HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

2 month 28 day.

The cool morning light slipped into the room, and Xiang Nan slowly opened his eyes, his mind still lingering on his conversation with Little Pudding from the previous night.

By subtly inquiring and adding a bit of his own speculation, Xiang Nan finally figured out the scandal from last month.

"It was actually my future father-in-law who made the move?"

With a long sigh, Xiang Nan's plans kept changing.

Perhaps I should just focus on developing properly for a while.

Chen Jinfei had been driven to desperation and had even started to disregard Xiaobuding's reputation by slandering himself for liking underage girls.

Of course, Xiang Nan knew perfectly well whether it was slander or not.

If things continue like this, Chen Jinfei might resort to desperate measures and pull off some shocking move again.

"Phew... I've at least accomplished half of my goal!"

He got up and went to the sofa, first boiling a kettle of drinking water, then went to the bathroom to wash up.

Looking at his still handsome self in the mirror, he smiled confidently.

Despite some twists and turns, the plan to seduce Xiaofeibao was a complete success.

The fairy sister is no ordinary person; she gives people a chance to be reborn. How would you pursue her?

Don't say anything like getting into the Beijing Film Academy to be her classmate, and then slowly making your move.

"Being near the water tower allows one to get the moon first?"

The group formed by Chen Jinfei and Liu's mother was an unbreakable bond. Xiang Nan first dug a small hole to ensure the project's feasibility, then wielded the shovel with such skill that sparks flew, and finally succeeded in harvesting a small Philippine bag.

"Waaaaah..."

Hearing the sound of a kettle crying behind him, Xiang Nan snapped out of his reverie, wiped his face, turned around, went back to the sofa, and poured himself a cup of chrysanthemum tea.

Half an hour later, Xiang Nan arrived at the Sony BJ office.

"Brother Nan."

"Hello there."

"Good morning, Brother Nan."

"morning."

All departments were still housed on a single floor. Xiang Nan couldn't understand whether Sony was being too stingy, or if there really weren't any good young singers in the northern region. This office was just too cramped!

"Brother Chuan!"

"Bang—"

Xiang Nan pushed open the door to Chen Yaochuan's office, startling the latter who was sitting at his desk.

"Damn it! What the hell are you yelling about?! You scared Lin Bei to death!"

"What are you doing, sneaking around like that?"

As they spoke, Xiang Nan took two steps to Chen Yaochuan's desk and looked at his computer screen.

"Fan club?"

"That's right!"

Chen Yaochuan's eyes widened, and his face twitched with excitement: "Look, look! Your fan club has surpassed 500,000 members!"

Xiang Nan's heart skipped a beat.

Although he doesn't like to promote his singing, his fans are a good thing; he won't have to worry about box office success when making TV shows and movies in the future.

"Let me see, the Baidu Tieba fan club..."

"What is this? The Nanmei concentration camp?" Xiang Nan's mouth dropped open; he simply couldn't believe his eyes!

"What is Nanmei? Who is Nanmei?"

Chen Yaochuan scratched his head, his tone quite helpless: "At first, your nicknames were things like 'Sexy Little King' and '4000-Year Beautiful Boy,' but I don't know who leaked your nicknames from the Beijing Film Academy."

"Beijing Film Academy?"

"Just a nobody." Chen Yaochuan rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "You're supposed to be a student at the Beijing Film Academy!"

"and then?"

"Then these female fans thought that Xiao Cai Nan was too cute and had a great contrast in cuteness, so they gave you the nickname 'Nan Mei' (South Girl)."

"What the hell?!" Xiang Nan was very agitated.

He considers himself a very masculine man, always the one who starts fights since childhood. How come he got the nickname "sissy" after debuting as an artist?

"Brother Chuan!" Xiang Nan grabbed Chen Yaochuan's arm, his face full of worry. "You have to save me, Brother Chuan! You know how much I hate sissies, I don't even want to wear makeup!"

