Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

Song Yi's elixir worked so quickly that Dong Dawei thought he had taken a magic pill.

Seeing such obvious results, he listened to Song Yi's every word. Hearing that the little immortal's hobby was acting, he sent Song Yi over in less than half an hour.

Seeing that Song Yi was fairly satisfied with his arrangements, Dong Dawei thought he could tell Song Yi about his recent difficulties.

He first gave his assistant a look, and the assistant immediately understood and said to everyone:

"Our chairman wants to speak with Song Yi alone. Everyone, please go back to work."

Upon hearing this, the director and producers immediately left to give the two some space.

Seeing that everyone around him had left, leaving only himself and Song Yi, Dong Dawei wore a distressed expression.

"Master, you have to help me."

Song Yi looked at Dong Dawei: "What is it?"

At Dong Dawei's age and with his net worth, there's nothing money can't buy, except for things that money can't reverse, like aging.

Song Yi's black hair pill made him mistakenly believe that he had become young again, so he wanted more.

"Master, I want a son."

Song Yi looked at Dong Dawei strangely: "Why did you tell me you wanted a son? I don't want to be anyone's son, and you can't afford to raise me."

How could Dong Dawei dare to let Song Yi be his son?

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant I want to give birth naturally."

Song Yi: "Is your wife sick?"

Dong Dawei: "My wife is only 21 years old and in very good health."

Song Yi: !! 21 years old, this old man is quite the player.

"Are you sick?"

Dong Dawei: "It's not exactly an illness, it's just that at night, I'm not quite there. My wife and I have only been married for two months, we're still in our honeymoon phase, I think..."

Dong Dawei gave Song Yi a knowing look, and Song Yi remained silent.

It would be strange if a man in his sixties married a girl in her early twenties.

Dong Dawei: "Master, please, you must help me."

Song Yi: "What, even that Indian oil doesn't work?"

Dong Dawei is so rich, how could he not have tried these things? But even the best medicine can develop resistance if taken too often.

"Master, it's not working anymore. Please, please help me think of a solution."

Song Yi looked at the old man pleading in front of him and glanced at the pile of pills he had bought.

Beauty pills won't work, acne-removing pills won't work, skin-rejuvenating pills won't work either, but rejuvenating pills... um, this one seems like it might work.

Song Yi looked at the effects of the Rejuvenation Pill, which could restore a person's physical condition to its peak state for seven days.

Their task has a five-day timeframe, which is sufficient.

Song Yi didn't agree immediately; he had experience with this kind of thing: "It's a bit difficult."

Dong Dawei: "Fifty million, Master, please help me."

Song Yi took a sip of her herbal tea and then slowly said, "I don't lack money."

Dong Dawei was frightened when he heard this. He knew that Song Yi was definitely not short of money. Someone as powerful as the master could easily have a bunch of people rushing to give him money with just a snap of his fingers.

"One hundred million, Master, or you can make any other request."

Song Yi: "Some things money can't buy."

Dong Dawei: "Two hundred million, Master, ah no, how about I recognize you as my godfather?"

Song Yi: !! !! I suspect you're trying to disgust me.

However, a price of 200 million is about right.

Song Yi took out a pill from his pocket and said, "This is called the Rejuvenation Pill. There's only one."

Dong Dawei stared at the pill so intently that his eyes widened, and when he heard there was only one, he couldn't wait to swallow it immediately.

Song Yi placed the pill in Dong Dawei's hand, and Dong Dawei immediately swallowed it. He then felt a wave of comfort wash over him, and his limbs felt stronger. He stood up and took a few steps, and was surprised to find that the backaches and leg weakness he had experienced as he got older were gone.

If Song Yi hadn't disagreed, Dong Dawei would have called Song Yi "Dad".

After receiving the 200 million yuan, Dong Dawei left. The director, seeing that Dong Dawei had come to see Song Yi in person, treated him like a god on set.

Hu Jingwen, Wen Ya, and Song Yi added each other as friends. Hu Jingwen had a premonition that Song Yi was a very powerful ally, and he had to rely on him.

Hu Jingwen began sending Lin Chenchen's messages to Song Yi anytime, anywhere.

Lin Chenchen applied ice to her face for half an hour and then applied some medicine. Although she was wearing makeup, her face still looked a little red.

At 5 p.m., Lin Chenchen's film crew finished their schedule and she was about to go to a cocktail party arranged by the company.

After changing her clothes, Lin Chenchen looked at herself in the mirror and felt suffocated as she thought about her upcoming schedule.

These kinds of parties are actually large-scale promotional events for endorsements. They are shown to fans in the background so that they know what their idols are endorsing and thus encourage them to make purchases.

However, for luxury brands, the purchasing power of their fans is not the most important thing; what matters most are their wealthy clients.

The inner-circle party is specifically open to the wealthy and famous. Celebrities will wear the clothes and jewelry they endorse to showcase to these rich people, and each person carries sales figures.

Lin Chenchen also has a mission tonight.

Wenya knocked on the door: "Sister Chenchen, Sister Zhao Huan has arrived. She said she wants to go to the party with you."

Upon hearing the name Zhao Huan, a hint of disgust flashed in Lin Chenchen's eyes. Zhao Huan was a senior colleague in the same company, and she had attended her first cocktail party with her.

Back then, I was naive and completely trusted her, hoping she could mentor me. But it was she who, in order to meet her sales targets, pushed me towards a wealthy businessman she wanted to curry favor with.

The bathroom door opened, and Lin Chenchen came out.

The moment Wenya saw her, she felt like the sky was falling. No way! Lin Chenchen's suicide rate was already 96.8%, how did it increase again!

She nervously sent messages to Song Yi and Hu Jingwen.

Downstairs at the hotel, Zhao Huan waited for Lin Chenchen in his car. Opening the van, Zhao Huan's expression was displeased.

She complained that Lin Chenchen had made her wait too long. Normally, she would never have waited for her like that, but today was different. Today, Lin Chenchen was her shield. By sacrificing Lin Chenchen, she could gain resources for herself.

"Why are you taking so long? Stop dawdling and get in the car."

Lin Chenchen did not refute. She was about to get into the car when she was suddenly stopped.

"Wait a moment."

Lin Chenchen turned around, and Song Yi, who had also changed his clothes, walked towards her.

"You'll ride in the same car as me."

Lin Chenchen looked at Song Yi strangely. He was dressed in high-end luxury clothes, and the watch on his wrist was from the same brand as hers. She didn't remember that their brand had ever invited Song Yi to be their spokesperson.

Moreover, they weren't from the same company. Although she didn't like riding in the same car as Zhao Huan, she couldn't just ride in the same car as Song Yi.