Chapter 772: Face Hurts, Si Fuqing’s Definition of “Doing Her Best” (2)

She had filled half a sheet of paper with a combination of formulas and simple diagrams.

Cai Zhongnian glanced at it and said, “This idea is really good. Qingchen, take a look too. The three of you should team up and tackle this issue. There’s a reward from the medical organization for solving it.”

Si Fuqing, who initially had no interest, immediately became serious at the mention of the reward. “Absolutely! It’s everyone’s duty to tackle medical challenges!”

Lu Xingheng’s eyelids twitched.

Lin Qingchen was caught between laughter and tears.

He thought to himself, is Shiyan really that stingy?

Why does Miss Si get motivated at the mention of money?

Cai Zhongnian said, “Alright then, go back and refine it. You’ll be the primary author, and I’ll forward it to the medical organization.”

Si Fuqing made an OK gesture and left with Lu Xingheng.

Cai Zhongnian then found Qin Yusong and asked with concern, “Did you persuade her?”

Qin Yusong sighed, “… Elder Cai, I don’t think you can teach her.”

“Who said I want to teach her?” Cai Zhongnian retorted, “I just need her to stay. After the New Year, she’ll join the Heaven Earth Alliance. Old Gu is a crafty one. I’m afraid he’ll beat me to the punch.”

Qin Yusong could only sigh. “I’ll try, but she seems to really enjoy acting.”

“Acting is better than joining the Heaven Earth Alliance,” Cai Zhongnian said, hands behind his back. “Anyway, I can’t let him get ahead!”

Qin Yusong sighed again.

With Si Fuqing’s multitude of skills, he suspected more pioneers of different industries would compete to recruit her in the future.

**

The next day at noon, the program team welcomed a distinguished guest.

Director Qin rubbed his eyes and pinched himself, finally convinced that he was seeing the Duke of Muston himself.

For a moment, he was at a loss for words. “Y-Your Highness, you…”

“I’m here to visit Miss Si, who’s filming a reality show with you,” Raphael said warmly.

He patted Director Qin on the shoulder and handed him a cigar worth thousands.

Director Qin’s hands trembled, and he felt like worshipping the cigar immediately.

Taking a deep breath, he composed himself. “Your Highness, you’re here for Miss Si? I’ll call her right away.”

The assistant director brought Si Fuqing over, along with Yuejian, who had been pretending to be an assistant.

Three out of the nine disciples of the sect now met each other.

Raphael noticed the unremarkable female assistant beside Si Fuqing and furrowed his brows.

He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity but couldn’t pinpoint why.

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “Your Highness, we meet again.”

“Indeed, we meet again. But this time, I’ve come specifically,” Raphael nodded. “Last time, I left in a hurry and only gave you a box of gold.”

Director Qin was baffled.

What do you mean by “only”?

“I intend to purchase the exclusive broadcasting rights for this reality show. I’ve also bought the rights for the arts group, but not the legal group,” Raphael said. “Let’s sign the contract.”

Fortunately, he arrived in time; the international rights for “The Birth of An Employee” had not yet been sold.

Overwhelmed by this unexpected fortune, Director Qin stammered, “I-I need to contact the network head.”

Raphael nodded. “Go ahead, I’ll be in the Great Xia Empire for a month.”

Director Qin hurriedly contacted the network head of Great Xia TV.

The network head had already penalized several staff members for missing out on “Crossing the Demon Realm.”

If that show had been secured, Great Xia TV would have another hit drama with viewership ratings over 10.

Regretting not overseeing the deal himself, the network head was stunned by the call and raised his voice, “The Duke of Muston?”

“It’s true, the real person,” Director Qin sent a photo. “He’s sitting in the office.”

Unable to stay calm, the station chief said, “Wait, I’ll come personally!”

The television tower was close to Sijiu City First Hospital, and the network head arrived quickly.

“The decision-maker is here?” Raphael took out the contract. “Look, is this enough?”

The station chief was dazzled by the string of zeros in the contract but noticed that 90% of the royalties had to go to Si Fuqing.

It seemed that when stepping onto the international stage, money wasn’t a concern.

Trembling, the network head signed the contract. “Why did Your Highness suddenly decide to buy a reality show?”

“To support my idol’s career,” Raphael replied elegantly, signing his name. “I don’t know how you chase stars here, but am I a qualified fan?”