Chapter 108: The Vile Capitalist

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Although Chen Fang was absolutely certain—ten thousand percent—that this song suited Wang Situ perfectly, the time left for Wang Situ to rehearse was simply too short. Even if Chen Fang hurriedly finished writing the song, Wang Situ would have at most one day to practice. Because they were about to record the program soon.

Of course, Chen Fang had another worry: how much would it cost to purchase this song from the system? If the system demanded a billion right off the bat, Chen Fang wouldn’t dare to bargain anymore—after all, he had already negotiated so many times that his bargaining power was worn thin.

Money! Without money, one simply couldn’t survive. At least, Chen Fang was constantly worried about money at the moment.

“Don’t practice singing today,” Chen Fang instructed. “Rest well. Practice the new song tomorrow.”

Then he turned to Xi Yuanyuan. “Has the new song I recorded earlier been released? How are the earnings?”

Hearing this, Xi Yuanyuan thought for a moment. “The ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ you gave me has already been released. It sold like wildfire on all major music platforms. Adding the earnings from the other songs, the settlement this month should be around thirty to forty million, but I’m not exactly sure.”

“‘East Wind Break’ is still in the preheat phase.”

The company’s plan was to preheat it for half a month. After releasing ‘Blue and White Porcelain,’ fans would need a buffer period. Then, after half a month, releasing ‘East Wind Break’ would have a better effect. Besides, Xi Yuanyuan observed that most national-style songs on the major music platforms were imitations of Chen Fang’s ‘Blue and White Porcelain,’ but their quality was generally mediocre, so there was no need to worry about them stealing the spotlight.

Calculating the time, the official release date of ‘East Wind Break’ was approaching. It would likely spark another small wave of excitement.

Chen Fang pondered for a moment and tentatively asked, “Is it possible to settle the earnings today?”

Today?

Xi Yuanyuan was taken aback. “Are you short on money?”

That shouldn’t be! Chen Fang should be quite wealthy now, with at least tens of millions resting in his bank account. Moreover, he hadn’t bought any obvious fixed assets recently—no car, no house—so why would he be short of money?

Chen Fang scratched his head, uncertain how to respond. He was indeed short on money, but he had also earned a lot recently. How to explain where the money went? He certainly couldn’t say it had been transferred away by the system...

Seeing his hesitation, Xi Yuanyuan guessed Chen Fang didn’t want to say more and changed the subject: “Settling today is a bit troublesome since it’s not the official settlement date. If you want to get the money in advance, I can call Mr. Qian to discuss it.”

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Upon hearing this, Chen Fang was touched and covered Xi Yuanyuan’s hand. “You’re the best, Yuanyuan.”

Xi Yuanyuan’s face immediately flushed with color but quickly withdrew her hand. After all, Wang Situ was watching nearby.

Xi Yuanyuan was shy and didn’t like being stared at. Wang Situ, on the other hand, looked envious—she wished Chen Fang would hold her hand, imagining it would be big and strong.

Unable to help herself, Wang Situ adjusted her pants again.

Xi Yuanyuan’s steps became a little hurried as she left the recording studio to call Qian Youlai.

Not long after, Xi Yuanyuan returned. “Mr. Qian agreed to temporarily transfer thirty million to your card. If it’s not enough, they can increase the amount. It depends on what you think.”

When the official settlement date arrived, if the earnings exceeded thirty million, the extra would be paid to Chen Fang. If less, the shortfall would be deducted from Chen Fang’s next settlement.

It had to be said that Qian Youlai was genuinely good to Chen Fang.

Thirty million! That was enough! For now, Chen Fang still owed the system twenty million—the cost of purchasing “The Brightest Star in the Night Sky” and “Don’t Know You.”

After repaying the system twenty million, he would still have ten million left to buy new songs.

“Let’s do it this way,” Chen Fang agreed without objection.

Seeing this, Xi Yuanyuan stood and went to the finance department to handle the procedures.

Chen Fang gave Wang Situ the afternoon off to rest properly.

At five in the afternoon, Chen Fang received a transfer notification.

Thirty million had arrived!

“System!” he called out inwardly. “I’m paying you back!”

The system looked puzzled. When had it ever owed Chen Fang money? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Chen Fang immediately realized his mistake. “I mean, I’m repaying you. I don’t like owing debts—I always strive for honest transactions.”

The system replied with a rare teasing tone, “The sun rose in the west today? You’re actually voluntarily repaying me? I thought you’d play dead and wait for me to say something!”

Chen Fang felt a bit embarrassed.

To be honest, he had indeed planned to play dead once he had the money—after all, twenty million was no small sum.

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Not just twenty thousand.

But there was no choice. Since Chen Fang was buying songs again, he had to repay the previous debt first.

With a bank notification sound, Chen Fang saw his bank account decrease by twenty million. His heart ached—it was real money...

“Good performance, keep it up.”

The system rarely praised him.

Chen Fang chuckled awkwardly and said, “System, I want to buy a song.”

The system sneered. Of course! It knew this man had no good intentions.

“What song?”

“‘Father.’”

“One moment... let me check your balance.”

The system fell silent for over ten seconds, probably about to quote a billion again.

Chen Fang had already guessed. No matter the song, the system valued it at one billion. He even suspected that if he bought “Gini is So Beautiful,” the system would still price it at a billion.

After a brief silence, the system sighed. “Chen Fang, when will you be able to pull out a billion? Could it be you’ll never earn a billion in this lifetime...”

What kind of remark was that?

That was disrespecting me, Chen Fang!

“When I become a superstar, I’ll throw money at you until you drown,” Chen Fang boasted.

A mere billion was nothing!

The system quietly listened to Chen Fang’s bragging, then silently deducted ten million and one thousand from his bank card. “Transaction successful. Song delivered.”

Chen Fang couldn’t help but frown.

You even took a thousand yuan!

What’s left in my card then?

Thirty-one yuan!

Chen Fang’s card had thirty-one yuan left!

Previously, he had 2,031 yuan. After spending about a thousand on meals and shopping, there were 1,031 yuan left.

Now, with the system deducting the money, only the change remained.

Thirty-one yuan! Just enough for one meal.

“System, do you want me to starve?”

Chen Fang was displeased.

The system seemed to understand the reality of stardom: “Doesn’t your company have a cafeteria? With your status, you can eat there for free. You don’t need to spend money. Keeping that thousand yuan for you would be a waste.”

Chen Fang: ...

Damn capitalist!

So this is what it feels like to see capitalists from a worker’s perspective.