Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 184 of 214
"I'll be going now." Shu Ya had not had her fill of his company, but she had no reason to stay on. After a moment's hesitation, she took a card from her bag and held it out to Yang Juehuan: "This is my private number. If anything comes up, call me."
Yang Ce glanced at Shu Ya but detected no clue. From earlier until now, he had noticed that Shu Ya was somewhat constrained in his presence. As for exactly why, Yang Yongjin knew all too well—perhaps it was because of that business aboard the Alice. So Yang Shuoxuan gave it no further thought.
Although Mingyang Entertainment was the organizer and Yang Ce could easily reach Shu Ya, even then he could only reach her manager, Miss Xu, and have any matter passed on to Shu Ya through her. Generally, a major star's private number was not given out lightly.
Yang Ce took the card and gave a slight nod. Shu Ya had no further reason to stay; reluctantly, she got out of the car.
"Miss Shu, are you all right?" Miss Xu asked with some concern.
Yang Minlan found Miss Xu's nervousness a little amusing—though it was only natural. As her manager, she had to consider everything on Shu Ya's behalf.
"Of course I'm fine," Shu Ya said with a smile. "It's you I'm worried about—did the reporters give you trouble?"
"Ha, yes, they did. But when they saw you weren't in the car, they had no choice but to give up," Miss Xu said.
"Then let's leave it at that. Miss Shu, Miss Xu, you've just gotten off the plane—rest well today. Tomorrow I'll send someone to discuss the details of the concert with you," Hou Lin said.
"All right." Miss Xu nodded. "Sorry to put you to so much trouble."
The staff of Celestial Paradise had already been briefed, and they kept everything concerning Shu Ya low-key. Hou Lin had issued strict orders: no member of staff was to pester Su Ya at will, or ask for autographs or photographs, on pain of dismissal.
And the rooms for Shu Ya and her party had been arranged on the very top floor of Celestial Paradise, where they would not be disturbed by other guests.
After seeing Shu Ya off, Yang Ce turned to Hou Lin and said: "There are still concert tickets, aren't there?"
Since the concert tickets were sold in advance, sales had begun a month earlier. Especially for a heavyweight star like Shu Ya—the tickets had all sold out half a month ago. "Of course there are. We even have VIP seats. I'll bring them to you tomorrow," Hou Lin said. "Brother Yang, how many do you want?"
"Give me two for now. I don't know if anyone else will ask me for some." Yang Ce meant Zhang Bin and the others.
"Sure. VIP seats aren't many, but there are quite a few ordinary seats held in reserve," Hou Lin said.
"All right then. Call me tomorrow when you deliver the tickets." Back from the hotel, Yang Ce drove over to the villa he had recently bought.
Although the interior had already been fully renovated, no one could possibly attend to every last detail; everyone has their own habits, and even a finished house must be altered to suit one's own routines and way of living.
Once the keys to the villa were in hand, Yang Ce and Chen Shutang hired a professional renovation firm to redesign the interior. Naturally, the two of them put forward a few key suggestions according to their own tastes.
Because time was tight, Yang Ce told the renovation company to work overtime as much as possible, with two shifts of workers rotating day and night. The project manager had initially grumbled, since night labor cost far more—after all, who wants to work the graveyard shift?
But under Yang Ce's formidable financial offensive, the manager's face immediately broke into a broad smile; the wages Yang Ce offered more than covered the extra labor costs.
"How's it going, master?" Yang Ce asked the head of the renovation crew after entering the house.
"Boss, you're here at last. This job, it's not easy to do!" the crew leader said to Yang Yanzhou with a bitter face.