My System Forces Me to Live off Women

After the meeting, He Yimeng called Li Peifeng and Wu Wenyue into her private office and got straight to the point.

"Our studio is expanding rapidly and will soon transform into a professional MCN organization. Boss Li is already driving a Mercedes G-Wagon. As an employee, I genuinely feel happy and grateful... But, Sister Yue, don’t you think it’s time to reconsider the current six-four profit split between the studio and me?"

Li Peifeng coughed lightly: "I’ve told you many times, that car was given to me by someone else, Tianxuan... You know her, it was Tianxuan who gave it."

He Yimeng let out a barely audible snort: "I don’t care who gave it, I want a better profit share!"

Currently, in the studio, He Yimeng is the top anchor. Her account’s earning potential is just slightly below Wu Wenyue’s. Each month, her total income from product promotions, live streaming, and advertisements is around one million, and her account data is rising rapidly, ensuring her future income will continue to grow.

So, He Yimeng’s demand to change the six-four split is quite justified. Moreover, when she initially signed the contract, Li Peifeng had said that when her earnings increased, so would her share. Now that she brings it up, it is only natural.

Indeed, influencers owe much of their success to the company, but the company can’t keep using the excuse ’we nurtured you, we made you famous’ to exploit people to death. Doing so will drive people away, one after another, leaving nobody behind.

Rationally, Wu Wenyue agrees with increasing the split. Even if He Yimeng hadn’t brought it up, she had planned to change it to fifty-fifty next month. However, after discovering that the platinum-haired Li Peifeng still had lingering ties, she had shelved the idea completely.

Just not breaching the contract with He Yimeng considered her ability to go al in. And now you want me to increase your share? Dream on!

"What do you think?"

Wu Wenyue glanced at He Yimeng and then at Li Peifeng: "Should we or shouldn’t we raise it?"

"It’s up to you."

Li Peifeng laughed it off: "I don’t meddle with studio affairs, aren’t you the one managing everything? But I remember the contract has similar clauses..."

"Yes, it does."

He Yimeng stated directly: "Once I bring the company a net profit of two million, the share should go up to fifty-fifty, clearly stipulated. By the end of this month, your profit from my account is expected to be about two hundred eighty thousand. I’ve calculated it clearly."

Wu Wenyue frowned slightly: "Your account has the highest promotional spending in the studio, no less than one hundred fifty thousand monthly, plus you have a four-member team dedicated to it..."

"But I still bring in multiple times more profit, Sister Yue, this is a pointless discussion."

After saying this, He Yimeng sighed: "Raise or not? Just give me a straightforward answer. If you don’t raise it, that’s a unilateral breach, and we’ll go our separate ways. But if you honor the contract, we’ll remain partners."

Seeing Wu Wenyue hesitating, Li Peifeng decided to make the call for her: "Next month, from March, we’ll start a fifty-fifty split. Even if you hadn’t brought it up, your Sister Yue would have done it, it’s unnecessary now... Alright, get back to work."

"Alright."

He Yimeng gave him a deep look, turned around, and left, closing the door behind her.

Wu Wenyue seemed displeased: "Who told you to agree? Are you the boss or am I?"

"You’re the boss, you’re my boss. Calm down, I don’t really contact her much now, honestly, don’t let money slip through your fingers. Tearing up the contract with He Yimeng over something like this isn’t worth it."

"Shut up, who believes your nonsense?!"

Wu Wenyue’s face changed, cursing: "I’m practically using my money to support your mistress, no woman is as foolish as I am. Besides, Manning doesn’t know about this yet, but if she finds out..."

"Alright, alright, it’s not like that at all!"

Li Peifeng tried to console her with a few words, then awkwardly changed the topic, praising how outstanding Wu Wenyue was during the meeting earlier. He shifted to commending her deft management and clear business acumen, rapidly growing the studio to its current scale in just six months. She’s truly a natural commercial genius, a remarkable woman!

Wu Wenyue is not someone who responds well to force but melts under flattery, and though she knew full well Li Peifeng was blowing hot air, she couldn’t help but smile...

"If there’s nothing, go home, or maybe accompany me to shoot a video. I want to take advantage of the snowy scenery for a costume shoot at the Forbidden City."

"Not today, I still have to handle recruitment for the translation team, you go yourself."

After leaving the studio, Li Peifeng went home, busying himself with the establishment of the "Sword and Magic" translation team.

The interviews were conducted online, with Li Peifeng selecting one to two hundred word passages from novels via WeChat for applicants to translate, then picking the best for recruitment.

Thanks to the seminar with Yu Hua yesterday, which had a large turnout, the advertising effect was quite good. By morning, dozens of students had eagerly applied.

But many girls, under the guise of applying, just wanted to add him on WeChat, and after getting accepted, instead of discussing translation, they came on strong with corny flirtations, irritating Li Peifeng.

"It’s snowing, wear something warm."

Who are you? Do I know you? Acting considerate right away is really nauseating!

"I heard your fish pond is big? Congratulations, you’ve got another mermaid."

You’re a fathead fish, get lost!

"Hey, handsome, wanna play games? Summoner’s Rift, I’m a killer support."

Gamer girls are the worst!

"Two thousand, no overnight, just dinner together, I’m having a bad day."

I’m having a bad day too, you female hooligan, keep harassing me and I’ll call the police!

"Ah ah ah, hubby, I finally added you on WeChat, so excited!"

Excited? I’m blocking you, calm down, don’t thank me.

Li Peifeng cursed while deleting them. Fortunately, he had used an alternate, rarely-used WeChat account, or he would be even more annoyed now.

After a busy morning, he finally confirmed a four-member translation team. Li Peifeng sent over the translated opening by Zhao Qingge, urging them to match this quality. The translation work for "Sword and Magic" truly got on track.

He had a quick lunch, planning to settle down to create, but then a WeChat message from He Yimeng came through.

"Hungry."

Li Peifeng: "It’s still snowing, and you want me to bring you food?"

He Yimeng: "Sure."

Li Peifeng: "Hang on, I’ll send a delivery for you."

He Yimeng: "Thanks."

Li Peifeng: "You’re in luck, having met a kind-hearted god like me."

He Yimeng: "I’m gonna puke; you might be becoming a dad."

Li Peifeng: "Impossible, you’re just sick from my disgust!"

He Yimeng: "You know that, yet aren’t cooking? I want something sour, like pickled veggies."

Li Peifeng thought to himself, now she’s even placing orders, pickled veggies? I might as well make pickled fish for her.

Such a sour, demanding little thing!

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