Chapter 42: Wealthy, Starting from Lying Flat!

Because all his energy was on fishing, Zhang Xian had forgotten that "Dignity" had officially launched.

After ending his call with Chu Yourong, he opened Ku Mao Music and checked—it was no surprise that "Dignity" topped the New Song Chart.

The comment count for the song, which had only been online for a few hours, had already exceeded one hundred thousand; Zhang Xian clicked open the comments section and saw nothing but analyses of romantic relationships.

Many netizens shared their own love stories in the comments, yet none of these stories escaped two words: breakup.

Clearly, this song had triggered profound emotional resonance in far too many people.

At this rate, no one could predict where the ceiling for "Dignity" might lie.

In short: one word—hot!

Zhang Xian reeled in his beloved fishing rod, released the small fish he'd caught, then mounted his electric scooter, humming a tune as he headed home.

"Breakups should be dignified; no one needs to say sorry..."

The electric scooter entered the alley, and Zhang Xian happily hummed the song he'd written.

"Big Brother Zhang, how was your catch today?"

In the alley, Zhang Xian met Liu Dongxu and Wang Jiajia.

"Caught a few small fish, released them."

"We can't drain the pond to catch all the fish—wait till they grow bigger."

Zhang Xian gave a casual excuse, turning one small fish into several.

"That's why Big Brother Zhang has such vision!"

Liu Dongxu grinned and gave a thumbs-up, then boasted: "Big Brother, I've got good news—I'm gonna be a dad!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Xian instinctively glanced at Wang Jiajia; she'd been eager to marry and had a pro athlete's background—he'd long suspected something was off, but after warning Liu Dongxu twice, the man wouldn't listen.

Now they'd just married and she was pregnant—Zhang Xian didn't believe there was no trick here.

"Big Brother Zhang, when are you and Chu Yourong getting married?"

"I've already beaten you to it!"

Liu Dongxu said again, smugly.

Inside, he thought: So what if you've got a celebrity girlfriend? I've got a kid already—my life's entering a new phase!

"Congratulations!"

"You're really fast, kid!"

"You two only met a month ago, right?"

Zhang Xian gently reminded him again.

"It's been over a month since your blind date."

"Big Brother, you've got to learn from me—cut the knot quickly!"

Liu Dongxu completely missed Zhang Xian's hint and remained smug.

But Wang Jiajia's expression grew tense; at first she'd paid no mind to Zhang Xian, but after learning he was Chu Yourong's boyfriend and a famous musician, she'd added a filter of admiration, sensing he was no ordinary man.

Looking back at their blind date, Zhang Xian's seemingly unreasonable demands had actually been trying to scare her off!

So Wang Jiajia always felt seen by him—when with Liu Dongxu and his family, she spun lies effortlessly, but with Zhang Xian, she dared not.

"By the way, Big Brother, your new song 'Dignity' went viral!"

"I saw tons of music bloggers recommending it on Douyin—you're the composer and lyricist, so you must be making a fortune, right?"

Liu Dongxu had been quietly keeping tabs on his "best friend" Zhang Xian.

"Dignity" launched today, and he kept searching for updates every few minutes; at first, "Dignity" was being relentlessly criticized, and Liu Dongxu felt a small thrill.

He was the classic type who feared his friend suffering, yet also feared his friend driving a Land Rover.

Zhang Xian already had a celebrity girlfriend in Chu Yourong and a middle-aged idol father in Zhang Dongshan—he was already jealous enough; he couldn't afford to get even richer!

But then "Dignity" staged a stunning comeback, its reputation flipped entirely, and it surged to the top of the New Song Chart, with online discussion growing ever higher.

Liu Dongxu grew depressed again—"Dignity" going viral meant his best friend Zhang Xian was about to make even more money.

"It's only just launched—how much money I'll get is still uncertain."

Zhang Xian brushed him off, then rode off on his electric scooter.

"Jiajia, what if I wrote songs too? Seems like writing songs makes a ton of money."

Watching Zhang Xian's retreating back, Liu Dongxu whispered.

"Writing songs is great, but only in your spare time—first, you should find a real job; once the baby's born, expenses will skyrocket."

Wang Jiajia was good at talking—she didn't deny Liu Dongxu's idea, but she timely raised the more practical issue.

"Yeah yeah, you're right—my wife really knows best!"

Liu Dongxu nodded with a full smile, but the idea of writing songs stayed lodged in his mind.

Writing songs was great—not only could you make big money, you could meet big stars.

Once he became a famous musician, maybe he'd even find a female star as a girlfriend.

What?

Already got a wife?

Is that even a thing in the entertainment industry?

Without messy romantic entanglements, is it even the entertainment industry?

When the scandal eventually breaks, I'll just say I was corrupted by the industry's toxic culture!

I'm a good person, after all.

But you know—near vermilion, you turn red; near ink, you turn black—the environment's just too bad!

The next day.

Zhang Xian still slept until he woke naturally.

Ding!

Number One Lying Flat Assistant's income yesterday: 150,000 yuan!

Host received double earnings: 300,000 yuan!

Ding!

Number Two Lying Flat Assistant's income yesterday: 1,050,000 yuan!

Host received double earnings: 2,100,000 yuan!

As soon as Zhang Xian opened his eyes, he received the good news of 2.4 million yuan deposited.

Nice!

This is fucking nice!

Waking up to over two million yuan deposited — what kind of feeling is that?

Zhang Xian thought he could write a novel, titled: "God of Wealth, Starting from Lying Flat."

Hmm, with so much money earned, it's time to spend some.

Zhang Xian stretched, deciding today's main quest: spending!

But just as he was eating "brunch," his phone suddenly rang.

It was an unfamiliar number from Beijing.

Zhang Xian hesitated slightly, then answered the call.

"Hello, is this Teacher Sixth Sense?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

"Huh??"

Zhang Xian looked at his phone, his mind full of question marks.

Who the hell leaked my contact info??

"Who are you?"

"How did you get my number!"

For such an impolite caller, Zhang Xian was anything but polite.

"Sorry for the intrusion."

"I'm Tang Junxiang, Director of the Music Creation Department at Rongshu Entertainment. I'm calling to propose a collaboration with Teacher Sixth Sense."

"I wonder if Teacher Sixth Sense would be interested in joining Rongshu Entertainment — salary is up to you."

Tang Junxiang had bought the number from a copyright website — he obviously couldn't tell Zhang Xian that, so he got straight to the point.

After hearing him out, Zhang Xian was utterly speechless.

Work?

What kind of international joke is this? Even a dog wouldn't take that job!

"Sorry, I have no intention of working. Goodbye!"

Zhang Xian replied and hung up immediately.

After thinking for a moment, he blocked the caller's number outright.

They actually wanted him to go to work — this was just terrifying!!