Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

An awkward silence spread between the two.

Song Tingxi also realized how strange his request was, but it was forced by Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao refuses to take the easy way out. Only by leaving his friends to threaten him can he be a little better behaved.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Zhao tentatively said, "If nothing happens, I'll go back first."

"No." Song Tingxi objected reflexively.

Yan Zhao went crazy: "Then what are you going to do?"

Song Tingxi had an idea, let go of Yan Zhao, and smiled with satisfaction: "Your friend is an artist promoted by Empire Entertainment. I think we should hold a meeting to discuss his development path."

Yan Zhao: "Huh?"

Half an hour later, agent Wang Qian, assistants Lily, Wei Shaojie and Song Tingxi, as well as the company's employees responsible for large and small resources, sat together and started a meeting.

Wei Shaojie asked his agent in a low voice: "Why do we need to have a meeting now? I finally had a day off, and Zhaozhao is still waiting for me in the room."

Wang Qian was going crazy with anxiety. Finally, he got the appreciation of the chairman's son. This meeting was an opportunity to ask for more resources.

"Just calm down, do you still want to make a lot of money?"

In the beginning, the talent scout was able to persuade Wei Shaojie to rely on the temptation of "making a lot of money".

Wei Shaojie muttered dissatisfiedly: "If you make a lot of money, you can't give it to Zhaozhaohua. It will be in vain."

Song Tingxi looked at him and said deliberately: "Yan Zhao reads by candlelight every night, and he has to go to work tomorrow. Are you pestering him to play, aren't you afraid that he won't get a good rest?"

These words made Wei Shaojie die down. Compared with Yan Zhao's concern, he would not lose to anyone.

What Wang Qian didn't expect was that the meeting actually lasted until midnight.

Whenever employees encountered disagreements over resources, Song Tingxi allowed them to discuss freely without caring about the waste of time.

Wang Qian was moved in the end and said to Wei Shaojie: "The relationship between your friend and Mr. Song is really strong. Look, they are so concerned about your affairs."

Wei Shaojie drooped his eyelids and said feebly: "I didn't see it..."

After the meeting, Wei Shaojie became the artist to whom Empire Entertainment invested the most resources in a short period of time. Yan Zhao also had a sleep and it was time to set off to work.

He walked towards the underground high-speed rail station, with Wei Shaojie following behind him.

"Didn't you say that your manager won't let you go out? What kind of... mystery should you keep?" Yan Zhao asked curiously, holding the strap of his backpack.

Wei Shaojie scratched his permed blond hair and said, "They changed their strategy. It seems that they want the paparazzi to take pictures of me, pretending to be a passerby and post it online to create the gimmick of a handsome amateur. When my popularity increases, I will announce my debut accordingly.”

Yan Zhao didn't realize it: "As expected of a professional."

When they arrived at the ticket gate, Wei Shaojie hugged Yan Zhao, rubbed his face, and said, "Remember to have a good rest and don't work so hard every day."

Yan Zhao didn't think much, said "Yeah" and stroked his dog's head: "You also have to work hard."

Not far away, on the top floor of the Empire Entertainment Building, Song Tingxi and Li Yiwei each wore a pair of light green lens glasses and looked at the ticket gate of the underground high-speed rail.

"Master, why are we standing here watching him enter the station?"

"Because he and his friends are very annoying." Song Tingxi took off his long-sighted glasses.

Li Yiwei: "..."

Ever since he entered Imperial College to study, the young master has become more and more strange. Should he report it to the Marshal's wife?

Last week, Yan Zhao was transferred to the R&D department of the civilian mecha manufacturing factory, which was strongly opposed by a group of PhD employees. They could not accept that a first-year undergraduate student became their colleague.

But Lu Xingjian's prestige in the Zuo family was too high, and he was almost already Zuo Jiu's designated next generation successor, which made no one dare to resist him.

So just like the treatment he received in school, Yan Zhao received obvious cold treatment. No one assigned him tasks, and no one explained the business to him. He could only figure it out on his own in front of a computer.

"That kid is here again."

Secretary William's assistant quickly reported.

If anyone in the department hates Yan Zhao the most, it must be Minister William.

William, who is only 35 years old, already has the harbinger of a strong man - baldness. He chose to shave his head directly, which made him more like a gangster than a scholar.

He is an international student from the Arctic Principality to Imperial College. After graduating with a doctorate, he went through many tests before entering the R&D department, and now he is the head of the department.

What he hates most is people who come to power through the back door.

Yan Zhao was good-looking and young, and Lu Xingjian personally ordered him to join the R&D department. This brought together all of William's annoying elements.

"Ignore him." William glanced at Yan Zhao who clocked in and said, "Inform the group of the department meeting, now."

There are not many people working in the R&D department every day.

Because of the extremely developed productivity of the empire, every employee works four days off and three days off or three days off and four days off, rotating once a week.

The people who come to work in the R&D department today can be accommodated in a conference room.

But when Yan Zhao stepped into the conference room, the assistant minister opened his eyes and said nonsense: "There is no place, interns are not allowed to attend the meeting."

Yan Zhao pointed to another intern: "Can't he participate too?"

The assistant rolled his eyes: "I am a PhD student, are you?"

Seeing that Yan Zhao didn't move, William clicked his tongue and said, "You don't want us to drive you away, do you?"

Yan Zhao shook his head: "No need."

Yan Zhao returned to his work station and continued typing the report.

After getting off work at 5 p.m., Lu Xingjian's female secretary took Yan Zhao to the president's office, which made everyone in the R&D department even more disdainful. A pair of condemning eyes followed him into the elevator.

Lu Xingjian's spherical office floats over the entire factory. Next to the floor-to-ceiling windows is a dining area for two people. At this moment, fine red wine steaks are on display, waiting for Yan Zhao to take a seat.

"Please." Lu Xingjian stretched out his right hand towards him and bowed slightly like a gentleman.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Yan Zhao walked to the table and said awkwardly, "I don't know the dining etiquette of the Arctic Principality."

"It's not important." Lu Xingjian took out a pair of chopsticks from the cabinet next to him and said with a smile, "Here, to make up for my rudeness of not asking in advance, please let me cut the steak for you."

Yan Zhao took the chopsticks, sat down and thanked him again, looking curiously at the glass of rich red wine.

"The top-notch red wine from Agricultural One Star, only 300 bottles were produced last year." Lu Xingjian pushed the wine glass and motioned for Yan Zhao to try it.