Chapter Ten: I Love You Too Deeply

“Once you’re done, come back quickly!”

At New York Airport, Liu Xiaoli, reluctant to part, urged Chen Siyuan.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take more than three days at most!”

Chen Siyuan kissed Liu Xiaoli’s forehead.

If he could, he wouldn’t want to leave the tender embrace.

After all, he was planning to give Liu Yifei a little brother.

The problem was that the ally he had sought, Wang Changtian, had rejected the olive branch he offered!

He wouldn’t even accept the bribe handed to him.

Wang Changtian was a bit too cautious!

But Wang’s refusal only strengthened Chen Siyuan’s resolve to win him over.

Only such a man could be a reliable pillar.

So Chen Siyuan decided to personally go to the capital to persuade Wang Changtian!

He was determined to secure this ally.

At this time, there were few direct flights from New York to the capital.

Chen Siyuan took a flight with Huaxia International Airlines.

First class.

No romantic encounters.

A slight regret.

After nearly fourteen hours of flying, Chen Siyuan finally arrived at the capital’s international airport.

Standing on the soil of the capital, Chen Siyuan was blinded by the wind.

Nervousness upon returning home?

Perhaps.

The capital was in the midst of rapid industrial development.

Coal consumption was soaring.

Car ownership was skyrocketing.

Traffic jams filled the streets with exhaust fumes.

Even the air carried that heavy haze.

Yet Chen Siyuan took a deep breath.

Three years—it had been three years since he last set foot on this land.

“Oh motherland, it’s not that I, a wanderer, don’t want to return, but that my love for you runs too deep.”

Chen Siyuan indulged in a moment of literary sentiment.

Only to be hit by a biting cold wind!

The motherland dealt this prodigal son a harsh slap.

“Boss!”

Rafael, Chen Siyuan’s assistant who felt he had let him down, waved vigorously.

Chen Siyuan tightened his Armani coat, shivering in the cold.

He had been careless!

Unexpectedly, Rafael suddenly unfolded a down jacket and draped it over Chen Siyuan.

Rafael had even prepared a down jacket for him!

Chen Siyuan glanced at it—it was Bossdown, a reputable brand.

This assistant was worth keeping.

“Rafael, have you arranged the meeting with Wang Changtian?”

Walking briskly toward the parking lot, he asked his assistant.

“Boss, it’s all set for tomorrow at ten in the morning, at a café downstairs from our hotel.”

Chen Siyuan nodded.

Rafael’s capability was impressive; this time, failure was not his fault.

They boarded the hotel’s limousine, heading straight to the Shangri-La Hotel.

Rafael had booked Chen Siyuan the presidential suite at Shangri-La, automatically elevating him to the hotel’s top-tier VIP status.

The service was exquisite all the way, entering through the VIP channel directly to the suite.

An exclusive butler ensured royal treatment.

But for Chen Siyuan, this was all routine.

A hundred years ago, the wealthy here were the masters.

In this era, the rich in America were the true masters.

After reporting his safe arrival to Liu Xiaoli, Chen Siyuan stayed in the hotel, watching Wang Changtian’s “Capital Express.”

Since 1995, Wang Changtian had been producing “Capital Express” for two years.

Those who doubted him at first had long since been silenced.

“Capital Express” had rapidly become the nation’s finest news program at an astonishing pace.

After watching, Chen Siyuan was impressed—Wang Changtian was truly talented.

Such a man could not be swayed by empty talk.

He was confident.

At ten the next morning, Chen Siyuan met Wang Changtian punctually at the café.

“Producer Wang, I’ve long admired you. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

Chen Siyuan’s flawless Beijing accent stunned Wang Changtian.

“Mr. Chen, are you Chinese?”

They shook hands and sat down, and only then did Wang voice his curiosity.

“My ancestors were from old Beijing. Due to certain circumstances, I moved to America. Honestly, this is my first time returning home.”

Chen Siyuan spoke with genuine emotion.

Wang, a journalist with a keen eye for character, could tell he was sincere.

“Mr. Chen, are you planning to develop your career here?”

Wang tentatively asked.

“Right now, my law firm in New York is at a crucial stage of growth, so I won’t be able to return immediately. But it should only be a matter of a couple of years.”

Wang fell silent for a moment. “How did you find out about me?”

This had troubled Wang for a long time.

Suddenly, foreign capital approached him.

He had feared espionage.

“I’m a lawyer by profession, but I have a strong interest in the culture and entertainment industry and many friends in that field. By chance, a friend mentioned your name.”

“My friend spoke very highly of you, saying you are the most knowledgeable person in domestic entertainment projects and destined to become a pillar of the cultural and entertainment circle.”

“I enjoy making friends, and hearing this made me eager to learn more about you. I soon realized my friend had actually underestimated you.”

Chen Siyuan spoke smoothly, flattering Wang to the point of embarrassment.

“Mr. Chen, you flatter me!”

Chen Siyuan shook his head. “Not at all. Producer Wang, what do you think the entertainment industry needs most?”

Wang was about to answer but was stopped by Chen Siyuan.

“Let’s play a little game.”

Chen Siyuan suddenly asked the waiter for two pens and two sheets of paper.

“Producer Wang, let’s write down our answers and see if our thoughts align.”

Wang’s eyes lit up—interesting.

He accepted the paper and pen, quickly writing down his answer.

Looking up, he saw Chen Siyuan had also finished.

They simultaneously pushed their notes to the center of the table.

“Promotion and dissemination.”

Apart from different handwriting, the content was exactly the same!

Wang was stunned.

How could this be?

“Producer Wang, it seems our thoughts are in perfect harmony!”

Chen Siyuan smiled faintly.

“Mr. Chen, what’s your view of the domestic entertainment industry?”

Wang became serious.

“Compared to America, our entertainment market is just beginning, but it’s growing rapidly. Artists and record companies all need a vibrant medium to quickly and comprehensively spread their latest news.”

“That’s exactly your strength, Producer Wang. That’s why I traveled all the way to the capital to find you.”

Inside, Wang was already overwhelmed by waves of emotion.

He never dreamed that across the ocean, someone’s ideas could resonate so deeply with his.

“Producer Wang, a single capital city television station is too limiting; it cannot bear your dreams!”