I Dominate the Entertainment Industry Through Top-Tier Star-Making

Ding! You have a new private message.

Faced with You Ao Lan’s statement, Cheng Yi, for once, found himself unable to argue.

If that was truly her intention, then it wasn’t entirely unprofessional, he thought.

“So, what are you planning to do next?” Cheng Yi’s expression grew serious as he started considering the possibilities for her.

“Just a few things: finding a location, registering the company, and signing talent. Of course, the last part is the most important.”

You Ao Lan already had a rough plan in mind. Once she refined it, it would be a fully developed strategy.

“Cheng Yi, aren’t you planning to get involved? It’s a huge market.”

Cheng Yi shook his head. “I don’t understand that industry.”

He wouldn’t dive into something he neither understood nor was skilled at.

His response was just as she had expected. You Ao Lan teased him mercilessly.

“You’re just too conservative,” she remarked. He had been dull since childhood, like a closed book.

It was only thanks to their families’ close relationship that Cheng Yi even had a friend. Although, she wasn’t much better herself.

Cheng Yi remained silent.

Unlike the You family, his didn’t have loyal elders to help manage the company. Just the current business plans and the restless older generation were enough to give Cheng Yi constant headaches.

He’d let Ao Lan expand the territory. His priority was holding on to what they already had.

“You’re right. But since the You and Cheng families are so closely tied, you can just invest when the time comes and wait for the dividends.”

This was something You Ao Lan had planned from the start. In her past life, Cheng Yi had always been her most steadfast supporter. To repay him, she intended to give him a “little gift.”

But first, her plan to break into the entertainment industry had to succeed—failure was not an option.

“Alright,” Cheng Yi nodded, his stern expression softening slightly.

After seeing that You Ao Lan was doing relatively well, Cheng Yi’s worry lessened.

You Ao Lan had her own matters to attend to, and she didn’t bother with formalities as she prepared to leave.

As she headed out, she casually joked, “This time, Xiao Chen didn’t brew the tea as well as before. Next time, have him make an extra cup as punishment.”

“Xiao Chen?” Cheng Yi, his hands already on the keyboard, turned his head in confusion upon hearing her remark.

You Ao Lan hadn’t realized her mistake yet. But the moment she opened the door and saw Secretary Xiao Wang waiting outside, a cold sweat instantly broke out.

Damn it, I forgot Cheng Yi hasn’t changed secretaries yet!

Her panic only lasted a moment before she forced herself to calm down. Turning back with a smile, she said, “Look at me, I didn’t sleep well last night and got a bit muddled. I meant Xiao Wang, but I called him Xiao Chen.”

Cheng Yi didn’t doubt her explanation. He kindly said, “Go home and get some rest. Don’t neglect your health while you’re young.”

“I got it, I got it, Grandpa Cheng, don’t be so naggy.” You Ao Lan waved her hand, and with that, she left the office.

Cheng Yi shook his head, letting out a soft sigh.

There was nothing he could do about her.

Still, how odd that Ao Lan, who never made mistakes with names, had done so today. Could she really be that tired?

Speaking of secretaries, Cheng Yi had indeed been considering making a change. Although Xiao Wang was highly capable, she had developed certain ambitions that were starting to affect a few business deals.

This was a serious offense in Cheng Yi’s eyes.

He decided it would be better to switch to a male secretary. It wasn’t that he was biased against female secretaries, but with business getting busier, keeping her on would complicate things when the time came to transfer her. It would be much easier to untangle everything if he made the switch now. Once the replacement was in place, he wouldn’t need to worry as much about these issues.

With his decision made, Cheng Yi stopped thinking about the matter and immersed himself in his work.

Meanwhile, after leaving the office, You Ao Lan gave herself a mental wake-up call.

Unless absolutely necessary, she must never reveal her secret of being reborn to anyone.

Today had been a dangerously careless mistake.

Fortunately, Cheng Yi was rigid and wouldn’t overthink things. He probably just chalked it up to her misspeaking.

You Ao Lan rubbed her forehead, planning to review her memories thoroughly after returning home. There was no reason for her to have made such a rookie error.

To ensure nothing was wrong with her health, she called in a trusted family doctor for a check-up, and after confirming everything was fine…

Once she had secured her physical and mental well-being, Yu Aolan finally felt at ease to recall her past life and record important events.

She knew better than anyone else that the body is the foundation of revolution.

For security reasons, all of her records were kept in her mind. Using paper or electronic devices risked the possibility of leaks.

There was no rush regarding her brother; that needed to be handled gradually. Still, after some thought, Yu Aolan sent him an email.

Following the timeline, her most urgent task now was to sign Lin Suoyan—the once-prodigious music producer.

She had to change his fate before he made a fatal, life-altering decision.

Years ago, Lin Suoyan had been forced to sell all his painstakingly crafted compositions at a low price to a self-proclaimed musical genius, due to his inability to pay for his mother’s surgery after a sudden car accident.

