MTL - 6

Yes, Tang Yu is a pighead.

— From the Diary of a Little Rich Girl

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A few ten thousand yuan was nothing to Tang Yu—it was like plucking a single hair from a cow.

With Tang Dingding’s curious nature, she must have inquired about Ming Zhu and seen photos before willingly walking into the shop and getting ripped off. He had nothing to say about it.

He drove back to his apartment alone, and after showering, he habitually scrolled through his social media feed. After their argument last night, he noticed that Tang Xin had posted something just before bed—a single emoji of a pig’s head.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt that the girl had the audacity to secretly curse him.

Of course, it was only a guess. Tang Yu wouldn’t take such a trivial matter seriously. Under normal circumstances, unless someone crossed his bottom line, he wouldn’t bother arguing with a woman. Moreover, his relationship with Tang Xin…

It was complicated.

He couldn’t quite define what kind of complexity it was. Logically, given how she had outwardly complied but inwardly sabotaged his pursuit, he should have been furious. Yet, when she brazenly told him that even if she had genuinely helped, he still wouldn’t have stood a chance, he found himself staring into her eyes, unable to vent the anger building in his chest.

Perhaps everything had been wrong from the start.

—He shouldn’t have asked for her help.

The living room was dimly lit, with only a floor lamp casting a faint yellow glow.

Tang Yu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning casually against the back of the sofa near the window. His head slightly lowered, he scrolled through his social media feed. Despite his busy schedule, this was the most relaxing part of his day. With precision and speed, he flipped to the most interesting person.

Little Rich Girl : Today, Sister Huan is my boss!

The post included two pictures. One showed a cute little girl bowing deeply, with the words “Thank you, Boss!” glaringly displayed above her head. The other was a screenshot of a bank transfer—10,000 yuan.

You Huan had felt that Tang Xin had overcharged today, and sending ten red packets of 200 yuan each wasn’t enough to express her admiration. So, she directly transferred 10,000 yuan. Tang Xin happily accepted it, joking that if she ever got stuck writing scripts, she’d come work as a salesperson at You Huan’s store!

Tang Yu paused as he looked at the two images.

His gaze shifted to the comments.

Ming Zhu : I should have gone today too!

Little Rich Girl replied: 😄😄😄😄, Opportunities don’t come twice.

Their mutual friends were mostly from the creative team of Anti-Terror , including directors, military producers, and a few screenwriters. Her posts were always lively because many people didn’t understand her quirky logic and would often ask questions out of curiosity. She always responded graciously.

Some questions Tang Yu couldn’t see, but he could read her replies.

Little Rich Girl replied: I didn’t rip anyone off. It was a voluntary transaction—I didn’t force anyone to buy. How can you say I ripped them off?

Tang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, having a rough idea of what had happened. Still, he called Tang Dingding to confirm whether she had mistaken Tang Xin for someone else. When the call went through, Tang Dingding was in the middle of an intense game of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds . Without even glancing at the caller ID, she hung up immediately.

Tang Yu: “….”

He glanced again at Tang Xin’s reply.

Forget it.

In her eyes, Tang Dingding was probably just another rich fool.

Unaware that her own brother had labeled her as such, Tang Dingding was fully immersed in her game. It wasn’t until 1 a.m., when she was about to sleep, that she noticed the missed call. Realizing the late hour, she decided not to disturb him.

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The next morning, Tang Yu flew to Xi’an on business.

Shiguang Films planned to build a film studio in Xi’an. The land had been secured, and the design plans and blueprints were ready. However, there was a snag—one stubborn household refused to relocate. What was supposed to begin at the start of the year had been delayed until now.

The project was under Liu Youfeng, who had visited Xi’an multiple times but failed to resolve the issue. Tang Yu had explicitly stated that no extreme measures should be used—if money could solve the problem, then use money. But the family was demanding an exorbitant price, testing Tang Yu’s limits.

After landing, a car sent by the local team picked him up.

Tang Yu leaned back in the spacious rear seat, his long legs stretched out. Casually glancing out the window, he asked indifferently, “Still refusing to move?”

Liu Youfeng quickly replied, “Yes, they refuse no matter what we say. They insist on that price—isn’t it outrageous?”

A small house in the suburbs, and the compensation offered was already enough to buy three similar houses. Yet, they weren’t satisfied? Clearly, they were trying to get rich off the situation. Liu Youfeng grew increasingly frustrated. The delay made him fear that President Tang would blame him for incompetence.

But Tang Yu had forbidden him from using other methods. Otherwise…

Tang Yu lazily nodded and said coolly, “Has the designer arrived?”

This question was directed at Gao Heng.

Gao Heng replied, “Yes, they’re already there, waiting for you.”

Liu Youfeng felt uneasy, stealing glances at Tang Yu. The young man wore a black suit, lounging casually against the seat, exuding both refinement and nonchalance. Liu Youfeng knew that Tang Yu’s working style was sharp. His favorite tactic was to replace project leaders—if you couldn’t handle the job, step aside and let someone else take over.

Now, Tang Yu instructed the designer to revise the plans, bypassing the stubborn household entirely.

The car stopped in front of the stubborn household’s house. Tang Yu slowly uncrossed his legs, pushed open the door, and stepped out. The designer approached him. “President Tang.”

Tang Yu turned his head slightly, coldly glancing at the stubborn resident standing by the door. “Tell me the revised design plan. Avoid this building.”

