Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1511 - 1485: The Client Is a Child

"What’s the matter?" Ye Chen asked.

Originally, he thought Tong Xiaoya was going to tell him that Zhang Mou was very optimistic about him and such.

"Teacher Tang Qiang has been hospitalized; now the film has no lead actor."

Tong Xiaoya said, sounding depressed.

"How did that happen?"

Ye Chen was a bit surprised upon hearing this.

He had previously seen Ye Chen’s surprised expression in front of Tang Qiang’s acting skills.

He knew this old guy must be angry, but he didn’t expect this old guy to have such a big temper that he directly ended up in the hospital.

"Wasn’t he doing fine when I was around?"

Ye Chen asked.

"Indeed, but after he heard Director Zhang was going to replace him as the lead actor, he got so angry his heart condition relapsed, and we’ve already sent him to the hospital. I’m afraid he won’t be out in ten days or half a month."

"Tang Qiang sure loves getting angry."

"Yeah, that’s true, but your previous performance was also quite infuriating."

Tong Xiaoya reminded him.

"Really? I didn’t feel that way. I was just being honest on set."

"Yes, you know Tang Qiang always prides himself on his acting skills, but you hit him where he felt proudest. Of course, he’d be upset."

"What about your film? I guess you have to wait until he’s discharged, right?"

Ye Chen asked.

"Either way, I’m not concerned. You got us into this mess, so you’re responsible for it."

"Xiaoya, make it clear. Saying it like that easily leads to misunderstandings, makes people think I did something to you."

"You dare to say that! This is my debut work, and now, thanks to you, the shooting has to be halted."

Tong Xiaoya said persistently.

Ye Chen also felt a bit embarrassed. He came to help but ended up angering the lead actor into hospitalization.

"I didn’t mean to. How was I supposed to know this old guy gets mad so easily?"

"Ye Chen, tell me what we should do. My rental for the location costs quite a bit each day, and if things continue like this, it’s going to be expensive, plus my funds are limited."

Ye Chen originally thought about investing in the film, but reconsidered, knowing Tong Xiaoya’s personality would surely reject it.

Before Ye Chen spoke, Tong Xiaoya chimed in.

"Since you can’t think of a solution, I have an idea."

"Tell me, what’s your idea?"

"You’ll be the lead actor of this movie. Hurry back, and the filming can proceed as usual, so I won’t suffer any losses."

Ye Chen figured it out. She was trying to get him to be the lead actor all along.

No way he’d fall for that.

"Xiaoya, what did you say? My signal here isn’t good."

Ye Chen could only use this excuse now. Having already refused before, there was no way he’d go back now.

Besides, if Su Wanyi found out that Ye Chen helped another entertainment company make a movie, she’d certainly blame him.

Before, Su Wanyi suggested he become an actor, but Ye Chen declined.

He wants to work behind the scenes; he doesn’t want fame at all.

Tong Xiaoya heard no response and stomped her foot hard.

"That Ye Chen is so cunning. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let him go."

At this moment, she felt a bit regretful. In reality, Tang Qiang hadn’t been hospitalized; it was all made up by Tong Xiaoya to deceive Ye Chen.

Just to make him feel guilty and agree to be the lead actor in the film.

However, Ye Chen ultimately refused.

Though Tang Qiang did feel angry because of Ye Chen, which caused his heart condition to flare up, it wasn’t serious, and hospitalization wasn’t necessary.

Therefore, the filming could proceed as usual.

Ye Chen knew that with Zhang Mou and Tong Xiaoya’s capabilities, they could certainly resolve this issue.

He put down the phone, pondering how to shape Wang Hao next.

Currently, Wang Hao’s fame has risen due to his solo concert, and Ye Chen wants to capitalize on it.

Ye Chen decided to tailor a movie for Wang Hao.

Shooting a TV drama is lengthy; film is different.

But filming now would seem like a competition with Tong Xiaoya.

This gave Ye Chen a headache.

Suddenly, a system notification sounded in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations on receiving a Worldwide Delivery order. Would you like to accept?"

Ye Chen responded: "Accept."

Thanks to the system prompt, he learned this time the client was a child.

Earlier, he remembers delivering to Nezha; he wonders who it is this time?

Though the system didn’t specify the client’s preferences, Ye Chen decided to take a chance himself.

He changed into some clothes, hit the street, and bought a string of sticky rice candied haws.

This time, he didn’t ride any transportation; he took the bought items to a deserted spot.

A wormhole appeared in front of him.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and walked inside.

Upon reopening his eyes, he found himself in a new world.

More precisely, it was a residence.

"Who are you?" a young voice sounded in his ears.

A child stood in front of him, holding a pen, looking at Ye Chen curiously.

Ye Chen looked around then at the child and said, "Hello little one, I’m Ye Chen, a Worldwide Delivery courier."

"I have a name, it’s Wang Xianzhi," the child said.

Upon hearing the name, Ye Chen showed a surprised look toward him.

Could this child be the son of the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi?

He is Wang Xizhi’s seventh son, forming "The Two Wangs" along with his father, and stands out in calligraphy as well.

"Still, what kind of person is a courier?" Wang Xianzhi opened his mouth, ignoring Ye Chen’s surprise.

"Well, you wouldn’t understand even if I explained. Anyway, I’m here to deliver something tasty." Ye Chen said, scratching his head.

As he spoke, he handed the candied haws to the child.

Wang Xianzhi took it and began eating.

But after one bite, he suddenly put it down and sighed.

Ye Chen thought children would be very excited to have something tasty, but Wang Xianzhi was different.

"What’s wrong? Why do you look so glum?" Ye Chen asked.

"Big brother, I want to go out and play, but my father insists I have to finish writing in all eighteen vats before he lets me go out." Wang Xianzhi sighed.

"I thought it was something big. That’s very easy, leave it to me!" Ye Chen said with a smile.

He also felt that such a young child being cooped up at home, only practicing calligraphy with no fun, was rather sad.

"Ah, never mind. I know Dad wants the best for me. Suffering hardship is the path to success. Father went through it at my age, and others say his high proficiency in calligraphy was due to hard practice. I want to be like Dad," Wang Xianzhi lamented.