After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 572 - 570 Happy Collaboration

No, to be precise, if he wanted to blame anyone, it should be the backer behind him. It was their idea in the first place to seduce Lu Zhaozhao.

If it weren’t for that suggestion, he wouldn’t have seduced Lu Zhaozhao on set and none of this would have happened.

Ultimately, it’s the agent’s greed to blame. All of this is their fault; he has nothing to do with it.

The agent’s expression darkened, "You want money?"

Zhao Qingfeng’s demeanor didn’t surprise him much.

After all, having worked with Zhao Qingfeng for so many years, how could he not know what kind of person he was?

He just hadn’t expected Zhao Qingfeng to be so blunt, directly threatening him.

The agent’s cheek twitched slightly, and his gaze towards Zhao Qingfeng became severe.

"You don’t need to look at me like that. When disaster strikes, everyone’s for themselves," Zhao Qingfeng shrugged. "You were the one who easily abandoned me just now."

The agent was almost amused by Zhao Qingfeng’s audacity.

He abandoned him?

Wasn’t this all his own doing? How did the blame get shifted onto him?

When that mysterious person made the request, he had advised Zhao Qingfeng to think thrice before acting.

But what did he do? Relying on his prior flawless play in the industry, he insisted on taking the job, and now who can he blame for screwing up?

Even if he had listened to him the last time he advised him,

He wouldn’t have ended up with these consequences. freēwēbnovel.com

At that time, Lu Zhaozhao had merely had someone rough him up. If he had swallowed that loss, the Song Group definitely wouldn’t have retaliated like they are now.

And what did he do? He went straight to the internet and slandered Lu Zhaozhao.

Who can he blame for all of this?

The agent sneered, "How much money do you want?"

Zhao Qingfeng frowned slightly, as if seriously considering, "I don’t ask for much, just give me a billion."

"Why don’t you just rob a bank?" the agent couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Zhao Qingfeng had only been in the circle for three to five years, rising from an eighteenth-tier to a third-tier actor.

The most money he gets in a year is at most twenty million—an already staggering amount.

And now he’s brazenly asking for a billion?

Zhao Qingfeng seemed to discern the agent’s thoughts as the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, "I might not be worth that much money, but aren’t you, as a prominent agent, worth this much? Isn’t your future worth this money?"

His implication was clear: if he didn’t give him this money, he would ruin him too.

Considering his career was already in ruins, he had nothing to lose—a barefooted man isn’t afraid of wearing shoes.

Zhao Qingfeng was certain the agent wouldn’t gamble with his future, so even if it meant giving him a billion, he would just eat the loss.

This agent was only able to climb the ranks after getting in with a female executive at their company.

As a leading agent in their company, he usually managed only artists with potential or those who were already popular.

He had been in the entertainment industry for a long time, had experience managing people, and had resources at hand.

The stars whom the agent had guided to fame were not just one or two, and he had much more money than he did.

A billion was nothing, to the agent it might be a bit painful, but it wouldn’t break him, which is why he dared to demand it.

The agent’s gaze at Zhao Qingfeng changed repeatedly, and finally, he gritted his teeth, "Fine, I can give you the money, but you have to keep your word."

Zhao Qingfeng looked at the agent contentedly, not at all feeling that he had agreed too easily.

He even thought it was because he had asked for less money, which is why his agent had agreed so readily.

The corners of Zhao Qingfeng’s mouth curled slightly, thinking of the easy one billion soon to be in his hands. He waved his hand at his agent and said, "There’s nothing for you here anymore, you can leave."

He didn’t want the agent lingering around and annoying him.

"Alright, then you rest up," the agent said with a deadpan face and left.

As soon as he left the hospital, the agent took out his cellphone and dialed an unfamiliar number.

It wasn’t long before the call was answered.

The agent’s face remained grim, "I agree to your terms, but you must assure me that Zhao Qingfeng never shows up in public again."

"Don’t worry, I never intended to let him appear in public again anyway. It’s just that you, the agent, are soft-hearted—which is why you haven’t made a move until now, right?"

The person on the other end of the line said this with a hint of mockery.

But the agent couldn’t find it in him to laugh.

He had not agreed at the time because, after all, he had worked with Zhao Qingfeng for several years.

He thought they could part on good terms, and since there hadn’t been any major conflicts between them before, he didn’t feel the need to kick a man while he was down.

Who would have thought that Zhao Qingfeng didn’t want to part on good terms?

He even tried to extort him before leaving, so the agent couldn’t be blamed for being ruthless.

Not initiating harm didn’t mean he couldn’t retaliate.

The agent took a deep breath, "This time my conscience is clear. Whatever you want to do, just go ahead, I’ll cooperate."

As for whether Zhao Qingfeng lived or died, it didn’t concern him anymore.

He wouldn’t feel any remorse for a backstabber.

The person on the other end of the line didn’t seem surprised at all, "Good, since you’ve made up your mind, I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

"Pleasant cooperation."

The agent hung up the call, looked up at the hospital room where Zhao Qingfeng was staying, and then decisively walked away.

Just when Zhao Qingfeng was waiting for the easy one billion to come his way, the hospital was besieged by the insane fans he had previously deceived...

In the dead of night at the Song Mansion.

Song Sinian looked at the message that came from Pei Huai on his phone, his expression indifferent.

He also had many people watching the hospital, so he was very clear about what was happening there now.

When Lu Zhaozhao called him that afternoon, he was a bit surprised, but he really liked the feeling of being relied on by Lu Zhaozhao.

His fingertips tapped on the phone screen, replying to Pei Huai, "It’s just a meal; you don’t have to be so nervous."

He had clearly arranged for someone to handle Zhao Qingfeng, yet Pei Huai had acted before him, dealing with the man with excessive brutality.

He expected Pei Huai to use this incident to seek credit from Xia Wenyan, but instead, Pei Huai came to him with a request, asking Lu Zhaozhao not to have meals with Xia Wenyan for the next couple of days.

Song Sinian’s eyebrows raised slightly, feeling that Pei Huai was somewhat making a mountain out of a molehill.

Soon after, Song Sinian received a message from Pei Huai.

[Zhaozhao said she will cook personally for Yanyan.]

"!!!"

Song Sinian’s dark eyes suddenly narrowed. He hadn’t yet tasted Zhaozhao’s cooking; why should Xia Wenyan?

Thinking this, he decisively sent a message back to Pei Huai, "Zhaozhao won’t have time to have meals with Xia Wenyan anymore."

The food made by his beloved wife’s own hands, absolutely cannot be given to other men!

Even if it’s her own brother, that’s unacceptable!