Chapter 47: Zhou Yi Simida, Sending Money to Get Things Done Simida

BREAKING! SUPERPOPULAR NEW STAR ZHOU YI ALMOST BURIED ALIVE AT SIGNING EVENT!

THE LOVE OF FANS! ZHOU YI ALMOST OVERWHELMED BY FANS!

ZHOU YI SURVIVES BONE-SCORCHING 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 published.

Although the female fan was pixelated, her broad, magnificent chest instantly sparked heated debate.

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

Even on Sunday's signing event, many female fans tried to recreate the scene, but Warner staff, wiser after one setback, blocked them all.

Zhou Yi was quite disappointed by this.

Taiwanese girls are the best—just pin you down without hesitation.

And because of the precedent set earlier, today's female fans daring to give him gifts had bodies that got better and better—after all, no one without serious assets would dare pull such a stunt.

Too bad Warner doesn't play fair.

"Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi. What's your take on being pinned down by a female fan? Will it leave you with psychological trauma?"

After the final signing event ended, a swarm of media reporters, cameras and microphones in hand, rushed up 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 superpopular new star in the near term.

If Warner hadn't prepared in advance and held them back, the microphones might have been shoved straight into Zhou Yi's mouth.

"Uh, actually, it's fine. 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?"

……

……

You're so sexy!

No wonder you wrote "Hate Dream of the Red Chamber."

The day after the interview, Zhou Yi finally got a moment's rest and met Sun Yanzi at the company—she'd 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, stealing half a day 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 fans."

Sun Yanzi, sitting down comfortably after catching the apple, bit into the fruit: "If this gets out, it'll seriously damage your popularity."

"Relax—I'll definitely keep my distance from those fans. Listen to the songs, buy the albums—that's enough. No other contact needed."

With the experience of future generations to back him, Zhou Yi would never touch this forbidden line.

Just peaceful days—that's all he asked for.

"By the way, weren't you supposed to return to the mainland after finishing 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 Boss Zhou saying he had something important to tell me."

Zhou Yi himself was completely confused.

He'd been sound asleep at home when suddenly a call came: "You—"

As he spoke, the general manager's secretary found them, interrupted their chat, and ushered Zhou Yi into the office.

Zhou Jianhui, radiant and full of vigor, stood by the office window gazing at the cityscape outside. Hearing the noise, he turned around.

"Boss Zhou."

"Ayi, sit down."

Zhou Jianhui, warm and cheerful, said: "How was the promotion tour? Did any female fans cause you trouble?"

"It was fine—the fan incident was just an accident. Boss Zhou, you didn't call me here just to talk about that, right?"

"Don't worry—it's good news."

Zhou Jianhui teased a moment, then handed Zhou Yi a document. Zhou Yi took it with both hands and opened it—

One glance, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Buying rights?"

"You know, Zhou Yi, Warner is an international company."

Zhou Jianhui, elated, 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."

……

This feeling was… peculiar.

He was now the original creator collecting royalty fees.

Though morally questionable, this effortless windfall—this reverse exploitation—felt damn good.

The perk of a reincarnator.

"They're very sincere. Would you like to negotiate with them? If language's a barrier, no problem—we have Korean speakers."

For Zhou Yi, the treasure he'd personally discovered, the man 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 and gesture radiating care.

"Let me see... buying five songs, 'Happy Worship,' 'Can't Help Loving,' 'My Microphone,' 'Dance Door,' 'Reverse Earth'? Is this a wholesale order?"

Looking at the song titles on the document, Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh.

One look at the company intending to buy: Korea's S. M. Entertainment.

No wonder — the songs they bought were exactly his style, and they went straight for five at once.

"Can we discuss this? Do you need to contact by phone?"

"No, no, no — it's a face-to-face meeting."

Zhou Jianhui shook his head and said: "This company has big ambitions. After all, it's only been listed for less than half a year, and right now it's scouring the whole world for good stuff to boost its stock price."

Zhou Yi understood instantly.

Two days later, on August 14th, accompanied by Warner, he met the people sent by the legendary Korean SM company.

A man in a suit and tie opened with a torrent of gibberish, while beside him a beauty whose looks were gorgeous—and possibly artificial—was dressed quite coolly.

"Zhou Yi ssi-mak..."

"Mr. Zhou Yi, please sell us the cover rights to your songs. We can offer extremely sincere terms."

With Warner's translator's help, Zhou Yi immediately summed it up in his heart—

Zhou Yi ssi-mak, we are here to deliver money, working hard ssi-mak.

Sell!

Sell them all!

Looking ahead, he'd check if there's anything else in Korea worth copying — strike first himself, and next year flip the script and sell it back to them ssi-mak!

Two fish, one meal!