God is Being Pampered by the Group - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Eyes From All Quarters

Setting aside the external turmoil caused by Bai Yan for a moment, within a cramped one-bedroom apartment in an old residential district in Xingyang City, Bai Yan, Guan Zhou, the black cat, and Luo Miaoxi were all full and content after a sumptuous dinner.

Luo Miaoxi sprawled in her chair, watching Guan Zhou clear the messy dining table and following his silhouette as he headed into the kitchen to wash the dishes. She couldn’t help but remark:

“Brother Guan is just too virtuous and his cooking is so delicious. I wonder who will be lucky enough to become Brother Guan’s wife in the future.”

Just as she finished speaking, Guan Zhou walked out of the kitchen and said to her mercilessly, “Alright, it’s very late. It’s time for you to go home, little sister.”

Luo Miaoxi: “…” Kicking me out again!

Nevertheless, Luo Miaoxi sluggishly rose from her chair and said her goodbyes one by one. Even the black cat received a smiling “Bye-bye, Xiao Hei~” from the optimistic young girl.

The black cat: “…” You’re Xiao Hei! Your whole family is Xiao Hei!

Once Luo Miaoxi left, silence returned to the room.

Around 10:00 PM, Bai Yan emerged from the bathroom. His long, loose silver-white hair carried damp droplets of water that traced down his fair neck.

Seeing this, Guan Zhou familiarly and helplessly took a clean towel. He began to dry that beautiful, smooth silver hair for the silver-haired beauty, who had come out of the bath and sat on the sofa with complete disregard for it.

The soft towel rested on his head, gently pressing and rubbing. Guan Zhou gathered a handful of white strands; no matter how many times he saw it, he felt this silver hair was exceptionally beautiful much like Bai Yan himself, whose entire being seemed devoid of a single flaw.

Although Bai Yan existed as a deity and the troubles of humanity had nothing to do with him, when in Rome, it was best not to be too “anti-human.”

Well, actually, Bai Yan just didn’t like trouble.

Back in the other world, he would sometimes disguise himself as a human to walk among the mortals, yet he remained detached from the mundane world, witnessing the shifting sands of time.

A system of deities existed in that other world. Besides Bai Yan, there were other gods; however, Bai Yan was entirely different from them. He disliked strife, did not love war, and had almost zero desires.

Thus, as that world reached its end and the gods fell one by one, only he remained between heaven and earth until he vanished along with the world’s exhaustion.

Then, Bai Yan came here to this world that was similar to the original Earth, yet completely different.

Here, there were no deities, and thus he became the only god in this world.

At 11:00 PM, it was time for rest.

Guan Zhou watched Bai Yan enter the bedroom. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened; in a few strides, he lunged over to grab the black cat, which was trying to sneak into the bedroom after Bai Yan. He lifted it by the scruff and smiled at Bai Yan, who had turned his head to look:

“Good night.”

The black cat, dangling in mid-air with its long body still: “Good night, meow~”

Good night.

…

The next day, upon opening the livestream platform, Bai Yan’s account was hit by a bombardment of messages.

Seeing the rows of recruitment private messages in the backend, Guan Zhou was momentarily dazed. He casually browsed the content; most were from small companies trying to poach them, as well as studios and minor companies he had never even heard of.

In a sense, it was within expectations.

Although Bai Yan’s “overnight fame” was somewhat unexpected, Guan Zhou couldn’t help but feel a sense of reflected glory, a pride of “as expected, my silver-haired beauty is the best.”

However, among these recruitment messages, Guan Zhou unexpectedly saw an olive branch extended by Yinlian Pictures. He carefully looked over the conditions they offered; they were quite good, probably excellent for a newcomer. But clearly, the other party wanted to cultivate and develop Bai Yan toward the entertainment industry.

Guan Zhou looked at Bai Yan and silently shook his head.

He hoped his silver-haired beauty could continue to be carefree. Besides, the money earned from livestreaming was already enough; there was no need for more. Life as a public figure was too exhausting; one wrong move and you’d become a target for malicious media and public criticism.

Guan Zhou had struggled in the vortex of the entertainment industry for several years. Although he hadn’t made it big, he was well aware of the unspoken rules within. Bai Yan was different from him; there was absolutely no need for him to step into that world.

After some thought, Guan Zhou tactfully replied to Yinlian Pictures with a refusal.

The other party seemed to be online constantly and quickly responded to Guan Zhou’s rejection, suggesting he consider it further and mentioning a series of benefits.

However, Guan Zhou’s attitude remained firm: “My deepest apologies.”

