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After the New Year.

Young Master Cao finally remembered that he owned an entertainment company.

In the East, there was a group of dream-chasing entertainers who believed that under the leadership of Young Master Cao and his fourth sister, they would create miracles—Life Miracle Culture Media Co., Ltd.!

Hereinafter referred to as: Miracle Media.

The company was still in its developmental stages.

Last time, the fourth sister mentioned that due to some minor issues, many projects were progressing slowly.

Especially the talent show The Voice, which Cao Cheng had initially proposed.

But it didn’t matter.

Slow progress was fine.

None of these were urgent matters.

After all, this year itself wasn’t one worth celebrating—aside from the Olympics bringing some joy, everything else felt rather bleak.

Especially for the entertainment industry.

Taking it slow wasn’t a bad idea.

...

The company was managed by a well-known veteran agent in the industry, Sister Ali, paired with a professional manager responsible for operations.

At the moment, the company didn’t have any signed artists.

"Boss!"

Sister Ali, the veteran agent managing the company, handed Cao Cheng the project proposal for The Voice.

"Currently, we’re negotiating with many sponsors based on the project requirements. Most of it isn’t too troublesome, but there’s one issue… the mentors."

Sister Ali forced a smile. "Although I have some connections and resources, our company is still new. Some A-listers are protective of their reputations and hesitant to take risks with a new show from a new company, fearing it might damage their image."

"And those with slightly less fame don’t meet your standards, Boss Cao."

Cao Cheng’s initial requirement was that the mentor lineup had to be top-tier.

Even if it was just the first season of a brand-new show with no established audience, not just anyone could become a mentor.

In the entertainment industry, they needed more than just fame—they needed status.

The prestige had to be undeniable.

Moreover, these mentors had to either be quick-witted, capable of creating entertaining moments, or be household names, instantly recognizable as industry legends.

With these criteria, the pool of potential candidates wasn’t large.

These days, many celebrities still carried an air of superiority, acting aloof and reserved on shows.

Just wait a few years—soon enough, even stars would be hustling in livestream sales…

Young Master Cao glanced at the list of candidates and scoffed. "What kind of garbage is this?"

"Blacklist these names. From now on, our company will never collaborate with them on any project—any project. Even if it’s an indirect connection, if these people are involved, we refuse!" Cao Cheng immediately started jotting down names in his little black book.

Sister Ali broke out in a cold sweat.

Seriously?

Boss…

You’re not even famous yet, and you’re already blacklisting people?

That’s not how things are done.

This industry ran on mutual benefit—who held grudges over a single rejection?

But of course, as the boss, Cao Cheng had the final say. Sister Ali, being a seasoned professional, knew better than to argue outright.

She’d find a chance to talk to him privately later.

After all, the boss was young, hot-tempered, ridiculously handsome, wealthy, and influential… Sigh… If only he’d become a celebrity himself.

With that face, he’d have girls swooning left and right.

Sister Ali was confident she could make him a superstar—a massive one.

Cao Cheng continued, "As for the mentors, take your time. We’re not in a rush. Quality over quantity… Let me suggest a few names. Reach out to them, gauge their interest, and schedule their availability in advance. Don’t make things difficult for them."

"We’ll show sincerity. And don’t just limit it to mainland celebrities—we should follow the nation’s call for unity, promoting harmony between both sides of the strait."

"Using culture as a bridge to reshape public perception while promoting our country—that’s the mission of us entertainers."

"We may be in entertainment, but we can’t just entertain, right?"

"We also have to consider the bigger picture at the national level."

Sister Ali stared blankly.

Boss… are you from the government or something?

How do you manage to tie everything back to national ideology?

Isn’t this a bit much?

We’re just doing a talent show, Boss. Are you overthinking this?

Cao Cheng raised an eyebrow. "What, do you disagree? Sister Ali, if you have any concerns, speak up. We’re all on the same team here—let’s address issues openly."

