CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 157: KING REGAL ENTERTAINMENT AND THE PHONE MEME

Fans and curious onlookers surfing the internet saw this trending topic and rushed to click on it. After reading the content, they couldn’t wait to start commenting.

[Shocking, this can be called a powerful alliance. With just one song, King was able to help Edward Monroe bounce back from a career slump, and now the two are signing a contract. There will be no shortage of lyrics and compositions in the future.]

[Thank you, King, for appreciating our brother. Your choice won’t be wrong.]

[King Regal Entertainment, it already sounds imposing, hahaha! Since King has crowned himself like this, we’ll call you King from now on.]

[So is our brother one of the concubines in the King’s harem? Does that mean he’ll have to compete for favor?]

[You got it right upstairs, but our brother is the first artist signed by the King, so his position in the main harem is unshakeable.]

Observing Edward Monroe’s fans slowly going off-topic and the funny turn the comments were taking, netizens couldn’t help but join in.

[LMAO, Edward Monroe’s fans, are you sure you’re not discrediting your brother? One of the harem members, there’s an image right there.]

[The main harem position, does that mean we’ll have to shout "Long live!" when we see him?]

[I was having dinner and saw the comments. The food instantly sprayed out of my mouth. The girl I like was sitting opposite me, and now it’s all over her face.]

[Bro, you’re quite something, having the mood to comment after such an incident.]

Soon, the person replied to this comment.

[No worries, isn’t there a saying that goes, "In any situation, don’t panic, take out your phone to comment first, and you’ll find things get worse."]

This comment quickly garnered a lot of likes and replies.

People couldn’t help but laugh; if you spray food all over a girl’s face and then go surfing on Weibo, it’s sure to get worse.

If they were that girl, they’d surely pour a bowl of hot soup over him to wake him up.

But with a bro like that, he’s afraid he’ll be lonely for the rest of his life!

Just then.

A different comment caught everyone’s attention.

[I just checked King Regal Entertainment, and it turns out the company’s not far from me, so I spontaneously decided to take a look. I started to question my life. Are you sure this is an entertainment company?]

Attached was a picture and the address.

Everyone took one look and exclaimed—who has an entertainment company that looks like this?

[WTF, are you sure it’s not a public company?]

[I remember the most badass company in the entertainment industry only has buildings just over ten stories high; what’s up with these dozens of floors?]

[I have nothing to say. I just want to ask King, does your company need people? The kind that warms the bed and cooks?]

[Let me give you some background info: this building in the picture is located in the bustling district of Capital City, surrounded by listed conglomerates like the Si and the Qi. So buying an office building here isn’t something money alone can achieve.]

[Thanks for the background info. I just looked it up, and it’s indeed true. So our brother has truly found a rich and powerful benefactor.]

[You could say that. Now Edward Monroe’s fans no longer need to worry about dirty deeds affecting him. With such a backer, anyone with ill thoughts better think twice.]

What was supposed to be simple background info made fans of many celebrities in the entertainment industry extremely envious.

If their idols could have such a good company backing them, it would surely reduce the troubles they face.

...

"Why does this building look so familiar to me?"

In a private room at the Deepsea Club, a guy was stroking his chin, staring thoughtfully at the picture on his phone.

"Ethan, what are you looking at? Come over and play some pool."

Neil held a cue and called out, nodding his chin toward the pool table.

"Neil, take a look at this building. Doesn’t it seem familiar to you?" Ethan passed the phone to him, pointing at the screen.

Neil glanced down and said, "Of course it looks familiar. Isn’t this the building Andrew lost to Claire? What’s up?"

What’s with asking that out of the blue?

"Are you sure it was given to Claire you guys always mention?" Ethan uncertainly asked again.

"No kidding, I was there with Daniel and the others; it’s not fake."

Hearing this.

Ethan fell into deep thought. That’s odd, because the online comments clearly said this building belongs to some entertainment producer’s company.

Unless the Claire they mentioned sold the building.

At the thought of this, Ethan burst out laughing, saying while laughing, "Andrew, your beloved Claire is quite something. You gave her the building, and she sold it right away."

As soon as the words dropped.

Everyone in the room went silent for two seconds before the room was filled with the sound of snickering and schadenfreude glances at a certain someone.

Andrew rolled his eyes, tossed the cue to someone nearby, and dialed a phone number on his phone.

"Claire, did you sell that building?"

As soon as Claire picked up, he couldn’t hold back his question.

Claire wasn’t surprised in the least by his call, given the current flood of online news releases. She lazily replied with a "yeah", "I was short on cash, so I sold it."

Hearing her response, Andrew’s expression froze.

What the heck?

Short of what?

Does this sound like something a human would say? With a big shot like Owen backing her and the Green Estate too, and now telling him she’s short on cash.

"Can I ask how much you sold it for?"

Andrew pushed away the head in his face, curious about the answer.

"Not much, just fifty billion."

Claire said, propping up her legs, with a nonchalant expression.

Well, fifty billion in virtual currency.

After hearing this, Andrew’s feelings became extremely complicated.

Fifty billion isn’t much? By your calculations, you sure are short of cash.

But on another note, whoever spent fifty billion on this building must be out of their mind.

"Claire, the middleman’s profits are really substantial."

He spent less than twenty billion to buy this building back then, and now Claire had doubled the price for the sale.

He wasn’t upset at all about the building being sold; after all, losing it to Claire meant it was hers, and she had every right to do whatever she wanted with it.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Andrew was left baffled by these four words; when did he ever offer a compliment?

Claire heard the silence accompanied by the sound of breathing on the phone, and with a laugh, said, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up."

"No, wait," Andrew quickly added, "Claire, can you lend me some money?"

Who’d have thought.

The next second, the girl chuckled lightly, "So young and so fond of dreaming?"

Then she hung up without hesitation.

To dare even think of her money, what was he thinking?

Hearing the beeping down the line, Andrew stared in disbelief; did Claire really hang up on him

Just because of asking for money?

Jeez, is her frugality level that high?

The group, curious and silent, who had been watching his expressions change non-stop, couldn’t help but feel even more curious now.

What exactly did those two talk about that made Andrew’s expression shift non-stop?

Daniel was the first to break the silence, "So, what did Claire say?"

Seeing them all staring at him, Andrew felt speechless. How could a bunch of grown men be so gossipy?

However, he still resignedly recounted the phone conversation to them.

As soon as he finished.

Daniel and the others burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Andrew, here’s a phrase for you: Rich enough to gift a building, Master Andrew; short on cash, Claire Green sells it. Tagline: Borrowing money is a dream."

"Haha, Owen summed it up perfectly, isn’t that exactly it?"

"Let me add one too: Young Master spends twenty billion to buy a building; Claire sells it for fifty billion. Tagline: Middleman makes a profit."

Watching them turn his and Claire’s conversation into a joke, Andrew’s brow twitched, itching to smack them all.

"You guys must be awfully bored—are we playing or not playing pool?"

He lightly tapped Neil with the pool cue, sounding exasperated.

Seeing this.

None of them had any intention to stop, in fact, they laughed even harder.

"Oh, oh, Young Master Andrew looks a bit angry and embarrassed."

Angry and embarrassed my foot.

Andrew jabbed the cue into Owen’s side, threatening them, "Keep it up, and I’ll tell Claire."

As soon as the words left his mouth.

Everyone immediately sobered up, as if the ones laughing loudly just moments ago weren’t them.

Some hadn’t met Claire, but they’d heard from Andrew and the others about her ’great achievements’, and dared not mess with her.

"Indeed, Claire’s reputation works."