Ye Tong paused in her steps.
"Yeah," Su Lan’s eyes also brightened. She turned to Ye Shaohua with a smile, "Do you know about Fenghai Group?"
Su Lan’s two children were both extraordinary.
Let’s not mention Ye Li; Ye Tong, although not fond of fighting and killing, had inherited the Su Family’s business acumen. At just twenty-five, she managed to run Fenghai Group impressively.
Ye Li usually served in the military, and Su Lan scarcely saw him once a month. Compared to him, she spent much more time with Ye Tong.
As for Ye Tong’s current achievements, Su Lan was completely satisfied and naturally doted on her greatly.
"I know, it’s a top three hundred enterprise in the country," Ye Shaohua could sense the hint of pride in Su Lan’s tone, "Quite impressive."
Hearing the last three words from Ye Shaohua, Su Lan indeed smiled.
"This... might be a bit difficult," Ye Tong took a deep breath, pressing her temples, "Grandpa, aside from the huge penalty for her contract breach, our company is also currently promoting a newcomer..."
The old man had spent most of his life in military rigor and wasn’t familiar with these complicated matters.
"Dad, Tongtong’s company really is in a tough spot right now, and the penalty for an artist’s contract breach is substantial," Su Lan immediately stood up to intervene upon hearing Ye Tong’s words, "I know Shaohua is good, but we shouldn’t waste money like this..."
"Su Lan!" Old Master Ye narrowed his eyes.
Su Lan suddenly realized something, glanced at Ye Shaohua, who was idly playing with a teacup without any change in expression, and then she sighed with relief.
"I’ll ask my brother about it tomorrow, see if their company needs..."
"Mom, don’t say anymore," Ye Li, who was looking at his phone, frowned when he heard this, "Are you sure my second sister needs your protection?"
He showed her his phone, pointing to the top trend on Weibo’s hot search list.
The number one hot search was a simple five words—
Ye Shaohua updated Weibo.
Second place—
Missing People Return.
Third place—
Ye Shaohua’s ME Selfie.
Su Lan opened her mouth, speechless.
The old man and Ye Feng, who seldom dabbled in things like Weibo and usually stayed traditional, now curiously leaned over to check out Ye Li’s Weibo.
"Shaohua is actually this famous?" The old man asked Ye Li to switch to Ye Shaohua’s Weibo homepage.
Her homepage showed a Weibo post she made an hour ago: Escaped from death.
The picture was a selfie with M Country’s ME Building lit up by flames in the background.
In just one hour, it had garnered a hundred thousand comments.
Ye Shaohua just gave her a steady look and then smiled, "No need. My breach of contract fee is quite high."
One point five billion. Fenghai Group couldn’t afford such liquidity.
Ye Tong thought Ye Shaohua was making excuses and did not persist.
"Tongtong, have a glass of milk before you sleep. It helps," Su Lan prepared a warm cup of milk downstairs, "You’ve had a long day. This temperature is perfect, not too hot."
Ye Shaohua smiled and headed straight for her own room.
Meanwhile, Ye Li leaned against the window in his room.
His gaze lowered as he smoked, lost in thought.
At the sight of Ye Shaohua approaching, he hastily extinguished his cigarette, "Do you... do you drink milk?!"
Ten minutes later, Ye Li came in with a warm glass of milk.
After finishing the milk, Ye Shaohua found herself unable to sleep.
She opened her phone to find Sister Jiang had sent her a document.
Your Ancestors: ?
Sister Jiang: The garbage script that Chen Xumin, that big idiot, said was for compensation? I didn’t even look at it. Here’s a script I got from another director. Heard that you were picking scripts, and they all rushed to send them to you. Take your time choosing. In a couple of days, I’ll smash these scripts onto Men Shanshan’s face, show those two idiots what they’re missing.
With an artist like you, who has good looks, talkability, and acting skills—who wouldn’t hold you high? Sister Jiang scoffed.
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