I rely on unlimited life extension

"Good heavens, no wonder it's the divine weapon of the Three Altars Sea Gathering God." Cheng Yi exclaimed inwardly. All four effects were practical, and none of them were fake.

With a thought, a golden-red spear appeared in his backpack. The purple flames on the spear seemed to be dancing, making his hands itch to try it out. But then he thought that this was the company, so he decided against it.

A soft knock came at the door, and Song Zuer peeked in with her bright eyes: "Big brother, are you all alone?"

Cheng looked up at her and laughed, "What? Trying to skip work on your first day?"

Song Zuer chuckled and skipped in, sitting down unceremoniously in the chair opposite him, resting her chin on her hands: "Little brother, I have something to ask you."

"What do you want to ask? Just say it." Cheng Yi leaned back in his chair, looking at her with great interest.

Song Zuer instantly stopped smiling, her expression turning serious like a little adult: "Why did you have Boss Yang sign me? Don't tell me about my potential. I've been working on film sets since I was seven. You can't fool me with these tricks."

Cheng Yi raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Then why do you think that is?"

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch.” Song Zuer pursed her lips and said in a mature tone, “You saw me for less than half an hour last night and then spent a lot of money to poach me. You must have given Yang Jun a lot of benefits, otherwise he wouldn’t have let go of me, his ‘cash cow’.”

Cheng Yi was amused by her mature demeanor: "You know quite a lot. So, what do you think I'm after?"

Song Zuer bit her lip, as if she had made a big decision, and said in a low voice, "I know I'm only 15, young, but... but if you really mean it, I... I can make a sacrifice, just tonight, just once."

After saying that, she nervously clenched the hem of her clothes, her cheeks flushing red.

Cheng Yi chuckled upon hearing this and reached out to ruffle her hair: "What are you thinking, you little rascal? I told you, you're too young, not to my liking. How about we wait ten or eight years, until you're all grown up?"

"Then why are you helping me?" Song Zuer asked anxiously. "If you don't explain clearly, I'll always be worried. If you're not after this, and might sell me to some old man, I'd rather just leave now..."

"Alright, come here." Cheng Yi patted his leg, interrupting her.

Song Zuer had been quite bold just now, but now she suddenly became timid and was trembling all over.

She stood up slowly and took a full five minutes to move to the desk before cautiously approaching it like a frightened little rabbit.

Cheng Yi chuckled, reached out and grabbed her slender arm, gently pulling her onto his lap.

Song Zuer's face flushed bright red, her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her eyes were closed tightly, and her lips were bitten until they turned white, giving her a look of "at your mercy".

After waiting for a long time without feeling the expected movement, she quietly opened one eye and looked at Cheng Yi, who had a half-smile on his face: "You... why aren't you moving?"

“I really have no intention of doing anything inappropriate for children with you.” Cheng Yi ruffled her hair again, his tone becoming more serious. “Yesterday, when I saw Yang Jun looking for you, you were eating snacks, and your happiness was shining through your eyes, so pure. But as soon as he appeared, the smile on your face became formulaic, that forced performance looked uncomfortable to watch.”

He paused, looking at Song Zuer's surprised eyes, and continued, "Such a pretty young girl shouldn't have her youth and vitality worn away by work. To put it bluntly, it was just a moment of weakness, a moment of reluctance."

Song Zuer was completely stunned, staring blankly at Cheng Yi, her eyes slowly welling up with tears.

After a while, she sniffed and whispered, "Big brother, you're a good person. When...when I grow up, if you ever change your mind, just come find me anytime. I keep my word."

Cheng Yi tapped her forehead helplessly: "You're so young, don't think about such nonsense. Go play."

Song Zuer's eyes darted around, and she suddenly leaned closer and said, "Big brother, I want to go to high school in America. Can you help me find a school? If you help me, I... I can promise you one more time."

Cheng Yi laughed and gave her a light pat on the bottom.

With a cry of "Ouch!", Song Zuer jumped up, clutching her bottom, and was about to run away when she stopped and said pitifully, "I don't know anyone there, I really don't know how to find the school."

Cheng Yi thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll have someone help you make the contact. I have an apartment near New York; how about you go to school in New York?"

Song Zuer nodded vigorously, "Okay! Thank you, big brother!"

"Let's go." Cheng Yi waved his hand.

Song Zuer had just run to the door when she turned back and asked earnestly, "Big brother, you've helped me so much, what can I do for you? Tell me, and I'll definitely do it."

Cheng Yi pondered for a moment and then smiled, "There's nothing I need you to do. If I really have to say something, if you ever encounter someone who needs support or help in the future, just lend a hand. That would be helping me, okay?"

