[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-king-of-2000-a-mandopop-dynasty":3,"chapter-the-king-of-2000-a-mandopop-dynasty-the-king-of-2000-a-mandopop-dynasty-chapter-91":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The King of 2000: A Mandopop Dynasty",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2301347,4501,"Chapter 91: It Was Me First","the-king-of-2000-a-mandopop-dynasty-chapter-91",91,"\u003Cp>“If you want to look, I don’t mind unbuttoning it so you can stare all you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Sun Yanzi’s gaze, Zhou Yi put down his phone and teased her: “But it comes at a price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’d rather go look at male models—they’ve got something worth seeing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Zhou Yi’s eyes, Sun Yanzi pursed her lips without reply, shrugged, and countered the fleeting moment her gaze had betrayed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she said that, she had to admit: the bastard had a decent physique—quite pleasing to the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just doesn’t work hard enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his schedule were as packed as hers, arranged by the company, where would he find time to work out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Sun Yanzi puffed out her cheeks, deeply dissatisfied with the Taiwan side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhou Yi weren’t banned, how could he be so relaxed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d be running all over the place promoting like I am.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, since you’ve seen the melody and lyrics, is your curiosity satisfied? Then I’m leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking the time, Zhou Yi saw the hands were already late—he should return to his room. He slapped his thighs and rose from the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Sun Yanzi hadn’t been desperate to know what song he wrote for *Peak Moment 2*, he wouldn’t have brought the sheet music to her room so late at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her curiosity satisfied, Sun Yanzi grinned widely, handing back the sheet music: “Alright, since you satisfied my curiosity, let me treat you to late-night snacks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yi, who had just stood up, sat right back down: “Why didn’t you say so sooner? I barely ate anything tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coca-Cola’s signing ceremony was grand, the banquet luxurious, but he was too busy to even take a few bites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him rub his stomach and complain about Hong Kong’s underwhelming dinners, Sun Yanzi couldn’t help but smile wryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Sun Yanzi’s assistant walked in with the purchased late-night barbecue. She greeted Zhou Yi with a perfectly neutral expression, set down the food, and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yi, who had originally planned to grab something to eat himself, didn’t hesitate—he grabbed the food: “Considering this late-night snack, I’ll overlook your earlier perversion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yanzi burst out laughing: “Don’t flatter yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked only a few skewers, and Zhou Yi, mid-bite, paused: “You’re only eating that much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Obviously. I’m not like you—I already ate dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning back on the sofa, Sun Yanzi bit into a skewer, speaking through a mouthful: “If I hadn’t seen you barely ate tonight, I wouldn’t have ordered this—would’ve just made me gain weight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yi froze, then looked down at his fried rice, idly stirred it with his chopsticks, and smiled sincerely: “Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re welcome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yanzi made no effort to hide her ulterior motive: “Eat too many late-night snacks and you’ll get fat—then all your fans will flock to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think you’re mistaken. My physique fans won’t be interested in you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Cough! Fuck! I’m still young, you get it? I’m 22, twenty-two, you know?” Sun Yanzi, trying to reason, switched rapidly between Chinese and English, coughing repeatedly to defend herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though last Christmas her wish was for bigger breasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yi burst into loud laughter, only to be chased around the room by an enraged Sun Yanzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey?! I’m telling you, this is illegal—you’re illegally detaining a Chinese citizen! If you take it too far, this could spark a diplomatic incident!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? No, no, no—this is a private corporate dispute within a multinational. It doesn’t fall under criminal jurisdiction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Zhou Yi’s twisted logic as a Peking University law student, Sun Yanzi, a business genius from Nanyang Technological University, pulled out her own university-honed expertise…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Qian Jiang came to discuss the exact shooting schedule for Coca-Cola’s commercial, the first thing he saw was Zhou Yi yawning endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you go rob someone last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the man’s state, Qian Jiang’s expression turned odd: “Wait, didn’t Xiao Yaxuan and Fan Bingbin get whisked away by their agents right after the event?