Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

We were just enjoying the sweet taste of a Xinjiang melon.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside.

In a flash, Dilraba pushed him away, quickly wiped her lips, and then looked at him.

"What's the matter?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"There's a lipstick mark on your lips," she said.

"Oh." Sun Dasheng immediately reached out and wiped it off.

The evidence of the crime was erased.

They exchanged smiles.

Then went to open the door.

The visitor was none other than Mr. He.

When he saw a man and a woman in the room, he was visibly momentarily stunned.

But as a veteran in the entertainment industry, what hasn't he seen?

He quickly gathered his expression.

Instead, he cheerfully said, "Dilraba, you came to see me, right? I just had to deal with something, sorry for neglecting you."

Dilraba Dilmurat laughed, "Mr. He, no need to apologize, I just got here too."

Mr. He thought to himself, "Like hell, I believe you."

Just got here, and you've already locked the door?

If there wasn't something going on here...

Anyone who heard this would believe it.

Of course, he wouldn't spread this around.

He's widely recognized in the industry as someone who keeps secrets.

That's why he has such good connections because everyone is willing to confide in him.

Only by opening one's heart can you quickly deepen relationships.

That's how he thrives in the entertainment industry.

If not for the gift-giving incident, he'd probably still be active on the front lines.

Now, it's just a temporary retreat, lurking in the background.

Once things cool off, he plans to rise again.

Sun Dasheng also thought he was a smart guy.

He knows when to advance and retreat, which is rare.

The three of them chatted for a while.

Soon after, many celebrities dropped by to say hello.

Sun Dasheng realized more clearly the extent of his network.

All he could say was: terrifying.

He Jiong saw Sun Dasheng's expression.

He was secretly delighted.

Why did he invite him over?

Wasn't it to show him his muscles?

Men, you know.

If you want to work together.

You must show your muscles.

If the other party recognizes your power.

The collaboration that follows will be smooth.

His guess was right.

After everyone left, when it was just the two of them, He Jiong proposed the idea of collaborating on a short drama, and the other party agreed at once.

He happily stood up and shook hands.

"From now on, I'll be counting on you, President Sun."

Sun Dasheng chuckled, and agreed.

To tell the truth, the other party really did rely on him.

It's the era where the platform is king, and resources are king.

The resources behind He Jiong truly didn't include short dramas.

To be precise, for such a big star to play with short dramas, it's kind of preposterous.

It's mostly to gain additional resources.

To use for exchanging favors in the future.

In his opinion, although short dramas seem lowbrow, they're the new trend, after all.

In the future, if anyone's kid in the industry wants to debut from here, he can help arrange it.

The network in the entertainment industry is built up bit by bit like this.

There really aren't any special shortcuts.

Sun Dasheng was well aware of his plans.

But he didn't mind.

If you send a few people over, you owe me a favor.

In the future, there will come a time when you'll have to repay it.

Next.

Under Mr. He's enthusiastic arrangement,

he watched a live taping of a variety show.

He finally understood the difference between watching a recorded show and the live taping.

Watching a show is relaxed and enjoyable.

The interesting parts and funny moments are all edited and ready for you to see.

But taping a show is exhausting and tedious.

A program that appears as an hour on TV might take more than a dozen hours to record.

The actors on stage must be exhausted, and even Sun Dasheng sitting in the audience found it incredibly boring.

Just as Sun Dasheng yawned and planned to leave early.

He didn't know when a girl had sat beside him.

The recording site was pitch black, with the lights mainly focused on the actors on stage.

He didn't realize it for a moment.

So he got up and bumped into the girl.

The posture was awkward, and his elbow hit her neck.

Her head tilted, and she directly passed out.

"Oh my god!" Sun Dasheng quickly caught her.

He looked around, fortunately, his movements were quick and agile, like a swift blade... cough, cough...

So he didn't alarm the others.

He hurriedly carried the girl out, quietly leaving.

All the way, he encountered no obstacles.

Perhaps because Mr. He had taken him around, other staff members recognized him.

No one stopped him.

Even though he was oddly carrying a girl.

Hotel.

Presidential suite.

He gently placed her on the bed.

Then he turned her over.

Kneeling on either side of her body.

He reached out to massage her injured neck.

Not long after.

He felt warmth on his hands.

The bruises on her neck gradually faded away.

Soon, she was restored to her original state.

Sun Dasheng carefully tucked her in, looked at her beautiful face, and left.

He didn't know who this woman was.

But he had seen her once at the welcome party that day.

She should be a celebrity too.

He just hadn't heard her name before.

When Sun Yi opened her eyes, she was momentarily dazed and confused.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Damn it, which bastard brought me to the hotel?

Wasn't I watching the recording in the studio?

Sun Yi was from the Northeast, and instantly slipped into her hometown dialect.

Her temper flared up.

Just as she was about to angrily find the culprit.

She didn't need to look for him; he showed up on his own.

She saw a tall, handsome man coming in with a bowl of brown sugar water.

The first thing he said was, "You're awake? Here, have some brown sugar water, you passed out from low blood sugar earlier, and I brought you here."

This statement left Sun Yi dumbfounded.

Is that really how it was?

How come she remembered it as: someone knocked her out?