The two of them avoided the bustling crowd and went to the office where Li Chunhua was still on the phone.

"You guys wait for a moment..."

Sister Hua gestured to them, then continued to listen to the phone while jotting down notes in her notebook.

The two could only sit down on the sofa to wait.

Li Chunhua's office was next to Xu Qingqiu's, and its overall layout was quite similar to hers.

The only difference was that Sister Hua had a whole wall of bookshelves beside her desk, filled with a variety of books and materials.

When she finally finished, Xu Qingqiu quickly handed her the meal she had brought.

"Sister Hua, you should eat first. Didn't you skip lunch again?"

Li Chunhua glanced at the fast food on the table and shook her head with a resigned smile.

"Who has time? It's been insanely busy; I never thought it would be this busy."

As she spoke, she pointed to the heaping pile of documents on the table. "Look at all this: concert wrap-up tasks, album revenue collection and payment for additional printing, the company's various reports, equipment procurement for the department..."

Saying this, she couldn't help but rub her forehead, a helpless expression on her face.

"Looks like I'm really not cut out for management. I thought being an agent was busy enough, but I never imagined running a company would involve so many tasks."

Xu Qingqiu also felt a mix of helplessness and embarrassment.

The studio was hers, but she didn't know how to manage it either.

And even if she did, Li Chunhua wouldn't have agreed.

After all, Xu Qingqiu was the pillar and core of the entire company. Her real battleground was in the singer field.

Pulling her over to be the boss would be putting the cart before the horse.

"There will always be endless work. Just eat first. We can continue the work later."

Xu Qingqiu kept persuading her, and Li Chunhua hesitated for a moment.

"Alright. But before eating, let's talk about your matters first."

Since she put it that way, Xu Qingqiu had to comply.

"Sure. I didn't hear everything clearly over the phone earlier. What exactly are my upcoming tasks?"

"Here, all of this. Take a look, one thing at a time."

Sister Hua directly picked up a stack of documents from beside her and placed them in front of Xu Qingqiu, saying with a hint of schadenfreude, "See? I'm busy, and you won't be idle either. Have a look for yourself first."

"Ah? There's so much?"

It wasn't just a lot. This pile of documents contained a mix of everything imaginable: bound A4 paper proposals, beautifully printed booklets, magazines, scripts, and all sorts of charts and tables.

"Start with this one. It's Lemon TV's New Year's Eve party proposal. Preparation hasn't started yet; this is just a basic plan. You'll need to perform one song solo, and we can discuss the song's content later."

Sister Hua picked up a bound proposal from the top and handed it to her.

"There's also some information in your email. I've forwarded it to you. You can take a closer look later."

Xu Qingqiu accepted the proposal and glanced through it, then asked curiously, "Didn't New Year's Eve party preparations always start only a month in advance before? Why so early this year?"

Sister Hua glanced at her resignedly. "What do you think? It's because you're popular enough."

She pursed her lips, a smirk playing on them as she continued, "Everyone thinks that programs start preparations a month in advance, but in reality, some popular artists are booked long before that. It's like a competition: everyone wants to perform well to get selected, but some 'seed' players are actually predetermined even before it starts."

After saying this, she glanced at her proudly. "That's right, you're the one who's been pre-selected this time. How does it feel? Pretty awesome, isn't it?"

Ever since the rise of the high-traffic market, Li Chunhua hadn't felt this proud in a long time.

In the past, she always heard about how some top-tier celebrity was highly sought after by a program, with organizers throwing wads of cash to invite them.

She never thought Xu Qingqiu would also reach such a level, able to compete with top-tier celebrities.

"What's there to be so proud of? It just means I've done a good job. Without the support of so many fans, I wouldn't have made it this far."

"Come on, stop giving me the official spiel. That's too much."

"Hehe, didn't you teach me that?"

"When did I teach you this? I told you to be cautious with your words, not to spout nonsense and ruin my reputation."

Xu Qingqiu was unfazed by the eye-roll she received.

"Anything else? I feel like there's more here than what you told me."

Looking at the roughly thirty-centimeter-high stack of documents on the table, Xu Qingqiu knitted her brows.

"You're right, there's indeed more than I mentioned. But some of the stuff inside is quite complex. I'll explain them one by one."

Sister Hua took the documents, spread them out, and pointed to them one by one as she spoke, "This is the invitation for the Weibo Annual Ceremony. You'll have to give them an answer later. They want songs that are positive, striving, and inspirational. We can decide the specifics later. Most of your songs fit this bill, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"This one is about song licensing. You'll need to discuss it with the songwriter, Youmeng... Chu Tian, you should listen too, as this licensing will also require your agreement. These documents here are all related."

Chu Tian was browsing through the previous night's Weibo posts on the sofa. What's it like to have the gossip turn to oneself?

His answer was that he felt nothing, as if he was already accustomed to it. Perhaps due to experiences from a past life, he could view it all with detachment.

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