With these high-quality “original works,” that artist gradually established a foothold in the entertainment industry. To maintain his image, he increasingly tightened his control and exploitation over Lin Suoyan, squeezing every last bit of value from him. Eventually, Lin Suoyan, burdened by the death of his mother due to overwork, succumbed to depression and passed away.

Without a source of inspiration, the artist had no choice but to transition to acting. He even fabricated an excellent excuse, claiming that the passing of a family elder had caused him to stop songwriting.

Don’t ask why. If anyone questioned it, his answer was always that this elder had been his musical inspiration, and composing music now only brought him pain and depression.

Whether people believed him or not didn’t matter—the fans believed him. They even supported and encouraged his career shift.

Thanks to the skillful maneuvering of his agent, who secured a good script, the artist enjoyed a brief surge in popularity due to his charming role. His career only grew from there, and he eventually became a household name.

No one knew how many skeletons he had stepped over to reach his current fame.

No one knew that the songs that moved so many hearts actually belonged to someone else.

The truly brilliant star had flared for a brief moment before falling.

Back then, Yu Aolan had often felt a deep sense of regret for the young man.

She had listened to the songs Lin Suoyan had once posted online—they were astonishing, moving, pure, and magical. There were countless ways to describe him; he was like an endless treasure trove, and one could never predict what gem he would reveal next.

Sadly, his fate had been full of misfortune, and he had only briefly shone in the music world.

But what if I could sign him? How many surprises could he bring? How many timeless works could he create?

Yu Aolan would never let go of such a key figure. With him on board, the company would never lack song resources.

She knew that her actions would inevitably cause a butterfly effect, but rebirth itself was already the greatest gift heaven had given her. If she wasted the time she had been given by standing still, she would lose respect for herself.

She only wanted to make her rebirth more meaningful—not only giving herself a second chance but also offering those who deserved to shine an opportunity to change their fates.

Besides, what was a little butterfly effect? The mighty Yu Group couldn’t possibly fear such a minor risk, could it?

“I’m already luckier than most,” she reminded herself.

Yu Aolan unlocked her phone and downloaded the Ting Music app, a popular music platform where many independent artists uploaded their work.

Using her memory, she quickly found Lin Suoyan’s account and sent him a private message through the app’s interface.

As for when she would receive a reply and what the outcome would be, that was no longer her concern.

Opportunities are only for those who know how to seize them. 

Ding! You have a new private message.

Faced with You Ao Lan’s statement, Cheng Yi, for once, found himself unable to argue.

If that was truly her intention, then it wasn’t entirely unprofessional, he thought.

“So, what are you planning to do next?” Cheng Yi’s expression grew serious as he started considering the possibilities for her.

“Just a few things: finding a location, registering the company, and signing talent. Of course, the last part is the most important.”

You Ao Lan already had a rough plan in mind. Once she refined it, it would be a fully developed strategy.

“Cheng Yi, aren’t you planning to get involved? It’s a huge market.”

Cheng Yi shook his head. “I don’t understand that industry.”

He wouldn’t dive into something he neither understood nor was skilled at.

His response was just as she had expected. You Ao Lan teased him mercilessly.

“You’re just too conservative,” she remarked. He had been dull since childhood, like a closed book.

It was only thanks to their families’ close relationship that Cheng Yi even had a friend. Although, she wasn’t much better herself.

Cheng Yi remained silent.

Unlike the You family, his didn’t have loyal elders to help manage the company. Just the current business plans and the restless older generation were enough to give Cheng Yi constant headaches.

He’d let Ao Lan expand the territory. His priority was holding on to what they already had.

“You’re right. But since the You and Cheng families are so closely tied, you can just invest when the time comes and wait for the dividends.”

This was something You Ao Lan had planned from the start. In her past life, Cheng Yi had always been her most steadfast supporter. To repay him, she intended to give him a “little gift.”

But first, her plan to break into the entertainment industry had to succeed—failure was not an option.

“Alright,” Cheng Yi nodded, his stern expression softening slightly.

After seeing that You Ao Lan was doing relatively well, Cheng Yi’s worry lessened.

You Ao Lan had her own matters to attend to, and she didn’t bother with formalities as she prepared to leave.

As she headed out, she casually joked, “This time, Xiao Chen didn’t brew the tea as well as before. Next time, have him make an extra cup as punishment.”

“Xiao Chen?” Cheng Yi, his hands already on the keyboard, turned his head in confusion upon hearing her remark.

You Ao Lan hadn’t realized her mistake yet. But the moment she opened the door and saw Secretary Xiao Wang waiting outside, a cold sweat instantly broke out.

Damn it, I forgot Cheng Yi hasn’t changed secretaries yet!

