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

Yang Xue was quite surprised to see Sun Yue.

He first asked with a smile:

"Mr. Sun, what brings you here?"

He then gently patted his daughter.

"Zhizhi, call out to people."

Yang Zhiyao grinned, her voice clear and crisp:

"Hello, Aunt Sun."

Sun Yuexin was almost melting with cuteness; her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Hey! Zhizhi is so good!"

Having prepared an explanation beforehand, Sun Yue, after responding to Zhizhi, then turned to Yang Xue and said:

"Oh, I went to the media company to look for you, but it turned out that Mr. Jiang said the refugees were at home."

"After all, the site transfer application has been approved, and I just happened to be passing by when I brought it to you."

Yang Xue nodded, accepted the live-streaming venue transfer contract handed to her, and responded very politely:

"I feel so bad that you have to go to all this trouble to make this trip in person."

Sun Yue waved her hand.

"Miss Yang, please don't say that. I'm a huge fan of you and Zhizhi now."

"I even changed my phone ringtone to 'Landscape Painting'."

Yang Xue was somewhat surprised, but she was very pleased to hear the praise, so she smiled and said:

"Mr. Sun, you really know how to talk. Just call me Xiaoxue. I can't accept such a formal address."

"It sounds better to me this way."

Sun Yue quickly waved her hand.

"That won't do, you're a friend of the president."

"I wouldn't dare to shout that."

Yang Xue was somewhat speechless. After thinking for a moment, she said:

"How about this, no matter who's older, you can call me Sister Yang and I'll call you Yueyue, is that alright?"

Sun Yue pouted, still a little hesitant.

Despite her high position, Sun Yue was personally appointed by the president and has the only powerful backing, so she has to be extremely careful in everything she does.

Yang Xue noticed the other person's concerns and added:

"Oh, it's okay."

"If President Fu is upset, I'll handle things over there."

Upon hearing this, Sun Yue's eyes lit up immediately:

"Okay, from now on I'll call her Sister Yang!"

"You'd better put in a good word for me in front of the CEO."

Yang Xue made an OK sign and pulled Yang Zhiyao to leave.

"Sister Yang, where are you going? Let me give you a ride."

Yang Xue thought for a moment and replied:

"I plan to take Zhizhi to a nearby store first to buy modeling clay. Then we'll go to Times Square to do a live stream."

Sun Yue quickly opened the passenger seat.

"Well, that's on my way, I'll give you a ride."

Not wanting to cause trouble for the other party, Yang Xue responded:

"I know I can walk, and besides, we still need to buy some things."

Sun Yue pursed her lips and said jokingly:

"We're already calling each other sisters, if we don't get on the bus soon, we'll become distant."

"Oh, Sister Yang, hurry up and get in the car, let me take my new car for a spin."

Seeing how persistent the other party was, Yang Xue decided not to stand on ceremony with her.

On the bus, Sun Yue suddenly remembered Qian Lang's earlier suggestion, so she mentioned it to Yang Xue according to her own idea.

"Sister Yang, we've taken on a well-known singing competition."

Are you interested in participating?

Yang Xue paused for half a second, thinking that this perfectly aligned with her future development path, and subconsciously asked:

What competition?

Sun Yue responded casually and added some further details.

"The 5th Singing God Competition".

"It's the one that Feng Xin participated in back then."

"In the past two years, Tiancheng has become the largest advertiser of this program."

"If Sister Yang wants to increase her visibility, she can come to the headquarters to register."

"They can usually advance to the quarterfinals."

Yang Xue remained noncommittal, but slowly nodded.

Based on this information, Yang Xue instantly analyzed two points:

1. The so-called "God of Songs" was created by money and power; the show is rigged.

2: And this "God of Songs" has most likely already been decided internally.

"Participating in fake competitions and titles is really pointless."

"Even someone like Feng Xin, who was once hailed as the princess of love songs and fought her way to the finals, could only drink the leftovers of others."

Thinking of this, Yang Xue decided to take a long-term approach and responded:

"Let me think about it."

...

The manager's office is on the third floor of Xinyue Media.

