132 An Interview
"Let's go," Miaoyi said with a confident nod, as she slipped on the oversized shades. Her look practically screamed, 'I've got this handled, world.'
Sunglasses had become an essential accessory for Miaoyi and Qiuying whenever they ventured outside. The two of them favoured those large, mysterious-looking shades that covered a significant portion of their faces.
With their unique appearances, Miaoyi and Qiuying had achieved a certain level of fame, making them easily recognizable wherever they went. While this newfound recognition came with its perks, it also brought about its fair share of inconveniences.
Not to mention, just outside their residential digs, journalists and fans loitered as if on the ultimate stakeout. Their home addresses were an open secret. Fortunately, the security was tighter than a pickle jar, protecting them from unwanted pop-ins.
Because, you know, in a sprawling locale like the Megacity, those who could afford a proper house were if not outright wealthy, at least individuals with some semblance of clout. Handling the press and admirers every day was like a part-time job, minus the paycheck.
En route, their chauffeur was the embodiment of professionalism, eyes glued to the road, no chitchatting. Miaoyi and Qiuying, on the other hand, had time to kill, prompting some random chatter.
Their discussion revolved mainly around the upcoming press conference and the fine-tuning of the press release.
This marked Miaoyi's first solo single release event, and she was quite inexperienced in such matters. Apart from that one interview on the "Grilling Show"... but the thing was, being on that program didn't really require drafting a press release. So, how in the world were they supposed to tackle this?
"Ugh, it's so bothersome... all I want to do is go home and play some games," Miaoyi sighed, her tone tinged with a touch of longing.
Nevertheless, no matter how vexing the situation seemed, sorting out the press release was a necessary step. After all, a live press event was a whole different ballgame from an online interview show—it demanded meticulous attention and mental exertion.
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Yet another ordinary night found Miaoyi boarding a plane bound for China's heart. This could be considered her second official venture, and with the clock nudging midnight, she was on her way.
As the moon set and the sun began to rise...
The date was now December 23rd. At the Beijing International Airport, an aircraft from the city of magic, Shanghai, gradually descended against the city skyline, producing the familiar sound of an approaching plane.
This day seemed as ordinary as a loaf of bread, but appearances could be deceiving. People went about their business, oblivious to the news storm about to drop...
Or so thought An Du Lian, knee-deep in business in the Imperial Capital.
Inside a swanky hotel suite, a man in his forties, rocking a suit sharper than a razor's edge, stared at his computer screen like it was a crystal ball. His expression screamed, 'The meaning of life is in here!'
"Hey, Mr. An, we've got a meeting with Hengtian Media at three. Any other moves you want to pull? Shall I draft a response?" his assistant asked, toeing the line between formality and familiarity.
A dazzlingly attractive woman, possessing curves that could turn heads on their own, lightly rapped on the door. Balancing a bundle of documents against her ample chest, she radiated charm as she sweetly addressed the man inside.
"Sure thing. Feel free to proceed."
Unperturbed by the situation, the man named An Du Lian didn't lift his gaze. His attention remained glued to the computer screen, a world of his own. Offering a nonchalant "hmm," he dismissed his assistant with a casual wave.
"An... Absolutely, I'll get on that right away." A tinge of recognizable disappointment flickered across the assistant's face before she retreated. Maintaining her professional demeanour, she withdrew gracefully.
Alone in the room being used as an office, An Du Lian mumbled to himself in a hushed tone, "Hengtian Media..."
An Du Lian, forty-two years old this year, bore a distinctive name, one that seemed to linger in people's minds upon hearing it. In fact, this was quite accurate, for anyone familiar with the business world of the city of magic would likely recognize the name as thunderously resounding.
It was because An Du Lian held another title besides his name—Chairman of the Shanghai An Group, and concurrently, the Chief Executive Officer. He could be considered a legendary figure in the city's business realm.
A few years back, no one would have recognized this name. Even those who did know were aware that back then, An Du Lian wasn't as he was now, owning nearly a hundred billion in assets. He had the epitome of success, but several years ago, An Du Lian wasn't exactly penniless, but his status was on par with a wealthier-than-average individual at best.
At that time, An Du Lian was merely a senior executive who had retired from a central enterprise for reasons unknown. He held a variety of assets worth millions. While this would be considered a massive sum for an average person, the difference compared to his current worth was staggering—almost incomparable.
So, how did An Du Lian evolve into a legendary figure?
The answer was simple: He went from having a few million to amassing over a hundred billion in just five years.
Hence, his name resonated within the Megacity's business circles, practically a miracle in the flesh.
His name was synonymous with success.
However, what many didn't know was that every achievement was driven by his devotion to his family.
If he had to choose, An Du Lian would pick family over his fortune without hesitation.
An Du Lian nurtured an undisclosed hobby known only to his closest kin. He collected photos, videos, and writings related to his beloved daughter.
In An Du Lian's words during an interview: "Money isn't my focus. I hardly deal with it; my wife handles everything. I didn't aim for such wealth; it just happened naturally. So, I really have no concept of money. Our family is surprisingly ordinary."
...And indeed, An Du Lian cherished his daughter deeply, although her appearance was shrouded in mystery. Countless eyes were on her, but few knew what she looked like.
Currently, An Du Lian delved into updates about his daughter's recent activities, preparing to catch up with her.
"I wonder what new videos they've produced," An Du Lian murmured, his hand maneuvering the mouse.
If one could glimpse his screen, there'd be a single visible interface.
[Bilibili]
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(A/N)
This might be my best work yet.
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..
...
No, not the chapter.
THE TITLE!!!
IT'S BRILLIANT!!!
The chapter is about going to a press release, right?
Press release = complex interview.
kk, following me so far?
Guess what the second part of the chapter is about?
huh? what are yu saying?
*whispering*
...yes, I know this is at the end of the chapter, why?
*whispering*
...no, the chapter is ending now-
*whispering*
OH-JSHBDshjfhjsb
*...*
...so, I was just informed that this authors note is at the end of the chapter, which means you've already read the chapter...
all my suspense...it's gone...
Anyway, the chapter is about AN DU LIAN!!!
AN+INTERVIEW = AN INTERVIEW!!!
IT'S PERFECT!!!
*whispering*
...yes?
*whispering*
what do you mean this joke is overused?
*whispering*
no I don't know, but it couldn't have been much...
*whispering*
IT'S BEEN USED SIX TIMES????
...oh f*ck, is that sirens?
K I NEED TO GO, THE JOKE POLICE ARE HERE—
*muffled gunshots*
YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVEEE!!!!