The stubborn resident, who had been eavesdropping by the door, froze upon hearing this.

...Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be a negotiation to increase the compensation??

Tang Yu remained indifferent, striding forward with his long legs. The designer had prepared several alternative plans and followed Tang Yu, explaining the modifications while gesturing to the site.

It had rained in Xi’an the previous day, leaving muddy puddles on the ground. As Tang Yu walked around, his handmade black leather shoes got slightly dirty—but it did nothing to diminish his air of sophistication.

The stubborn resident stared intently at the scene. He recognized Tang Yu from the news as the CEO of Shiguang Films. Hearing the designer explain the new design, he calmly remarked, “Once the blueprints are ready, you can contact the responsible person directly.”

The designer replied, “Alright.”

Liu Youfeng, standing nearby, let out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He had almost thought he was going to be fired.

Tang Yu slipped his left hand into his pocket and glanced at his wristwatch. Gao Heng, standing beside him, asked, “President Tang, shall we head to the set now?”

A movie was being filmed in Xi’an, and since Tang Yu was already here, he decided to visit the set. Just as he started walking, the stubborn resident rushed over, smiling apologetically. “President Tang, President Tang, I’ve discussed it with my family. We think the compensation you offered earlier is reasonable. We’ll move, we’ll move right away—you don’t need to change the design…”

“Oh?” Tang Yu glanced at him coldly. “Reasonable? Didn’t you say your family has lived here for three generations? That you couldn’t bear to leave this house?”

“Well, that’s true…” The stubborn resident grew nervous under Tang Yu’s gaze. “But the compensation is fair… we agree.”

They had been stalling, hoping to squeeze more money out of the deal. Now that Tang Yu wanted to revise the plans, wouldn’t they lose everything?

Tang Yu looked at him, his voice icy. “It’s not about whether you agree or not—it’s about me disagreeing.” He glanced at the stubborn house and smirked. “Leaving your house here might actually be interesting. Minimal impact.”

With that, he strode away with long, confident steps.

Gao Heng followed behind, thinking it had been a while since he’d seen Tang Yu this angry.

Liu Youfeng still felt uneasy. He couldn’t quite grasp Tang Yu’s intentions—was he really going to revise the design? He quietly pulled Gao Heng aside and whispered, “Won’t it be difficult to modify the design? This house is right in the center. If we don’t demolish it, won’t it be easy to accidentally include it in the shots during filming…?”

Gao Heng smiled faintly. “There’s something called post-production. President Tang hates those who reject offers and refuse reasonable compensation. Since they rejected our initial offer, we won’t give them a penny more than the standard compensation. Whether they accept or not is up to them. If they refuse, we’ll revise the design. No underhanded tactics—avoid giving anyone ammunition to tarnish the company’s reputation.”

Liu Youfeng blinked. “I understand.”

The stubborn resident, overhearing everything, paled with regret. Watching the business car drive away, he stood frozen in place—

How could it have minimal impact?

Didn’t they say the house would ruin the shots if it wasn’t demolished?

Were they really not giving a penny more???

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In the conference room of Shiguang Films, Tang Xin submitted her topic proposal.

The planner glanced at it and raised an eyebrow. “A time-travel drama?”

Tang Xin corrected him. “It’s a time-space crossover—two people from different eras switching places.”

The planner frowned. “You should know that President Tang doesn’t like this genre. A few years ago, Old President Tang signed a few such projects. They were produced according to contract, but all flopped. We haven’t touched this genre in the past two years.”

Tang Xin knew this well. Like most men, Tang Yu preferred masculine movies—military, war, crime dramas, etc. That was why he personally took on the role of producer for Anti-Terror , putting in so much effort.

The high-grossing films of Shiguang Films were also in these genres. Art-house films and romantic comedies typically performed poorly at the box office.

However, Tang Xin doubted she could ever write a good script in those genres.

She scribbled a few notes on the paper and looked at the planner. “That was two years ago. Maybe he’s changed his mind?”

“Why don’t you talk to President Tang about it? Aren’t you close to him?” Someone chuckled lightly.

Tang Xin glanced at Huang Siyi, her expression blank. “Why don’t you say that to President Tang’s face?”

Huang Siyi’s face darkened. “It’s true, isn’t it? Who else runs upstairs to cozy up to him like you do… Whether you’re trying to ingratiate yourself or what…” She sneered. “President Tang gave face to Ming Zhu, not to you.”

Among the group, Tang Xin clashed most frequently with Huang Siyi. They argued during every meeting. Huang Siyi, with more seniority, had worked on one or two hit TV dramas.

Tang Xin’s expression shifted slightly, seething with anger. Without showing it, she placed her phone on the table and began typing furiously. “I’ll ask President Tang right now if that’s true.”

Huang Siyi didn’t react immediately, looking at Tang Xin’s phone in confusion. “What?”

Tang Xin typed rapidly, lowering her head. “Oh, I’m asking President Tang if he’s like what you said.”

Huang Siyi’s face turned pale. Panicking, she leaped up without regard for decorum, lunging toward Tang Xin to snatch the phone. “Don’t send it!”

Arguing privately…

And tattling?

And doing it right in front of everyone???

Tang Xin held onto her phone firmly, jumping back to avoid Huang Siyi. Then, glancing at her phone, she smiled sweetly. “Too late—it’s already sent.”