Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 269 - 91: Business! Arrogance! (Part 4)

Organizing a concert might seem interesting, but it's actually extremely tedious.

Of course.

If it's a top-star concert, the ticket sales alone can make a fortune, but such high-profile concerts are never outsourced.

"Three million in two days." Shen Xiuting calculated with her fingers:

"Even if you rest for ten days in a month, you can still run ten shows, which is thirty million, and in a year that's several hundred million."

"The celebrity business is really profitable!"

"It's not that exaggerated." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Stars can't always be doing shows; having a dozen in a year is about right. Plus, the bulk has to go to the agency first, then what's left is for employee wages, and the rest is split among the group members, which isn't that much."

Of course.

Stars have other income sources, like the BY group, in these few hot years, making several million or even over ten million a year is easy.

Far beyond ordinary people.

"I see..."

Qin Shuman sighed:

"Everything is business; it's all about money."

"Yeah." Fang Zheng chuckled lightly:

"Just like us."

"When stars dine at the hotel, we pay. At that time, to meet and talk to them, we even have to shell out ten grand to smooth things over."

Some hotels do offer treats, getting the stars to leave a photo for promotional purposes, advertising that so-and-so star had been here.

Accommodation,

is the same.

A certain star stayed here, not only did the lodging cost nothing, but they even got paid for it.

Qin Shuman's eyes glazed over, and her heart sank. Even the joy of soon meeting her idol was dampened.

Meeting idols,

in her mind, it was something extremely pure.

Not to be tarnished!

But now...

Spending money, spending money, and more spending money!

Those youths on TV screens, full of youth, sunshine, and disdain for money and power, turn out to be just tools for others to make money.

"Don't be like that."

Shen Xiuting gently patted the back of her hand:

"Brothers need to eat too."

"Brothers?" Fang Zheng was taken aback:

"They don't seem that old."

"About our age." Shen Xiuting's face turned a bit red, explaining:

"But when we were in high school, they had already debuted. By the time we graduated, they had been in society for several years."

"Alright." Fang Zheng shook his head.

......

Stopped the car.

Tian Liang opened the car door, leading the three people out.

"Oh?"

The figure in front of the door made him look surprised, then he shook his head and ignored it, bowing to lead the way:

"Boss, they are dining upstairs."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng looked up and started walking.

At that moment.

"Thud!"

With a muffled sound, a person heavily kneeled to the ground:

"Boss Fang, please take me as your disciple!"

"Huh?"

"Hmm?"

The two women were taken aback.

Fang Zheng also looked down, eyes filled with doubt:

"You are…"

"Boss." Tian Liang stepped forward, speaking softly:

"He's called Zhang Yong, the one who tried to attack you with a knife in Yunhai a few days ago. He just got out of the hospital today, and now he dares to wish to be apprenticed?"

He snorted disdainfully.

Apprentice?

You wish!

What kind of skills does our boss have?

He's a legendary figure whose words shape reality. I've been following him for a long time, serving diligently, and even I only learned a few moves of Heart Intent Fist.

You think you can be his apprentice?

Even I'm not qualified!

Zhang Yong seemed not fully recovered; his body tilted to the right, left leg slightly bent, and his hands supporting his body were trembling incessantly.

Fang Zheng understood, striding forward, not intending to pay attention: 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Let's go!"

"Yes." Tian Liang responded, kicking forcefully:

"Get lost!"

"Bang!"

That kick landed straight on Zhang Yong, sending him flying several meters, crashing into a wall, and collapsing, which also settled the grudge from that punch the other day.

"Ladies."

Turning around, Tian Liang bowed respectfully:

"Please, this way."

The two women turned pale, their bodies instinctively tensing, and they quietly exchanged a glance.

'Sister Shuman, what exactly does your brother-in-law do?'

'I'm not sure either. He seemed to perform after graduating from art school, then went into the ceramics business, haven't heard of him doing anything else?'

