Fang Jueyu and Jiang Yi finished their meal, and then he took Jiang Yi back, as it wasn't too late yet. He drove straight back to Jiangnan City overnight.
Today seemed to be the last day of China Joy, so Fang Jueyu sent a message to Guo Xinyu. She might have been busy, as she didn't reply immediately and called him at nearly midnight.
"Today's performance went very well. I just had a late-night snack with some friends from the Bamboo platform. I'll return to Jiangnan City tomorrow."
"About what you asked me the other day, I've thought it over!" After some consideration, Guo Xinyu still wanted to try to see if she had the potential to become a singer. "I'm willing to join your company!"
"That's great!" Fang Jueyu seemed even more excited than she was.
"What's the name of your company?"
"Well... um, it's called Xinyu Media!" Fang Jueyu was a bit embarrassed. He had been so busy lately that he hadn't had time to set up a media company, but he just made one up. With his financial resources, he could easily buy a media company and rename it.
"Xinyu Media? Why haven't I heard of it? You didn't just make it up, did you?" Guo Xinyu was a bit suspicious. The company was named after her nickname on the Bamboo platform. That was just too coincidental!
"Hahaha, it's just a small company. It's normal you haven't heard of it, hahaha!" Fang Jueyu laughed awkwardly.
"Alright!" There were countless media companies across the country, and Guo Xinyu felt it normal she hadn't heard of it. What she needed was just a platform.
"Then it's settled, and after a while, I'll arrange the contract!"
"But I've already signed a two-year live contract with the Bamboo platform. If I sign with you too..." Guo Xinyu suddenly thought of something. Hosts who signed with the Bamboo platform couldn't just sign with other media companies. If you broke this rule, you'd owe a hefty penalty for breach of contract.
"Haha, that's a minor issue. I'll just have a word with Principal Wang!" Fang Jueyu said confidently. With his friendship with Principal Wang, this small thing was just a matter of a few words. If all else failed, he could cover the penalty himself, but Wang Cong should give him this face.
"Hehe, then Boss Fang, I'll be working for you in the future!"
"You get some rest. We'll talk in more detail when you're back in Jiangnan City. By then, I'll have a surprise for you!"
"What kind of surprise?" Guo Xinyu asked curiously.
"I'm not telling you now. Hurry up and go to sleep, or you won't get it!"
"Alright then, I'll go to bed. Goodnight!" Guo Xinyu sent a cute emoji.
"Right, I don't even know what that ancient sword is today!" Fang Jueyu suddenly remembered the reward he had received. To prevent himself from forgetting, he had already collected those rewards into his independent space and hadn't had time to check them!
He took out the ancient sword, but his arm suddenly became heavy. With his strength, he could barely lift it!
Fang Jueyu quickly stashed it back. The ancient sword was about 120 centimeters in length and probably weighed over one hundred and fifty pounds!
It didn't have the design of a Longquan sword but was similar to a bronze sword from the Warring States period, just larger than the usual ones.
The sword was entirely pitch black and appeared to be quite ancient. Could it be the sword of some emperor from history?
"Host, this sword was crafted by one of your ancestors named Fang Jun. He was a sword refiner from the Spring and Autumn period, but very few people knew his name."
"Sword refiner? I've only heard of Gan Jiang and Ouyez." This occupation was seriously outdated in modern times. Does this profession even exist anymore?
"Mr. Fang Jun was actually the mentor of Gan Jiang and Ouyez!" Xiao Yi said. "In our former galaxy, this was a very noble profession, so don't underestimate it!"
"Noble? Can such a thing still be used in a law-governed society?"
"That's just the secular understanding," Xiao Yi said disdainfully. "In our world, all those magical treasures in your Immortal Cultivation fantasy stories actually exist, and after your ancestor activated his potential, he learned from the refining book. The things he refined were not junk."
"So what is this sword after all?"
"I don't know. Different methods and techniques result in different weapons. Fang Jun was quite careless back then and made a bunch. Some succeeded, and some were defects. This ancient sword got mixed into the defective ones, and I just found it a pity and kept it."
"But this thing is too heavy. I can't even lift it!"
"I remember this sword was forged by Fang Jun using Meteorite Iron from a meteorite. Its hardness surpasses any material on Earth, and he took quite a few years to make it," Xiao Yi recalled.
"Oh well, I'll keep it for now. If it's useless, I can at least have it as an antique at home for good fortune!" Fang Jueyu was somewhat disappointed. This thing wasn't even as good as the five low-quality pills in that little bottle.
"Huh? Why is Principal Wang calling me in the middle of the night?" Fang Jueyu's phone rang. It was already half-past twelve; could something urgent have happened?
"Old Wang, what's up, calling so late?" Fang Jueyu said carelessly.
"You're not busy?" Wang Cong's surprised voice came through the phone, "I thought I'd finally get my revenge today!"
"Geez, you sure hold grudges, don't you? I just disturbed you once, and you're holding so much animosity?" Fang Jueyu smirked. Luckily, he was single; if he was really busy, this could have scared him out of his wits.
"Oh, right, just call me by my name, don't keep calling me Old Wang, it sounds weird!" Wang Cong said discontentedly. If it were anyone else, he'd have cursed them out, but since it was Fang Jueyu, whose family was no less than his own, Wang Cong wouldn't dare be casual.
"What are you calling me for? Say it, or I'm hanging up!" Fang Jueyu said impatiently.
"No, no, I have serious business!" Wang Cong hurriedly said. "Are you free tomorrow? I'll come to Jiangnan City to see you. The preliminary work for that movie is done. The special effects team charges by time, and I can't afford delays. Let's finalize the actors and director soon!"
"Alright!" Fang Jueyu still needed to discuss Guo Xinyu's matter with him. "Tomorrow, meet me at Jiangnan Bieyuan in Jiangnan City. Call me when you arrive, and I'll pick you up."
"Alright," Wang Cong liked dealing with straightforward people, "Oh, by the way, you mentioned before your family has a private chef, right? I'm crashing at your place for lunch tomorrow!"
"What do you want to eat? My chef can make anything!"
"Can make anything? You sure?" Wang Cong laughed slyly.
"If they can't make it, I'll stream myself pooping upside down tomorrow!" Fang Jueyu boasted, "As long as it's fit for human consumption!"
"Then I want Italian Alba white truffles and Almas caviar!" These were things he was sure Fang Jueyu couldn't get, especially given the off-season, even in season, importing them would take a long time.
"Fine, I'll arrange it!" Fang Jueyu recognized Wang Cong was just challenging him, but he had multiple private jets on standby worldwide at any given time. Anything he wanted, he could get within a day. This time, Wang Cong was destined to be disappointed!