I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

"Although Feng Xin isn't very smart, she has stable resources and connections, which can serve as a stepping stone for me to enter the music industry."

"She must have given in by now. I can use her to help me figure out the thresholds and obstacles in the entertainment industry."

"And Fu Qingyang..."

Thinking of the other person's clumsy and cautious manner, Yang Xue's lips suddenly curled up, and she sighed:

"And who would refuse a handsome, simple-minded CEO with abundant resources and wealth?"

"Since I still have bait, I'll make the best of a deal with him."

Yang Xue is not a love-struck fool. Whether from her past life or her experiences in this life, she understands men's nature all too well.

In society, mutual exploitation and deception are the norm for most men.

When a woman loses her usefulness and emotional value, ingratitude and ruthlessness become their basic tactics.

Therefore, Yang Xue's strategy for dealing with Qing Yang was to remain vigilant but not to exclude him.

Wouldn't it be better to use his power to quietly develop your strength?

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xue wrote on the paper:

Add the label "[Music Industry Collaborator, Pioneer]" after Feng Xin's name.

Add a "tiger skin" label after Fu Qingyang's name.

Yang Xue glanced at the sleeping Yang Zhiyao again, then suddenly wrote on the paper:

[I'll create a video account for my eldest child and find her a kindergarten nearby.]

Subsequently, Yang Xue transferred 10 yuan to Jiang Xiaolong.

I transferred another 5000 to Zhu Yan, and the sisters who worked hard last night each transferred 500 to 1500.

Undoubtedly, such magnanimous behavior boosted her reputation at Xiaolong Media.

Soon, Zhu Yan sent Yang Xue a video.

In the video, Comrade Xiao Gao is seen waving his phone and shouting throughout the corridor:

My sister is awesome, the best in the world!

I swear to follow my sister to the death!

Meanwhile, Gao Xiaolan, Gu Tiantian, and the other sisters echoed her shouts in the video:

[Sister Yang is awesome!]

Meanwhile, those anchors who had previously questioned Yang Xue forced awkward smiles.

Seeing that these women had all received benefits from "Social Yang," they were now filled with deep regret.

That very night, someone suggested to Jiang Xiaolong that Sister Yang should return to the company as soon as possible.

They listed ten major crimes committed by Jiang Siying, claiming that he deserved his fate, was utterly wicked, that loyal ministers were in power, and that rebellion was justified, and that Sister Yang should not suffer such an injustice.

But Jiang Xiaolong sternly rejected it.

No way! Xiaolong Media treats everyone equally; mistakes must be punished!

He secretly estimated that the business order details should be completed in 7 days.

Moreover, Yang Xue does indeed have a lot to do afterward.

Now that the company has a clear direction, we should give her more time to focus on her own work.

In the afternoon, Yang Xue used a mobile app to pay a year's worth of water and electricity bills, settle outstanding payments, and organize the business orders she needed to work on next.

In the end, she had more than 93,000 yuan left to spend, not including her monthly salary.

"Mom, what time is it...?"

Zhizhi sat up in bed, still half asleep, and asked while rubbing her eyes.

Yang Xue stretched wearily, glanced at her phone, and said:

It's already 5 o'clock.

"Get ready, Mom will take you to the nearby stationery store to buy modeling clay."

"Then I'll give your sister Minmin a lesson."

Yang Xue is a person of her word. She had previously promised on WeChat that the owner of the children's clothing store, Mr. Gao, would give Minmin lessons.

The enthusiastic woman first gave Zhizhi a pair of expensive children's shoes, and then helped her contact a clothing supplier, helping the square dance group win the victory.

Yang Xue naturally felt grateful for this kindness.

...

Xinminqian Street, downstairs in the old city area.

Sun Yue sat in her brand-new Mercedes, waiting silently.

She had been waiting here for two whole hours.

Upon learning that Yang Xue had returned home, Long Wu entrusted her with an important task.

