Chapter 19

"Have you ever been choked before?"

"What?"

Before Yu Yongzhen could react, he suddenly felt his throat tighten, and then he was lifted up and slammed onto the wooden table with a loud thud.

Li Huanle was choking Yu Yongzhen's throat with one hand, slamming him onto the wooden table. If there were any martial arts novel enthusiasts present, they would surely shout, "F**k!! Ma Dayuan's throat lock technique."

But reality wasn't like that.

Li Huanle stared at Yu Yongzhen with wide eyes, his aura rising, showing a ruthless demeanor like a gang leader.

"Mr. Yu Yongzhen, please remember... humility is a virtue. Perhaps you are really great and have a high status, but belittling others' works has already crossed some basic moral boundaries. Not to mention, I'm not very familiar with you. Even if you are dissatisfied with this work, it's possible, but calling it trash and worthless, and criticizing the lyrics as childish, if you really think so, then I don't think there's much to talk about. Also, don't do this next time. There aren't many young people like me left. If you encounter someone with a bad temper, they might just beat you up." Li Huanle said with a calm expression, then released his right hand and let go of Yu Yongzhen's neck.

"Cough, cough!"

Yu Yongzhen's face turned red as he coughed, then climbed down from the wooden table, looking at Li Huanle with intense anger. But thinking about the martial arts move he just saw, he didn't dare to move forward, and didn't even know what to say. If he cursed a few more times, would this guy really hit him?

Actually, Yu Yongzhen wasn't worried about being hit, but about losing face... as S.M's top producer, if this incident were to be exposed, it would be a huge embarrassment.

So, a man's face and a woman's makeup are both hard to remove.

Without waiting for Yu Yongzhen to speak, Li Huanle, who had come with the intention of becoming a disciple, pushed open the door and left, leaving behind an annoying remark.

In fact, if this song were really written by Li Huanle himself, it might not have caused such a great anger. But because this song was created by the future Yu Yongzhen, and even if there were no accidents, he would still create this song in the future.

Critiquing his own future music, even if Li Huanle's evaluation skills were not enough, he could see that this was clearly intentional nitpicking. Li Huanle didn't know why this guy was doing this, but he wouldn't believe it was out of good intentions, even if he were to die.

Regardless, Li Huanle felt very refreshed at this moment, but perhaps the heavens didn't like him coming to this sharp entertainment company. Of course, it could also be said that they were incompatible, so...

...

The main entrance of S.M Entertainment was not very wide, but it wasn't narrow either. The glass door with automatic sensors could accommodate three to five people walking side by side.

But sometimes reality is just that coincidental. If one person is walking out from the middle and another is walking in from the middle, many situations can arise. The current situation at the S.M entrance is a common one, known as... neither giving way.

At this moment, Li Huanle could be described as reborn. He had put aside all his tension, worry, and fear, and decided to take a bold step forward.

Li Huanle was very clear that if he really wanted to build connections and find artists to endorse company products or shoot ads, it wasn't just a matter of talking. Of course, if he tried to trick someone into signing a contract, like getting them drunk and then signing, it could work, but it would definitely be unscientific.

So, he had to truly enter the entertainment industry and integrate into the circle of performers to truly infiltrate the 'enemy's' ranks.

And he had to do well, because people tend to associate with those of similar status. If he mixed with third-rate people, he would naturally come into contact with third-rate artists, and if he mixed with top-tier people, he would naturally come into contact with top-tier artists. These were very real things.

Li Huanle's plan actually had multiple paths. Due to the special nature of his memory fragments, he had several plans over the past two months, including developing in the TV production department, the music production department, and even forming an independent agency to directly train a new group.

But no matter which path he took, Li Huanle would step into the limelight. He needed to gain popularity in front of the public to truly enter the circle and come into contact with artists who could become true stars. He had never considered ordinary small-time artists.

If before meeting Yu Yongzhen, Li Huanle had many worries, fearing that his plans would fail or encountering some bizarre rules in the industry, like the seniority system, and not knowing how to choose.

But now, he was full of motivation. His steps should be more confident... in short, Li Huanle had regained his confidence and was more determined about the path he wanted to take, with an unshakable resolve.

Move forward... never retreat.

Or don't give in, don't compromise, even if it means turning the world upside down. Even if he failed in the end... it wouldn't leave more regrets.

And this wasn't Li Huanle being arrogant; he really had the ability. He just needed to copy all the hit songs from his memory, register them with the copyright association, and then directly submit them to the girl groups that were capable but not yet popular. Additionally, he could write the outlines of TV dramas and movies from his memory, find professionals to write the scripts, and directly submit them to TV stations, film investment companies, or directors. This would definitely disrupt the entertainment industry, at least the music industry would change, and some people's fates would be altered.

Even if he couldn't win by quality, he could win by quantity. Of course, this was just Li Huanle's wild imagination; he wasn't that crazy.

So, Li Huanle didn't want to retreat and wasn't planning to retreat.

Looking at the middle-aged man in glasses and a suit with a dark face standing in front of him, Li Huanle smiled and said, "Hey, glasses uncle, are you planning to stand here and waste time with me?"

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the young man who was only about ten centimeters away from him with a strange expression. He could be sure that this person wasn't from the company, but even if he wasn't from the company, the current situation made him quite angry. His eyes suddenly became sharper, and his face turned serious as he said to Li Huanle with authority, "Young man, don't you know the basic etiquette of respecting your elders?"

Li Huanle felt that this dark-faced glasses uncle looked familiar, but he didn't delve into it and just smiled, "In my understanding, there are two types of elders: one is older uncles and aunts, and the other is people who are older than me and are worthy of respect in terms of character. As for you, I don't know you, and you don't know me, so I don't think you are someone I should respect. Also, do you see the groove on the floor?"

The dark-faced glasses uncle subconsciously looked down, and then he heard the young man say, "Do you see the tip of my shoe? It is at least 0.3 centimeters closer to the groove than yours. Logically, I should have reached the door before you, so you should step aside and let me through this door!"

...

A brief silence. The receptionist not far away and the security guard beside her were stunned, and the glasses uncle's face was covered with black lines.

0.3 centimeters??? Are you f**king with me?