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Chapter 22: First Eight Million

It had been over two hours since Wu Yuan parted ways with Su Ruoqing. As lunchtime approached, he visited a film studio in Jing’an—a company owned by Qin Wen, a multi-talented superstar active in film, television, and music.

Qin Wen was a celebrity Wu Yuan had always admired. A beauty pageant winner, she had ventured into acting, singing, and television, putting in unimaginable effort to succeed. At one point, she had been his idol.

However, while he liked celebrities, he wasn’t a fanatic. He never believed a star’s personal life and character should be scrutinized under a microscope—after all, nobody was perfect.

Demanding perfection both on and off-screen, then condemning someone for the slightest moral misstep, was harsh and unreasonable.

His reason for visiting Qin Wen’s company was simple: to help her resolve the smear campaigns and professional sabotage she had faced over the past year—while also solving his own financial crisis in the process.

Under normal circumstances, an unannounced visit like his would have gotten him turned away at the door. But when Wu Yuan met Qin Yu—Qin Wen’s older sister and manager—he cut straight to the point:

“I can solve Qin Wen’s crisis.”

A single sentence was more effective than endless self-praise or explanations.

Qin Yu didn’t trust the bold claims of a stranger and didn’t invite him into the meeting room. Instead, she crossed her arms, looking down at him with skepticism.

“Who do you think you are? You say you can solve it, so it’s solved?”

Wu Yuan tilted his head up slightly. He wasn’t fond of looking up at women, but the woman before him was wearing stiletto heels, making her a towering 185 cm—completely overpowering him.

Annoyed, he pursed his lips, pulled out a sheet of paper from a stack he had prepared over the past two hours, and handed it to Qin Yu.

“Have Qin Wen sing this song once, and you’ll understand.”

Qin Yu was still doubtful, but after scanning the contents with her professional eye, she hurried into the studio’s practice room.

Five minutes later.

Fragmented singing drifted out from the room, somewhat familiar but not yet polished. After a few more run-throughs, about twenty minutes later, the full song flowed smoothly, albeit accompanied by a somewhat mismatched guitar.

Wu Yuan’s face broke into a satisfied smile.

Admittedly, he had won a small victory in his first encounter with the Qin sisters. But the subsequent negotiations were a series of defeats for him.

He had brought ten songs, complete with sheet music—all of which, in his dream memories, wouldn’t appear until a year later.

These were adaptations of hit songs from Wu Xiaoxiang Town in the Tianyuan World.

In his dreams, these songs had taken the Longxia Kingdom by storm, then exploded across Asia before reaching global fame.

And in those memories, the singer of this album was none other than Zhao Huanyao—Qin Wen’s so-called “plastic sister” and her most vicious attacker.

“I admit, Mr. Wu, these ten songs you’ve written all have the potential to go viral.”

Qin Yu elegantly crossed her legs, simultaneously adjusting her skirt to avoid any accidental exposure.

“But potential is just potential. Until it becomes reality, it’s just an empty promise.”

“You have no reputation in this industry, so your name adds no value to these songs’ promotion. Twenty million is far too high—half that, then halved again, would be more reasonable.”

“You mean five million?” Wu Yuan was speechless.

“That’s a fair price. And only a company in trouble like ours would even offer that much. Can you name anyone else willing to invest heavily in original songs right now?” Qin Yu raised a delicate finger.

“It’s too low,” Wu Yuan shook his head.

“Mr. Wu, you can’t even guarantee these are completely original, can you?”

“There’s this ‘Tianyuan World’ going around lately—they say it has everything. If you borrowed music from there, even if no one comes after the copyright, it could still cause problems for us later.” Qin Yu leaned forward, feigning concern.

Wu Yuan glanced at her and immediately felt his eyes burn. This sophisticated beauty in her early thirties had been so focused on preventing a wardrobe malfunction below that she forgot to button up her blouse properly. The sight of her purple bra barely containing her ample curves was… overwhelming.

“Eight million. After taxes. That’s the lowest I’ll go.” He averted his gaze with difficulty.

“Deal. I’ll draft the contract.” Qin Yu’s smile bloomed like fireworks.

After Wu Yuan left, the beautiful manager promptly buttoned up her blouse and shot a sideways glance at her younger sister, who had been pretending to read a magazine on the couch the whole time.

The younger sister stretched lazily. “Was it really okay to exploit your fan like that? He did help us when we needed it.”

“Pfft—if I hadn’t ‘sacrificed’ myself, do you think that jerk would’ve agreed to eight million?”

“I’m not even sure he’s really your fan. If you don’t believe me, next time he comes, undo two buttons yourself and see what happens.”

……

Wu Yuan knew perfectly well that selling ten hit-worthy songs for eight million was practically giving them away. But he had never intended to make a fortune from this.

As the beautiful manager had pointed out, these songs originated from the Tianyuan World. The copyright wasn’t his, and sooner or later, people would recognize them from Wu Xiaoxiang Town.

So when Qin Yu included a clause in the contract absolving him of copyright concerns, he was more than happy to accept the deal.

He stopped by an ATM to confirm the eight million had been deposited. Seeing the seven-digit balance, he couldn’t help but smile.

At the very least, he had secured his first bucket of gold on Earth.

His first stop? A nearby phone store.

It was time to buy a phone.

He hadn’t needed one before—partly to stay under the radar—but now, that was no longer a concern.

Wu Yuan didn’t bother budgeting. He went straight for a limited-edition model, shelling out 15,000 yuan.

After getting a new number, his communication setup was complete.

Next, he visited the bank to set up mobile banking and paid off his 100,000-yuan credit card debt in one go.

With that, his financial crisis was officially over.

A weight lifted from his shoulders—there was nothing quite like being debt-free.

By now, it was noon. He picked a decent Western restaurant nearby and ordered a steak from free-range cattle. The taste was… passable, at best.

But he wasn’t fussy about food.

Unlike Su Ruoqing, a newbie still adjusting to the Tianyuan World, he had long mastered the art of switching between two worlds—including handling differences in diet.

After lunch, Wu Yuan hailed a cab straight to Shanghai’s financial district.

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He knew of a local online brokerage with ties to an American firm, allowing Longxia citizens to indirectly invest in U.S. stocks.

This was crucial for his plans, and the perfect destination for his newly acquired funds.