Keep an eye on when Ms. Yang leaves, so that she can be picked up and dropped off by car when she goes to the square.

Goodness... The top executive at Tiancheng Real Estate also has to work part-time as a Didi Chuxing driver.

However, Sun Yue took this task with unusual caution and seriousness.

Who is Miss Yang?

The only woman whom the Heavenly King truly focuses on is the one who willingly sheds her disguise!

Let alone being her checkpoint driver, even if you were to work part-time as her nanny, cooking, cleaning, or even scrubbing toilets, she would treat it as a great undertaking.

Everything is for the sake of progress. If Mr. Qi Tongwei can go and mourn at the leader's grave, how can Xiao Sun be a mere driver!

Moreover, if this were in ancient times, the mission she received would definitely be a secret royal mission; she could be considered half an imperial envoy.

Look at these mountains! Countless ravines and cliffs connect one river after another.

Let this river, like stars rushing and wild geese galloping, meander and bend.

Just as Sun Yue was eagerly anticipating what was to come, a girl's clear and innocent singing voice suddenly came from her phone.

Nowadays, many people in Tiancheng have set Yang Xue's or Yang Zhiyao's songs as their mobile phone ringtones.

Sun Yue picked up her phone and saw that the caller's contact name was "Qian Lang".

She took a deep breath and patiently answered the phone.

【Hey...Manager Sun, what about that thing I mentioned before...】

On the phone, the most familiar male voice rang out, his voice full of attentiveness and earnestness.

“Mr. Qian, I have already told you twice.”

"Tiancheng's celebrity promotion project is still under construction, and the investment project for the new season of the God of Song competition is still under discussion."

A forced laugh came from the other end of the phone, and Qian Lang said in a very humble tone:

[Mr. Sun, if only you would lend a hand and sponsor this program as before...]

We will definitely give Tiancheng Real Estate a prominent sponsorship spot!

If you are willing to contribute your personnel, we can also provide her with sufficient exposure and make her the subject of widespread discussion.

[In this way, Tiancheng will have another well-known spokesperson of its own.]

Sun Yue kept looking out the car window, seemingly only half-listening to Qian Lang's description.

[Mr. Sun, as you can see, Tiancheng is now working in the offline influencer market, and these people are capable of participating in the competition.]

With just a nod of your head and a sponsorship of 1 to 2 million, you can transform an internet celebrity into a high-net-worth star.

[By then, Xinmin Street will have transformed from an "internet celebrity street" into a "celebrity street," which perfectly aligns with Tiancheng's future strategic development.]

Upon hearing this, Sun Yue suddenly thought of Yang Xue.

"Hiss... Mr. Long said she is a proud woman and does not want to rely on the president's reputation."

"But Miss Yang is very capable, and her popularity is constantly rising..."

"Why not let her get some exposure on that little show?"

Sun Yue had this idea and responded lightly:

"Here's what we'll do: send the proposal to my secretary, and I'll take a look at it when I have some free time."

"If I can get approval from my superiors, I'll have the finance department sponsor it according to the previous standards."

Upon hearing this reply, Qian Lang was overjoyed.

"coming!"

Sun Yue's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said softly.

Not far away, Yang Xue was leading the bouncy Yang Zhiyao out of the gate.

Qian Lang didn't understand and asked instinctively.

【Uh, Mr. Sun, what's here?】

Sun Yue immediately replied perfunctorily:

"Ah... nothing."

"You go ahead and take care of it, I have other things to do here."

Oh... then you go ahead and do your work, I won't...

Before Qian Lang could finish speaking, Sun Yue quickly hung up, tidied her hair, started the car engine, and caught up with Yang Xue.

Two beeping sounds from the horn.

Yang Xue pulled her daughter to the side of the road and instinctively made way for the car.

She saw a brand-new Mercedes slowly pull up beside her and then slowly roll down its window.

A delicate and warm smiling face peeked out of the car window.

"Oh my, Miss Yang, what a coincidence...?"