Chapter 240: Qiuqiu's Diary |
If they were going back, they needed to wrap things up.
Gu Ruoyan’s previous suggestion made a lot of sense. Chu Ge made a call to Old Zhu, expressing his willingness to collaborate on starting an animation studio…
Old Zhu was quite surprised, “I was just considering bringing this up with you, and you already have this idea. Impressive.”
Chu Ge cleared his throat, “Why can’t I have a business sense?”
Old Zhu laughed and said, “If you hadn’t contacted me, I was planning to approach you. I want to find something productive for Mengmeng to do, and I thought cooperating with your wife would be a good fit.”
Chu Ge asked curiously, “Isn’t Mengmeng running a teahouse? Why does she have free time?”
“The teahouse just needs employees to sell tea; she occasionally drops by to oversee things. There’s no point in her drinking tea at the teahouse every day when she’s well-fed. Also, do you know that the teahouse’s main source of income isn’t individual tea buyers? They contribute a small part of the overall revenue.”
Chu Ge was puzzled, “Then what is it?”
“Group purchases from companies and organizations, long-term corporate tea supplies. That’s where the real money is. And… supplying some ‘high-end goods’ for certain leaders.”
“I’ve already set up connections for these things. Why would Mengmeng need to bother with them? She used to have so much free time, and she’d go out and flirt with young guys. But now, she doesn’t do that anymore; she’s practically growing mold…”
Chu Ge: “… I see. Having Mengmeng and Qiuqiu collaborate does seem like a good idea.”
At least Zhu Mengmeng understood some company operations and could read financial statements. Qiu Wuji would handle the specific business, and the two best friends got along well, so they should be quite compatible. Otherwise, they would have to hire someone to manage the studio, which wouldn’t be as good as having Zhu Mengmeng.
“As for the acquisition, don’t worry about it; I’ll take care of it. It should be relatively quick, and having a backdoor is always convenient…” Old Zhu had a meaningful tone.
“Um, how much do I need to invest? My royalty payment hasn’t come in yet, so I can’t put in too much for now…”
“In terms of investment, the studio itself isn’t worth much, but it does come with some intellectual property rights and cooperation contracts that have some value. In the end, it should be around 1.5 to 1.6 million. You can invest 60%, be the major shareholder, and I’ll be the second shareholder, supporting you. We can talk about the money later; I’ll front it.”
Chu Ge: “… Is that okay?”
“You underestimate me with this small amount of money? I even considered giving you a house before; isn’t that more valuable?” Old Zhu pretended to be angry, “Go away, you’re making me mad.”
Actually, Old Zhu only revealed half of his intentions. He intended to use this opportunity to deepen his connection with Chu Ge.
Chu Ge’s strength and his somewhat concealed background couldn’t escape the eyes of those in the know during this event.
Not to mention those in the know, even Xie Wenyuan, who had little connection with Chu Ge, said some cryptic words during the afternoon contract signing meeting: “Mr. Chu surprised me… Well, I hope for a pleasant cooperation.”
Chu Ge didn’t dwell on what Xie Wenyuan might be hiding in his words. He figured Gu Ruoyan’s involvement had alerted these old foxes to something.
He simply extended his hand for a handshake, saying, “Pleasant cooperation.”
Xie Wenyuan asked, “Will you start the comic project after returning?”
“Yes, we’ll submit the draft within three days. Do we need someone to review it?”
Xie Wenyuan smiled, “No need. You have full authority. Coordinate with your company’s animation department for publication… We will handle the marketing and promotion.”
Chu Ge chuckled, “Are you that confident in me? Why does this sound like ‘you just do the work, I’ll cover the expenses’?”
“I just have a feeling that you’re more committed to this than I am. I’m swamped with other matters, and trusting my department to oversee it doesn’t seem as reliable as trusting you.”
“Haha, Mr. Xie, you’re very generous.”
Xie Wenyuan smiled faintly, “My intuition says there will be more opportunities for cooperation with Mr. Chu in the future.”
“Well, when it comes to starting film and television projects, we’ll cooperate again.”
