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

Seeing that Yang Xue showed no sign of softening her stance, Zhuang Siyu pouted and said:

"But...at least our presence made you a lot of money tonight."

"And...we were also punished..."

Yang Xue curled her lips into a sneer.

"So, I should thank you?"

"Thank you for kindly coming to ruin my first day of live streaming?"

Yang Xue's words left Zhuang Siyu speechless.

"So... what do you want in order to stop?"

After holding back for a long time, Zhuang Siyu finally asked the question.

Yang Xue fell silent.

She hadn't considered going to extremes, but she also hadn't figured out how to retaliate against the trouble the other party had caused.

"I don't have that much hatred for her."

"And this guy's crazy personality is indeed inseparable from the torment of the entertainment industry, so he's not entirely bad."

"Since the money has already been paid, there's no point in endless settling accounts."

"But there's no need to make things too easy for the other party."

Thinking of this, Yang Xue stood up and returned the other person's smile with a playful expression, saying in a light tone:

"What's the panic? I didn't do anything to you."

"Besides, I'm just a small streamer. Even if I wanted to cause trouble for you, how much of a commotion could I make?"

As she spoke, Yang Xue began to walk toward the main stage.

This was clearly not the answer Zhuang Siyu wanted. She knew this woman was very shrewd, so she wanted to try and get another chance.

"Miss Yang, our boss is truly impressed by you!"

"In the era of internet traffic, having more friends means having more options. Could you please give me a chance?"

The other person's words reminded Yang Xue, and she stopped and turned around to ask:

"What did you say?"

Seeing that there was hope, Zhuang Siyu immediately put on a sincere expression:

"Our boss is truly convinced, and we won't cause any more trouble."

"No, I want to hear the second sentence."

Although the secretary has a low emotional intelligence, she is quick-witted.

"We have 7 million followers across the internet and collaborate on more than 30 projects."

"Among them, five are well-known large companies."

"Including Genesis, Joy Music Company, and most of Tiancheng's related influencer support projects."

"If you're willing to make peace, we can..."

“All of these resources you mentioned have approached me, and I have rejected them all.”

Yang Xue interrupted Zhuang Siyu directly and continued:

"So, this is not the opportunity I want."

Zhuang Siyu frowned slightly and asked cautiously:

"Then... what do you want...?"

With the previous rewards, Yang Xue had already come up with a vague plan.

She curled the corners of her lips and said:

"I want... your boss's resources and connections in the entertainment industry in the future."

Zhuang Siyu was stunned for a moment, clearly not understanding what Yang Xue meant.

"I can understand, but I'm not familiar with your boss."

“Go back and tell Feng Xin to personally bring my sincere regards to me.”

"Otherwise, she may not only fail to regain what she once had, but may also lose even more in the future."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Xue strode away, leaving Zhuang Siyu staring blankly at her departing figure.

After a break of about fifteen minutes, the girls on stage each showcased their talents.

Including the introverted Gao Xiaolan, who sang "He Doesn't Understand" that Yang Xue had sung during her live broadcast, accompanied by Gu Tiantian's guitar.

The positive feedback from the comments gave her confidence for future live streams, and she became less reserved.

When Yang Xue returned, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Yang Xue clasped her hands in thanks.

Thank you all for your kindness and donations.

My girlfriends are all very talented, and I will give them more opportunities to shine in the future.

Our account is called "The Wandering Singer." It was once a wildly popular IP, and we've relaunched it. We hope you'll support us with likes and shares.

[Videos are updated every Tuesday, and I'll also upload clips of my live streams with popular streamers...]

Outside the factory, Fu Qingyang found a quiet corner and listened attentively to the other party's introduction.

A few people noticed his exquisite looks, and while they were amazed, they patted the others on the shoulder to watch and discuss.

Fu Qingyang was used to this.

As long as no one recognizes him, he's fine. Even if they do, he has ways to minimize the exposure of this kind of content.

And that is the power of capital.

Fu Qingyang wanted to further confirm the other party's capabilities before leaving.

For some reason, he always saw a reflection of himself or his mother in the other person, as if he were looking in a mirror.

Just as he was engrossed in reading, his phone suddenly vibrated.

The caller was Long Wu.

Fu Qingyang answered the phone without showing any emotion.

[President, you saw someone you knew on the route you took three minutes ago.]

He is the son of Liao Qingsong, a well-known Chinese composer, and Liao Chen'an, a contemporary star.

Fu Qingyang lowered his eyes slightly, thinking of the young man who had bumped into him and was wrapped up very tightly.

"It's alright, Mr. Liao's child probably didn't recognize me."

He was halfway through his sentence when Fu Qingyang added another sentence.

"But we should still keep an eye on their recent movements..."

【 receive!】

Long Wu's reply was concise, and Fu Qingyang hung up.

Yang Xue had already started singing the new song requested by the comments section.

Fu Qingyang helplessly started scrolling through his phone.

For him, none of the world's popular music is interesting.

Love-themed pop songs are superficial, like groans of pain, lacking thought and depth.

"The Zhao family's entertainment market share has recently increased by 3 percentage points...and they have opened 3 entertainment-oriented companies."

"But with an investment of only a million, it must have been a spur-of-the-moment idea..."

"But this looks more like a collaborative tender."

"Is it the Fu family or the Lei family?"

Fu Qingyang scrolled through the recent survey reports sent by his employees, and pondered once again.

For him, the changes in the market are far more interesting than the songs in front of him.

Even though Yang Xue sang very well.

Half an hour passed, and Fu Qingyang still hadn't heard any new works that interested him. Seeing that no one around him was paying attention, he stretched comfortably.

When he's alone, he sheds his icy demeanor and even appears somewhat naive, his mind often drifting into inexplicable contemplation.

After getting up, Fu Qingyang glanced at Yang Xue one last time and thought to himself:

"I really can't appreciate live streaming."

"It would be better to have Xitong and the others keep an eye on things then."

Fu Qingyang left Times Square with his hands in his pockets.

A cool evening breeze blew as Fu Qingyang straightened his collar and cuffs, preparing to head to the underground parking garage where Long Wu was.

Thank you all for your donations. The live stream is almost over, and I have one last song to sing...

In a sense, it cannot be considered a love song, but rather a sorrowful song about longing.

Yang Xue's live stream was still playing on the big screen, and even more people had gathered by now.

Upon hearing the word "longing," Fu Qingyang subconsciously slowed his pace.

The song has a slow tempo and sounds somewhat melancholic.

Although it's not quite the right song for this joyous night, I still want to sing for you all.

After Yang Xue finished speaking, she simply began to pluck the strings of her zither.

Then, a soft voice echoed around Times Square.

A cloud made of rain floats in the wind, a cloud made of rain...

As the incredibly familiar melody began, Fu Qingyang's pupils dilated suddenly, and his body froze on the spot.