Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Fang Zhouyang took the bank card but didn't put it away immediately. He looked at Pan Yang and asked, "Why are you here? And President He?"

"Just passing by the Fang family and stopping by to take a look. They've just become the president." Pan Yang nodded, seemingly agreeing with his own statement.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Fang Zhouyang didn't ask any further questions. After returning home, Huan Yang changed his clothes and readily helped him change his clothes as well.

“A theater has invited me to perform there,” Fang Zhouyang said.

"Go if you want."

"It's scheduled for about three days from now. Are you free then?" I initially planned to go directly with Huan Yang, but Huan Yang is the president now, and it seems a bit hasty to ask for a day off so casually.

"I'm busy," Pan Yang replied without hesitation.

"I see." Fang Zhouyang was a little disappointed. He didn't look at Huan Yang, but nodded in a flat voice as if he was making an excuse for Huan Yang: "Well, as the president, the company can't do without you. Then work hard."

"But I can stay with you."

Fang Zhouyang looked at Fan Yang with some disbelief: "But didn't you say..."

“I’m really busy, but I don’t think He will go bankrupt just because he lost the CEO for a day.” Pan Yang said, looking at Fang Zhouyang: “Just tell me if you want me to go.”

A few days later, the theater lights focused on that person. Fang Zhouyang, dressed in a tuxedo, sat at the piano, and after a round of applause...

The notes flowed from his fingertips, gentle and lingering, then suddenly became intense, containing resentment and injustice. Slowly, the intense music calmed down again, as if the resentment in his heart had disappeared, and a ray of warm sunshine shone on his heart.

After the piece ended, the entire opera house fell silent, followed by deafening applause.

Hearing the applause, Fang Zhouyang smiled. This was the real him. He was never an ordinary person without talent. He was exceptionally talented and had his own reasons to be proud.

Finally, when it was completely over, a few people in the crowd politely asked for autographs and photos. Finally, the last audience member left, and looking at the empty seats, he fell into deep thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Pan Yang appeared beside him and asked.

"No." Fang Zhouyang shook his head, as if he had made up his mind: "I'm sorry for being so rude when we first met."

"Just an apology?" Pan Yang's voice was calm, but it seemed to carry a hidden meaning.

"The piece I played today is called Warm Sunshine."

"You introduced it before your performance."

"That piece of music was for you." Fang Zhouyang looked up at Fan Yang. "If it weren't for you, I might not have understood so quickly, Fan Yang, I..."

A phone call interrupted Fang Zhouyang's words.

Pan Yang took out his phone and answered, "Okay, no rush, it'll be fine within a month. Don't worry about them." He then hung up and gestured for Fang Zhouyang to continue.

"I..." Fang Zhouyang opened his mouth, "The phone call just now?"

"It was my secretary calling, about something at the company." Pan Yang said nonchalantly, "What were you trying to say?"

"It's nothing," Fang Zhouyang shook his head. "Thank you."

"Going home?" Pan Yang didn't press further.

"Okay," Fang Zhouyang replied, lowering his eyes to conceal his emotions.

After that, Fang Zhouyang saw Fan Yang less often, and Fan Yang directly arranged for two people to take care of him, and they were almost flawless.

But this didn't make him happy. Logically, he should be happy that Huan Yang became the president, but he felt like there was a knot in his heart.

As if possessed, he took out his phone and sent a message: What are you doing?

He regretted it as soon as he sent it, since he was probably in a meeting or working at that time.

Just a few seconds later, the phone suddenly rang. Fang Zhouyang's heart skipped a beat when he saw the caller ID on the screen, and he quickly answered the call.

"What's wrong? Did those two people upset you?"

"No, I just wanted to ask if you're busy."

"I'll go home after I finish my business. If I feel bored, I can go out for a walk."

"Okay, you're busy, I won't bother you anymore." After saying that, she hung up the phone immediately.

He hadn't expected Huan Yang to call him directly. After staring at the black screen for a long time, he sighed and said, "I'm going out for a walk. You don't need to come with me."

"This? But Mr. Fang, we came specifically to..."

"Should I just wander around by myself, or do you want to be fired right now?"

The two hesitated for a moment: "Then Mr. Fang must call if anything comes up."

Fang Zhouyang ignored the two of them and pushed the wheelchair out, it seems that his temper hasn't changed much.

Fang Zhouyang wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood and eventually came to the square where he had played chess before. The old men were still playing chess there.

Fang Zhouyang didn't go up to greet him, but stood there quietly, glancing at the bracelet on his wrist, which he had never taken off.

He hadn't forgotten what Pan Yang had said before, but...

Fang Zhouyang clenched his fist, trying hard to stand up, but he still couldn't sense that he would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

He doesn't mind now, but if it goes on for a long time, no one will be willing to serve someone forever. He has money, but so does Pan Yang. He doesn't seem to have the ability to keep Pan Yang by his side indefinitely.

"Brother, so you're here." Fang Zhouyang looked up abruptly upon hearing the voice, and upon seeing that it was Fang Bianlin, he was suddenly knocked unconscious.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a dilapidated warehouse in some unknown place. His wheelchair had been overturned to the side, and he was tied to a chair. Since his legs were immobile, only his hands were tied.

There were three people in the warehouse, including Fang Bianlin. There weren't many people, but for a disabled person like him, there was no way to escape.

Fang Bianlin glanced at him with disdain when he saw that he was awake, then took out his phone and dialed a number: "Pan Yang, Fang Zhouyang is in my hands now. It's very simple to keep him safe and sound: three hundred million."

"Tsk, don't be so skeptical." Fang Bianlin sneered as he spoke, giving the remaining two men a meaningful look.

The two men instantly understood and approached Fang Zhouyang. Their lewd expressions disgusted him. "What do you want?" he asked.

Fang Bianlin raised his hand slightly, and the two men stopped moving: "Pan Yang, you heard that too. I'll send you the address within four hours and bring the money over. Don't try anything funny, or else..."

On the other end of the phone, Pan Yang chuckled softly as he listened to the conversation.

Fang Bianlin: "What do you mean?"

“I admit that capturing Fang Zhouyang was somewhat useful, but why should I give you money?”

Upon hearing this, Fang Bianlin's expression changed, and he quickly realized what was going on: "If you really didn't care about him, would you have brought down the Fang family and the Yu family? Huan Yang, three hours. Don't try anything funny, or I'll drag him down with me." After saying that, he hung up the phone.