Chapter 53: Low-Key, Steady, A General

Zhang Xian handed Liu Dongxu a cigarette, then patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Everything's hard at first—if you didn't get complaints or violations, you still made money, didn't you?"

"Just be careful tomorrow. Also, I'll give you a tip: dye your hair back black. Driving for ride-hailing is still service industry—appearance matters."

"Of course, I'm not discriminating against your little yellow hair—it's just that many people have preconceived notions."

Zhang Xian's advice was sound; Liu Dongxu's yellow hair looked sleazy, and if he raised his voice even slightly while driving, passengers might think he was yelling at them.

"Yeah, Brother Xian, I'll listen to you."

Liu Dongxu nodded. The rejections from interviews and setbacks from driving for ride-hailing had completely shattered the confidence of this former American returnee who once thought himself above all others.

Life was hard—even something as simple as ride-hailing was so difficult!

Zhang Family.

When Zhang Xian returned home, he was startled—he'd assumed Chen Huan, Chu Yourong, and Han Ziwei had already left, but all three were still there.

The dining table was piled high with hot pot ingredients; Zhang Dongshan was washing vegetables in the kitchen, Chen Huan helping beside him, while Chu Yourong and Han Ziwei chatted with Zhang Zhaodi.

Wait, are they already living like this?

Zhang Xian suddenly felt like an outsider.

"Six Teacher, you're back!"

Seeing Zhang Xian enter, Han Ziwei was the first to greet him.

"Six Teacher?"

Zhang Xian's lip twitched—he'd never heard that address before.

"How about Six Sensations Teacher?"

Han Ziwei added with a smile.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two, same age as Yourong."

"Then I'm older than you—call me Brother Xian, you won't lose out."

Zhang Xian spread his hands, then pointed at the table full of hot pot ingredients: "Did you three talk about the partnership all afternoon?"

"No, we went to look at the office today."

"When Brother Zhang registered the company, he only rented one office suite. But now the company's grown—we leased a 2,000-square-meter space. It used to be a music company, with recording studios and rehearsal rooms..."

Han Ziwei excitedly explained; it was clear she was very satisfied with the new office.

"Uh, isn't such a large office space expensive?"

Zhang Xian didn't want to meddle in company affairs, but he was the legal representative and future heir—right now the company had only a few people, yet they'd rented over 2,000 square meters. Wasn't that a bit too bold?

The problem was, his father's reward was random—he had no idea when his "inspiration" would come!

"Don't worry, you don't have to pay a cent!"

Chu Yourong took over: "When Chen Huan, Ziwei, and I invested in the company, we also injected twenty million."

"Cough, it's not about the money—I just think the company doesn't have that many people yet."

"But bigger is better—it leaves enough room for future growth."

Hearing the three were "bringing capital to the team," Zhang Xian had no objections—he'd just contribute himself and wait to collect money.

"Brother Xian, do you have any more songs suitable for me?"

"Now I'm one of your company's artists—you've got to treat everyone fairly!"

Han Ziwei winked at Zhang Xian and tugged on his arm, shaking it gently. She knew his relationship with Chu Yourong was fake, so she felt no hesitation interacting with him.

"Uh, probably not right now."

Zhang Xian glanced at Chu Yourong. Though their relationship had ended, he somehow felt a strange sense of guilt.

"Brother Xian, do you know my style?"

Han Ziwei asked again.

"I think your style doesn't matter."

"What matters is that you need a good song!"

"Take Yourong, for example—before 'Decent' went viral, did you think she was suited for that kind of song?"

Zhang Xian had no idea what Han Ziwei's style was—he'd never paid attention to her before, so he just pulled out a classic PUA line!

Your style doesn't matter—what matters is adapting to my work!

"Uh, yeah, that's true!"

Han Ziwei thought for a moment, then nodded in deep agreement. Before 'Decent' went viral, Chu Yourong's labels were "sweet girl" and "homebody goddess!"

No one expected she could sing a song like 'Decent.'

"Brother Xian, when you have a new song, remember to call me!"

"I'll get in line first!"

Han Ziwei winked at Zhang Xian again.

"Got it."

Zhang Xian readily agreed, but inside he was thinking: when a good song comes, I'll prioritize Baby Yourong first!

She's the real insider—the kind who earns a dollar and gives back two.

As for Han Ziwei, he'd consider her only if a song was truly unsuitable for Chu Yourong.

"Xiaoxian, where have you been running off to? Why couldn't I reach you on the phone!"

Zhang Dongshan carried a basin of washed greens into the living room.

"My phone died and shut off automatically."

Zhang Xian's phone had died at Lin Xiwei's place—he was unemployed, so he hadn't bothered to charge it.

"I was going to discuss company matters with you."

"Dad, just handle the company stuff yourself—no need to consult me!"

Zhang Xian quickly waved his hand, then said seriously: "You have far more experience—you've eaten more salt than I've eaten rice. When it comes to running the company, I'll definitely follow your lead!"

"I'm barely any age at all—I have zero experience to manage such a large, promising company. I still have a lot to learn!"

Zhang Xian lowered his stance and lavished praise on his father.

"Hmm, you're actually quite clear-headed—your self-awareness is spot-on!"

Zhang Dongshan, flattered by this flood of praise, nodded with a smile, then stole a glance at Chen Huan.

He thought: She must have heard that, right?

"As the saying goes, an old steed in the stable still dreams of traveling a thousand li!"

"Besides, Dad, you're only just over fifty—you're in your prime! Xianyu Music still relies entirely on you!"

Zhang Xian added fuel to the fire, urging his father to push forward, expand, and conquer—while he himself would keep lying flat, their roles clearly divided.

At that moment, Chen Huan walked over carrying a basin of washed dishes; she had naturally heard Zhang Xian's words. Previously, she had assumed someone like Zhang Xian—a prodigy who rose to fame young—would be arrogant.

After all, she'd seen too many young stars in the entertainment industry who became instantly famous and then got carried away.

So seeing Zhang Xian so humble, she was genuinely surprised.

To achieve such dazzling success yet remain so modest and steady—that's the bearing of a great general!

His future is limitless!

Chen Huan immediately strengthened her resolve—joining Xianyu Music was undoubtedly the right choice.

With Zhang Xian, such a steady and humble creative genius, at the helm, Xianyu Music would find it hard not to soar!

But Chu Yourong, who knew Zhang Xian better, was speechless—what modesty and steadiness? In her view, Zhang Xian simply didn't want to shoulder responsibility; he just wanted to slack off and fish around.