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

"Stay away? Why?"

Yang Xue suddenly crossed her long, shapely legs and crossed her arms over her chest. Her expression held a hint of amusement.

Liao Chen'an didn't make a particularly good first impression on Yang Xue because he wasn't sincere enough and had a lot of ulterior motives.

But Yang Xue still wanted to hear what Xiao Fu had to say.

Fu Qingyang paused for a moment, then answered in as calm a tone as possible:

"That young man is too cunning."

"But they are short-sighted, and the arrogance in the entertainment industry is too strong."

"It will lead you astray."

It was obvious that Fu Qingyang didn't like Liao Chen'an, and his words were filled with wary hostility.

Hearing Fu Qingyang's answer, Yang Xue asked herself a question:

"So he's far inferior to you?"

Then, with a smile, she asked:

"Oh, so I have to keep my distance from him?"

"Yes!"

Fu Qingyang answered without hesitation, almost as if he were the one who answered first.

"Is this guy... jealous?"

Yang Xue then asked, feigning seriousness:

"Then here's the question: what if I don't try to get involved with Liao Chen'an, but he initiates contact with me?"

Fu Qingyang suddenly turned around, no longer concealing his CEO aura.

"Tiancheng has built dozens of large factories in Africa and needs artists to perform for them."

"This project will promote friendship and development between our country and the Third World."

"I will have a detailed discussion with Mr. Liao soon, and I believe he will give his full support."

"Um...?"

Yang Xue was immediately filled with questions.

"He just said something to me, and you're sending him to Africa?"

"Isn't that a bit too domineering?"

She couldn't help but feel sorry for Liao Chen'an for half a second.

He coughed lightly and said:

"Cough cough cough... Okay, okay, your stress response is way too strong."

“I don’t know him well. He’s a smooth talker, and I find him a bit off-putting.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingyang's expression softened considerably.

Yang Xue regained her composure and asked:

"Besides Mr. Liao, what other career paths do I have?"

Fu Qingyang slowly sat back down next to Yang Xue and spoke softly:

"You only need to focus on one point."

"Which one?"

Yang Xue asked in surprise.

"How to control the discourse."

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice.

"Once you're qualified enough to enter that circle, the methods they use to get rid of you are nothing more than using public opinion, unspoken rules, traffic restrictions, and other means."

"It used to be simple because they controlled the outlet for the sound."

"But things are different now. In the era of social media, those who win the hearts of the people win the world."

Fu Qingyang's words were sharp, succinctly pointing out the shortcomings of the current Chinese entertainment industry.

The development of the internet led to the decline of the television era. Although domestic entertainment still has a large audience, it is no longer the only one.

Yang Xue fell into thought once again.

She clearly remembered that in her previous life, a large number of celebrities began to enter the online influencer market.

Online interaction has directly reduced the cost of following celebrities and the social class of celebrities.

They are no longer the stars that people chased and looked up to before the millennium.

Look back at yourself.

Although Xiao Fu used tactics to limit my traffic, my popularity and income are still on the rise.

The dissemination of one's own music will not be hindered by platform restrictions.

As long as your content attracts enough social attention, the traffic will be like a flood, and you can't stop it by simply blocking it.

The change in her thinking allowed Yang Xue to re-evaluate her plans.

"So even if I don't sit at the table, I can set up a small game on the side for my own amusement."

"If someone is good enough, there's nothing they can do?"

Fu Qingyang nodded and said with great confidence:

"What I need to do is to hide your sharpness before you have fully grown your wings."

"Don't let them pay attention to you."

"Anyway, you'll never have to worry about money when you have me around."

Seeing the hint of pride hidden in his aloof expression, Yang Xue wrinkled her nose and gave a soft snort.

"Hmph, I don't want your money."

"None of you men are good."

Having experienced the original owner's memories, Yang Xue also developed a phobia of men.

Men like Qian Lang lack a sense of responsibility and self-reflection.

Women are more like collectibles to them; they are afraid of being seen by others, and even more afraid of being touched, so they are kept at home as decorations.

On the surface, they make vows of eternal love, saying "I'll take care of you" and "I love you" over and over again.

As a result, after the woman lost her voice, she was subjected to psychological manipulation by these scoundrels every day.

What do you mean by "Without me, you are nothing in the outside world"?

Or perhaps, “There are so many outstanding women out there, but I chose you out of a million; you should be grateful.”

Or, "I'm already exhausted, please don't cause me any more trouble!"

Damn it, which hypocrite said that in the first place?

"Stop working so hard outside, why not just stay home and be a comfortable and happy woman?"

Therefore, Yang Xue, who is strong-willed by nature, also rejected Fu Qingyang's financial sponsorship.

Like many ordinary people, she loves money, material things, and life.

But she prefers stability and reliability.

Fu Qingyang realized he had offended Yang Xue and said very sincerely:

"I'm sorry for reminding you of unpleasant memories from the past."

"I was arrogant."

Yang Xue pursed her lips and stood up from the chair.

"Hmph, I won't do it next time."

She then stood up and walked forward with her hands behind her back, her expression aloof.

On the surface, she appears calm and collected, but in reality, her heart is pounding nonstop.

There are almost no people in this world who can make Fu Qingyang apologize.

But now there is.

...

The two continued walking forward, and Fu Qing added to Yang Ji's previous questions:

"If you take me as your benchmark and want to have enough say in the entertainment industry."

"The best course of action is to rely on the strongest and most reliable support."

Yang Xue reacted quickly.

"You're saying the most stable pillar is the country?"

Fu Qingyang smiled, a rare occurrence, his eyes filled with admiration.

"This is the most important step in development, and also the most easily overlooked part."

Yang Xue stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on the man's eyes as she listened intently.

Fu Qingyang also said with utmost seriousness:

"This card is a lifesaver."

"When you are ridiculed by villains, or when you are falsely accused and framed, if mainstream media can stand up for you."

"Even if they scheme and plot, it will all come to nothing. Not only that, they will also suffer the backlash."

Yang Xue nodded slowly, and in her heart gave herself a thumbs up for reaching a public welfare cooperation agreement with Grandpa Liao.

"Whether those celebrities are vying for fame or pursuing profit, they can never escape the word 'greed'."

"I think you can."

As Fu Qingyang finished speaking, his eyes were filled with expectation and hope when he looked at Yang Xue.

Yang Xue did not shy away from the other party's burning gaze at all, but instead met his gaze.

On her pretty face, the corners of her lips curved into a beautiful smile.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll treat you to some skewers."

Fu Qingyang was surprised for a moment, then chuckled and nodded.

"It's three o'clock, come with me to pick up the kid from kindergarten."

As she spoke, Yang Xue walked forward with her hands behind her back, her gait lively and adorable.

As Fu Qingyang watched her retreating figure, his smile grew even brighter.