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Chapter 153 Disease
Unable to contain his curiosity, the passerby singer released his fingers from the microphone and walked toward the security guard.

"No unauthorized personnel allowed." The security guard reached out his hand to stop him before he could.

"I'm not going in. I just want to ask you something," the passerby singer hurriedly explained.

"What is it?" Upon hearing this, the security guard lowered his hand; he was not entirely heartless.

"That person just now, you called him President Chen, was that just a polite way of addressing him, or... is he really a high-ranking executive at Jinmai Entertainment?" The passerby singer voiced his question.

The security guard stared at him, and the atmosphere remained tense for a few seconds.

Then he said, "Don't you watch the news?"

"News? What news?" The passerby singer scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, "I haven't been watching much lately because of some special reasons."

"Jinmai Entertainment has already changed hands."

Before the security guard could finish speaking, the passerby singer, looking utterly shocked, exclaimed, "What! Jinmai Entertainment has changed hands? Your boss has changed?"

"Yes, the guy who just went in is our new boss. Now you understand, right?" the security guard confirmed.

"I understand, I understand." The passerby singer walked away silently, looking somewhat gloomy.

It seems I really need to seriously consider whether or not I should continue persisting.

In the face of truly talented and capable people, hard work seems to be worthless.

It's exhausting to give unconditionally without receiving anything in return, or even nothing at all.

……

With a ding, the elevator doors opened.

Chen Wei arrived at the filming location of The Voice of China.

At first glance, the stage design is indeed eye-catching, and you can tell that a lot of effort has been put into it.

Of course, what attracted Chen Wei's attention the most were the four swivel chairs for the instructors.

It wasn't much different from the swivel chair Chen Wei remembered from his mentor, since he had provided the design drawings.

"Keep testing going, you absolutely cannot make any mistakes!"

"Mr. Chen, you've arrived."

Wang Jia was busy confirming the stage lighting effects with the staff when she noticed Chen Wei. She quickly walked over and bowed slightly.

She was wearing a white shirt today, with the buttons spaced far apart. When she lowered her head, one side bulged outwards and the other side bulged inwards, revealing the texture of her bra, which looked like a flower.

"President Chen?" Wang Jia looked up in confusion.

Following Chen Wei's gaze downwards, she quickly pressed her hand to her chest, blushing, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen."

"No, it's nothing." Chen Wei couldn't understand why Wang Jia had any reason to apologize to him. He should be the one apologizing.

But after hearing her say that, I readily agreed.

There was no need to make the atmosphere too awkward, so she simply changed the subject and asked, "By the way, how's the stage preparation going?"

"Ah! Well, everything is going according to plan. If nothing unexpected happens, we can start recording this week," Wang Jia quickly calmed herself down and answered.

"Can I sit in that swivel chair?" Chen Wei raised his hand and pointed.

“Of course.” Wang Jia nodded slightly.

As a loyal viewer of The Voice of China, Chen Wei had always wanted to experience what it felt like to sit in this seat and slap someone.

Snapped!
"Mr. Chen, the swivel chair isn't powered on yet, do you need it...?"

"No need, I just wanted to try out what it felt like to hit it. Anyway... the rebound was pretty good," Chen Wei said, standing up.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" As he walked around, Chen Weidong looked around carefully and asked Wang Jia. "If possible, could you be a mentor? I think that would definitely guarantee high viewership ratings."

Wang Jia had actually wanted to talk to Chen Wei about this for a long time, but she hadn't found the opportunity.

"No problem, but how much salary should I ask for?" Chen Wei raised his chin, looking like he was seriously thinking.

Hearing him say that, even Wang Jia couldn't help but retort, "The whole company is yours, are you going to ask yourself for a salary?"

"really……"

"really?"

"People really do look better when they're smiling. We may be superior and subordinate, but we're also friends. You don't need to be so reserved," Chen Wei said, seizing the opportunity.

Wang Jia felt as if she were basking in a spring breeze, and almost unconsciously agreed with a "okay".

"Mr. Chen, I still need to screen the applicants. If there are no problems..."

This was the first program that Wang Jia personally planned under Chen Wei's direction, and she didn't want to mess it up.

Deep down, she hoped to spend more time with Chen Wei.

Compared to short-term gains, after careful consideration, Wang Jia prefers to take a long-term approach and aim for bigger profits!
Seeing that nothing was wrong, Chen Wei left Jinmai Entertainment in less than thirty minutes.

Running such a big company, yet finding nothing to do, Chen Wei felt quite successful at being a hands-off boss.

Most importantly, his subordinates are all very shrewd.

During his absence from the company, his secretary handled almost everything.

This truly proves the saying: when there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do...

Of course, only the first half of the statement is verified.

Before leaving, Chen Wei took a special look and found that the passerby singer had already left. Originally, Chen Wei had wanted him to participate in The Voice of China.

Just as Chen Wei was considering what to do next, he suddenly remembered the Doubanjiang (fermented broad bean paste) incident.

This is undoubtedly a great opportunity to make a fortune. In this world, he is the only one who knows the recipe for fermented soybean paste; not everyone can make it.

Those five-star chefs only learned the basics.

But even this small detail is enough to make guests linger.

If we don't invest in a factory and achieve mass production, wouldn't we just be watching a money-making opportunity slip through our fingers?
With this in mind, Chen Wei dialed Su Qingyue's number, "Sister, there's something I need to discuss with you."

"Okay, I'll be right there. We'll discuss this in detail when we meet."

He hung up the phone and reached out to flag down a car.

Seven or eight minutes later.

Mingzhu Building.

As Chen Wei stepped out of the elevator, he noticed something odd: he saw seven or eight people rushing towards Su Qingyue's office, looking flustered.

Could it be that something happened to my older sister?
Chen Wei's heart tightened immediately, and he rushed over as fast as he could.

"Excuse me!" Chen Wei exclaimed excitedly as he squeezed through the crowd, "Sis, you didn't..."

"Xiaowei, you're here. I'm sorry, my client suddenly fell ill and is waiting for an ambulance. We can talk about what happened earlier later."

It was clear that Su Qingyue was very worried, but there was nothing she could do but wait anxiously. She hated this feeling of powerlessness, she hated it so much!
"Xiao Wei, what are you doing?" Su Qingyue asked as she saw Chen Wei squatting in front of the old man.

She knew Chen Wei possessed some remarkable medical skills, but this old man was no ordinary person. If he were to truly "die" at Chen Wei's hands, even Su Qingyue might not be able to protect him.

(End of this chapter)