Chapter 9: You want to pull up your pants and pretend you don't know me?

After a commotion, the dormitory was about time to turn off the lights, and the dorm building gradually quieted down.

After all, Modu Daxue is not a lowly place; the Principal's ideological education is indeed in place, so things won't get overly outrageous.

In Jiang Cheng's dorm, Su Peng was still slamming the bed board; he picked up the phone and called his sister.

Perhaps he felt his voice wasn't loud enough to show his current fiery temper, so he turned on speakerphone and raised his voice at the phone:

"Sis, just honestly tell me, are you dating?"

The other three people in the dorm, including Jiang Cheng, all stared over with beady eyes.

They heard Su Manyao's imposing older-sister tone from the phone: "You have an opinion about my dating?"

"It's not that I have an opinion, you can date whoever, but how could you find a yellow-haired guy who takes you to that kind of place!"

"I took him there, are you satisfied?"

Deng Qi and Liu Tao heard it, pounding their chests hard, ouch! Beep beep beep, the other end had already hung up.

"I'm furious, I'll go block him downstairs his dorm tomorrow." Su Peng held the hung-up phone, beating his chest and stomping his feet! Jiang Cheng lay back on his bed, pursed his lips, how did he suddenly get a feeling of reaping the benefits without effort?

He took out his phone, opened the avatar of his online girlfriend, Gentle Sister, but now Gentle Sister's avatar had been changed.

The cartoon avatar turned into a black-and-white toned photo, a slender, elongated finger, a hand with obvious female features.

The cute maiden's name was also changed to a single 'Man' character.

Heartbroken…

Gentle Sister turned into an aloof Yujie.

Jiang Cheng sent a message over: "I'll send you the car keys tomorrow."

After sending the message, Jiang Cheng wanted to relax a bit and organize his thoughts.

But the other side instantly replied: "Okay, deliver it to my dorm downstairs tomorrow morning, and also pack me a breakfast."

Seeing this message, Jiang Cheng froze: sending the keys downstairs is no problem, but what does packing a breakfast mean? Isn't the school forum's info enough? Does the aloof Yujie really not care? In this brief moment of thought, Su Manyao sent another message.

"What do you mean, you actually hesitated?"

"I've kissed your collarbone, touched your leg, held your hand, watched a movie, and you just deny people after pulling up your pants?"

Seeing these two messages, Jiang Cheng's heart pounded.

The collarbone—I didn't notice; the leg… that really was an accident; the hand was clearly being held; that movie I really didn't dare to watch.

Although that's what I say, but the facts seem hard to refute.

Jiang Cheng felt he was being manipulated, and honestly replied with a single word:

"Okay."

Su Manyao: "Mm, good."

Damn! Embarrassing! What does 'good' even mean?! Jiang Cheng felt he'd lost face, this round he can't turn it around!

He threw the phone aside and went to sleep!

But just two minutes later, Jiang Cheng picked up his phone again to search a website.

He found that this world's search engines are truly terrible.

He could only find information on community platforms, and finally Jiang Cheng scrolled to the article he was looking for.

【What breakfast should you give your girlfriend in the morning? Teach you an easy trick to win her over!】

After reading the article, the dorm lights were already off.

Su Peng also finally calmed down.

Jiang Cheng hesitated a moment, then reopened his messaging app and clicked on the avatar called Pale Cloud.

Jiang Cheng: "Want to collect songs?"

He sent the message over.

Then he opened his bank card app, which showed a balance of over 120,000.

This is what remained after selling a book and a song.

In his previous life, Jiang Cheng was an arts student, with interests in literature and entertainment.

In his previous life, Jiang Cheng struggled to survive, full of talent, yet still couldn't live well that life.

Fortunately, he transmigrated to this different world.

Jiang Cheng originally wanted this life to be easy, not to get rich, not to become famous, not to be burdened by worldly affairs.

Just making a bit of living expenses would be enough.

After the college entrance exam, Jiang Cheng submitted online, sold a song "At Least Still Have You" to a company for three thousand yuan. The song quickly became popular, and the company sought him out again.

They offered a high price.

But Jiang Cheng refused.

He had many songs, but he didn't sell them, lest getting into that circle make it hard to turn back.

So he spent a summer writing "Heavenly Dragon Eight Divisions".

He sold the adaptation rights for film and television.

Likewise sold to that company for 150,000.

According to the true value of these IPs in his previous life, of course it's more than this, even if just an adaptation license.

But Jiang Cheng doesn't care; he has tons of IPs in his mind.

Moreover, he's unknown here; the later IPs could sell for 150,000 as well because the earlier song served as endorsement, plus the other side's strict review, and the IP was indeed solid to earn that price.

So as long as Jiang Cheng is willing, it's far more than the 120,000 in his bank card.

He simply doesn't want to be noticed by too many people.

But tonight, he suddenly had the idea to make money! He himself doesn't know why.

Just in his mind, occasionally a woman's silhouette appears, she seems wealthy and very capable.

In less than two minutes, the other party sent back a message.

Green Veggie Cloud: "Mr. Jiang, hello! I've always been here; we've collected all of your works."

An apartment somewhere in Modu's urban area.

A woman somewhere between a young married lady and a charming married lady, appearing to be in her thirties, had just finished showering; the fine fluff on her hairline was still damp, she wore a white bathrobe, lay on the sofa, getting ready to binge-watch.

Suddenly she saw the avatar she had been day and night longing for pop up with a message; the woman, excited, jumped up with her phone and knelt directly on the sofa.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed a line, deleting and retyping over and over, finally deciding to communicate in the simplest, most sincere way.

After sending her message, she anxiously waited, clutching her small fist to her chest.

If people in the circle knew that Li Qinqin, the chief assistant to Su Manyao, CEO of Qingman Entertainment Media, could anticipate a person's message to such a degree, they'd also wonder just who the other party was! But Li Qinqin couldn't put on any airs of a chief assistant at the moment.

Fortunately, the other party replied quickly.

Jiang Cheng: "This time, tell me what you'd like to acquire."

Ah! Can I say? Li Qinqin was very excited; a year ago she saw a song on a community platform priced at three thousand.

She thought the lyrics were good, very evocative, so she bought it and put it in the company; not long after, an artist took it, and once the song was released it immediately became a hit.

Only then did she suddenly realize she might have stumbled upon a treasure.

So she contacted the original seller, namely Mr. Jiang, begging and pleading, asking what price to set; the other party refused to continue writing.

Even if she said quality didn't matter, the other party still refused.

Just when she thought the other party might not be original and had no better works,

Mr. Jiang then gave him the film and television rights to a novel.

She brought the novel to the company with a tentative attitude.

As a result, several of the company's big directors, after seeing it, vied to direct the drama; at the final green‑light meeting, the directors fought over the shooting rights, almost coming to blows.

But after that, Mr. Jiang refused to produce any more work!

Today, Mr. Jiang came again.

Moreover, he asked what I wanted! Let me speak! Li Qinqin only wanted to say: "Mr. Jiang, I want you."

I want everything, I want it all!

Steadying her excitement, Li Qinqin replied: "Okay, Mr. Jiang, may I invite you for an in‑person chat when you have time? Are you free tomorrow afternoon at two?"

Li Qinqin said two o'clock because she had her own considerations.

That timing gives her plenty of time to make arrangements!

First she had to report this to Su Manyao, the Boss, and hear the Boss's opinion.

She thought, if she could handle this well!

The Boss would surely be pleased! After sending the message, Li Qinqin put her phone on the sofa, clasped her hands, and silently prayed, hoping to receive the longed‑for reply.

Ding! Jiang Cheng: "Okay."

(End of chapter)