Chapter 102 - 102: The Sprite of '82

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``` "Hey, Principal, I've solved the site issue, so you don't need to worry about it anymore!" Fang Jueyu, who had just returned home, quickly shared the news with Wang Cong. "That fast? How big? Where is it?" "Taklamakan Desert, roughly fifty square kilometers. It's more than enough for our phase one construction!" Fang Jueyu replied. "What? The desert? Are you crazy? Can that place really host a film city?" Wang Cong thought Fang Jueyu had gone mad. "I'm not crazy, don't worry. In about a year and a half, we'll have decent land to build on. You don't need to stress about it now. Worry about next year's matters next year!" "Well…" Wang Cong wanted to say something, but considering Fang Jueyu's endless tricks, he kept quiet. Maybe it really was an eerie idea? "Alright, since you're the boss, whatever you say goes!" Wang Cong said helplessly. "By the way, I haven't seen you lately. I'll come over to hang out at your place tomorrow!" "Come on, do you think I don't know what's on your mind? You're just eyeing my chef, aren't you?" "Hehehe, you caught me. I want sushi tomorrow. Can you arrange that?" Wang Cong shamelessly asked. "Sure, since you rarely come over, I've got to feed you well." Fang Jueyu laughed. "After all, I owe you for helping sort out that media company. I should reward you somehow!" "Good to know you have a conscience! Anyway, I'm off for a gallop now!" Wang Cong said. Fang Jueyu heard a woman's voice from the other end of the call and immediately knew he was off to have fun. "Alright, take it easy. Don't come over tomorrow with dark circles and looking a hot mess!" Regarding the publication, professors at Jiangnan University were already actively preparing, and as for the land development, Fang Jueyu simply handed it off to Zhuang Ying, acting as a hands-off manager. "How are you feeling, any better?" Fang Jueyu walked over to the bedside where Guo Xinyu, with her headphones on, was humming to the accompaniment of a song Fang Jueyu gave her. It was soft, but very pleasant. Fang Jueyu pulled out her headphones. "Can't you just take a break today?" "No way, this is our basic daily practice in music. We can't skip even a single day!" Guo Xinyu insisted. "I plan to record this song in a couple of days. I think I've practiced enough!" "Oh? So, our superstar is going to make her official debut!" Fang Jueyu teased. "It's not that easy. There are tons of people with great voices all over Huaxia, and very few actually get famous," Guo Xinyu said. "Often, opportunities and luck play a huge role." "That's for ordinary people. As a woman of Fang Jueyu, I can pluck the stars from the sky for you, becoming a singer is no problem at all," Fang Jueyu declared. Promotion and chart climbing, these money-related issues posed no challenge. "No, I'd rather be recognized for my abilities. What good is buying a crowd of fake fans?" Guo Xinyu said with a White Eye at Fang Jueyu. "I've got an idea! How about we host a singing competition?" Fang Jueyu proposed out of the blue, thinking of those popular shows like 'Huaxia's Got Talent.' He could definitely organize one too! "Is that really necessary?" Guo Xinyu was a bit worried about Fang Jueyu causing some earth-shattering event again. "Well, haven't you still got a decent following on the Bamboo platform? We could start promoting your song from there!" An idea was beginning to take shape in Fang Jueyu's mind. With the flourishing live streaming industry, many events didn't need to be held grandly on variety or entertainment shows—they could easily be done on live streaming platforms. With his and Wang Cong's relationship, it should be easy to arrange a singing competition on the platform. Fang Jueyu was confident that with Guo Xinyu's vocal qualities, her singing skills, and this original song, she would definitely achieve a good rank. Then the popularity of this song would certainly soar, and with steady progress, Guo Xinyu would eventually reach her dream stage. Coincidentally, Principal Wang was visiting the next day, providing the perfect opportunity to discuss this matter! "Don't forget, you're still my contracted artist, so you have to listen to your boss!" Fang Jueyu said playfully, leaning in. "What, are you trying to manipulate me now?" Guo Xinyu retorted defiantly. Fang Jueyu was at a loss for words; that accusation actually held a tiny bit of truth… "Cluck, cluck, cluck…" A string of light, bell-like laughter echoed in the room. It was Wang Cong's second visit to Fang Jueyu's house, and he now knew the way well. After resting a full day, Guo Xinyu could barely get out of bed, though her walking was still a bit awkward. "You… you guys…" Wang Cong, surprised to see Guo Xinyu there, soon broke into a sly smile. "Old Fang, impressive! You settled things so quickly, you're quite something!" Being a seasoned player, Wang Cong noticed some hints despite Guo Xinyu trying to walk normally. Plus, he had arrived shortly after 8, meaning she had likely stayed the night, which said it all. "Stop with the dirty talk!" Fang Jueyu knew Guo Xinyu had thin skin and quickly interrupted Wang Cong. "Hehehe, long time no see, Xinyu!" Wang Cong then straightened up somewhat seriously. "Principal, long time no see." Acting like the lady of the house, Guo Xinyu said, "You two chat first, I'll get you something to drink. What do you guys want?" "Make me a happy couch potato drink!" Fang Jueyu still preferred milk tea and kept various brands and flavors of milk tea powder at home. "What about you, Principal?" "Got any 1982 Sprite?" Wang Cong joked. Before Guo Xinyu could retort, Fang Jueyu burst out laughing. Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Funny you should ask, I actually do!" Last time when sorting the villa, Fang Jueyu found a box in the study. He thought it held antiques or paintings, but upon opening it, it turned out to be a big box of drinks! Sprite, Coke, Fanta, with production dates ranging from 1965 to 1995. He even wondered if his ancestors were time travelers who created this meme. "Hahaha, just kidding, I'll have some mango juice!" Wang Cong didn't doubt Fang Jueyu could produce a 1982 Sprite, as the kid could accomplish anything. "By the way, Old Wang, there's something I want to discuss!" Fang Jueyu started on a serious note. "Xinyu has always wanted to be a singer, so I want to help her by hosting a singing competition for streamers on your platform. What do you think?" "You've got to be kidding me, brother. With your resources, you could make even a pig famous!" "It's different! Xinyu wants to rely on her talents, not my money." Fang Jueyu explained. "I plan to start with the online audience so more people can hear her sing." "That's a good idea. I think the hosts would be eager to participate." Wang Cong pondered. It wasn't a bad idea, and it could bring plenty of traffic to his platform. "I'll cover all the sponsorship. You just need to have someone organize the competition, keep everything transparent and open, okay?" "Piece of cake, I'll have it wrapped up within two weeks!" Wang Cong was more than capable of handling such a minor task. "Thanks a bunch!" "What're you thanking me for? But about our last bet…" Wang Cong still had not fulfilled their wager of singing "Conquer" in women's clothing. "That's a separate matter!" "Bro!" … ```

Chapter 102 - 102: The Sprite of '82

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