I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 921: Returning to the Garden

Chapter 921: Returning to the Garden

Noon.

In a business club that hadn’t yet opened for the day,

Liao Xiangdong looked at the bank card on the table and calmly said, "Take it back."

"Brother Liao, this isn’t for you, but for the brothers who sacrificed."

Although they hadn’t actually been of much help, the risks they had taken couldn’t be erased.

Moreover, several lives had been forever left in Funing.

"We can’t just have Brother Liao pay for both the labor and the expenses; there’s no such logic in the world."

Jiang Chen said, "Brother Liao, if you take the money, I’ll feel better too."

Liao Xiangdong looked down at the bank card and, in the end, didn’t push it away again.

"Did you send Bai Haoran to Haojiang?"

"Mhm."

Jiang Chen asked with a smile, "Brother Liao, what do you think of him?"

It was not an indifferent matter.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Jiang Chen knew he was no longer an ordinary person, or rather, could be considered an "upper-class person" in the eyes of the general populace.

So, for those who had sacrificed, it was sufficient to show basic care; it was impossible to be too sentimental.

"He has potential."

Liao Xiangdong briefly stated.

"Brother Liao, if he can’t manage, I hope you’ll be able to look out for him."

"I can’t promise you that. You know I’m busy."

This man, like Pei Yunxi, who also came from a small city, cracked a rare joke.

Jiang Chen chuckled.

Indeed.

Geng Long had died in Haojiang.

Consequently, the territory he controlled in the south became a leaderless void.

The South neighbored East Sea.

Even without "ambition," such a rare opportunity couldn’t be missed.

After paying his respects to Geng Long, Jiang Chen went to CX Entertainment.

Although he had many roles now and owned several companies in his name, he wasn’t actually very busy.

For instance, Tianci Capital hardly needed his attention, and CX Entertainment was the same; even if he were a hands-off manager, it would still operate steadily—they had signed quite a few newcomers recently.

"Alright, I won’t look at these. I have no experience in the entertainment industry, and I don’t understand it. You’re a veteran in this field, so you’ll make your own decisions."

Hearing this, Cui Heng, who rarely saw the other party and held a pile of plans for reporting, felt fully trusted yet somewhat helpless.

The two bosses above him,

one was practically never seen, seemingly there in name only,

the other, a bit more involved, was elusive as well.

But fortunately, both bosses were powerful.

Indeed.

Professional matters should be left to the professionals.

What was feared most was the novice directing the expert.

Cui Heng could only comfort himself this way.

Tossing those planning documents aside, Jiang Chen sat down in the boss’s chair, "By the way, what is Jin Zhuxuan doing now?"

He could ignore the new signees, but he couldn’t completely disregard that Korean beauty he personally brought back.

Hearing the boss finally inquiring about business, Cui Heng, a veteran agent in the industry, immediately became serious and reported solemnly, "Currently, Miss Jin is participating in a reality show, the Blue Channel’s ’Returning to the Garden.’"

’Returning to the Garden.’

Jiang Chen had heard of the show.

A very popular program in the country, one season a year, it seemed to have been running for five or six years now.

As the name suggested, they invited celebrities to experience rural life.

Speaking of the most formidable TV network in the country, CCTV might have to step aside, with Mango TV likely taking the lead.

After Mango TV, Blue Channel would be next in line.

Getting Jin Zhuxuan such a high-profile show demonstrated Cui Heng’s abilities, but of course, Jin Zhuxuan’s own popularity was also a crucial factor.

Although she was Korean, Jin Zhuxuan’s naturally celebrity-like face had broken through national boundaries.

On various online platforms in the country, reports about her and comments by those fascinated by her beauty appeared from time to time.

"Is she adapting well?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

The last time he visited Jin Zhuxuan, she was learning tea ceremony and calligraphy with Xia Wanqing, and he wondered how well she was doing now.

Cui Heng hesitated, as if there was something difficult to say.

"What’s wrong?"

Jiang Chen noticed his unusual demeanor.

Cui Heng showed a slight expression of guilt, looking down a little, "General Jiang, I’m sorry, but Miss Jin had an accident while recording the show."

An accident?

Jiang Chen’s brows slightly furrowed, but he wasn’t too worried.

If it were a serious matter, Cui Heng, who had fought his way through the entertainment industry, wouldn’t have been foolish enough to wait for him to come to the office to inform him.

"What happened?"

Jiang Chen asked, unrushed.

"In the show, they arranged for the guests to fish by a pond, and Miss Jin slipped and fell into the pond."

Reality shows were staffed with numerous crew members; it wasn’t as simple as a few celebrities the audience saw on the TV screen.

Having fallen into the pond, there surely would have been a rescue.

"And then?"

Cui Heng pressed on with difficulty, "Miss Jin caught a cold because of this and has been sick for two days."

From the sound of things, it didn’t seem like a major issue. In Korea’s entertainment industry, like in the domestic one, an artist’s status wasn’t exalted, and Jin Zhuxuan wasn’t like those coddled stars who made a huge fuss about minor injuries. Jiang Chen wasn’t unreasonable; as a star, certain sacrifices came with the job.

Like those actors of the past who for the sake of a good performance, saw bleeding and injury as part and parcel of the role.

Catching a cold wasn’t worth making a fuss, but since Cui Heng specifically mentioned it, there must be more to it than it seemed.