"No, no, no~~~" Sister Ali laughed nervously. "I just feel like Boss Cao’s ideological awareness is on another level. Us mere entertainers could never keep up."

Cao Cheng looked intrigued. "Really think so?"

"Absolutely, absolutely."

"Good… I was worried you might not agree."

"Wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare." Sister Ali shook her head vigorously.

Disagreeing with that would be career suicide.

Then, Cao Cheng wrote down a few names.

From Hong Kong—a legendary singer. No scandals, still lively even in his sixties, fluent in Mandarin, quick with jokes, and full of charisma.

Even Gen Z and Gen Alpha would recognize him.

At the very least, they’ve heard his music!

If he wasn’t available, then another of the Four Heavenly Kings—Andy Lau!

They had to get at least one Heavenly King.

Then from Taiwan—Halin.

Halin was a heavyweight in Taiwan’s entertainment scene.

Plus, he was already friends with the Hong Kong legends, so their chemistry would be electric. He was also great at loosening up the atmosphere.

Add in Milk Tea Liu—a vivacious "ageless beauty" who’d be the sole female mentor.

And finally, Brother Huanhuan, a once-ubiquitous star who’d later become a godfather-like figure in the industry.

That would make the perfect lineup!

If all else failed, there was always Jay Chou—he knew how to have fun too.

And he was at the peak of his career.

Truthfully, this show… hinged on whether the mentors could bring the energy.

The more engaging the mentors, the better the show.

After hearing this, Sister Ali was stunned. "Boss, you’re aiming this high?"

"Don’t worry about the budget." Cao Cheng waved his hand, exuding the aura of a tycoon.

Sister Ali’s eyes lit up, but then she hesitated. "Boss, the legendary singer is notoriously hard to book. Those in the know say he rarely does variety shows—he’s very low-key."

"Just try. If it doesn’t work out, go for Andy Lau. We must have at least one Heavenly King. I don’t care how much it costs—I want prestige!" For the first time, Cao Cheng truly understood how it felt to talk like a spoiled rich heir.

So this is what it means to be reckless!

"Andy Lau… he’s also low-key. He doesn’t do many shows either…" Sister Ali grimaced.

"Seriously, Sister Ali, if this is impossible and that’s impossible… why don’t you be a mentor?"

"……" Sister Ali forced a dry laugh.

This young boss…

Handsome as hell.

But his temper seems a bit… intense.

Then again, it’s understandable.

If she had his status and wealth, her temper would be worse.

And damn, he really was good-looking.

If not for that face, she might’ve quit already.

Building a company from scratch is exhausting, you know?

...

Truthfully,

hiring wasn’t the hard part.

All this talk about "low-key" personalities?

Let’s be blunt—it’s just a matter of price.

If money didn’t work, they could always leverage connections through Hong Kong’s business elite.

Some things weren’t about money—they were about face, about pulling strings.

Back in January, during his social rounds in Hong Kong, Cao Cheng had rubbed shoulders with plenty of tycoons. Any one of them could make a call and get things done.

At worst, he’d owe a favor.

And with that, the matter was settled.

First, let Sister Ali handle the channel invitations. There's still time before the show, so no rush.

Lao Si didn't have any objections either—the company has more than just this one project.

Next were other matters, mainly about investing in film and TV. Cao Cheng also gave plenty of advice.

The entire morning was spent dealing with this.

In the afternoon, there was a meeting.

It took a full day to wrap everything up.

Finally, Cao Cheng waved his hand grandly and announced a company dinner that night, followed by karaoke—all on Young Master Cao’s tab.

Instantly, the room erupted in exaggerated cheers and cries of "Long live!"

Well, they were in the entertainment industry.

What they wanted was entertainment.

No one wanted things to be dull and lifeless all the time.

...

During karaoke, a few drinks were had.

Sister Ali, tipsy from the alcohol, privately mentioned a less-than-ideal situation.

After Cao Cheng looked into it briefly—what a coincidence—it turned out to be the perfect opportunity to send Wang Haodong into action.