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who did you hook up with this time? Cai Zhuoyan from Emperor Entertainment? Or Zhang Shaohan from Fuhua?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t eat just anything, and don’t say just anything—I’m completely clean with them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yawning, Zhou Yi stepped aside and trudged toward the bathroom to freshen up: “I didn’t eat enough last night, so I had late-night barbecue with Sun Yanzi and we chatted a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t even know—did Chen Zeshan schedule too many appearances for her? Is he insane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the name “Chen Zeshan,” Qian Jiang closed the door, placed breakfast and the newspaper on the living room coffee table, and sneered: “Chen Zeshan’s always been like this. Sun Yanzi’s a rich girl who’s never endured this kind of grind—complaining’s normal. Get used to it. What else can you expect when you’re popular?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you weren’t banned in Taiwan and didn’t lack a ton of promotional appearances, you wouldn’t be this relaxed now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quick wash, Zhou Yi returned to the living room, sat down, ate breakfast, and read Hong Kong’s newspaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, the “rivalry” between him and Xie Tingfeng was no longer the top headline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jackie Chan and his *Peak Moment 2* crew had stolen the spotlight, dominating speculation and gossip—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gang had extorted protection money from the *Peak Moment 2* crew shooting in Hong Kong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This forced the crew to halt their shooting, which is why Jackie Chan had time to bring his co-star Chris Tucker to Zhou Yi’s signing ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five hundred thousand in protection money? What gang? Is their appetite too small? Five hundred thousand HKD won’t even cover a toothpick!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the headline’s bold text—“Crew Has Reported to Police”—Zhou Yi, eating breakfast, didn’t understand: “This is an American-distributed movie—shouldn’t they have asked for five hundred thousand U.S. dollars?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiang stared at him like he’d seen a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yi, unaware of any flaw in his logic, frowned: “What? Did I say something wrong? Tell me—would you pick five hundred thousand HKD or five hundred thousand USD in this world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re robbing Jackie Chan—and their appetite’s too small, and their method’s too crude.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it were me, I’d have dozens of ways to get away clean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After briefly flipping through the related news, Zhou Yi clearly looked down on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiang: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually… that made a little sense. Five hundred thousand HKD might be too little for someone like Jackie Chan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing his thoughts had been led astray, Qian Jiang snapped back, slapping his forehead: “I didn’t come here to talk about gangs! Coca-Cola set the commercial shoot for April 2nd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This month, you need to record the ad song ‘Sad People Don’t Listen to Slow Songs’ and the song for Jackie Chan’s *Peak Moment 2*.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, your MV female lead schedules are all booked—after the Coca-Cola commercial, you can start filming the rest of the MVs…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to his agent’s list, Zhou Yi quickly allocated time weights for each task in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, by the way, one more thing—the *Pink Lady* crew asked if you’re interested in a cameo role?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yi slowly raised a questioning eyebrow: “You’re kidding me? Me acting? I can barely play myself in MVs—I barely manage MVs, let alone a TV drama?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiang didn’t mind his nonsense: “They probably just want to ride your fame. If you don’t want to, I’ll decline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—cameo? I’m too lazy for that. But visiting the set? That’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Visit whose set? Chen Hao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yi rolled his eyes: “Obviously. You think I’d visit Liu Ruo?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since he’d seen Chen Hao—he’d meet her and chat about selling off some of her stocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time-wise, Maotai’s IPO is a few months away—time to start buying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll arrange it for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the news that the popular Zhou Yi was visiting the *Pink Lady* set spread widely. Fan Bingbin, back on the *Young Bao Qingtian 2* set after taking leave, looked at the newspaper and frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Heh, a bit late, but no big deal~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1353,"2026-06-20T07:33:41.161Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","83a919e9d2ba1c60e737677307a1bdba372f2c0eb67ff12798b66351e2c945a7","the-king-of-2000-a-mandopop-dynasty-chapter-92","the-king-of-2000-a-mandopop-dynasty-chapter-90",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-king-of-2000-a-mandopop-dynasty-cover.jpg"]