Chapter 204 - Three Hundred Million for Dowry?

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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nPei Zhen had just finished filming when Xiao Nian’s call came in.

n“Pei Pei…”

nIn contrast to his usual lowly and loud demeanor, the manager spoke softly, sounding almost mournful.

nPei Zhen was slightly alarmed and had a bad feeling in his stomach. He spotted Fu Sichen and walked towards him quickly. “What’s up? The agency had decided to put me in cold storage?”

nXiao Nian sounded miserable. “… it’s worse than cold storage. The agency wants to terminate your contract.”

nThe various sponsorship contract penalties were one thing, but the agency contract would be far worse.

n“You could be liable to pay up to… eighty million,” Xiao Nian fumbled as he spoke, “Daddy, why not… why not… let’s not set up a family.”

nWhich meant not coming out of the closet.

nAt the meeting, Xiao Nian seemed calm, but, in fact, his hands were clammy, and he was feeling panicky.

n“Tsk.” Pei Zhen’s expression darkened, and he was annoyed. “Nian Nian, that Fu Sichen is your Mother, this is an established fact.”

nHe continued, “I’m such a big-shot artiste, how could it be that the penalty doesn’t even hit the 100 million-dollar mark?”

nXiao Nian couldn’t believe that at that point of time, Pei Zhen could say such things.

nHe smiled and said coolly, “80 million is just the penalty for the agency alone; there’s still the other filming agreement contracts that amount to ten times of 2.5 million.”

n“Ten times… 2.5?” Pei Zhen said. Why did this figure seem so deliberate?

n“That’s right, millionaire, are you prepared to pimp yourself to pay up?”

nPei Zhen snorted disdainfully, retorting, “Watch that tone. Why are you about to burn bridges? I’m no longer your Daddy Pei?”

n“Daddy!” Xiao Nian was destined never to enjoy more than a few seconds of upper wind. His sarcastic tone turned into a whimper again. “A hundred million dollars. What do we do?! Even if I joined you and we pimped ourselves, we’d never be able to pay up. Pei Pei!”

n“I’m not dead yet, stop sounding like a mourner.” Pei Zhen stroked his fingertips, and his expression was unusually cool. “I’ve saved up quite a bit over the years. A hundred million dollars is not a big issue.”

nXiao Nian chirped over the phone. “Really… really? We don’t have to pimp ourselves?”

n“Even if you wanted to, you’ve got to have the looks for it.” Pei Zhen coughed. “You? You’re only good for being a Dong Hai Fairy Girl. Oh well, don’t worry. I’ll come back right away.”

n“Alright, Daddy. Roger, Daddy.”

nPei Zhen hung up the phone after he reassured Xiao Nian to calm the man, then let out a long sigh.

n“What’s up?” A voice came from behind, and as the owner of the voice drew close it was accompanied by a familiar smell. Pei Zhen turned around, and as expected, found himself looking into Fu Sichen’s deep eyes.

nHis heart skipped a beat every time he looked at the stunning man.

n“Was that Xiao Nian?” Fu Sichen was an intelligent person, and he knew what to expect from coming out of the closet. “Your company is going to terminate your contract?”

n“Yes.” Pei Zhen didn’t try to hide it.

nHe paused for a while and quickly said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a hundred million dollars. Daddy has money. What about you?”

n“Three hundred million.”

nThe casual words agitated Pei Zhen, and he was obviously annoyed. “Crap! How can this be? How can I be worth less than you!?”

nFu Sichen wanted to roll his eyes.

nHe found himself between laughter and tears, and on top of that, having to show agreement with Pei Zhen. He tried to control his expression and decided concern was probably the best. “What do we do now? I thought that after the incident of posting the ‘Like’s’ I’d crossed half the entertainment industry, I didn’t think I’d have that many assignments.”

nFreaking hell, thought Pei Zhen. No assignments and still worth more than him!

n“Well, it’s only three hundred million,” Pei Zhen said with a wave of his hand, full of vim as usual, “Don’t worry, even if Daddy has to sacrifice everything, I’ll get you the funds to pay the penalties.”

n“Three hundred million dollars for dowry?” Fu Sichen raised an eyebrow.

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