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

For a mother, a child’s flaws must always come from the father’s side.

“Alright.” You Aolan felt it was about time to end the conversation and summed it up with a final statement.

“Once you go back, take good care of your mother. If you face any difficulties, contact me directly. There’s no need to feel embarrassed. For me, this is called an investment. I’ll earn back every penny you owe me.”

Her level of honesty made Lin Suyan feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, yet the heavy burden in his heart finally eased.

Straightforwardness is good. It seems that Sister Lan is quite down-to-earth, Lin Suyan thought silently.

Little did he know that he had already stepped into the fire pit, and even when it would later burn him, he would still accept it willingly.

When he returned to the hospital, he truthfully recounted everything to his mother. After all, he had only graduated less than a year ago and hadn’t been taught the harsh lessons of society yet, still quite naive.

Although Lin’s mother was a rural woman, the fact that she had raised her son all by herself, settled in the city, and supported him through college shows she was far from inexperienced—her intuition was sharp.

In her past life, she passed away early and couldn’t plan for her son. But now, this butterfly effect had changed everything. As long as she was alive, Lin Suyan would not let himself fall into despair.

“Yan, listen to your mother,” she said, gesturing for him to stop feeding her fruit. Her tone was earnest. “Good people are rare, but we should always think positively. You must repay this debt, no question about it. As for how to judge the situation, I trust you.”

“Me?” Lin Suyan was stunned.

“You’re a grown-up now, no longer a child who needs to ask his mother’s opinion on everything,” she glared at him.

After this hospitalization, she realized that her son needed to be more independent. During her illness, he’d been like a headless chicken, unable to handle anything. It was even a kind-hearted nurse who helped him pay the hospital bills in the beginning. That couldn’t continue!

My son can’t end up like his spineless father.

“So, tell me, what do you think?”

“Well…” Lin Suyan paused, his voice deep. “I still want to give it a shot. I want to know if I’m really cut out for this. It’s my dream. Even if I make a wrong decision, it will still be a valuable experience. I won’t regret it.”

“Good, as long as you have that mindset, your mother will support whatever you do.”

“Mom…” His nose tingled, but he held back his tears.

He understood his mother’s worries and promised himself that he would grow up quickly and mature soon.

“Here, Mom, have some more fruit. It’ll give you vitamins.”

…

You Aolan pinched the bridge of her nose.

She paused her review of location proposals, mentally simulating the construction plans. The more she thought about it, the more it felt lacking.

Artists were lacking, fame was lacking, employees were lacking.

Everything was lacking.

Creating her own entertainment empire was far more exhausting than just becoming a manager at someone else’s company.

Just then, her secretary knocked on the door.

“Come in,” You Aolan adjusted her expression slightly, concealing all signs of fatigue.

“Ms. You, the company registration process has been completed as you instructed. Here are the business license and official seal,” the secretary handed them over respectfully.

She had a deep-seated fear of You Aolan, hidden well beneath her surface.

To have reached her current position, she was one of the few employees who truly understood the ruthless undercurrents within the company.

She also knew that You’s methods were far more clever than anyone could imagine.

To secure her position within the company, she had to be both obedient and competent, ensuring she couldn’t be replaced.

“I’ll complete the rest of the tasks within 24 hours, and we should be ready to operate in two days.”

You Aolan didn’t say much. She accepted the documents and took a careful look.

“Aohuang.”

A name she had personally chosen.

The “Ao” from her name symbolized pride, and “Huang” represented brilliance—a reflection of her aspirations for the entertainment empire she was about to build.

Proud and radiant.

From now on, introducing herself would be as “Aohuang Entertainment.” She hoped the name would leave a lasting impression—or rather, strike fear into people.

As for the unfulfilled promises from the past, this time, she would make sure they came true.

A faint smile flickered across her lips but quickly vanished, too quick to catch.

“Well done. I always trust you to get things done.” You Aolan casually remarked.

Her secretary didn’t seem proud of the praise. Instead, her expression became even more respectful. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it seemed like the angle of her bow had lowered slightly.

*Buzz—Buzz—*

Two short vibrations interrupted You Aolan’s thoughts. She picked up her phone and saw a message from her brother.

She had also enabled email notifications.

“Heh,” she chuckled softly, breaking the silence. There was a tone of affection in her voice that even she didn’t realize. “That kid.”

From the jumbled, almost incoherent email, You Aolan could sense her brother’s excitement and the underlying anxiety and fear hidden between the lines.

