Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"Oh, there's a variety show in two weeks, do you want to participate?" Pan Yang was quite indifferent.

Sun Zhouyang was stunned. "I've already refused, what do you mean? Are you trying to force me to be your sugar daddy?"

Pan Yang looked at him, took a bracelet out of her pocket and tossed it to him, her tone indifferent: "Here you go. I like you. If you don't like variety shows, there are other shows. Or do you want to hold a concert? Or perhaps switch from singer to actor?"

"..." Sun Zhouyang looked at the bracelet he had just received in his hand and had reason to suspect that the man had gone mad.

Jiang saw that Sun Zhouyang was about to speak again, but quickly said, "No need, President Yuan! There's no problem with that variety show in two weeks! Well, if there's nothing else, I'll take Zhouyang home first, okay?"

Pan Yang looked at Jiang Yi and then at Sun Zhouyang, and finally nodded: "Okay, contact me if you need anything, I'm serious."

"You..." Sun Zhouyang was about to speak when Jiang Yi quickly covered his mouth. "Little ancestor, don't say anything. If you really offend President Yuan, you'll have nowhere to cry."

"Then Mr. Yuan, please go ahead and get busy." With that, Jiang Yi quickly pulled Sun Zhouyang away. Pan Yang watched them enter the elevator before leaving himself.

In the underground parking garage, Jiang Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief after getting her driver's license. Looking at Sun Zhouyang, who was fiddling with his bracelet in the back seat, she frowned and said, "This is really strange. President Yuan actually said he likes you. What do you have besides your looks? You have such a bad temper, you've been hospitalized, and you even have a history of mental illness. With so many haters, what does he want from you?"

Sun Zhouyang rolled her eyes: "What if he's just after my looks? After all, this face has captivated millions of girls."

"If he's after your looks, then you'd better protect them. With your temper, you're bound to get beaten up." Jiang Yi gave him a disdainful look, then sighed and said seriously.

“Sun Zhouyang, don’t cause any trouble for the variety show two weeks from now. You’re short of money, more short of money than anyone else. If necessary, it’s not impossible to contact President Yuan. As far as I know, you’re the only person he’s ever said he liked.”

“That’s not necessarily true.” Sun Zhouyang said incredulously, then retorted, “CEOs like them can just say they like someone casually; they probably have countless lovers.”

“Then you’re wrong.” Jiang Yi shook her head: “President Yuan has always been very strict with his family. After his parents died, he devoted himself to his work, and of course, to his sister as well.”

"His sister?"

"That's right. Do you know Yuan Qingyan? That innocent newcomer is his sister. President Yuan has given her a lot of resources. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth. But don't think about these things. Just stay put, don't drink, and don't go out and cause trouble."

Sun Zhouyang frowned and opened his phone to search.

As soon as Huan Yang returned to his office, he saw Yuan Qingyan sitting in his chair. Upon seeing him, she immediately got off the chair with a sweet expression and said, "Brother, brother, did you manage to get me a spot on the variety show that Jia Qi is going to participate in? I really, really like him!"

"Couldn't get it." Pan Yang walked past her expressionlessly, took a deep breath looking at the chair she had sat on, and wondered what to do since the chair was dirty, so he picked up his office computer and sat on the sofa not far away.

"What? You couldn't get it!" Yuan Qingyan stared wide-eyed, seemingly in disbelief. She frowned instantly, almost bursting into tears. "But brother, I told you the day before yesterday! Aren't you the one who loves me the most? Please, please!"

"Just this one last time, I know I was too immature and caused a lot of trouble before, but it's not my fault. They reported things wrong. Please, brother, help me this one last time."

Looking at her coquettish manner, Fan Yang couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for her. He looked at the computer and typed in the name of Sun Zhouyang.

Yuan Qingyan was annoyed that he ignored her, and finally snorted coldly, "Whatever, I can manage without you! Tch, I'll never ask you for anything again." With that, she slammed the door and left.

The secretary walked in and saw this scene, looking somewhat bewildered. She looked at Pan Yang, who was sitting on the sofa instead of at his desk, and asked with some confusion, "Mr. Yuan, what about Miss?"

"Ignore her. Withdraw all the resources you left for her and distribute them to those who are capable," Pan Yang said calmly. "Change my office chair. You can do whatever you want with this one. Also, don't let Yuan Qingyan come into my office so easily in the future."

"Yes, President." Although the secretary had some doubts, she didn't dare to ask anything and could only do as Pan Yang said.

Looking at the information on the computer screen, Pan Yang learned that Sun Zhouyang's team debuted seven years ago, and then the team disbanded for some reason. Sun Zhouyang also started creating his own songs. Fortunately, he had enough talent, but soon many people said that the team disbanded because Sun Zhouyang stole other people's songs from their team.

A group of people had a big argument, but this was just the beginning. People online quickly dug up the fact that Sun Zhouyang hadn't attended school for many years and had been expelled for bullying.

He was in the spotlight for a while, then developed mental health issues and started treatment, after which his career plummeted, and there are no further records of him.

So this is what Jiang Yi meant by "just discharged from the hospital," or "just discharged from the mental hospital."

Pan Yang's eyes darkened as he scanned the words. These were all just general statements and lacked any accuracy.

A few days later, Sun Zhouyang was holed up in his apartment. He hadn't had a drink for several days and really wanted to go out, but Jiang Yi had his assistant keep an eye on him. There were too many haters outside, and if he went out, he would definitely be surrounded.

The assistant looked at Sun Zhouyang, who was sitting casually on the sofa, with a helpless expression. He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Sun, please don't go out. I'll cook for you. Please don't sneak out on your own!"

Sun Zhouyang glanced at him, then simply lay down on the sofa: "If you gave me some wine, I wouldn't be so eager to go out."

"Oh dear, if you drink alcohol, Sister Jiang will scold me again." The assistant had barely finished speaking when the doorbell rang.

The two exchanged a glance. Jiang Yi had the key and wouldn't ring the doorbell; they hadn't ordered any takeout.

The assistant took a deep breath and said, "Who is it? I didn't order takeout. You've got the wrong person."

"I am Yuan Panyang," a voice came from outside.

The assistant froze upon hearing the sound, then quickly opened the door and saw Pan Yang standing there.

"Mr. Yuan, what brings you here!" The assistant quickly stepped aside, feeling somewhat startled, as it was the first time she had been so close to Mr. Yuan.

"I've come to see Zhou Yang." Pan Yang walked into the room and immediately saw Zhou Yang lying on the sofa: "Why didn't you accept the friend request?"