zhou Shao, I will supervise him." Pan Zhihai was looking forward to that day. He had been in the entertainment industry for a long time, and also hoped to cultivate a superstar himself.

In the afternoon, Wang Cheng took the materials to Hongye Studio.

Master Paul knew that he was coming over, and had already freed up time. When Wang Cheng came in, the old man looked quite excited and his eyes seemed to glow.

"My dear Wang Cheng, you are finally here." Master Paul kindly held Wang Cheng's hand, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have become more amiable. He smiled, and his bright mood could be seen at a glance. The others made exaggerated expressions as if the sun appeared and rain had cleared.

Wang Cheng knew that foreigners were more enthusiastic, especially this Master Paul, who had already taken precautions before coming. "We meet again, Master Paul."

Paul smiled and said, "I'm very glad you could agree to my unreasonable request. I'm indeed happy that you could come."

Wang Cheng couldn't help but laugh. "Master Paul, I haven't agreed yet."

"It doesn't matter, I believe that you will agree, because I can agree to all your requests," Paul said astonishingly.

"Master Paul, this..." Shao Zheng was shocked. How could he let go of his limits so quickly. Would he agree even if the other party gave an unreasonable price? But as soon as his words were spoken, Paul glared at him and gestured at him impatiently.

"This and that or whatever, I can just do it." Paul thought that everything else was nothing compared to a model who could inspire him. He had lived until this age and didn’t care about such material things. He lived only for himself now, and could do whatever he liked.

Shao Zheng looked like he was about to cry.

Wang Cheng felt very emotional in his heart. It was the first time he met such a refreshing old man. "Then let's start talking."

Paul frowned, as if wanting to say something.

“Okay, Mr. Wang, let's talk in the office," Shao Zheng hurriedly answered. He was really worried that Master Paul wouldn’t even negotiate at all, and would just agree and ask him to write down what he wanted. Then, he would really cry to death. Maybe it was because he interrupted him, but Paul didn't say anything afterwards.

Having said that, Wang Cheng won a gold medal for his thick-skinnedness. How could it not be used well? Originally, he wanted to be more merciful. However, since Master Paul was so generous, then he would make a few more small requests. It would be better if Master Paul could agree to let his models in the fashion industry go to Milan for training. Shao Zheng had originally hoped that Wang Cheng would be more merciful. As a result, he wore a shameless expression the whole time. He stared Wang Cheng down while he made his various requests, hoping that his expression could break a little.

Shao Zheng still wanted to struggle to death, but Master Paul soon became impatient, and directly beat the table and drove Shao Zheng away.

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