Song Zuer nodded emphatically: "Yes! I've got it!"

After saying that, she skipped and hopped away.

In the restroom stall, Song Zuer locked the door, took out a miniature card recorder from the zipper at her waist, looked at the record button, and sighed softly: "Little brother, don't blame me for being wary of you. In this world, I don't even dare to completely trust my own mother. But since you've been so good to me, I'll trust you for now."

She turned off the recorder and muttered to herself, "Reach out to people in need? Isn't that a scene from 'The Necklace of Love'? I've seen it."

Cheng Yi was naturally unaware of Song Zuer's ulterior motives, and he certainly didn't expect that his casual remark would receive a response seven years later.

In 2020, Jiao Enjun divorced his second wife. His ex-wife and daughter suddenly attacked him online, causing a public uproar.

Just as Jiao Enjun was being thrust into the spotlight, Song Zuer bravely spoke out on Weibo, posting a screenshot from "The Legend of Nezha"—Yang Jian said, "I don't care what others think, I only recognize Nezha as my brother. As long as Yang Jian is here, no one is allowed to touch a hair on his head."

She added a caption to the picture: "Second brother, ignore them. Come find me for a drink sometime."

This Weibo post shocked countless netizens. Jiao Enjun replied with tears in his eyes: "It still has to be my Nezha brother. Don't worry, second brother isn't that fragile. After I deal with this trouble, I'll come find you for a drink."

The screenshots went viral online, with netizens joking that this was probably the most enviable "brotherhood on and off screen."

But no one knows that this friendship began with a casual remark Cheng Yi made seven years ago.

Cheng Yi was idly drawing a turtle on a document in his office when the door was gently pushed open a crack, and Chen Mengyao and Yan Fengjiao slipped in silently.

Since joining Sunshine, these two female assistants have had a smooth and successful career. They are highly regarded by Yang Mi and Fan Binbin, and each of them has received a car as a gift from the company. Their monthly salary easily exceeds 10,000 yuan, and they are living a very comfortable life.

At this moment, however, the usual competence was gone from their faces, replaced by a sly smile.

Chen Mengyao closed the door behind her, while Yan Fengjiao quickly walked to the sofa, sat down next to Cheng Yi, and said in a deliberately coquettish tone, "Brother Cheng, are you busy?"

Cheng Yi looked up at them, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What's up?"

"Can't we come and chat with Brother Cheng if there's nothing wrong?" Chen Mengyao sat down next to Yan Fengjiao, her fingers inadvertently tracing Cheng Yi's arm. "We've learned some new things recently and wanted to 'report' to Brother Cheng."

As they spoke, the two men flanked him from the left and right, sometimes saying ambiguous things and sometimes making intimate gestures, clearly trying to "threaten" him into submission.

Cheng Yi wanted to push them away, but he couldn't resist their persistent pleading. After a while, they got what they wanted.

More than half an hour later, Chen Mengyao and Yan Fengjiao straightened their clothes, their faces flushed with satisfaction. They smiled at each other and quietly slipped out.

Cheng Yi lay on the sofa, her fingertips still faintly scented with perfume.

He reminisced about the scene just now and couldn't help but chuckle—these two beauties had grown quite bold in just a few days, and had even unlocked some new and interesting tricks.

"Looks like we should give out more bonuses at the annual meeting to properly encourage these 'hard-working and eager-to-learn' employees," he thought to himself, stroking his chin.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and take a nap, the office door was pushed open again, and Yang Mi walked in, carrying several documents in her hand.

Cheng Yi immediately perked up. The spark that had been ignited earlier had not yet been extinguished, and now that the arrow was on the bowstring, there was no reason for him to let it go.

Yang Mi had come to discuss tonight's work, but before she could finish speaking, Cheng Yi pulled her into his arms.

She gasped, the documents in her hands scattered on the floor, and as she tried to struggle, she was held even tighter.

"Stop messing around, I still have work to tell you..." Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed, and the rest of her words turned into muffled moans.

After the passion subsided, Yang Mi lay on Cheng Yi's chest and pinched his arm hard, pouting angrily: "It's all your fault, you forgot about the important matter!"

Not to be outdone, Cheng Yi reached out and gently tickled her waist—the spot she was most ticklish.

Yang Mi immediately burst into laughter, begging for forgiveness: "Good brother, I was wrong! I really came to introduce you to a job!"

Cheng raised an eyebrow: "What job? Do I need a job?"

Yang Mi slapped away his messy hand, sat up and straightened her disheveled clothes, and said, "I didn't want you to go either, but Brother Yuanlong really admires your hard qigong and specifically asked you to record an episode of 'I Don't Think You Have a Chance'."

