Chapter 47: Zhou Yi Simida, Here to Deliver Money and Do the Work, Simida

BREAKING! SUPER-POPULAR NEW STAR ZHOU YI ALMOST BURIED ALIVE AT SIGNING EVENT!

THE LOVE OF FANS: ZHOU YI NEARLY OVERWHELMED BY FANS!

ZHOU YI SURVIVES BONE-DEEP CHEST ATTACK!

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The next day, the “hair-raising scene” Zhou Yi experienced at yesterday’s signing event quickly made front-page headlines across major entertainment newspapers—

Photos taken from every angle were all there.

Although the female fan had been pixelated, her broad, magnificent chest instantly sparked heated discussion.

Some were envious, some worried, others so jealous they wished to replace him immediately.

Even on Sunday’s signing event, many female fans tried to recreate the scene, but all were stopped by Warner staff who had learned their lesson.

Zhou Yi found this quite regrettable.

Taiwanese girls are the best—just shove your head right in, no hesitation at all.

And because there was a precedent, today’s female fans daring to offer him favors had bodies that were better and better—after all, no one without serious assets would dare play like this.

Too bad Warner doesn’t play fair.

“Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi. What’s your take on being forced to have your head pressed against a fan’s chest? Will it leave you with psychological trauma?”

After the final signing event, a swarm of reporters rushed forward with cameras and microphones for a brief interview.

Everyone in Taiwan’s industry now knew Zhou Yi was about to return to the mainland for album promotion—this was likely the last real chance to interview this super-popular new star in the near term.

If not for Warner’s prior preparation to block them, the microphones might have been shoved straight into Zhou Yi’s mouth.

“Uh, it’s actually fine—even though I did lose sight for a few seconds.”

Zhou Yi, who never imagined he’d ever face this day, faced the Taiwanese media’s lenses with an unhidden smile: “But after all, it’s just the passion of my fans.”

“Then, will this incident leave you with any psychological trauma?”

“I’m not that fragile.”

Zhou Yi shook his head and smiled: “Besides, what if it happened again?”

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You’re so sexy!

No wonder you wrote “Hate Dream of the Red Chamber.”

The next day, after the interviews ended, Zhou Yi finally got a moment’s rest and met Sun Yanzi at the company, who had just returned from her own promotional tour. Upon seeing him, she couldn’t hold back her laughter, grinning widely as she sized him up.

“I watched the video—you looked like you were enjoying it. What if it happened again? Are you planning to net all the female fans?”

Sun Yanzi mimicked the tone perfectly, thoroughly amused.

“It’s Qian Jiang’s fault—if he hadn’t tightened security on this front, I might’ve gotten other perks.”

Zhou Yi, enjoying a rare moment of leisure, pulled up a chair in the break area and casually tossed an apple from the fruit platter to her.

“Take it easy—don’t end up getting involved with a fan.”

Sun Yanzi, now comfortably seated, took a bite of the apple: “If this gets out, it’ll seriously damage your popularity.”

“Relax—I’ll definitely keep my distance from those fans. Just listen to the music, buy the albums. No other contact needed.”

With the benefit of future experience, Zhou Yi would never cross this forbidden line.

Peaceful days are enough; nothing else expected.

“By the way, weren’t you supposed to return to the mainland after your promotions? Why are you here at the company today instead of resting at home? Did the sun rise in the west?”

Sun Yanzi suddenly remembered and was curious.

“I didn’t know either—I got a call from Zhou Zong saying he had something important to tell me.”

Zhou Yi himself was completely confused.

He’d been sleeping peacefully at home when suddenly a phone call summoned him: “You—”

As he spoke, the general manager’s secretary found them, interrupted the conversation, and ushered Zhou Yi into the office.

Zhou Jianhui, glowing with health and vigor, stood by the office window gazing at the cityscape outside. Hearing the noise, he turned around.

“Zhou Zong.”

“Ayi, sit.”

Kindly smiling, Zhou Jianhui said: “How was the promotional tour? Did any female fans cause you trouble?”

“It was fine—the fan incident was just an accident. But Zhou Zong, you didn’t call me here just to talk about that, right?”

“Don’t worry—it’s good news.”

Zhou Jianhui teased a moment before handing Zhou Yi a document, who took it with both hands and opened it—

One glance, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise: “Buying copyright?”

“You know, Zhou Yi, Warner is an international corporation.”

Zhou Jianhui, in high spirits, spoke with full confidence: “I reported your outstanding performance along with album sales.

“Coincidentally, several Korean companies heard your songs during talks with headquarters and thought the melodies were brilliant—they want to buy the cover rights.”

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This feeling was… peculiar.

He was now the original owner collecting royalty fees.

Though morally questionable, this effortless windfall felt like turning the tables on the wolves—damn satisfying.

The perk of a reincarnator, clearly.

“They’re very sincere—would you like to negotiate? If language is a barrier, the company has Korean speakers.”

For Zhou Yi, the treasure he had personally discovered, and the one he planned to use alongside Sun Yanzi to climb to the top of Warner’s Greater China presidency, Zhou Jianhui was exceptionally approachable, his every word dripping with care.

“Let me see… buying five songs? ‘Happy Worship,’ ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love,’ ‘My Microphone,’ ‘Dance Gate,’ ‘Reverse Earth’? Are they buying in bulk?”

Looking at the song titles on the document, Zhou Yi chuckled.

The interested company: South Korea’s S.M. Entertainment.

No wonder—they were the kind to buy songs like his, and they came in with five at once.

“I’m open to talking—do we need a phone call?”

“No, no, no—it’s face-to-face.”

Zhou Jianhui shook his head: “This company has big ambitions—it’s only been public for less than half a year and is scouring the world for good material to boost its stock price.”

Zhou Yi instantly understood.

Two days later, on August 14, accompanied by Warner, he met the representatives from the legendary Korean S.M. Entertainment.

A man in a suit and tie launched into rapid-fire “simida,” while beside him stood a stunningly beautiful woman—whether real or artificial, no one could tell—dressed in surprisingly revealing attire.

“Zhou Yi simida…”

“Mr. Zhou Yi, please sell us the cover rights to your songs. We offer great sincerity.”

After Warner’s translator helped, Zhou Yi instantly summed up one sentence in his mind—

Zhou Yi simida, we’re here to deliver money and do the work, simida.

Sell!

Sell everything!

Look back at what else Korea has that I can copy—strike first, next year I’ll flip it and sell it simida!

Kill two birds with one stone!