"So that's why it's so endearingly contrasting, right?" Chen Yaochuan said seriously, explaining logically, "Look, you hate effeminate men, but your fans still call you 'Nanmei' (Southern Girl). When your fans find out about this, they get a sense of 'manipulating their idol' and the endearing contrast. This is your persona, you can't afford to lose it!"

"No means no!"

Xiang Nan's eyes reddened, and he reached out to squeeze the latter's shoulder, making Chen Yaochuan grimace.

"If you cancel this group for me, my album revenue sharing can be settled later."

Chen Yaochuan slapped his hand away, grabbed a cigarette from the table and fed it to him, while also asking Xiang Nan a question.

"I've quit smoking. I wasn't addicted to it anyway, so I've given it up."

Chen Yaochuan nodded, pursing his lips. He turned and opened a file on his computer: "Take a look!"

After saying that, Chen Yaochuan lit a cigarette and didn't look at Xiang Nan again.

On the computer screen was an authorization letter; Xiang Nan's application for early settlement had been approved.

It passed? This...

Xiang Nan was overjoyed. Once the money was in his account, the rest would be much easier to arrange!

"You know, the tables have turned now, Sony has to appease you. As for... Nanmei's matter is off the table, album revenue sharing..."

Chen Yaochuan opened another document and read aloud: "Your current sales volume is 202 million copies, fully meeting the bet with Sony. Of course, this is the total sales volume in mainland China, Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan; we can't get that from Japan. In China, based on revenue sharing, the sales revenue is 3896 million yuan, and the master tape cost is 60 yuan. I've calculated it for you; based on personal income tax, you'll get 2010 million yuan after tax. How about that? Enough for you to live on, right?"

Xiang Nan didn't speak, but focused on looking at all the numbers on the screen, then his brows furrowed deeply!

No wonder, no wonder Little Fatty in his past life tried every means to evade taxes, it turns out he filed too many taxes!

His sales should have been 27 million, but after tax, even with his share of the music and lyrics, it was only 2,000.

"You look grim. Are you dissatisfied?"

Xiang Nan took a deep breath: "Yes, it is a bit. This fan group is embarrassing enough today, and now this tax money is also messing with my mentality."

"How about I give you a legal way to avoid taxes?"

"Hmm?" Xiang Nan looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't look at me like that." Chen Yaochuan stubbed out his cigarette, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. "Back in the day, I was also..."

"Hurry up and tell me!"

"..."

"Hmph!" Chen Yaochuan snorted coldly, turning to open the next image: "In short, there are four options: First, pay in two installments. Second, all song royalties go to the company. Third, increase costs, which means you have to write the songs yourself, essentially the company paying you. Fourth..."

Chen Yaochuan's gaze sharpened: "Fourth, fabricate pretexts to send cars and houses, etc..."

Xiang Nan didn't even finish listening before getting up and leaving: "Brother Chuan, thanks. I'll treat you to dinner in a couple of days. Remember to set up a fan group!"

Looking at his energetic demeanor, Chen Yaochuan smiled with satisfaction: "Truly worthy of the young man I've chosen, so honest! Of pure and good character!"

On the other side, Xiang Nan left the Sony BJ office, hailed a taxi and drove to the studio, making sure to call Feng Man in the car.

"Manman, gather everyone, get ready for a meeting!" After a pause, Xiang Nan remembered something and added, "Brother Nan will bring you a car!"

"Really?"

Feng Man's voice on the phone was jubilant; she was clearly overjoyed!

"Really, hehehe..."

Xiang Nan smiled, then changed the subject, revealing his true intention: "I'll buy you a BMW, registered in your name, so I'll rely on you for transportation from now on."

"Huh? Does that mean I'm now the driver?"

"No, just a maid who's available whenever I call."

"Waaaah!" Feng Man on the phone was so scared she almost cried. She blurted out several secrets: "Nan, Brother Nan, I was wrong! I shouldn't have told the fans about your nickname 'Little Vegetable Nan,' and I definitely shouldn't have become the administrator of your Nan-mei fan group!"

"What the hell did you say?"