CHAPTER 477: CHAPTER 475: WATCHING MY BUSTLE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT TO PAY?

"People gotta have connections to survive in this society, but some can rely on their looks; having the chops is also a skill. Making their backer happy, they can squash us little guys as easily as ants."

Shi Koufan, as if he hadn’t heard a thing, picked up the pen and decisively signed his own name on the termination contract, then pushed it forward.

Shengchao’s boss, Zhang Peng, glanced over it roughly and laughed, "You were one of the first batch of trainees Shengchao signed, and now you’re moving on to something better. As the boss who watched you grow up, I’m really glad. But I’m quite curious, how did you get in touch with Huasong’s executives? How did they not give up on you under these circumstances?"

"None of your business."

Ever since Shi Koufan knew that the whole drama was orchestrated by Shengchao itself, he didn’t want to say another word to them.

As the company that had introduced him to the entertainment industry and provided him a stage that people adored and cherished, Shi Koufan had always been grateful. So, in matters that were insignificant to him, he didn’t resist the arrangements made by Mr. and Mrs. Zhang.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang weren’t always such profit-driven villains, but people change, and their ambitions grow. From a businessman’s perspective, perhaps they hadn’t done anything wrong – they were just fighting for greater benefits for themselves.

Had Shi Koufan been that kind of person, he might have gotten along with them quite well, but, unfortunately, he wasn’t.

He wanted to be like Wen Qiao and Qi Ming, earnestly doing what they loved instead of boosting his popularity through unorthodox methods.

Holding his copy of the termination contract, Shi Koufan stood up from the chair, "As a former employee, let me give you a friendly suggestion. Instead of being curious, you might want to think about Shengchao’s future development. It might help keep Shengchao afloat a bit longer."

Ignoring Zhang Peng’s face, which looked as unpleasant as a liver, he bowed, "Regardless, I still thank you for bringing me into the entertainment industry. Goodbye."

Having said that, Shi Koufan turned and left.

Stepping out of Shengchao, Shi Koufan felt a complex mixture of melancholy and, more predominantly, relief.

He really wanted to talk to someone then, and after some thought, he dialed Wen Qiao’s number.

He didn’t know how to explain his actions, but the first person who came to his mind was Wen Qiao.

The phone rang three times before being answered, Wen Qiao’s crisp voice reached his ears, "What’s up, is everything settled?"

"Settled," Shi Koufan looked down at the termination contract in his hand, "I’ve terminated my contract with Shengchao."

"Really?" Wen Qiao’s voice lifted, "Congratulations, congratulations, we can schedule a meal then."

"Definitely, don’t worry," Shi Koufan smiled, "But I have to thank President Fu for making this smooth termination possible. I heard he had Huasong step in to help me sort this out. He also got someone to take down the trending search. When I went to terminate the contract, Zhang Peng’s face was green."

"....Heh," Wen Qiao chuckled dryly, "Really? It seems President Fu really values you."

"I find it quite strange," Shi Koufan said, "That historical drama did give me some popularity, but Huasong’s big shots have more, and my resources haven’t reached the point where Huasong can’t do without me. I wonder why President Fu took an interest in me?"