Listening to the "beep beep" on the phone, Sophie Yang couldn't help but show a hint of anger on her face.
In recent years, Cynthia Murong has become explosively popular all across China, and even has huge international influence. As her agent, Sophie Yang’s status has risen alongside her, and Cynthia trusts her completely—leaving endorsements and even scripts for her to handle.
Because of that, whether it’s film investors or ad sponsors, everyone treats her with extreme respect.
But now, a high school student actually hung up on her. Sure, that kid’s piano playing is impressive, but in this fast-paced society, piano fans are still a minority. In terms of fame, influence, and earning power, he’s nowhere near those established Piano Masters.
"Why? You’re just some newcomer who barely popped up—what gives you the right to hang up on me?"
With that thought, Sophie Yang dialed Ian Song’s number again.
But after just two rings, the other side cut her off again.
"What? He won’t even answer my call!"
Sophie Yang nearly lost it, so she dialed again.
Cut off again.
Sophie Yang took a deep breath, doing her best to suppress her anger. She had an idea—she had to get this kid to meet up, then ruthlessly humiliate him.
But realizing that calling his cell again wouldn’t work, this time she switched to the landline.
After two rings, he picked up.
"Ian Song, right? I’m Cynthia Murong’s agent, Yang—"
But before she could finish, Ian Song rudely cut her off: "Are you sick? I already said I’m busy, and you keep calling!"
Smack!
Hung up again!
Bang!
Sophie Yang finally couldn’t hold back her anger. She slammed the phone hard onto the floor.
Just then, Cynthia Murong walked into the room. Seeing Sophie’s dark face and heaving chest, she was surprised: "Sophie-jie, what happened? Who made you this mad?"
"Who else? That kid Ian Song! Four times, a full four times!" Sophie Yang said through gritted teeth.
Cynthia Murong looked at her suspiciously. "Four times? What do you mean?" At the same time, she grew extremely curious about Ian Song—anyone who could make Sophie-jie this mad had to have some skill.
Normally, Sophie Yang always kept a cold face in public, but she’d never actually lost her temper. This was the first time she’d ever lost her composure like this.
"That kid hung up on me four times—and even called me crazy!"
"What? No way! How could Ian Song do that? That’s so rude! Sophie-jie, come on, tell me what happened!"
After Cynthia Murong heard Sophie Yang’s explanation, she vaguely realized it was probably Sophie’s attitude that had caused the problem. Still, Sophie had run herself ragged for her over the years. Without her agent’s help, she wouldn’t be nearly as famous as she was today.
Since Sophie Yang and Ian Song had clashed, Cynthia could only give up on inviting him to play at her concert. But now she actually wanted to meet Ian Song even more—after all, there weren’t many people out there who dared treat her representative like she was nobody.
So, she hugged Sophie’s arm and comforted her: "It’s fine, Sophie-jie. I just won’t invite that rude guy to be my accompanist."
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Of course, Ian Song had no idea that superstar Cynthia Murong was now curious about him. At that moment, he was heading for the principal’s office.
He planned to ask the principal for a few days off to lay low. With all the attention on him, it was impossible to study normally at school anyway. He’d already mastered almost all the high-school material, so showing up or not didn’t really matter.
With a celebrity like Ian Song at Saint Night High, Harold Zhu was thrilled. Whenever Ian made the news, the school’s name got mentioned too, which meant Saint Night High was getting famous by association. Even Harold himself had been interviewed three or five times—though reporters mostly asked about Ian.
Still, he was happy to oblige.
Plus, word from the city had it that he might be promoted to deputy director of the Riverstone City Education Bureau.
So when Ian Song asked for leave, Harold Zhu only hesitated for a moment before agreeing. Still, he reminded Ian that the college entrance exam was coming up, so he shouldn’t slack off.
Ian promised confidently that he’d score at least 700 on every test from now on.
After leaving school, Ian flagged down a cab and told the driver to take him to the city’s hottest real estate development.
He was no longer an ordinary person, and he had plenty of secrets. Dorm life was getting inconvenient. Last time, a top assassin attacked him in the dorm, and their fight caused quite a commotion—eventually drawing in the dorm manager.
If the dorm manager had noticed the bullet holes in the wall, the police would probably have come to question him.
Clearly, it was time to buy a place of his own.
Plus, Ian Song wasn’t short on money, so he planned to buy a standalone villa.
The taxi stopped in front of the Central City International sales office. After paying, Ian walked straight inside.
At the front desk, five female sales agents were chatting.
When Ian walked in, the other four didn’t move, but a young woman with an intern badge came over with a sweet smile: "Hello sir, I’m Mona Li, an intern sales agent. Are you here to look at houses?"
"Yes." Ian nodded. "Do you still have any standalone villas available?"
"We do. Please follow me."
As Mona Li led Ian toward the villa district, the other four sales agents curled their lips in disdain.
One sneered, "Ha, looks like Mona Li landed a big client—going to look at villas!"
Another sales agent mocked, "Yeah right, that kid came by taxi. Buying a villa? I bet he can’t even afford a regular apartment!"
So Mona Li is just wasting her time!
She’s new—better to let her take a loss now, so she’ll learn the difference between a real customer and a fake one.
The sales agents weren’t bothering to lower their voices. Normally, no one would hear what they were saying, but Ian had excellent hearing and caught every word.
He frowned, then quickly relaxed, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Miss Li," Ian suddenly said.
"Yes, sir?" Mona Li replied with a smile.
"You’re still an intern sales agent, right?"
Mona Li nodded.
"If you sell a house, how much commission do you get?" Ian continued.
Mona Li hesitated a moment. "I’m still an intern, so I only get a 0.2% commission."
"If you sell a villa, can you become a full employee early?"
"Of course!"
"Great. Please show me that villa." Ian pointed to the model of the largest central villa in the district.