The media company that Wang Cong helped Fang Jueyu find was basically settled. Since it was practically an empty shell, it didn't cost much, and all the paperwork would be finished in a few days.
Fang Jueyu didn't care at all whether the company had any artists under contract. The only reason he bought it was to create a platform for Guo Xinyu. As for profitability and development, that wasn't within his consideration for the time being.
Zhuang Ying also helped Guo Xinyu's family with the housing arrangements. It was near her school, and although the house wasn't very large—about 120 square meters—it was more than enough for the family to live comfortably. As for the contract, they could handle it after the company obtained its business license.
Although Guo Xinyu already had a large fan base, she hadn't studied for long, and formal training couldn't give her that stunning musical talent yet. Therefore, Fang Jueyu even found a national treasure-level Italian singer to mentor her.
During this period, Guo Xinyu was fully focused on her studies, leaving Fang Jueyu with lots of free time. He ended up playing games and watching movies, returning to the typical holiday life of a couch potato college student.
"Hey Fang, do you have some time lately?" Wang Cong suddenly called Fang Jueyu.
"Yeah, what's up? Is everything settled?"
"It's not that simple!" Wang Cong chuckled bitterly. Throwing money at problems was one thing, but acquiring a large piece of land from the government came with a heap of bureaucratic procedures making it difficult to get approval quickly.
"Then what do you want from me?"
"There's a gathering in the entertainment circle. Are you interested?" Wang Cong said. "Those actors we talked about last time, I've contacted them all. Everyone's schedules are pretty full, but they'll all be at this event. We can chat a bit after the banquet."
"Sure!" Fang Jueyu agreed. Despite his wealth, he had never met those celebrities face-to-face. According to Wang Cong, there would be stars from both film and music industries, as well as many big names in entertainment attending.
As the head of Bamboo Entertainment, Wang Cong was naturally invited. He wasn't very familiar with the bosses in that circle, so he wanted to bring Fang Jueyu along.
"Alright, it's set. The gathering is next Saturday at 6:30 PM at the Edison Hotel in Sanya. Don't be late!"
"Don't worry, I'll be flying there by private jet, so I won't be delayed," Fang Jueyu said.
"Ugh..." Wang Cong felt a little envious every time he talked to Fang Jueyu. He didn't even have a private jet yet. "Then it's settled. See you at the venue, and make sure to dress formally. Don't show up in shorts and flip-flops like last time. I can't afford that embarrassment..."
"Got it, I'll be careful!" Fang Jueyu assured him. Wang Cong was worried about losing face—of course, Fang Jueyu was too.
The thought of attending this gathering excited Fang Jueyu for days. Despite his wealth, those stars would probably be eager to curry favor with him. Yet, he still hadn't fully adjusted his mindset, as those people had only appeared on TV and the internet for him.
Fang Jueyu's private jet was always on standby at the eastern city airport in Jiangnan City. It underwent regular maintenance, keeping it in excellent condition, and the crew were top-notch.
This time, Zhuang Ying went with Fang Jueyu. He hadn't been out of Jiangzhe Province many times in his life. Going to Sanya was a first for him, an unfamiliar place and he was a natural-born wanderlust. If he went alone, he could easily get himself lost there.
The Sun God sped down the highway leading to the airport. Fang Jueyu could barely contain his excitement as he had never seen his private jet before!
He had seen in the news that the private jets of those Dubai tycoons were as luxurious as five-star hotels. He believed his wouldn't be far off.
"Xiaoying, are the arrangements all set?" Fang Jueyu asked.
"Everything was arranged a few days ago. Sanya's airport is prepared as well, and the Edison Hotel you own under Billions International has already arranged a presidential suite and a conference room for you."
"Another one that's mine..." Fang Jueyu had grown numb to it. If Zhuang Ying ever told him a company wasn't his, he might actually be surprised.
After purchasing the private jet, a VIP channel was created for him at the eastern city airport, allowing him to bypass security checks and enter unobstructed after identity verification.
"Is this the eastern city airport? Why doesn't it seem like it?" Many of Fang Jueyu's classmates weren't from Jiangzhe Province, and when they went home on break, they often flew from the eastern city airport. But this place was nothing like the photos in their social feeds.
It looked like a small independent airport with rows of green belts on both sides. Beyond a concrete wall seemed to be the regular eastern city airport.
"Young master, this airport is your private airport. All aircraft here are for your service. When the east city airport was initially built, it was a project undertaken by one of your father Fang Huai's companies, so they set aside this area for private use!"
"Damn, my dad's awesome!" Fang Jueyu exclaimed. Having a private jet was already over the top, but he even had his own airport! "We don't have private islands too, do we?"
"Yes, young master, you have 184 private vacation islands worldwide."
Fang Jueyu promptly shut his mouth. He was now more interested in the private jet in front of him. "Is this plane a Boeing 747?"
"To be precise, it's a Boeing 747-8 VIP private jet, purchased by Mr. Fang Huai. I haven't handled it; I think it would be better for Captain Futoliya to introduce it to you." Zhuang Ying pointed to a group of people walking toward them.
This group consisted of eight people, two men, and six women. From their appearance, it was clear they weren't from Huaxia. The men were tall and strong, while the women were curvy and as attractive as supermodels.
"These are your crew members, one captain, one co-pilot, and the remaining six are flight attendants, responsible for all your travel needs," Zhuang Ying said. "Both pilots have served in the Russian Air Force. They have experienced enough to handle any unexpected situations."
"As for the flight attendants, they all have Miss World backgrounds and are top supermodels, including a pair of twins," Zhuang Ying whispered playfully in his ear. "Young master, there are special rooms on the plane. If you want any special services, I'm sure they'd be more than happy to comply!"
Hearing this, Fang Jueyu's face turned beet red. He was still an inexperienced young man and couldn't handle such teasing.