Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?

"President Li, judging by your tone, you need my help with something?" Wen Lan's voice came through the phone.

At the same time, the background noise was quite loud, suggesting she was at some event. However, shortly afterwards, the noise diminished significantly, indicating that Wen Lan had deliberately moved to a quieter place to take the call.

"As expected, Director Wen understands me well."

Li Jing was familiar with Wen Lan, so he didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "Xiaoxiu hasn't signed with a company yet, do you have any good recommendations?

You know she's a promising talent; I don't want her to be held back by those unsuitable companies."

"Xiaoxiu?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Lan was silent for a moment. Only after careful consideration did she reply, "Actually, I've thought about Xiaoxiu's situation before.

But she doesn't have a background or resources. The best solution is to sign with a well-established agency, which could greatly benefit her immediate development."

Her voice grew hesitant again: "But since she's a newcomer without much say, the contracts with mature agencies are sure to contain many clauses unfavorable to her future...

It's actually best to set up her own studio, so she wouldn't have to worry about signing with an agent."

"Start her own studio?" Li Jing raised an eyebrow. "How would that be done, and what would be required?"

"Basically, she'd need a professional team to handle her affairs. I can help introduce some professionals I know who are reputable and capable."

Wen Lan said, "But there's also the matter of funding, as the early stages of setting up a studio surely require financial investment, and that I can't help with."

"I see."

Li Jing realized, then said, "Then please bother Director Wen to help me find and recommend some professionals. Since a studio is the best option, we'll set up a studio."

"People aren't the problem," Wen Lan asked, "What about funding? Xiaoxiu probably doesn't have much money, right?"

"Funding is never an issue for me."

Upon hearing Li Jing's response, Wen Lan realized she had asked a silly question and helplessly said, "Okay, almost forgot about the wealth you possess. I've helped you so much, remember to invest in my films in the future."

"Rest assured, I will definitely support Director Wen's films."

After hanging up the phone, Li Jing shook his phone and smiled at Yang Xiaoxiu: "It's settled; from now on you can be called Boss Yang."

"I..."

Sitting very close, Yang Xiaoxiu heard the entire conversation between Li Jing and Wen Lan, her expression changing several times before finally bowing her head in joyful gratitude: "Thank you, Brother Jing, I don't know how to thank you..."

Li Jing reached out to lift her delicate chin, his lips curling slightly upward: "No need to thank me, just remember you're my woman."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiu trembled slightly, then raised her head to meet Li Jing's eyes and nodded with great determination:

"I'll always be Brother Jing's person."

...

Night fell, and stars were sparse in the sky.

At the Imperial Wave Celestial Palace residential area, peace and quiet prevailed.

With the roar of a car engine, a blue sports car drove into the parking lot.

The security guard in the booth immediately straightened his back and raised his hand in salute.

Glimpsing the silhouette of a beautiful woman in the passenger seat, the guard's eyes shifted slightly, maintaining a serious face but his heart was full of envy and wonder:

This President Li is remarkable, it seems to be a different beauty again.

The guard turned his body as the car drove away, keeping himself facing the vehicle until it disappeared into the parking lot before lowering his saluting hand.

In the recent months, he's seen several beauties accompany Li Jing home, each of them top-notch.

When it comes to such grade-A women, the guard felt that even a single glance was pleasing enough.

He wondered just how comfortable and enjoyable President Li's life must be.

"Old Li, time to change shifts."

A voice pulled him back to reality.

"What's up, again watching which lady owner, still grinning there, be careful lest the captain sees and fines you."

Turning to see a slightly younger, tall, thin guy coming over to switch shifts, Old Li looked around: "The captain's not here, is he? Don't scare me."

"Relax, I'm just joking." The tall, thin man sighed, "Being a security guard here, though the pay's decent, the rules are overbearing. In my nightmares, I dream of the captain scolding people."

"This is a luxury residence; our security is different from others. We still have to train weekly."

Old Li had no complaints about the rules here: "You should be grateful for finding this job, just do it well, nothing to whine about."