Director Xu also felt this was a great opportunity to boost the film's popularity, and the production team even offered 500,000 yuan per episode.

Cheng Yi snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing—500,000 yuan really didn't hold much appeal for him.

Upon seeing his attitude, Yang Mi immediately adopted a charming and innocent demeanor, leaning closer and pleading in a sweet, childlike voice, "Good brother, please go just once~ Just consider it as playing with me, okay?"

She gently shook Cheng Yi's arm, her eyes glistening with tears, a sight that softened anyone's heart.

Cheng Yi was amused by her, and a mischievous idea popped into his head: "I can go, but... you have to be my assistant."

Yang Mi's eyes were alluring, her fingertips tracing circles on his chest as she nodded and said, "Alright, I'll personally take you to the studio to pass the challenges."

Where is the studio?

"Zeyue Culture Media Company is located in Beijing, not far from Dashilan."

"When?"

"tonight."

"Going tonight?" Cheng Yi was a little surprised. "So soon?"

"Of course we're in a hurry." Yang Mi tidied her hair. "The four mentors, Brother Yuanlong, Feng Dagang, Zhang Guoli, and Li Bingbing, are all very busy people. It's not easy for them to get together, so we naturally have to take advantage of their free time to record as soon as possible."

"Li Bingbing is also a mentor?"

“Yes, she’s one of the top actresses among the Four Dan and Two Bing.” Yang Mi said, then suddenly raised her chin with a hint of pride. “But how can they compare to me? I have a good younger brother to help me, and I’ve already become a boss. They’re still struggling on the front lines.”

Cheng Yi was amused by her arrogant demeanor. Suddenly remembering something, he took out a script from his backpack and handed it to her: "By the way, this script for 'The Sharp-Tongued Lawyer' is pretty good. If you find a reliable director to film it, it will definitely be a hit."

Yang Mi took the book, flipped through a couple of pages, and suddenly frowned: "Speaking of which, I've been having a really long and realistic dream lately. It involves police officers, undercover agents, and rice noodle vendors. It's like watching a movie, and I can dream about it all night long each time."

Cheng Yi chuckled inwardly—why would he tell her that he had secretly planted a clip from the parallel world of "Infernal Affairs" in her last time?

He grasped Yang Mi's hand and said earnestly, "Since you think it's like a movie, why don't you find some time to write it down and try making it into a film?"

Yang Mi hesitated, "Just based on a dream? What if no one watches it after it's made, and we lose money?"

"So what if you lose money? I'm not short of cash," Cheng Yi said nonchalantly. "Here's what I'll do: I'll transfer another 100 million US dollars to your company account. You can spend it however you want. It doesn't matter if you lose it all."

Yang Mi's eyes lit up, and she suddenly hugged his neck, showering him with kisses one after another.

Cheng Yi, taking advantage of the situation, reached for her waist with both hands. Yang Mi laughed and tried to escape, but he pulled her back into his arms. The two of them wrestled on the sofa, their laughter and playful noises filling the entire office.

The knock on the door was as light as a feather falling, accompanied by Liu Tao's gentle voice: "Mr. Cheng, are you there?"

Cheng Yi paused, and Yang Mi quickly broke free from his embrace, hurriedly straightening her slightly disheveled collar and skirt. She gave Cheng Yi a flirtatious wink before quietly opening the door, exchanging a smile with Liu Tao at the door, and then quietly slipping out.

Liu Tao walked in, his gaze sweeping over the sofa with its scattered cushions before landing on Cheng Yi, who was leaning back comfortably with a lingering smile on his lips.

She followed Cheng Yi's beckoning and sat down on the other side of the sofa. Her beige knitted sweater accentuated her gentle demeanor. She asked softly, "It sounded quite lively inside. What are you all busy with?"

Cheng Yi reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her a little closer with a slight pull. He could smell the faint scent of gardenias in her hair. "Nothing, I was just talking to Yang Mi about recording a show tonight. Did you call me for something?"

Liu Tao unconsciously twisted the hem of his clothes with his fingers, his eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment: "I... I don't know what to do now. I want to go back to acting, but the negative news from before hasn't completely died down, and no production team dares to hire me."

Cheng raised an eyebrow, teasing her deliberately, "Are you in a hurry to pay me back?"

Liu Tao's cheeks flushed slightly, and he lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I can't keep owing you such a large sum of money; it makes me uneasy."

"So what if you owe me?" Cheng Yi pinched her chin, his tone teasing. "If all else fails, you can... use yourself to pay off the debt."