Chapter 50

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"These are all dirty money, I won't take them!"

In the evening, when Wu Cheng returned home, he took out the three bank cards. They were the consolation fees given by Xiang Huaqiang to the three of them, but Zhao Yazhi directly refused them.

"I believe Junjie and Ah Xia won't accept them either. They don't need the money!"

Zhao Yazhi made the decision for them, speaking with a confident tone.

Wu Cheng couldn't help but chuckle. He got up, sat down at the piano, and lightly played a few notes on the keys, smiling as he said, "Money itself has no distinction between dirty and clean. What matters is the way it is earned. This money might indeed be ill-gotten gains, but the money itself is not guilty. Why should we disdain it? Cough, cough, cough... Don't pout, listen to me. My point is, whether money is good or evil depends entirely on the methods of earning and using it."

Wu Cheng came to her side, gently touched her pouting lips, then quickly leaned down to give her a light peck on her tender lips before swiftly running away, laughing, "Perhaps this money is stained with the blood and tears of many people, but if we use it for good, why should we feel it's unclean and refuse to use it? Not using it would only benefit those two brothers. How could we justify the blood and tears on this money?"

"You're so reasonable!" Zhao Yazhi found that she couldn't argue with this guy, so she gave him a playful glare and then lightly raised her hand in surrender, saying, "Your point is that we should donate this money? To which charity? The Red Cross?"

Wu Cheng shook his head, "Donating it would be easy for us, but we can't guarantee it will be used properly. My idea is to establish a charitable foundation in your three names, called the 'Angel Fund.' We can raise funds from society to help orphans, children who can't afford school, and children who can't afford medical care."

"That sounds simple, but we've never done it before, and we don't have the time..."

Wu Cheng smiled, "Time is like a woman's... oh, no, it's like water in a sponge. Squeeze it, and you'll find some. And it doesn't require much time!"

"Like a woman's what?" Zhao Yazhi looked at him strangely, her face turning red, as if she was thinking of something inappropriate, and she scolded him playfully.

Wu Cheng coughed lightly, "That's not important. Anyway, you don't lack it, so no need to squeeze! Ah, ah, ah... Lady, spare me, I wasn't thinking of anything bad! Really, please be merciful!"

"Hmph! If you think of those bad things again, I won't forgive you!"

"Yazhi, I'm so pure, how could I know what bad things you're talking about? Why don't you tell me what they are, and I promise I won't think about them anymore!"

Zhao Yazhi almost laughed in anger, glaring at him with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, "If you keep being silly, I'm going to sleep!"

"Oh, I'll continue!" Wu Cheng coughed lightly, "Right, where were we?"

"You said it doesn't require much time. Do you really think that's possible?"

Wu Cheng nodded, "Haven't you heard of a 'hands-off boss'? Look at me, how comfortable I am as a general manager! I don't even need to go to the office every day. You just need to set up the structure, hand over the accounts to an accounting firm, and make them transparent. Of course, there will be resistance, and we'll face many challenges. You need to be mentally prepared. Of course, it's best to discuss this with Junjie and Ah Xia to see if they're interested."

"You don't need to ask; they're definitely interested. It's just a matter of time. You know how busy Junjie is. I'm not sure about Ah Xia."

"I've already said, time can always be found if you squeeze it."

As Wu Cheng spoke, he started playing the piano. Gradually, his thoughts drifted away, but his fingers continued to play. Listening to the leaping notes, Zhao Yazhi gradually became entranced. Under the warm yellow light, his slender figure became blurry, and only the slightly sad, nostalgic melody echoed in the room, over and over again. Unconsciously, tears slid down her white cheeks.

When the piece ended, Wu Cheng opened his eyes and turned to look at Zhao Yazhi, who had been silent behind him. He then noticed that she was already in tears.

Wu Cheng was startled, ran over to embrace her, and gently wiped away her tears, asking softly, "Yazhi, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yazhi pursed her lips, shook her head, and then gently stroked his cheek, her voice choked with emotion, "Xiaocheng, are you missing home? I can feel it from your music. This piece is filled with deep longing, a feeling that can break one's heart."

Hearing this, Wu Cheng was momentarily stunned, then nodded and sighed, "To say I don't miss it is impossible, but everything is gone."