Her panic only lasted a moment before she forced herself to calm down. Turning back with a smile, she said, “Look at me, I didn’t sleep well last night and got a bit muddled. I meant Xiao Wang, but I called him Xiao Chen.”

Cheng Yi didn’t doubt her explanation. He kindly said, “Go home and get some rest. Don’t neglect your health while you’re young.”

“I got it, I got it, Grandpa Cheng, don’t be so naggy.” You Ao Lan waved her hand, and with that, she left the office.

Cheng Yi shook his head, letting out a soft sigh.

There was nothing he could do about her.

Still, how odd that Ao Lan, who never made mistakes with names, had done so today. Could she really be that tired?

Speaking of secretaries, Cheng Yi had indeed been considering making a change. Although Xiao Wang was highly capable, she had developed certain ambitions that were starting to affect a few business deals.

This was a serious offense in Cheng Yi’s eyes.

He decided it would be better to switch to a male secretary. It wasn’t that he was biased against female secretaries, but with business getting busier, keeping her on would complicate things when the time came to transfer her. It would be much easier to untangle everything if he made the switch now. Once the replacement was in place, he wouldn’t need to worry as much about these issues.

With his decision made, Cheng Yi stopped thinking about the matter and immersed himself in his work.

Meanwhile, after leaving the office, You Ao Lan gave herself a mental wake-up call.

Unless absolutely necessary, she must never reveal her secret of being reborn to anyone.

Today had been a dangerously careless mistake.

Fortunately, Cheng Yi was rigid and wouldn’t overthink things. He probably just chalked it up to her misspeaking.

You Ao Lan rubbed her forehead, planning to review her memories thoroughly after returning home. There was no reason for her to have made such a rookie error.

To ensure nothing was wrong with her health, she called in a trusted family doctor for a check-up, and after confirming everything was fine…

Once she had secured her physical and mental well-being, Yu Aolan finally felt at ease to recall her past life and record important events.

She knew better than anyone else that the body is the foundation of revolution.

For security reasons, all of her records were kept in her mind. Using paper or electronic devices risked the possibility of leaks.

There was no rush regarding her brother; that needed to be handled gradually. Still, after some thought, Yu Aolan sent him an email.

Following the timeline, her most urgent task now was to sign Lin Suoyan—the once-prodigious music producer.

She had to change his fate before he made a fatal, life-altering decision.

Years ago, Lin Suoyan had been forced to sell all his painstakingly crafted compositions at a low price to a self-proclaimed musical genius, due to his inability to pay for his mother’s surgery after a sudden car accident.

With these high-quality “original works,” that artist gradually established a foothold in the entertainment industry. To maintain his image, he increasingly tightened his control and exploitation over Lin Suoyan, squeezing every last bit of value from him. Eventually, Lin Suoyan, burdened by the death of his mother due to overwork, succumbed to depression and passed away.

Without a source of inspiration, the artist had no choice but to transition to acting. He even fabricated an excellent excuse, claiming that the passing of a family elder had caused him to stop songwriting.

Don’t ask why. If anyone questioned it, his answer was always that this elder had been his musical inspiration, and composing music now only brought him pain and depression.

Whether people believed him or not didn’t matter—the fans believed him. They even supported and encouraged his career shift.

Thanks to the skillful maneuvering of his agent, who secured a good script, the artist enjoyed a brief surge in popularity due to his charming role. His career only grew from there, and he eventually became a household name.

No one knew how many skeletons he had stepped over to reach his current fame.

No one knew that the songs that moved so many hearts actually belonged to someone else.

The truly brilliant star had flared for a brief moment before falling.

Back then, Yu Aolan had often felt a deep sense of regret for the young man.

She had listened to the songs Lin Suoyan had once posted online—they were astonishing, moving, pure, and magical. There were countless ways to describe him; he was like an endless treasure trove, and one could never predict what gem he would reveal next.

Sadly, his fate had been full of misfortune, and he had only briefly shone in the music world.

But what if I could sign him? How many surprises could he bring? How many timeless works could he create?

Yu Aolan would never let go of such a key figure. With him on board, the company would never lack song resources.

She knew that her actions would inevitably cause a butterfly effect, but rebirth itself was already the greatest gift heaven had given her. If she wasted the time she had been given by standing still, she would lose respect for herself.

She only wanted to make her rebirth more meaningful—not only giving herself a second chance but also offering those who deserved to shine an opportunity to change their fates.

Besides, what was a little butterfly effect? The mighty Yu Group couldn’t possibly fear such a minor risk, could it?

“I’m already luckier than most,” she reminded herself.

Yu Aolan unlocked her phone and downloaded the Ting Music app, a popular music platform where many independent artists uploaded their work.

Using her memory, she quickly found Lin Suoyan’s account and sent him a private message through the app’s interface.

As for when she would receive a reply and what the outcome would be, that was no longer her concern.

Opportunities are only for those who know how to seize them.