I started by signing in to a billionaire sister

Chapter 23's embarrassing plot

"Sister Na Yan, about the cooperation with Qingshi Group..." Chen Wei started to say, but then stopped mid-sentence.

Sometimes, you don't need to say everything; just conveying the meaning is enough.

“Of course, no problem. Actually, our Glory Entertainment had approached President Su about an endorsement deal before. After all, endorsing Qingshi Jewelry would be a significant exposure opportunity. However, at the time, we didn’t have a suitable candidate, so President Su declined the offer,” Song Yan’er said.

"By the way, your sister must have told you about the signing fee, right?" Song Yan'er asked casually, wanting to know more.

"Yes, I did say that." Chen Wei nodded and replied, "One hundred million."

"Cough cough cough!" With her eyes wide open, Song Yan'er turned her head away, her face turning red from the choking.

Seeing this, Chen Wei quickly handed over a tissue.

"Thank you." Song Yan'er took the tissue and wiped her mouth.

"Xiao Wei, you haven't been in the industry for long, but your signing fee is already comparable to that of top-tier artists. You have a bright future ahead of you."

Song Yan'er quickly regained her usual calm demeanor; otherwise, how could she be called a workplace elite?
"I have to thank Sister Yan for her discerning eye; otherwise, I might still be a street performer on the roadside right now," Chen Wei said modestly.

In the last century, he had seen far too many stars fade into obscurity because of their inflated egos.

One should always be more low-key.

"However, according to the contract, you can only get 40% of this 100 million signing fee. I will try to negotiate with the company to increase the percentage."

Typically, talent agencies are responsible for packaging and promoting artists, so they take a larger share of the profits.

But Chen Wei is different; he comes with his own aura and popularity...

Song Yan'er was worried that Chen Wei would feel resentful.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Sister Yan." Although I can't become a billionaire, being a multi-millionaire is not bad either.

Song Yan'er was somewhat surprised, not expecting Chen Wei to agree so readily, which meant that Guanghui Entertainment had gotten a great deal.

"No trouble at all." Song Yan'er shook her head gently, then suddenly remembered, "By the way, that piano piece I just heard was the first time I'd ever heard it. I wonder which master composed it?"

"A master? He's hardly a master; he's just an unknown nobody," Chen Wei said with a laugh.

"How is that possible? This level of composition is at least world-class..." Song Yan'er's words trailed off as her gaze fell on Chen Wei's face again, her eyes trembling slightly as she said, "Could it be that this piano piece was improvised by you on the spot?"

Chen Wei did not answer directly, but Song Yan'er already had the answer in her heart.

What's even more terrifying is that she seemed to have gotten used to this kind of thing; her surprise was fleeting.

"That's settled then. I'll go back to the company and have someone prepare the contracts. I'll send them to you once they're ready," Song Yan'er said, standing up.

Thank you for your patronage.

The two paid their bill and left the coffee shop.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Then they waved goodbye and left in the opposite direction.

When I took a taxi home, the driver was no longer the familiar one.

As soon as I entered, I heard Su Qingyue's voice, "Xiao Wei is back. The steamed buns are still warm. Come and have some."

"Okay." After washing his hands, Chen Wei sat down next to Su Qingyue and began to eat heartily.

Seeing that two of the four breakfasts were still unopened, Chen Wei asked, "Aren't Third Sister and the others going to eat?"

"That girl Su Yumeng, she usually won't get up until the afternoon on days like this, she must have stayed up all night again last night."

"As for your third sister, she seems to have a poor appetite lately. I've only ever seen her eat the food you made," Su Qingyue recalled.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wei finished his soy milk in one gulp, then got up and walked towards the kitchen. "Then I'll make something for my third sister to eat. I guess her irregular sleep schedule is affecting her stomach."

"By the way, sis, the company said they'll finish the contract and send it to you as soon as possible," Chen Wei reported on the work situation. "Okay, I understand," Su Qingyue replied.

……

Chen Wei spent ten minutes cooking a bowl of clear soup noodles, then went upstairs to Su Mengdie's room.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Knock on the door.

"Big sister, I have no appetite, I really don't want to eat." Su Mengdie's impatient voice came through the door.

"Third sister, you should eat something. I cooked you a bowl of clear soup noodles."

"Ah!" A scream, followed by the sound of something being knocked over and hitting the ground.

Su Mengdie opened the door, looking somewhat disheveled, with her hair disheveled and her hand resting on her slightly red knee.

"Are you alright?" Chen Wei asked with concern.

"It's alright, give it to me." Su Mengdie held out both hands.

Chen Wei handed over the noodles, somewhat puzzled. Didn't he say he had no appetite? He doesn't seem like it...

"By the way, how's your typing speed?" Chen Wei was about to turn around and leave when Su Mengdie called out to him.

"Sixty words per minute isn't too difficult," Chen Wei replied.

"That's enough. Come in and do me a favor."

"Okay." Chen Wei didn't think much of it and followed Su Mengdie into the room.

Unlike Su Yumeng's flamboyant style, Su Mengdie's room was very simple, consisting of a wardrobe, a computer desk, and a bed.

There are no highlights, but also no shortcomings.

"Sis, what do you need my help with?"

"Sit over there," Su Yumeng said, slurping a mouthful of noodles, her words somewhat indistinct.

"Sis, you're not asking me to ghostwrite for you, are you? I can't write novels," Chen Wei said guiltily.

Among the skills I've awakened, there's no category for "great writer."

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. If I let you write it for me and publish it, wouldn't I be drowned in a sea of ​​readers' razor blades? If that happened, I might become the first author to get rich from the razor blades sent by readers," Su Mengdie joked to herself.

"I'll read it, you can type it." Su Mengdie typed too much yesterday, and her fingers are still sore. Otherwise, she wouldn't have resorted to this tactic of having Su Mengdie read what she wrote aloud. To be honest, it's quite embarrassing.

"Okay." Chen Wei placed his hands on the keyboard.

Yu Ling'er looked at Xiao Han, her mouth slightly open, but the words she wanted to say wouldn't come out. Her heart pounded like a bell. This was the first time she had been so close to a man. She wanted to refuse, but her body...

At first, Chen Wei didn't notice anything wrong, but as the game went on, he started swallowing more and more often.

Are novels these days really this daring?
I remember in the last world, nothing below the neck could be described; holding hands was the ultimate expression of ambiguity...

"Sister, is that all?" Chen Wei asked tentatively after not hearing Su Mengdie's voice for a while.

"I... I suddenly lost my inspiration. You can go out first, and I'll call you when I have inspiration again." Su Mengdie's voice trembled slightly.

Chen Wei didn't dare to look back and got up to leave immediately.

Unfortunately, today's update features this kind of plot, making it impossible not to feel awkward.

"Okay, sis, just leave your bowl and chopsticks at the door when you're done eating, and I'll come back to collect them later."

"Ah."

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