Chapter 43: You

On the other side.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Tang Junxiang was completely stunned.

This rejection was too decisive!

Did he not hear me say Tang Junxiang, or didn't he hear I'm from Rongshu Entertainment?

In Tang Junxiang's view, whether his name or Rongshu Entertainment's name held tremendous appeal to any musician.

Although he hadn't released any hit songs in recent years, his reputation was undeniable—he was a veteran of the music industry, a famous musician!

Not even a shred of courtesy!

And Rongshu Entertainment is one of the top entertainment companies in the country; when a giant like this comes knocking, shouldn't you cherish the opportunity to collaborate?

And yet they just brushed him off with one sentence—today's youth are truly impolite!

Tang Junxiang mentally ranted furiously.

But rant as he might, work still had to be done!

If he could bring that "Sixth Sense" into the company, it would be a major achievement.

Hmm, maybe he simply didn't hear what I said—"The Dignity" went viral, so plenty of people must be contacting him.

Tang Junxiang comforted himself, then dialed the number again.

The phone rang once, then went straight to busy tone—he initially thought the other person was on another call, but after two more attempts with the same result, he finally realized he'd been blocked.

"Xiao Yu, lend me your phone."

Tang Junxiang called his assistant into the office and used the assistant's phone to dial the same number—sure enough, this time it connected normally.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xian was already in the car, taking Zhang Zhaodi to Beijing's famous SKP Mall for a shopping spree!

You've made money—you've got to spend it!

The phone's Bluetooth was connected to the car, so Zhang Xian answered the call while driving.

"Hello, Sixth Sense Teacher, it's me again, Tang Junxiang! Didn't you hear what I said just now?"

This time, Tang Junxiang emphasized his name, afraid the other person wouldn't hear and still wouldn't take him seriously as a famous musician.

"Aren't you the one who just called me to come work for you?"

Zhang Xian was speechless—this guy was like a stubborn adhesive patch; he'd already blocked the number and now he'd switched to another one.

"Yes, yes, that's me."

"I'm the head of the Music Creation Department at Rongshu Entertainment—you've heard of Rongshu Entertainment, right?"

"I sincerely invite you to join Rongshu Entertainment and come work for our company..."

Beep-beep-beep...

Tang Junxiang hadn't even finished speaking when the busy tone blared—like he'd triggered some forbidden word.

What the f***!

Tang Junxiang was, after all, a famous musician and head of Rongshu Entertainment's Music Creation Department—he had his temper. Seeing the other person hang up again, he instantly erupted in rage.

If the first time the other person might not have heard his name or Rongshu Entertainment, this time he'd repeated it over and over—there was no way he hadn't heard!

That meant this guy was simply refusing to give him any respect!

"Damn!"

"He really thinks he's something special!"

Enraged, Tang Junxiang slammed his phone onto the office desk—but with too much force, the phone cracked open immediately.

Xiao Yu, standing in front of the desk, froze: "Director Tang, that phone... it's mine."

"Uh."

Tang Junxiang had genuinely forgotten—he'd been too caught up in his anger.

"Go buy a new one; I'll transfer you the money later."

Tang Junxiang waved his hand wearily.

Hearing this, Xiao Yu's worry turned to joy; she quickly picked up the cracked phone: "Thank you, Director Tang!"

As she thanked him, she happily left the office, muttering to herself: Sixth Sense Teacher is such a kind person!

On the other side.

Zhang Xian, driving, grumbled: "What a perfect day—now he's telling me ghost stories!"

Why the hell should I go to work? Lying around is way better!

Of course, not wanting to work was only part of it—the main issue was that it was Rongshu Entertainment.

His "girlfriend" Chu Yourong's former company—he could never betray them!

"Xiao Xian, you're rude!"

Zhang Zhaodi, sitting in the passenger seat, said sternly.

"He scared me!"

"How did he scare you?"

Zhang Zhaodi thought the man had been polite.

"Isn't asking me to work scaring me?"

Zhang Xian shrugged: "If I go to work, who'll take care of you at home?"

"I don't need you to take care of me!"

"Fine, then rephrase it—who takes you to eat KFC, who buys you milk tea?"

"Oh!"

"Then he's pretty bad!"

Zhang Zhaodi nodded in deep agreement—during these days Zhang Xian had been home, she'd finally been able to eat all the milk tea, fries, burgers, and pizza she loved.

Zhang Xian parked the car in the underground garage, then began walking around.

Zhang Xian had been to this SKP Mall once before, back when he'd come along with friends just to join the crowd and wander aimlessly—he hadn't been part of this place's customer base back then.

But now it was different—he had money!

Over ten million was sitting in his bank account!

He was practically a millionaire!

"Xiaoxian, can I get a milk tea first?"

Stopping in front of a milk tea shop, Zhang Zhaodi couldn't move her feet.

"Two cups—one in the left hand, one in the right."

Zhang Xian waved his hand generously, then let Zhang Zhaodi choose.

"Yay!"

Zhang Zhaodi's face lit up with a smile, excited like a child.

Well, actually, her current mindset was that of a child—easily satisfied, her face often wearing a smile.

Sometimes Zhang Xian thought it might actually be better to stay mentally stuck in childhood—easier to be content, easier to find joy.

For most people, the time in life with the most smiles and the greatest happiness was childhood, because desires were easier to satisfy and there were few worries—a single candy or an ice cream could make you happy for a long time.

But as you grow older, your desires swell, and troubles pile up.

So after growing up, you realize you're not as happy anymore!

Not long after, Zhang Zhaodi held two milk teas in her hands; she sipped from the one in her left hand, then from the one in her right, her face full of satisfied smiles.

Zhang Xian's gaze swept across the flashy stores, then led Zhang Zhaodi into the LV Flagship Store.

Though LV was everywhere, hard to tell real from fake, it was still perfect for someone like Zhang Xian, a "newly rich."

But Zhang Xian wasn't planning to buy anything for himself—today's plan was to buy gifts for his father and five sisters.

He'd made money, after all.

He needed to give back—his father and sisters had worried about him endlessly since childhood.

He'd taken advantage of his sisters' generosity often during university.

He'd used the phrase "Sis, you there?" with flawless mastery.

Now, it was his turn to spoil his sisters in return.

The LV staff didn't treat Zhang Xian with disrespect or condescension because of his casual clothes—those dramatic scenes of luxury store clerks looking down on customers only happened in over-the-top rich-guy novels.

Staff at stores like LV were rigorously trained; even if they looked down on a customer internally, they still wore professional, fake smiles.

Besides, Zhang Xian was just dressed casually—he wasn't sloppy.

"Hmm, this one, this one, this one..."

"One of each!"

Zhang Xian pointed at four bags in one breath, planning to give them to his four sisters—excluding Zhang Zhaodi.

Of his four sisters, only the eldest had the means to buy an LV bag, but she'd probably never splurge on one.

His second sister worked as a background extra in Heng Dian, his fourth sister was interning at a law firm, his fifth sister was in graduate school—all lived tight budgets; even a one-thousand-yuan bag was likely beyond their reach.