Thinking about the reason behind Wu Cheng's words—his loved ones were no longer with him—Zhao Yazhi felt even more heartache for him. Her emotional side made her tears uncontrollable, as if she could deeply understand the feeling of 'wanting to care for one's parents but finding it too late.'

What she didn't know was that Wu Cheng's 'gone' meant he couldn't return to his previous life.

Seeing her even more saddened, Wu Cheng smiled, "But it's okay. Everything is in the past. Now I have Yazhi, Junjie, Ah Xia... many friends, and my uncle. I'm already very happy. The past is just something to occasionally reminisce about."

"Xiaocheng, what's the name of this piece?"

"I call it 'The Original Scenery of My Hometown.'"

Indeed, Wu Cheng played the piano version of 'The Original Scenery of My Hometown.' Although it wasn't as deep and resonant as the ocarina version, the longing and melancholy remained.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have made Zhao Yazhi cry so much.

The two embraced silently for a while. Zhao Yazhi then composed herself, looked up at him, and asked softly, "Xiaocheng, have you ever thought about releasing an album?"

"An album?"

"Yes! You've played so many pieces. Although your singing isn't great, your piano playing is beautiful. If you release a pure piano album, I bet it would sell well!" Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but laugh, "Didn't you say you wanted to start a record company and sign Junjie? I think you can use yourself to build the company's reputation!"

"Uh! Did Junjie tell you about the record company?"

"Hmm, what do you think?"

"Yazhi, let's go to bed!" Wu Cheng got up and carried her in a princess hold.

Zhao Yazhi struggled, hitting his chest, "Don't even think about it, I haven't taken a shower yet!"

"Then I'll wait for you to finish!"

"Stop it, or I'll get angry!"

Seeing the goddess Yazhi scaring him, Wu Cheng had to surrender. He had planned to sneak into her bed in the middle of the night, but found that her door was locked from the inside.

Unable to sleep alone, Wu Cheng decided to write a novel by lamplight.

...

The next morning, Wu Cheng looked at the financial statement Zhao Yazhi gave him and found that his company's funds were down to just over six million. The company didn't need much decoration, but office supplies were necessary, and the equipment for the small screening room and some filming equipment had cost several million.

Wu Cheng had already considered these expenses. As a film company, they needed their own team, and a photography team without their own equipment was unimaginable. During the filming of 'Five Lucky Stars,' the equipment was rented.

Of course, these were just a small part of the plan. When the company had more funds, they would need to upgrade to more advanced equipment and buy more.

In the morning, Wu Cheng went to the set of 'The Versatile Kid' to check on the filming progress, chatted with Hong Jinbao for a while, and then returned to the office.

That day, Deng Lijun called, asking Wu Cheng to pick her up at the airport the next day. Wu Cheng then remembered that Deng Lijun was coming to Hong Kong for a concert.

Deng Lijun had mentioned this before, but Wu Cheng had been so busy that he had forgotten. Thinking about this, Wu Cheng felt he should hire a secretary.

Although Zhao Yazhi had acted as his secretary before, she was now busy with the financial side of things, so Wu Cheng didn't want to burden her with the secretary role.

Thinking about this, Wu Cheng called the HR manager, He Jiajiu, and asked him to find a secretary for him. She didn't have to be beautiful, but she had to be reliable and steady.

The next afternoon, Wu Cheng went to Kai Tak Airport to pick up Deng Lijun, with Zhao Yazhi driving. After parking in the airport's parking lot, Wu Cheng didn't let Zhao Yazhi get out of the car.

One Deng Lijun was already causing a stir; adding Zhao Yazhi would make it impossible to leave the airport. Wu Cheng saw that many fans and reporters had almost surrounded the airport.

Exiting the passenger terminal, Deng Lijun immediately spotted Wu Cheng waving at her. She smiled, whispered something to her manager, and then walked towards Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng stretched out his hands to the sides and walked forward. The people around him seemed to be pushed away by an invisible force, making way for him.

"Junjie, let's go! We're about to be surrounded!"

Reaching Deng Lijun, Wu Cheng said, while taking her hand and quickly walking towards the parking lot. The crowd parted as they passed.

Deng Lijun thought the fans were so lovely today, not blocking their way.

However, Wu Cheng was sweating profusely, as the 'qi' inside him was being consumed too quickly. He had to separate the crowd without hurting anyone, which was no easy task!