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Cheng Yi's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at Yang Jun and said directly, "Mr. Yang Jun, right?"

"Yes, yes, you can just call me Xiao Yang." Yang Jun nodded and bowed hurriedly.

“I think Song Zuer is a pretty good kid. I’d like to sign her to One Meter Sunshine. Name your price.”

Cheng Yi spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Upon hearing this, not only Yang Jun was stunned, but even Yang Mi and Fan Binbin looked at Cheng Yi with some surprise.

Yang Jun snapped out of his daze and said with a forced smile, "Sir, our Zu'er is still young, and her studies are her priority right now. As for the contract..."

"Forget about those external reasons," Cheng Yi waved his hand, interrupting him. "Just tell me, how much?"

Although Yang Mi didn't know why Cheng Yi suddenly did this, she still patted Song Zuer on the shoulder and said to Yang Jun, "Mr. Yang, Zuer is indeed young, but she has great potential in both acting and other areas. It is precisely this potential that we are interested in."

Seeing that Yang Jun still seemed unwilling to budge, Cheng pulled him aside and began to talk to him in a low voice.

On the other side, Yang Mi sat down next to Song Zuer, took her hand and said gently, "Zuer, although our company, One Meter Sunshine, is not very large and doesn't have many artists, our positioning is very clear. Most importantly, you don't have to be bound by so many rules and regulations in our company. Whether you can make money or not is not important; what's important is to be happy."

Song Zuer looked at Yang Mi with sparkling eyes, clearly somewhat tempted, but remembering her manager's threat, she lowered her head and whispered, "But... my mom..."

Yang Mi patted the back of her hand to reassure her.

About ten minutes later, Cheng Yi and Yang Jun returned with smiles on their faces.

Yang Jun looked at Song Zuer and sighed with feigned regret: "Zuer, it's good to have a strong backer like Yimi Sunshine Company, and with top actresses like Yang Mi and Fan Binbin mentoring you, your career will definitely reach new heights in the future. What do you think about switching to a company like this?"

Song Zuer was completely stunned, staring blankly at Yang Jun, unable to believe that he had "sold" her out in such a short time.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Yang Jun exchanged a few more polite words with Yang Mi and Fan Binbin, then hurriedly pulled Song Zuer, who was still in a daze, away.

Seeing Song Zuer looking back repeatedly with reluctance in her eyes, Yang Mi turned to Cheng Yi and asked, "What price did you pay to get him to agree to transfer Zuer's management contract so readily?"

Cheng Yi smiled and said, "I said if I get this done within two days, I'll give him ten million from Yimi Sunshine Private.

Yang Mi asked with some doubt, "You're so optimistic about Song Zuer's future?"

Cheng Yi picked up the half-eaten chocolate car model on the table and laughed, "I don't know what will happen to her in the future, but she did play Nezha."

"So what if you played Nezha?" Yang Mi was even more confused.

Cheng Yi smiled but did not answer, and simply took a sip of coffee.

There are some things that they might not understand even if explained. Besides, he just didn't want to see a bright and talented girl ruined in the future.

The spotlight in the center of the banquet hall suddenly turned on, illuminating the auction table covered with red velvet as if it were daytime.

Host Su Mang cleared his throat, and his voice carried throughout the venue through the speakers: "Distinguished guests, the charity auction segment of the 2013 Bazaar Charity Night is now officially beginning!"

A low commotion immediately arose from the audience. Guests who had been chatting scattered around turned to the center, and many picked up the number plates on the table with expectant eyes.

Li Bingbing was the first to raise her paddle, bidding 88 yuan for a set of Bottega Veneta bags. As soon as the applause subsided, Wang Zhonglei bought the "Lingxi" black jade pendant from Donggong Jewelry for 115 million yuan, and the atmosphere gradually heated up.

Yang Mi fiddled with the number plate in her hand, turned her head to Cheng Yi and smiled, "Which one do you like? Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

Cheng Yi was staring intently at the items on the stage when he heard this, and shook his head: "I'm not really interested in these luxury goods and works of art."

After a few more items were auctioned, when the hostess carried a tray covered with yellow silk onto the stage, Cheng Yi's gaze suddenly sharpened.

A smooth, oily dzi bead lay quietly in the tray, its black and white patterns interwoven like a galaxy, gleaming with a warm luster under the light.

[System Notification: Special Item Found—Legendary Dzi Bead, a Pure Dharma Protector Dzi Bead with a Thousand Years of Buddhist Practices, Possesses Special Effects and Requires Activation with Buddhist Techniques.]

Cheng Yi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Attending a banquet actually led to an item recognized by the system!

He immediately nudged Yang Mi's arm and gestured with his chin towards the stage: "Miss, weren't you going to give me something? I want this."