Regarding this, the staff at Yinlian Pictures expressed regret and sorrow, then said no more. Large companies have their own pride. While this newcomer host had potential, he wasn’t the only one. They could only assume he had become arrogant after getting famous, looking down even on Yinlian Pictures cautioning that he might lose more than he gained.

Guan Zhou continued to scroll through the recruitment messages, but surprisingly, Noel Culture showed no movement at all.

Bai Yan had not received a single message from Noel Culture neither for a platform contract nor an interest in his potential. It was incredibly silent.

Guan Zhou pursed his lips slightly, his expression somewhat obscure as if he were deep in thought.

Just then, Guan Zhou’s phone rang. He picked it up to see a string of unlisted numbers and answered it.

“Hello?”

“…”

After a while, Guan Zhou hung up and said to Bai Yan: “It’s a call from the manager of that rat spirit, Qi Yue…”

Before taking action, Wang Shan had suddenly recalled the little guy’s silent refusal from before. From the tone of that “lord” Qi Yue, it seemed to be related to Guan Zhou, but she wasn’t sure of the specifics.

Wang Shan remembered Qi Yue’s interest in the little guy and felt she should mention this to him; perhaps she could learn the specific reasons for the previous refusal from his mouth.

However, when Wang Shan brought this up with Qi Yue, she didn’t get an immediate reply. Instead, she watched speechlessly as he went onto Xigua, found the account posting the little guy’s photos, and fell silent for a long time.

Finally, just as Wang Shan was about to speak again, Qi Yue casually clicked “follow.” Then, he gave Wang Shan a rare smile that lacked his usual maliciousness and said:

“Do what you want to do. It’s best if you use every skill in your arsenal. If you succeed, I’ll tell the boss to give you a raise.”

Wang Shan: !!

A raise was one thing, but more importantly, she actually heard such words from this “lord”? Did the sun rise from the west?

Perhaps her shock was too obvious; in the next moment, the smile on Qi Yue’s face turned into disdain as he said to her:

“I’m giving you a day off. Handle this matter beautifully. Ask for any company resources you want; I’ll speak to the boss.”

Wang Shan: “…”

Though she didn’t know what Qi Yue said to the boss, Wang Shan soon received a message from him:

Go ahead.

Now that Bai Yan was coming into his own and eyes were converging from all sides, naturally, no one wanted to miss out on such a good prospect. The boss’s meaning was clear: he wanted Wang Shan to represent Yiyun Media Group in extending an olive branch to Bai Yan, rather than a personal recruitment.

Under this premise, Wang Shan could pay any price to poach him. In other words, she could promise the best resources and cultivate Bai Yan as a first-tier star.

While Wang Shan was happy, she couldn’t help but recall Bai Yan’s appearance and felt he was well worth the company’s serious attention.

Yes, serious attention.

Wang Shan felt the boss’s attitude represented the company’s attitude. Because of this, her fighting spirit soared, and she was brimming with confidence.

This time, she would definitely secure the little guy!

…

On the other hand,

Guan Zhou told Bai Yan about Wang Shan’s call.

“She wants to invite us for a talk.”

Over the phone, Wang Shan had started with pleasantries, mentioning the events on the film set, Qi Yue, Director Zhou, and so on. She utilized every possible connection as leverage, truly pulling out all the stops.

Finally, she stated her purpose: she wanted to talk with Guan Zhou and Bai Yan.

In fact, Wang Shan had hit on one point that prevented Guan Zhou from refusing immediately: Qi Yue. Regarding that rat spirit, Guan Zhou still remembered the “friendship agreement” with him and that fox spirit Zuo Chengyi at the wrap party that night.

Speaking of which, since that night, Guan Zhou thought he would see them again soon. But perhaps because he and Bai Yan had been shut indoors livestreaming these past few days, those two non-humans hadn’t appeared before them, and everything seemed calm.

But Guan Zhou knew very well that as long as they were still attracted to Bai Yan, they would meet again sooner or later.

Returning to the topic, precisely because Wang Shan was Qi Yue’s manager and the “friendship agreement” had occurred, Guan Zhou deliberated before not outright refusing her on the phone, instead replying with a “let me consider it.”

Oh, and Wang Shan was very clever; she hadn’t mentioned recruitment over the phone. She only said she hoped to meet and talk. But anyone could guess what would be discussed during a meeting at such a critical moment.

Now, Guan Zhou clarified the situation to Bai Yan and asked, “Should we meet her?”

Bai Yan’s voice was calm and steady: “Let’s meet then.”

It would be a pity to waste all the effort she put in.

However, no matter what, the only response Wang Shan would receive would be the word “refusal.”