"Indeed, I've got to do well by this job."

After handing over the shift log, the tall, thin man grinned, leaned in and whispered: "Old Li, honestly, were you peeking at a lady owner just now?"

"You, what nonsense!"

Old Li blushed and immediately refuted: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense. I just saw President Li bring another beauty home..."

"President Li? The one who moved in last year?"

Upon hearing, the tall, thin man realized: "That President Li is indeed remarkable, I've seen him bring several beauties, each impeccable."

Seeing the other's envious expression, Old Li frowned to remind: "President Li's women are not for us to interact with; don't even think about that."

"What could I think."

The tall, thin man rolled his eyes: "Besides beauties, those muscle-men frequent his place most.

Each muscle like small hills, before I saw a big tattooed muscle-man following President Li, quite intimidating, all the estate guards know President Li is not to be trifled with, who'd dare have improper thoughts about his women..."

Hearing this, Old Li recalled Li Jing often having those burly muscled guys around, he nodded in agreement: "That's true, this President Li is no ordinary person; just treat him with respect and keep your distance..."

"What are you two chit-chatting during a shift change?!"

A middle-aged man in a security uniform approached from afar, frowning and shouting: "If owners come back and see you chatting, how bad that would look! Hurry up and change shifts, move along!"

"Captain?!"

The two were startled, quickly nodded, stopped talking, and swiftly handed over their work before each returned to their posts.

...

Inside Li Jing's home.

Though not her first time visiting, seeing the brilliant Tianhai night scene through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yang Xiaoxiu couldn't help but marvel at the contrast between ordinary housing and luxury homes in terms of view and scenery.

"How about it, is it beautiful?"

Li Jing led her to the window, offering an uninterrupted view of the Tianhai Commercial Center's nightlife, and smiled: "If you like it, you're welcome to come and view it often."

Listening to that, Yang Xiaoxiu felt delighted and replied promptly: "Thank you, Brother Jing."

She glanced around the spacious, elegant room quickly, curiously asked: "Brother Jing, do you usually live here alone?"

"Sometimes alone, sometimes with others."

Li Jing settled back on the sofa, opened a bottle of red wine: "Your Sister Tong, and President Wei drop by occasionally."

The mention touched a chord within Yang Xiaoxiu.

She had met An Tong and knew Wei Jia.

Originally, she had suspicions about Li Jing's relationship with them.

Now, hearing his response, she realized their connection with Li Jing was not simple.

For An Tong, she could fathom it, but she hadn't expected even the strong and formidable Wei Jia to be captivated by Li Jing.

This caused her to be increasingly amazed and reverent of Li Jing's charisma, while harboring some concern.

With so many women around Li Jing, Yang Xiaoxiu subconsciously sensed a measure of crisis.

She wasn't worried about Li Jing doing anything to her, rather feared him doing nothing at all.

Since deep down, she had irrevocably set her mind on Li Jing.

"What are you thinking about?"

Li Jing sat with crossed legs on the soft sofa, holding a glass of red wine.

Watching Yang Xiaoxiu's gradual emergence of brilliance and allure, Li Jing was indeed slightly moved.

"I..."

Yang Xiaoxiu seemed to think of something, suddenly said: "Wait a moment, Brother Jing, I have something to show you."

"Something you've learned?" Li Jing was a bit surprised.

"Yes, I'll be ready in a moment, just going to the bathroom!"

Seeing her grab her bag and dash to the washroom, Li Jing raised an eyebrow and asked no more.

He took a sip of his red wine, walked to the window, his gaze peaceful yet deep, watching the city's hustle and bustle unfurled beneath him.

Perhaps he himself hadn't realized the changes within him, as he stood there, a subtle aura of freedom, detachment, and independence emanated from him.

From the washroom emerged Yang Xiaoxiu, seeing Li Jing's silhouette, her beautiful eyes trembled subtly, unable to help but gaze in wonder.

After several seconds, she finally, with a touch of anticipation and shy delight, softly said:

"Brother Jing, I'm ready, you can... turn to see me now."