He chased all the way home before Tang Ye finally caught up with Tang Xiaomin.
"Xiaomin, brother was wrong, brother will give you the card, don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Tang Ye's sincere apology was met only by Tang Xiaomin throwing his jacket back at him, and with a mocking tone, she coldly said.
"Liar!"
She didn't even glance at Tang Ye again, returned to her room upstairs, and slammed the door shut.
Tang Ye's world shattered as if an 8.0 magnitude earthquake had struck. He stood there, unsure of what to do.
Wang Na, eating fruit nearby, said with schadenfreude, "Oh, you made your sister angry. Do you want me to teach you how to make girls happy?"
"You'd better take care of yourself. Don't meddle in our business."
"Tch, offering good intentions and getting treated like a donkey's lungs. I don't want to teach you anyway."
Just then, Zhang Meiyu walked over.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"Auntie, Tang Ye has made Xiaomin angry again."
Zhang Meiyu's face immediately turned cold.
"Tang Ye, how can you be a brother? Go and apologize to Xiaomin quickly. Lower your attitude and listen to me, understand?"
His sister hit him, his mother blamed him, and even Wang Na could mock him. Tang Ye's status in the family continued to plummet.
He nodded helplessly, "Okay, I understand."
"Then why aren't you hurrying to apologize? What are you dawdling for?"
...
Tang Ye went upstairs and knocked on Tang Xiaomin's door.
"Xiaomin, starting a company was a decision I made after careful consideration. I hope you can understand and support me."
"I really need money right now, and I'm sorry for upsetting you by asking for it. But don't worry, you will be the largest shareholder of the company from now on, and I won't let you suffer any losses."
"Xiaomin, can you hear me?"
...
No matter what Tang Ye said or what conditions he offered, he received no response.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have mentioned money to her even if he were beaten to death. But now that it was said and the card had been thrown back at him, it was all too late.
Three days later, Tang Ye registered Huana Media Company and announced on his Weibo that he was leaving his original agency and going solo.
Instantly, Tang Ye's fans erupted. On one hand, they celebrated their idol's freedom from agency constraints, and on the other, they sent their blessings and support.
After paying a large breach of contract penalty to the original agency and covering the costs of starting the company, Tang Ye's savings from the past half-year were completely depleted.
This time, he was truly impoverished.
The first thing he did upon returning home was to hand over the equity certificate to Tang Xiaomin.
"Xiaomin, this is the equity certificate for Huana Media Company. Take a look."
Tang Xiaomin aimlessly fiddled with the remote, not even glancing at the equity certificate.
"You took over ten million yuan, and now you've come back with a piece of waste paper. What's the use?"
He knew she would have this attitude, but this was all he could do at the moment.
"Xiaomin, don't be so pessimistic. Maybe Huana can bring you more money in the future."
"Heh... save it. My teeth hurt, I can't eat your empty promises."
Tang Ye, with a hint of roguish charm, proactively poured Tang Xiaomin a glass of water.
"Don't say that. You're a major shareholder of Huana now, so we're in the same boat. If I do well, you'll be the one who benefits the most."
Do well? Tang Xiaomin almost burst out laughing.
Tang Ye, aside from singing, dancing, and acting... was completely incompetent when it came to managing a company.
"Then let me ask you, how do you plan to develop the company next?"
What Tang Ye said next nearly drove Tang Xiaomin to death.
"Do you remember Sheng Mo? He's being blacklisted online, and his agency just terminated his contract. So, I signed him as my first artist."
"Pfft..."
Tang Xiaomin spat out the water she was drinking.
"What did you say? Don't scare me!"
"With conditions like that, you still dared to sign him? Are you out of your mind?"
"Xiaomin, after all, Sheng Mo debuted after formal training. He possesses both talent and looks. The reason he's being attacked now is entirely because of that song."
"I don't know which unscrupulous creator wrote such a song for him. As long as Sheng Mo makes a spectacular comeback, I feel his future is bright."
As Tang Ye envisioned a beautiful future, he also noticed Tang Xiaomin's increasingly pale face.
"Xiaomin, what's wrong? Why does your face look so bad?"
How could Tang Ye possibly know that the unscrupulous creator he was complaining about was standing right in front of him?
Recalling that song, and Sheng Mo who was blacklisted to the point of being as dark as coal, Tang Xiaomin suddenly felt that Tang Ye signing Sheng Mo wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"Uh... nothing. Keep up the good work."
Why had her attitude suddenly changed, and why had she suddenly changed her tune?
Tang Ye suspected, then suddenly realized that this was the outcome he had wanted, so he didn't press further.
"The company was just established today, and I've booked a table at a hotel. Xiaomin, you're a shareholder, come with me."
"I won't get involved in your company matters. You go yourself," Tang Xiaomin refused decisively.
The affairs of Xianfu Group were already enough to keep her busy; where would she find the time to manage Tang Ye's small company?
...
Meanwhile, in the Underworld.
A man gazed at the crimson long sword in his hand, lost in thought.
Who would have imagined that such a long sword, seemingly suited for a man, actually belonged to a woman?
"Lu Xing, tell me, what would the picture be like if a woman were to wield this long sword?"
A woman?
Lu Xing immediately thought of the mysterious supreme leader. Only someone with her imposing aura could truly control this bloodthirsty sword that exuded an aura of death.
Even Lu Xing, who had been by Yan Jue's side for years, rarely saw him use this long sword.
"Director Yan, I haven't seen it, so I cannot describe it."
"Actually, neither have I."
Then why was he asking? Wasn't he just playing a trick on him?
...
Yan Jue put away the long sword and turned to business.
"How is the progress on the high-speed road construction on the ten halls of Yama's territory that I assigned you to?"
As the saying goes, to get rich, you must first build roads.
However, directly building roads on someone else's territory would naturally cause resentment, and even resistance.
It was like how people in remote areas wouldn't appreciate free road construction, fearing it would encroach on their small plots of land and that they would suffer losses.
"Director Yan, they all refused."
Yan Jue had already anticipated this.
"Then tell me, who resisted the most fiercely?"
"It's King Qin, Qin Yu. Due to the terrain, the road can only pass through his palace. Naturally, he refused, and therefore resisted most fiercely, refusing to yield under any circumstances."
"The other few also had various reasons and refused to compromise."
A cold sneer flashed in Yan Jue's eyes.
"Hmph, they're just stubbornly resisting. If Qin Yu is unwilling, then I will personally intervene to make an example of him."