Liao Chen'an, dressed in a black casual T-shirt, sat opposite the desk, on which sat an exquisite long wooden box.

That was a calligraphy and painting written by his grandfather for Yang Xue.

"So Yang Xue was taken away by Fu Qingyang?"

Liao Chen'an asked with a look of utter disbelief.

Sitting opposite him was the company's boss, Feng Xin, who had been defeated by Yang Xue.

Today she changed into a light blue striped shirt, gray crisp trousers, and her hair was styled in a shawl.

Compared to her tough-guy persona yesterday, she was noticeably more gentle and mild-mannered today.

Feng Xin nodded silently, looking as if she had just survived a disaster.

"Yes, and President Fu even apologized to her personally."

Upon hearing this, Liao Chen'an frowned.

"Huh? Is it that weird?"

"There are even more bizarre ones!"

As she spoke, Feng Xin took a sip of water to calm herself down, and then continued:

"You would never guess that the aloof and mysterious CEO Fu actually likes Ultraman!"

"He was wearing an Ultraman mask, and walking down the street like that looked quite out of place."

"And he seemed completely unconcerned."

Hearing this, Liao Chen'an felt uncomfortable and thought to himself:

"What's wrong with liking Ultraman? I like him too!"

"Hmph, shallow woman, she doesn't understand anything."

But he still replied insincerely:

"Ah...that is indeed quite strange."

"So, my full-time writer was poached by Fu Qingyang..."

"Damn it, what bad luck!"

At this point, Liao Chen'an's eyes revealed disappointment.

When Liao Chen'an learned that Yang Xue was writing and selling songs, he pestered his father, Liao Qingsong, to write a calligraphy and painting for her last night in order to seek a collaboration with her.

Now it seems there's no need for that anymore. With Fu Qingyang as her powerful backer, that woman has no worries about food or drink.

Feng Xin squinted at the dejected Liao Chen'an and sneered.

"Hmph, you shouldn't be thinking such nonsense. You're way out of her league now."

However, her expression quickly changed, and she questioned:

"Hiss...! Ever since Senior Sister lost and embarrassed herself in public, you've stopped acting altogether, haven't you?"

"Didn't I write a lot of your songs before? What, now that you're famous, you're starting to look down on them...?"

Liao Chen'an quickly explained with an embarrassed laugh:

"Senior sister, please don't say that."

"Isn't the new season of the Singing God Competition about to start soon?"

"I need to find a composer who is both talented and prolific in releasing songs!"

Feng Xin crossed her arms and glanced at Liao Chen'an with disdain in her eyes.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"You know how murky that show is."

"Yes, I admit she's good, but do you think she can dominate the competition just by having a few good songs?"

Although Feng Xin said that, her eyes were very lively.

Upon hearing about the "Singing God Competition," her mind immediately started racing.

Even if the industry is shady, I still have an audience and traffic, and now I have two good songs.

Therefore, she wanted to give it a try.

After all, in the internet age, true talent will always shine.

But Liao Chen'an clicked his tongue and replied:

"Senior sister, times have changed."

"Even important figures need to be prudent and protect themselves."

"The competition is something that those unknown people have to work hard for, while I went there as a special guest. We can just ride each other's coattails."

Feng Xin secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Liao Chen'an was not a competitor.

She suddenly changed the subject and said:

"Hey? I suddenly had an idea."

"You need writers, and I also want to make a comeback through the entertainment industry."

"Why don't we work together and invite her over?"

Liao Chen'an looked bewildered for a moment, then asked in confusion:

"They might be an acquaintance of President Fu, why would they be interested in us...?"

Feng Xin's expression changed quickly. Recalling the scene from yesterday, she said with some basis:

"Although her relationship with President Fu of Tiancheng is not ordinary."

"But she said she would rely on herself; she has a strong, independent personality."

"So, we still have a good chance."

Liao Chen'an looked completely bewildered by Feng Xin's words, even more confused than before.

"???"

"Senior sister, that's not what you said just now."

"Didn't you say that I'm not good enough for her now?"

Feng Xin panicked a little. She turned her head away from Liao Chen'an's eyes and responded with an awkward laugh:

"Oh...really? Did I say that?"