'Cousin's family doesn't like gangsters...'

In a flash, they exchanged glances, and their expressions became somewhat odd, their demeanor in front of Fang Zheng growing cautious.

They went upstairs.

Xia Hong, dressed in red, was already waiting.

"Qin Shuman!"

She replied with a smile:

"Boss Fang thinks about your sister a lot, no matter how many women throw themselves at him, he's uninterested. I've always wanted to know what her sister would be like."

"Seeing you today, I find you truly lovable and pitiful."

"This girl must be Shen Xiuting; birds of a feather flock together, no wonder she can be friends with Shuman, equally beautiful and charming."

"Her surname is Xia." Fang Zheng spoke up:

"You can call her Sister Xia, she's the one organizing the concert."

"Sister Xia."

"Hello, Sister Xia, sorry for the trouble."

The two women greeted in succession.

With the other party showing goodwill, the three women quickly bonded, unbeknownst to the two that in their hearts, Xia Hong seemed like the big sister from TV.

One of those kind on the outside, but cruel on the inside.

"This way."

Xia Hong gestured and said while walking:

"Southern Dynasty people have a lot of rules and don't respect women much; personally, I think they're impolite."

"When you meet them later, just take a picture and say a few words; too much interaction might ruin your beautiful fantasy of the idols."

Speaking.

She stopped at a private room and knocked on the door.

"Squeak..."

The door opened, and two middle-aged men walked out.

One man was slightly overweight. Upon seeing Xia Hong, his eyes lit up before frowning at the crowd.

The other, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, nodded to Xia Hong:

"Manager Xia, you're here."

"Brother Qian." Xia Hong gestured to Fang Zheng and the others:

"These are the three friends I mentioned. They wish to meet the BY group, say a few words, and if possible, take a group photo."

"No!" Before Brother Qian could speak, the slightly overweight man shook his head:

"사람이너무많아서안돼요!"

?

"Brother Qian." Although Xia Hong couldn't understand, she noticed his displeasure and frowned:

"What did he say?"

"Manager Xia." Brother Qian rubbed his hands and said:

"You're putting me in a tough spot; if it were just one or two people, it'd be alright, but bringing so many has upset them."

"What do you mean?" Xia Hong's expression changed:

"The room is big enough, what's a few more people? We're not staying long, just speaking a few words and leaving."

Brother Qian glanced at the slightly overweight man.

They whispered to each other.

After a moment.

Brother Qian turned back, spreading his hands:

"Manager Xia, I'm terribly sorry, they refuse."

"..." Xia Hong's muscles tightened, eyes revealing anger, she took a deep breath and said:

"Fine!"

"I won't go in; let my friends go, alright?"

"One minute!"

"One minute and they'll be out, won't disturb at all!"

"No way." Brother Qian shook his head still:

"Had you wanted only them to enter initially, it might've been okay, but bringing so many now has upset our Southern Dynasty friends."

"So..."

"None of you may enter."

"However."

His gaze landed on Xia Hong, eyes burning:

"If Manager Xia is willing to stay for a while, it's negotiable."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish, a fist had landed on his face, immense force causing blood to spurt from his nose as he staggered to the ground.

A shadow dashed into the crowd, kicking Brother Qian several times, then grabbed the slightly overweight man's hair, slamming his head towards the door.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed.

The slightly overweight man lay on the ground, wailing.

"Boss Fang."

Without notice, Zhang Yong had joined, stopping his actions, head lowered:

"Please enter."

Fang Zheng looked at him, expressionless.

Only after a pause did he slowly nod:

"Thank you."

"Of course, of course." Just those two words thrilled Zhang Yong, nodding frantically:

"To do anything for Boss Fang..."

"I would do anything!"

Behind them.

Tian Liang's face was grim, hands clenching, glaring at Zhang Yong hatefully.

Sycophant!

Zhang Yong returned the gaze with a smile.

Who told you not to seize the opportunity.