It was as if he had suddenly been hit by a pie falling from the sky, dizzy with disbelief.

He was also afraid that her sudden kindness was just a figment of his imagination, and that all he’d receive in the end was the same familiar look of disdain.

How could I have been so heartless back then?

You Aolan couldn’t help but ask herself, and that version of her from twenty years ago: How could you have ignored him for so many years?

To the point where her brother ended his life in a foreign land, without a sound…

But that was the past.

Her resentment faded, and the fierceness in her demeanor softened.

I won’t make the same mistake again.

As she thought of this, You Aolan suddenly recalled something.

In her previous life, it was only after her brother’s death that she discovered he had been donating to children’s welfare homes and had also sponsored many children who had lost their parents in car accidents.

Even though he couldn’t find his own salvation, he still tried to light a path for others.

After he passed, she continued his donations under his name, as a way to make amends and carry on his legacy.

But at this moment in time, her brother hadn’t yet adopted the hopeless alias of “The Forgotten Widow.”

Now that she remembered, she couldn’t just ignore it. It was also a gesture of her own goodwill.

“You, Dai,” You Aolan called out.

“I’m here,” her secretary responded immediately.

“Contact the finance department for me. From now on, we’ll make regular donations to this welfare home, and provide support for certain special groups.”

She scribbled the details on a piece of paper and handed it to the secretary, who accepted it with both hands.

Before the secretary could respond, You Aolan paused and added:

“Donations should also be made domestically,” she tapped her finger rhythmically on the desk, her tone calm. “Regular charity, no restrictions. Make sure the money goes where it’s supposed to, and don’t support freeloaders.”

She understood the deeper reasons behind her brother’s wish to help those special groups. Beyond seeking forgiveness, it was a personal obsession of his.

He would get better eventually.

So, there was no need to focus on any one group in particular—helping those in need as a whole was enough.

But if someone turned into a leech, only asking for money, there was no need to continue helping them.

As the company’s top secretary, Xiao Dai naturally understood the unspoken meaning in her boss’s words.

However, she did have one question.

“Ms. You, should the donations be made under a real name or anonymously?”

You Aolan thought for a moment, then smiled softly.

“Let’s use the name ‘Shutong’—the study companion.”

For a mother, any flaws in a child must come from the father’s side.

“Alright.” Yu Aolan felt it was time to wrap up the conversation and concluded with a final statement.

“When you return, take good care of your mother. If you encounter any difficulties, contact me directly. There’s no need to feel embarrassed. To me, this is an investment. I’ll make back every penny you owe me.”

Her blunt honesty left Lin Suyan feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, yet the heavy weight on his heart finally lightened.

Straightforwardness is a good trait. It seems Sister Lan is quite down-to-earth, Lin Suyan thought silently.

Little did he know he had already stepped into the fire pit, and even when it would later burn him, he would still accept it willingly.

When he returned to the hospital, he truthfully recounted everything to his mother. After all, he had graduated less than a year ago and hadn’t yet been taught the harsh lessons of society, still somewhat naive.

Although Lin’s mother was a rural woman, the fact that she had raised her son on her own, settled in the city, and supported him through college showed she was far from inexperienced—her intuition was sharp.

In her previous life, she passed away early and couldn’t plan for her son’s future. But now, this butterfly effect had changed everything. As long as she was alive, Lin Suyan wouldn’t allow himself to fall into despair.

“Yan, listen to your mother,” she said, motioning for him to stop feeding her fruit. Her tone was earnest. “Good people are rare, but we should always remain hopeful. You must repay this debt, no doubt about it. As for how to handle the situation, I trust your judgment.”

“Me?” Lin Suyan was taken aback.

“You’re an adult now, no longer a child who needs to ask his mother’s opinion on everything,” she glared at him.

After being hospitalized, she realized that her son needed to become more independent. During her illness, he’d been like a headless chicken, unable to handle anything. It was even a kind nurse who initially helped him with the hospital bills. That couldn’t continue!

My son can’t end up like his spineless father.

“So, tell me, what do you think?”

“Well…” Lin Suyan hesitated, his voice deep. “I still want to give it a shot. I want to know if I’m really suited for this. It’s my dream. Even if I make a wrong decision, it’ll still be a valuable experience. I won’t regret it.”

“Good, as long as you have that mindset, your mother will support whatever you choose.”

“Mom…” His nose tingled, but he held back his tears.

He understood his mother’s concerns and vowed to grow up quickly and mature soon.