Yang Mi followed his gaze and saw that it was the dzi bead. She patted his hand and said generously, "I'll give it to my sister."

At this point, the auctioneer had already announced the starting price, and several people who looked like collectors raised their paddles one after another, including actress Huang Yi.

She was clearly determined to get this dzi bead, and after several bids, she raised the price to 88.

People in the audience began to whisper that the price was almost at the market rate for ordinary dzi beads.

Auctioneer Tony Leung cleared his throat and announced in his slightly hoarse voice, "88 for the first time!"

"100."

Yang Mi's clear voice rang out as she calmly raised the sign with an elegant posture.

Tony Leung's eyes lit up, and he looked at her with a smile: "Wow, Miss Yang Mi has bid 100 million! It seems this dzi bead is quite attractive!"

The audience erupted in applause. Yang Mi stood up and nodded slightly in Huang Yi's direction: "I'm sorry, Sister Yi, I bought it as a gift."

Huang Yi, who was sitting not far away, smiled upon hearing this and held up her sign, saying, "Oh my, what a coincidence? I also bought it as a gift. 120 million."

Yang Mi's smile remained unchanged as she looked at the stage: "200 million."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Yang Mi is determined to get her hands on this dzi bead.

Huang Yi's expression changed slightly. She bit her lip, but still held up her bidding paddle: "220 million."

Her husband, Huang Yiqing, gently patted the back of her hand, his eyes filled with reassurance—in terms of wealth, he was confident that he was second to none.

“Miss Huang has offered 220 million!” Tony Leung’s voice was tinged with excitement as his gaze swept back and forth between the two men.

Yang Mi frowned slightly, then relaxed, and raised her sign decisively: "500 million."

"Wow—"

There was an uproar.

This is no longer a simple bidding war; it's a blatant display of overwhelming strength.

Many people gasped, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Yang Mi—everyone knew that One Meter Sunshine had been gaining momentum recently, but no one expected Yang Mi to be so generous.

Huang Yi's face darkened completely, and she gripped the number plate tightly with her fingertips.

Huang Yiqing whispered a few words in her ear, and she took a deep breath and raised her paddle again: "800 million."

This number fueled the discussion in the audience.

Tony Leung Ka-fai clearly hadn't expected the bidding to go this far. He cleared his throat, a hint of nervousness in his voice: "Ms. Wong has bid 800 million! Any higher bids?"

Yang Mi didn't even glance at Huang Yi's side, and waved the bidding paddle with a smile: "1000 million."

"Ten million!" Tony Leung's voice suddenly rose. "Miss Yang Mi has bid ten million!"

Huang Yi was about to raise her hand when Huang Yiqing stopped her.

He took the number plate, his eyes coldly fixed on Yang Mi, and slowly raised it: "1500 million."

The whole place was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Huang Yiqing actually got involved himself.

This is no longer a competition of preferences among female stars, but has become a contest of pride between two major forces.

Cheng Yi, standing next to Yang Mi, chuckled to himself. "You're already getting impatient with just 1500 million?"

Yang Mi shook her head, recalling the dozen or so equity holding agreements she had just signed last week, her competitive spirit ignited.

She rose gracefully, her voice carrying clearly throughout the room: "I didn't expect Mr. Huang to personally participate. 1500 million is indeed a considerable sum, but—"

She paused, then raised her paddle with an undeniable air of authority, "I'll bid 2000 million."

Huang Yiqing's face instantly turned ashen, his fingers gripping the number plate tightly until his knuckles turned white.

He didn't expect Yang Mi to dare to offer such a high price. 2000 million was already several times the value of the dzi bead itself. If they continued to argue, it wouldn't be a matter of face anymore, but a pure loss-making deal.

But under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, admitting defeat would be tantamount to losing face.

He took a deep breath and almost squeezed out the words through clenched teeth: "2100 million."

Yang Mi chuckled lightly, her tone somewhat nonchalant: "I thought Mr. Huang would just offer 2500 million. Since you won't, then I will. 2500 million."

"2500 million!" Tony Leung's voice trembled slightly as he raised the gavel, his gaze sweeping over Huang Yiqing. "Mr. Huang, is there any further bidding? 2500 million for the first time!"

Huang Yiqing's chest heaved violently, his face flushed red and then turned pale, but he finally offered a price.

"2700 million!"

However, before Yang Mi could even catch his breath, she immediately made a bid.

"3000 million!"

The price of Yangmi has shocked everyone, and many people are laughing at the Huang couple.

Huang Yiqing felt extremely uneasy, his chest heaving, but thinking about his bank account, he swallowed his anger.

"3000 million for the third time!"

"boom!"

The mallet fell with a dull thud.

"Sold! Congratulations, Miss Yang Mi, on successfully acquiring the legendary thousand-year-old pure Buddhist Dharma protector dzi bead!"

