Chapter 49: Grow Big and Strong

Ten minutes later.

Zhang Xian, brushing his teeth in front of the pond in his backyard, saw Chu Yourong.

Since they were old acquaintances, he hadn't bothered with appearances—and ended up getting a backstab from Chu Yourong.

Because she wasn't alone; she had brought a short-haired beauty and a middle-aged woman still radiating charm.

Zhang Xian quickly wiped the foam from his mouth: "Chu Yourong, you've got guests, why didn't you say anything?"

"You didn't ask."

Chu Yourong shrugged indifferently.

"I didn't expect Sixth Sense Teacher to be so down-to-earth!"

The short-haired beauty teased him, noticing the foam still on his lips—she was Chu Yourong's friend and one of the Moonlight Girls, Han Ziwei.

In fact, it was Han Ziwei who had brought Zhang Xian and Chu Yourong together, having originally chosen Zhang Xian, this fishing guy, as Chu Yourong's "boyfriend."

"You know Han Ziwei, right?"

"This is Huan Jie, my and Weiwei's agent, and the best agent in the country!"

Chu Yourong introduced the two women to Zhang Xian.

But "best agent in the country" was clearly just a cover for Chen Huan.

Zhang Xian didn't know Han Ziwei, but he'd heard the name—she was a member of the Moonlight Girls. As for Chen Huan, the "best agent in the country," he'd never heard of her.

Zhang Xian politely greeted both women, then invited them inside.

After a few brief pleasantries, Chen Huan got straight to the point: she planned to join Xianyu Music together with Chu Yourong and Han Ziwei, but on the condition that she and Chu Yourong each receive 20% company shares, and Han Ziwei 15%.

After learning their intentions, Zhang Xian went numb. Was this a partnership?

It was clearly an attempt to swallow up his father's newly founded Xianyu Music.

Together, the three held 55% of the shares—if they banded together, control of the company would immediately shift. Though Zhang Xian had zero interest in running a company, he was the legal owner and the sole heir; this was all going to be his asset.

"Huan Jie, I think you'd be better off starting your own company. Look, you're the best agent in the country, and Yourong and Weiwei are top-tier idols—why come to my little workshop?"

Zhang Xian spoke politely, but his stance was clear.

He had no intention of accepting this partnership model. Xianyu Music could grow big and strong, sure—but he didn't insist on it. After all, his current income was already very substantial.

On paper, he earned royalties from "Apple Fragrance" and "Dignity." Off the books, he received rewards from his father.

Life was comfortable!

"We could start a company too—but can you come to work?"

"We can give you 20% equity."

Chen Huan had come to negotiate with Zhang Xian precisely because she valued his songwriting talent. With such a genius on board, the little workshop would quickly grow into a major company.

"Huan Jie, let's not talk about working!"

Zhang Xian quickly waved his hand—this "best agent" had just triggered a forbidden word.

"Why don't you look elsewhere? There are plenty of people who can write songs."

"My childhood friend, Dong Xu, who lives next door—he writes songs too. He just brought me two yesterday!"

Zhang Xian felt there was no point continuing this conversation—their demands were too far apart.

And as soon as he finished speaking, Liu Dongxu walked into Zhang's backyard: "Xian Ge, up already? I need your help."

"Dong Xu, you're perfect timing!"

Zhang Xian quickly called Liu Dongxu inside and pointed at him: "Huan Jie, this is the Dong Xu brother I just mentioned. Why don't you two talk?"

Liu Dongxu didn't know there were guests inside. He greeted Chu Yourong first, then sized up Han Ziwei and Chen Huan.

A short-haired beauty, a glamorous middle-aged woman—this place had some serious looks!

"Dong Xu, here's the situation: this is our country's best agent. She's planning to launch a music company and needs songwriters..."

Zhang Xian briefly explained Chen Huan's situation.

Upon learning Chen Huan's identity, Liu Dongxu immediately got excited: "Huan Jie, hello! I've heard so much about you!"

"Isn't this fate? I just wrote two songs."

"Since you're a professional, could you take a look?"

Liu Dongxu still wasn't ready to become a ride-share driver—he believed his two songs could still be salvaged, and he'd come to Zhang Xian to ask for help revising them.

He never expected to meet a professional like Chen Huan—looks like heaven really wanted him to make a living this way!

Liu Dongxu flipped his notebook to the second page. He thought "Position" was more realistic—a song in the realist genre.

"Huan Jie, take a good look."

He handed over the notebook with eager anticipation.

Chen Huan hadn't expected two songwriters to emerge from Six Lanes Hutong. She took the notebook curiously.

Then her whole demeanor collapsed.

"Huan Jie, what do you think of this song?"

Seeing Chen Huan stay silent, Liu Dongxu couldn't help pressing.

"It's good."

"Throw it in the trash!"

Chen Huan was speechless.

"Uh..."

When he heard the first half, Liu Dongxu was thrilled—but the thrill lasted less than half a second before Chen Huan delivered a crushing blow.

"Let me see."

Han Ziwei, curious, took the notebook. Chu Yourong also turned her head to look.

Moments later, both wore expressions of shock.

They could hardly believe that anyone could write such a "song"!

"Xiaoxian, Chen Huan, Yourong, and I are being completely sincere."

"Alright, name your terms."

At this moment, Chen Huan finally realized that Zhang Xian had been mocking her because he was deeply dissatisfied with her previous terms.

"Xianyu Music will give up 15% of its shares—you three divide the percentage among yourselves. If you accept, go find my father to sign the contract."

Zhang Xian had already witnessed Chu Yourong's earning power; having such a top-tier female star in the company was unquestionably beneficial in every way.

Moreover, for the company to grow strong and expand, it needed a superstar like Chu Yourong to anchor it—this cooperation was a win-win. It was unrealistic to expect her to join for free; she was already a renowned top-tier artist who could command excellent terms at any company.

Just now, Zhang Xian checked Chen Huan's background on his phone—though not as extraordinary as Chu Yourong claimed, she was still a well-known top agent in the industry, with outstanding professional skills and extensive connections, making her an ideal candidate for CEO.

Han Ziwei's popularity wasn't as high as Chu Yourong's, but she was still at near-top-tier level; her earning potential was likely comparable.

After careful consideration, Zhang Xian decided to offer 15% of the company's shares. Xianyu Music was still a small workshop in its startup phase, and if the three joined, they would indeed provide substantial support.

Of course, most importantly, with the three of them on board, Zhang Xian could lie back even more comfortably.