“Here, Mom, have some more fruit. It’ll give you vitamins.”

…

Yu Aolan pinched the bridge of her nose.

She paused her review of location proposals, mentally simulating the construction plans. The more she thought about it, the more it felt lacking.

Artists were lacking, fame was lacking, employees were lacking.

Everything was lacking.

Building her own entertainment empire was far more exhausting than just being a manager at someone else’s company.

Just then, her secretary knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Yu Aolan adjusted her expression slightly, hiding all signs of fatigue.

“Ms. Yu, the company registration process has been completed as per your instructions. Here are the business license and official seal,” the secretary handed them over respectfully.

She had a deeply ingrained fear of Yu Aolan, well hidden beneath her surface.

To have reached her current position, she was one of the few employees who truly understood the ruthless undercurrents within the company.

She also knew that Yu’s methods were far more shrewd than anyone could imagine.

To secure her position within the company, she had to be both obedient and competent, ensuring she couldn’t be replaced.

“I’ll complete the remaining tasks within 24 hours, and we should be ready to operate in two days.”

Yu Aolan didn’t say much. She accepted the documents and took a careful look.

“Aohuang.”

A name she had personally chosen.

The “Ao” from her name symbolized pride, and “Huang” represented brilliance—a reflection of her aspirations for the entertainment empire she was about to build.

Proud and radiant.

From now on, introducing herself would be as “Aohuang Entertainment.” She hoped the name would leave a lasting impression—or rather, strike fear into people.

As for the unfulfilled promises from the past, this time, she would make sure they came true.

A faint smile flickered across her lips but quickly vanished, too quick to catch.

“Well done. I always trust you to get things done.” Yu Aolan remarked casually.

Her secretary didn’t seem proud of the praise. Instead, her expression became even more respectful. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it seemed like the angle of her bow had lowered slightly.

*Buzz—Buzz—*

Two short vibrations interrupted Yu Aolan’s thoughts. She picked up her phone and saw a message from her brother.

She had also enabled email notifications.

“Heh,” she chuckled softly, breaking the silence. There was a tone of affection in her voice that even she didn’t realize. “That kid.”

From the jumbled, almost incoherent email, Yu Aolan could sense her brother’s excitement and the underlying anxiety and fear hidden between the lines.

It was as if he had suddenly been hit by a pie falling from the sky, dizzy with disbelief.

He was also afraid that her sudden kindness was just a figment of his imagination, and that all he’d receive in the end was the same familiar look of disdain.

How could I have been so heartless back then?

Yu Aolan couldn’t help but ask herself, and that version of her from twenty years ago: How could you have ignored him for so many years?

To the point where her brother ended his life in a foreign land, without a sound…

But that was the past.

Her resentment faded, and the fierceness in her demeanor softened.

I won’t make the same mistake again.

As she thought of this, Yu Aolan suddenly recalled something.

In her previous life, it was only after her brother’s death that she discovered he had been donating to children’s welfare homes and had also sponsored many children who had lost their parents in car accidents.

Even though he couldn’t find his own salvation, he still tried to light a path for others.

After he passed, she continued his donations under his name, as a way to make amends and carry on his legacy.

But at this moment in time, her brother hadn’t yet adopted the hopeless alias of “The Forgotten Widow.”

Now that she remembered, she couldn’t just ignore it. It was also a gesture of her own goodwill.

“Yu Dai,” Yu Aolan called out.

“I’m here,” her secretary responded immediately.

“Contact the finance department for me. From now on, we’ll make regular donations to this welfare home and provide support for certain special groups.”

She scribbled the details on a piece of paper and handed it to the secretary, who accepted it with both hands.

Before the secretary could respond, Yu Aolan paused and added:

“Donations should also be made domestically,” she tapped her finger rhythmically on the desk, her tone calm. “Regular charity, no restrictions. Make sure the money goes where it’s supposed to, and don’t support freeloaders.”

She understood the deeper reasons behind her brother’s wish to help those special groups. Beyond seeking forgiveness, it was a personal obsession of his.

He would get better eventually.

So, there was no need to focus on any one group in particular—helping those in need as a whole was enough.

But if someone turned into a leech, only asking for money, there was no need to continue helping them.

As the company’s top secretary, Xiao Dai naturally understood the unspoken meaning in her boss’s words.

However, she did have one question.

“Ms. Yu, should the donations be made under a real name or anonymously?”

Yu Aolan thought for a moment, then smiled softly.

“Let’s use the name ‘Shutong’—the study companion.”