Yang Mi smiled brightly, turned around and winked at Cheng Yi, her smugness barely concealed.

Cheng Yi looked at her, and couldn't help but smile—this auction was much more interesting than he had imagined.

The spotlight followed Yang Mi as she lifted her skirt and walked onto the auction stage, taking the dzi bead from Su Mang's hand.

When her fingertips touched the warm texture of the dzi bead, she deliberately held it above her head and spun it halfway under the light—the black and white patterns flowed in the light and shadow, as if hiding a thousand-year-old story.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and flashes of light filled the air, capturing this glorious moment.

Yang Mi turned around, her gaze falling on Su Mang's face. Suddenly, a half-smile appeared on her lips: "Miss Su, now that I've donated 3000 million, am I qualified to be tonight's charity ambassador?"

Su Mang's smile froze instantly, and his fingers gripping the microphone tightened slightly.

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience, and everyone could hear the mockery in the words—Yang Mi had overwhelmed everyone with the highest donation, and the title of charity ambassador should have been a piece of cake for her. But now, asking a question in public was clearly a deliberate attempt to embarrass Su Mang.

Su Mang took a deep breath, quickly regained his composure, and spoke in a gentle yet authoritative tone: "Ms. Yang, I apologize for forgetting to tell you that the selection criteria for charity ambassadors have been adjusted this time. We are now looking not only at single donations but also at long-term charitable involvement."

We hope you will continue to support our foundation's activities and contribute your generosity. Thank you again for your generosity.

These words were perfectly worded; they neither acknowledged Yang Mi's worthiness nor directly rejected her, instead passing the buck back to her.

A cold glint flashed in Yang Mi's eyes. Just as she was about to say something more, Cheng Yi's loud voice came from below the stage: "Forget it, President Yang, this old woman has something wrong with her brain."

"Om-"

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Su Mang wondered if he had misheard, and stood there stunned, almost dropping the microphone from his hand.

In such a star-studded and media-filled setting, how dare anyone attack her, the organizer, with words like "old woman" and "mentally unstable"? She is a powerful "godmother" in the fashion industry, and countless celebrities respectfully address her as "Sister Mang"!

"What did you say about me?"

Su Mang's voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, his eyes fixed on Cheng Yi below the stage, his chest heaving violently, "Do you know who I am?"

Yang Mi's heart sank suddenly, realizing something was wrong.

She suddenly remembered that rainy night many years ago—Cheng Yi was tied up in the woodshed by human traffickers. In order to break free, he used his wrists to break the hemp rope, and his skin was rubbed raw and bleeding.

Later, he knocked down a guard with a brick. When he was surrounded and beaten by other human traffickers, he was covered in injuries, but like a young beast driven to the brink of despair, he pounced on them and bit off the leader's throat with his teeth.

She would never forget those bloodshot eyes.

This man, who grew up in an orphanage, has a seemingly gentle exterior, but beneath it lies a ferocious beast that could break free of its shackles at any moment.

Yang Mi hurriedly turned her head and saw that Cheng Yi had already stood up, his aura instantly turning as cold as ice: "Do I need to know who you are?"

He sneered, his voice booming through the speakers, "Are you even worth 11 figures? Not even 11 figures! What right do you have to let me know who you are?"

"hiss--"

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the audience. Eleven figures? That's a fortune of tens of billions!

The crowd whispered among themselves, their gazes toward Cheng Yi shifting from astonishment to inquiry.

Yuan Long quietly sat up straight. Ma Yun paused in his teacup. Even Wang Zhonglei, who had just bought the jade pendant, frowned. He suddenly remembered the mysterious man who had casually given away five catties of gold bars at his wedding banquet. He seemed to look just like that.

Cheng Yi completely ignored the commotion around him, his gaze as cold as ice as he stared straight at Su Mang: "As an organizer, you dare to act arrogantly here? You don't even know your own boss, what right do you have to put on airs in front of me?"

He paused, then each word struck like a thunderclap: "Listen carefully, I am now officially informing you that you are fired."

Su Mang shuddered, a chill creeping up his spine.

But the next second, she forced herself to calm down—how could this be? She had worked at the fashion media group for twenty years, rising from intern to editor-in-chief. How could she lose her job just because of a man of unknown origin? He must be bluffing.

But my heart was pounding like it was going to explode, and my fingertips were ice cold.

Cheng Yi didn't look at her again, but turned to Yang Mi and said, "Let's go."

Yang Mi immediately gripped the dzi bead tightly and quickly walked off the stage. Fan Binbin and Liu Tao had already stood up and hurried after her.

The four figures walked through the stunned crowd without looking back. The sound of their high heels clicking on the ground was exceptionally clear in the silent banquet hall, as if announcing a silent victory.