“How do I know you won’t team up with Fang Yanhuan to play me?”
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wang Jiahui as if he were an idiot. “Manager Wang, please use that noble brain of yours. Fang Yanhuan and I, ganging up on you? Do you think that’s possible?”
Wang Jiahui remained silent, deep in thought.
Fang Miaomiao wasn't in a hurry. She opened the bottle of mineral water brought in by the secretary and took a large gulp.
“You’re really not afraid I’ll drug you.”
Fang Miaomiao chuckled. She didn’t want to answer such a foolish remark.
“Fang Miaomiao, I always feel like you’ve gotten smarter.”
“People have to grow, don’t they?” Fang Miaomiao leaned back on the sofa. “If I don’t change my way of thinking, I won’t even know how I died.”
“Fine,” Wang Jiahui nodded. “You’ve successfully convinced me. For the sake of the Wen family, we’ll terminate the contract amicably.”
Saying this, Wang Jiahui picked up a pen, ready to sign.
“Wait a moment.”
“What is it now?”
“I’ve brought a new contract.”
“You’re very well-prepared.”
“Better safe than sorry,” Fang Miaomiao said with a smile. “To put it bluntly, I don’t trust any of the people in your company.”
Wang Jiahui took the termination contract, flipped through it casually, found no issues, and signed his name.
“Manager Wang is so generous.” Fang Miaomiao stood up and, in front of Wang Jiahui, deleted all the photos and videos from the album.
“Good. Let’s not see each other again.”
“Thank you, Manager Wang. Goodbye.”
Watching Fang Miaomiao leave with Wen Yan'an, Wang Jiahui’s face turned cold.
“Manager Wang, why did you let Fang Miaomiao sign and leave so easily?” Zhou Li asked, a little flustered.
“What?” Wang Jiahui snorted. “Do I need you to teach me how to do things?”
Thinking of what Fang Miaomiao had said earlier, and seeing Zhou Li’s expression on the surveillance footage, Wang Jiahui’s expression towards Zhou Li also became displeased.
“Manager, why are you looking at me like that?”
“What do you think?”
“Manager Wang, you don’t actually believe that woman Fang Miaomiao, do you? Can’t you see she’s just saying these things to sow discord between us so she can terminate the contract?”
Wang Jiahui walked up to Zhou Li, patted her shoulder, and smiled. “I, Wang Jiahui, have eaten more salt than she has rice. How could I be so easily incited by her?”
The sudden movement made Zhou Li almost jump. She could only ask nervously, “Then, Manager, you and Fang Miaomiao…?”
“We made a deal. That’s how I got her to agree to terminate the contract,” Wang Jiahui said calmly, withdrawing his hand.
Zhou Li wanted to press further, but meeting his gaze, she dared not ask.
“Alright, you don’t need to worry about Fang Miaomiao anymore. Just keep a close eye on Yan Huan. We’ve invested enough in her, and it’s time to think about recouping our costs.”
“Manager, have you forgotten? Yan Huan was scared by Fang Miaomiao before and is still in the hospital.”
“Yan Huan is that weak?”
“Yes, you know Fang Miaomiao and our Yan Huan have never gotten along. After the Happy Festival incident, many of Fang Miaomiao’s fans were implicitly criticizing Yan Huan online.”
Wang Jiahui glanced at Zhou Li. “Then let her rest well during this period. Take the scripts I gave you and have the other artists audition for them. The company doesn’t support idlers.”
“Manager, weren’t those scripts meant for Yan Huan?”
“Didn’t you say Yan Huan is in the hospital? If that’s the case, let her rest. The scripts will go to other artists. Our company still needs to eat,” Wang Jiahui interrupted Zhou Li. “As for Yan Huan, when she recovers, I can give her better scripts. What are you afraid of?”
“I see,” Zhou Li forced a smile. “Whatever the manager decides is fine.”
“Yes, pay more attention to the artists under you during this period. I looked at the August plan, and the artists under you are the weakest. There’s nothing outstanding. If people didn’t know, they’d think our company mistreated its artists.”
“I apologize, Manager. There have been too many issues with the variety shows lately, so I’ve been busy with those matters.”
Zhou Li quickly pulled herself together. “But don’t worry, Manager. Yan Huan’s situation is almost handled. I’ll arrange things for the other artists immediately.”
“Zhou Li, you’re a long-time employee at our company. How about this, around mid-August, I’ll make you the Artist Director?”
“Manager?” Zhou Li looked at Wang Jiahui in astonishment, as if trying to find a hint of deception on his face. Given her current ability and connections, it was impossible for her to become an Artist Director.
For a moment, she didn’t understand what Wang Jiahui meant.
“What are you looking at me for? As long as you have the capability, the position of Artist Director will be yours.”
After speaking, Wang Jiahui turned and left.
“Mom, what were you talking about with that uncle inside? That auntie was lurking outside just now.”
“I made some plans for the future development of their company.”
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao with admiration. “Mom, are you that amazing?”
“Stay calm, stay calm. People in business are after profit. I just need to find his most fundamental interests.”
For example, Wang Jiahui. He used the company’s entire resources to nurture Fang Yanhuan, thinking that with the influence of the Fang family and Wen Wenlan, he could at least push Fang Yanhuan to stardom. However, before she even reached stardom, she intended to leave. Wang Jiahui, being such a shrewd person, would never let Fang Yanhuan go easily. Fortunately, she had crawled out of this mire now.
Wen Yan'an pondered for a moment. “Mom, where are we going now?”
Fang Miaomiao checked the time. It was half-past eleven, almost time for lunch.
“An'an, what do you want to eat?”
“Western food?”
“No, you don’t.”
“Thai food?”
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
“Barbecue?”
Fang Miaomiao paused, then remained silent.
“Hot pot?”
“As expected of my good son. Our tastes are exactly the same.”
Da Chen, driving in front, heard this and couldn’t help but twitch his eyes. Well… how to say it, they were indeed quite in sync.
The car drove to the vicinity of the Ocean World. “Madam, after eating hot pot here, we can go directly to the Ocean World.”
“Okay, thank you, Da Chen.”
They got out of the car.
The two found a hot pot restaurant on the food street that seemed relatively busy, requested a private room, and heartily dug in.
Due to the need to maintain her figure in her previous life, she had hardly eaten any strongly flavored food. If she had known she would die before turning forty in her last life, she wouldn’t have cared about her figure and would have eaten hot pot more often.
“Is it delicious?” Fang Miaomiao looked amusedly at Wen Yan'an’s red eyes and nose from the spiciness.
Wen Yan'an nodded. “Delicious.”
Fang Miaomiao took a piece of cooked meat slice, rinsed it in a bowl of plain water a few times, and then put it into Wen Yan'an’s bowl. “Eat slowly, no rush.”