Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 537 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (16)

Seeing Yan Zhen's firm stance and lack of reservation, one of the middle-aged women could only turn her gaze to Yan Jing.

What seemed like advice was actually a threat: "Xiaojing, I know you're an ambitious child who wants to develop a good career in the entertainment industry. But let's be honest, the entertainment industry is a small world. Everyone in the industry knows each other. Leave room for maneuver in your actions so you can meet again in the future. Without any works and popularity, don't narrow your future path."

Yan Zhen glanced coldly at the woman and asked Yan Jing, "Who is she?"

Yan Jing immediately said, "He's the boss of the agency."

What's the company's name?

"Xinyue Media".

Yan Zhen gave his bodyguard a wink.

Within half a minute, the bodyguard delivered the information about Xinyue Media that he had found on his phone to Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen glanced at it briefly. It was a small company with few artists and limited resources. In recent years, it had caused a lot of scandals in its efforts to get ahead, and it had even been warned by relevant departments some time ago.

"Acquire this company," Yan Zhen instructed his bodyguard. "Give it to Xiao Jing to play with."

Everyone: "..."

Yan Jing jumped for joy: "Thank you, Auntie!"

After Yan Zhen finished speaking, she left two bodyguards to supervise the people drinking, while she left with Yan Jing and another girl.

After descending to the first floor of the hotel, Yan Zhen noticed two people arguing in the lobby. She immediately recognized one of them as Jing Chen.

Jing Chen was still wearing his wrinkled black trousers and white shirt. He was facing away from Yan Zhen and was holding onto the arm of the man called Brother Tao tightly. It was like a tug-of-war between the two of them, one wanting to leave and the other not letting him.

"Brother Tao, you know my family's situation. My mother is still in the hospital and urgently needs money. I'm begging you, please settle my salary for my last film..."

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Brother Tao sneered, "Didn't you hook up with a rich woman? What, you didn't serve her well enough that she won't give you money?"

Jing Chen: "..."

Yan Zhen, who hadn't originally intended to meddle, paused in his tracks.

Yan Jing and her bodyguard, who were also unaware of what was going on, stopped behind her. The group stood more than ten meters behind Jing Chen, watching the farce unfold.

Tao took the cigarette butt out of his mouth and threw it at Jing Chen's face, cursing, "You son of a bitch, weren't you so tough when you left with that rich woman last night? You left me there to be berated by the investors, and now you're begging me for help after failing to hook up with her. Too late!"

The cigarette butt grazed his cheek, and Jingchen flinched from the burn. He then released Tao Ge's hand.

Tao was still cursing: "What do I care if your mother is lying in the hospital and urgently needs money? Let me tell you, if you want that payment, fine, go clean yourself up and go accompany President Liao. If you make him happy, I'll give you the money."

Jing Chen's face paled slightly. He stared at Brother Tao, his fists slowly clenching: "That's my pay for filming, it's what I deserve, why won't you give it to me!"

"Because you disobeyed me! Because I'm your manager! Because I have the money in my hands! I won't give it to you if I don't want to! What can you do to me?" Brother Tao glanced at the thick, clenched fist in his glasses and sneered provocatively, "What, you want to hit me? Come on, hit me here."

He pointed to his cheek with a sly grin and leaned closer to Jing Chen, saying, "If I punch you, I'll send you to jail for seven days. When you get out, you can collect your old hag's corpse."

Jing Chen: "..."

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes were red with anger, but he dared not raise them.

He couldn't afford the consequences of delivering that punch.

Yan Zhen frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

A father in debt, a sick mother, a poor home, and a man consumed by impotent rage.

How did the supreme god of this world end up like this?

Which audacious programmer in the Quick Transmigration Division came up with this ridiculous script?

Before Yan Zhen could react, Yan Jing, who was behind her, couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward, saying, "Hey!"

Jingchen and Taoge turned around at the same time.

Upon seeing Yan Zhen, Jing Chen was clearly taken aback.

Yan Jing put her hands on her hips and said to Brother Tao, "Which entertainment company do you belong to? How can you exploit your artists like this?"

Tao's gaze first fell on Yan Zhen, then on the bodyguard behind her. His arrogant attitude immediately softened. Facing Yan Jing's questioning, he put on a smile and said, "We're just handling internal company conflicts normally, not exploiting each other."

“I heard everything,” Yan Jing asked Jing Chen. “Which company are you from? How much money does he owe you?”

Jing Chen turned his gaze away from Yan Zhen, realizing that the girl in front of him might have been instructed by his wealthy older sister to help him get his unpaid wages.

He quickly said, "I am an artist under Lanhai Entertainment, and he is my agent. In the past year, I filmed three dramas, and he only paid me 15% of the remuneration. The total amount of remuneration held by him is 850,000."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen roughly calculated that he had paid 15% of the salary and withheld 85%, totaling 850,000 yuan. This was the sum of the three films.

In other words, Jing Chen's salary for a film was only over 300,000 yuan, but he only received over 40,000 yuan.

If the boss has a conscience, he can earn one million a year; if he doesn't, he can only earn 150,000.

Yan Zhen clicked his tongue and shook his head inwardly. Should he say that Jing Chen was weak and easy to bully, or should he say that he was honest and simple?

"Give him the money back!" Yan Jing gestured with her chin at Tao Ge, "Otherwise, I'll expose you!"

Tao Ge, still smiling, said, "This is an internal matter of our Lan Hai Entertainment. Little sister, you'd better not interfere, or your good intentions might cause some people to lose their jobs."

These words, seemingly addressed to Yan Jing, were actually a threat to Jing Chen.

Jing Chen's expression indeed darkened.

Yan Jing asked, "You mean if he takes the money that is rightfully his, you're going to blacklist him, cut off his resources, and stop him from acting?"

"What are you saying?" Brother Tao said with a forced smile. "He still has eight years left on his contract with our company. How could we possibly not want him?"

These words carried another layer of threat—if Jing Chen takes this money today, he will not only be blacklisted, but Brother Tao also doesn't intend to let him go.

With the contract in place, Jingchen won't be able to do any other work.

Celebrities have a short career span; if they're sidelined for eight years, their careers will be over.

“It’s okay.” Yan Jing was bursting with a sense of justice and determined to meddle in other people’s business. She said to Jing Chen, “Just take the money you’re owed. If he dares to treat you like that, come to our company. I’ll give you resources in the future.”

Tao frowned: "Your company?"

"Yes, our company is Xinyue Media."

Tao raised an eyebrow: "Little sister, you may not know, but the president of Xinyue Media is my friend."

Yan Jing crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows like Brother Tao: "You probably don't know, but Xinyue Media was acquired by the Yan family fifteen minutes ago. Now it's a gift from my aunt to me."