“Perhaps.”
With the contract signed and Old Zhu helping with the acquisition of the studio, Chu Ge’s trip to Shanghai came to a complete end. He booked an evening flight back home.
Having fulfilled his purpose, it was time to return.
His trip to Shanghai had only lasted two days.
Originally planned for three days or more, he had only stored drafts for two and a half days. He brought the notebook with plans to catch up on half a day’s worth of work, but it remained unused and was brought back home as is.
Although the trip was short, it marked a crucial turning point in Chu Ge’s life. He had officially connected with a company in the film and television culture industry, and he was now working hard to adapt his various copyrights.
Qiuqiu had begun preparing to personally present her world to this world.
It was the first time he had killed someone, even though he hadn’t done it himself… but giving the order felt like opening Pandora’s Box…
The first time he realized he was like a hedonist now. Ordering murder, receiving manual stimulation from the softest hands…tsk.
Even Mi Xiaolin’s group got solved in three days. According to his previous understanding, it was a formidable group, and even figures like Iron Anvil and others were just subordinates of Du Lianfeng, showing how immense it was. Originally, all the disputes and conflicts among them would take years to resolve, but unexpectedly, they scattered like rats in one night. It was truly beyond his expectations.
The main reason for Qi Chengtai and the others’ betrayal was too dramatic, simplifying a complex matter into a simple struggle for control. Chu Ge wondered if it was just his luck or if the greed of people like Mi Xiaolin would inevitably lead to such results, which erupted once external forces like himself got involved.
But regardless, this matter was far from over.
That group was just the tip of the iceberg, and there was no end in sight. Leaving aside other factors, there were many people in China related to those ‘foreign investors’. Chu Ge didn’t believe Mi Xiaolin was the only one; she was just one of many tentacles.
Future conflicts might not be as fortunate as this one…
However, since this matter had been reported to Gu Ruoyan, he believed the authorities would handle it, and he, just a humble writer, didn’t need to get too involved. It was pointless to dwell on it.
As soon as they returned home, the couple threw themselves into the world of comics. Qiu Wuji began working on character designs for the main characters, while Chu Ge focused on adapting the script for the first volume of the comic.
The couple each had their own workspace, and they worked together. It felt like they were both working on their own crafts side by side, creating a warm and silent atmosphere.
The biggest difference from the past was…
“What are you doing?” Qiu Wuji, in her pajamas, exuded a post-shower fragrance, and she glared at Chu Ge as he slipped into her room. “Your room is next door!”
Chu Ge’s eyes darted around, “Well… I feel like the weather is getting colder.”
Qiu Wuji crossed her arms. “So what?”
“Don’t you think cuddling is warmer than sleeping separately?”
“Get lost!” Qiu Wuji kicked him out with a scowl. Seeing him acting like a clown, she felt both angry and funny.
Why was he so eager to come back?
Well, it was a significant reason. But now he wanted to do the same at home? He was quite audacious.
She knew he was getting more restless now, starting to test the boundaries. Since they had already slept together on their business trip, he probably thought, Why not at home too? We’ve already done it once, right?
Ugh, it’s the same at work and in daily life. Can’t they be kept separate?
But… Qiu Wuji’s face blushed slightly. The feeling of sleeping with him last night was so comfortable and warm… that kind of clingy feeling could make people forget everything. It was so intense that she even got carried away and drifted a milk-carriage into a mountain ditch.
Rewinding time one day, Qiu Wuji couldn’t even imagine that she would do such a thing. She pretended like it was just a small matter, but the embarrassment still lingered in her belly.
Qiu Wuji returned to her computer, opened a document, and solemnly noted down a diary entry:
November 6th, sunny.
Qiu Wuji, oh Qiuqiu, you can’t continue to indulge like this. You haven’t achieved immortality yet, and your comic hasn’t been published. How can you be so immersed in romance during this good time? Giving yourself an excuse to be indulgent, can you just be so reckless?
November 7th, sunny.
When I woke up in the morning, I beat the big bear. He was so weak that he couldn’t resist the beating.
I really want to hug him.
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