Haiyin Entertainment.

  The folks in the composition department had been a bit puzzled tely. Lin Wanqing, who usually didn’t show up even once a month, had been dropping by frequently.

  At first, everyone assumed she was there to commission songs and didn’t think much of it.

  But then something felt off. The top composers weren’t even around—so who was she here to commission?

  Could she be looking to work with them? At that thought, people started puffing out their chests, hoping to catch her eye.

  If she picked one of their songs, they’d hit the jackpot.

  Only Xu Nuo remained unfazed, sitting quietly in the corner. He’d already given her two songs—writing more would basically make him her personal composer.

  She wasn’t his wife; he had no interest in that.

  So he leisurely went about his own business.

  Yang Haonan’s promotional proposal was decent but a bit too ordinary—nothing that’d go viral.

  The success of Daocheng had whetted the appetites of other cultural and tourism bureaus. A run-of-the-mill pn like this wouldn’t satisfy them.

  And if that happened, forget about nding follow-up gigs.

  Xu Nuo was tweaking the proposal when his vision darkened slightly. Looking up, he saw Lin Wanqing staring at him with interest.

  He touched his face, puzzled. “What’s up? Is there something on my face?”

  “Yeah, some scum.”

  “What scum?” Xu Nuo checked his reflection on his phone. “There’s nothing there.”

  “Oh, my mistake.” Lin Wanqing turned and walked off.

  “???” Xu Nuo scratched his head, thinking this woman was acting weird. What was she doing wandering around aimlessly?

  Being a celebrity must be nice—no one cares if you sck off.

  Lin Wanqing roamed the office, noting a few people Xu Nuo might be interested in. There weren’t many.

  She sat down next to Zhao Yuan. “Xiao Yuan, any new hires in the composition department tely?”

  “New hires? Nope.” Zhao Yuan shook her head.

  Lin Wanqing faltered. “How could there be no new hires?”

  “Huh? We really haven’t recruited anyone recently,” Zhao Yuan said, confused. “Our hiring standards are pretty high.”

  “Ahem.” Lin Wanqing coughed, her eyes flicking toward Xu Nuo.

  “Ohhh, Xu Nuo, right? If you’ve got questions, Sister Lin, you can just ask me directly.”

  “…” Lin Wanqing rubbed her forehead, wondering how President Qin had hired such a dense girl.

  “How’s he doing?”

  “He’s doing great.”

  “Gets along well with colleagues?” Lin Wanqing gnced at a few of the girls, hinting at something.

  Zhao Yuan thought for a moment. “He mostly keeps to himself at work, doesn’t chat much.”

  Lin Wanqing was surprised. “Not even with those pretty girls?”

  Zhao Yuan gave her a knowing look. “Some people try talking to him, but it never goes anywhere.”

  She gnced around, then lowered her voice. “Sister Lin, you interested too?”

  Lin Wanqing’s face flushed. “What are you bbbering about?! I’m just checking on his performance since I recommended him.”

  “Ohhh, I get it, Sister Lin. I’ll keep an eye on him for you.” She even winked.

  “You!” Lin Wanqing’s face turned redder. Unable to argue with this oblivious girl, she fled the scene.

  Once she was gone, someone sneaked over to Zhao Yuan to dig for info.

  “Xiao Yuan, here’s the milk tea I ordered for you. So, uh, what’s with Lin Wanqing hanging around here tely?”

  “No big deal. Her new song’s about to drop, so she’s checking things out.”

  “That’s it?”

  “That’s it.”

  The guy clearly didn’t buy it but couldn’t pry anything useful out of her.

  None of this had much to do with Xu Nuo, who was busy refining Yang Haonan’s proposals.

  The company had taken on three pnning projects recently. For the Sichuan-Chongqing region’s tourism campaign, Xu Nuo suggested creating a viral “internet-famous tourism bureau chief”—success would depend on whether the chief could swallow their pride.

  For the Yunnan-Guizhou region, he proposed a “Vilge BA” concept, blending ethnic culture with sports for emotional resonance. It’d require significant manpower and resources, though, so they might not go for it.

  Bingcheng’s campaign was trickier—not because it was hard to pn, but because the timing was off. Mid-summer wasn’t ideal for promotion. Xu Nuo pitched a “people-pleasing city vibe” theme.

  When Yang Haonan saw the revised proposals, he was floored. “This is insane—way too bold. Isn’t it a bit reckless?”

  Xu Nuo shrugged, leaning back on the sofa. “Why do you think these tourism bureaus hired you for this?”

  “Because they can’t do it themselves,” Yang Haonan scoffed.

  “Your original pns were solid but missing the core spark,” Xu Nuo said, tapping the proposal. “Too safe, too predictable.”

  “Don’t official projects need to be conservative?” Yang Haonan muttered.

  Xu Nuo wagged a finger. “No, no, no. Times have changed. Here’s the deal—in this era, what we’re aiming for is: ‘Watch this—I’ll steal your jaw-drop in three seconds ft.’”

  Yang Haonan froze, then repeated it. “Steal your jaw-drop in three seconds.”

  His eyes gradually lit up. “I get it now. That Daocheng pn worked the same way—grabbing attention right off the bat with the voiceover.”

  “See the point?”

  “Got it.” Yang Haonan eagerly flipped through the pns, meticulously checking for fws and spotting plenty to fix.

  “I’ll send these off tomorrow.” Pyboy Yang Haonan dragged him into revisions until 2 a.m.

  Xu Nuo was exhausted, but Yang Haonan was still buzzing with energy.

  “Brother Haonan, let me off the hook—I’m dying here,” Xu Nuo yawned, eyes drooping.

  “Almost done, almost done.” Yang Haonan didn’t even look up, scribbling away. “Here, one st check.”

  “No more, I can’t,” Xu Nuo said, tears welling up. “You’re the boss—you won’t need me to review stuff soon.”

  “Fine.” Yang Haonan smacked his lips and let him go.

  The next day after work, Yang Haonan called, his voice brimming with excitement. “Xu Nuo, great news!”

  Xu Nuo yawned. “The pns got approved?”

  “Yup—all three! Unreal!”

  “Eh, not bad,” Xu Nuo said casually. These were battle-tested ideas from Earth, each worth billions in impact.

  “Get ready—I wrote a script. Start hiring, we’re shooting soon.”

  Yang Haonan blinked. “A TV series? We don’t have that kind of skill.”

  “No, a short drama, for online ptforms.”

  “We can pull that off?”

  “What’s there to fear? Just read the script.”

  When Yang Haonan saw the file name, he nearly lost it. “Dragon King Son-in-Law? What the hell is that?”

  Trusting Xu Nuo, he opened it. After reading the first paragraph, he was a mess in the wind.

  “You sure this’ll work?”

  “Just try it.”

  “Sometimes I seriously question your sanity. You can write something like The Wind Rises and then churn out Dragon King Son-in-Law too.”

  (End of Chapter)