The Showbiz Slacker Who Trained Paparazzi into Goofy Huskies

Xin Xi, the winner of a talent show three years ago, was shelved by his company, had his copyrights stolen, and was forced to drink and flatter people. When he terminated his contract, all he took with him was a backbone of steel.

He went to lie flat at a small studio: a monthly salary of 10,000, weekends off, full social insurance and housing fund, and leaving work on time. It was far better than being a top-tier star.

Until his boss, Yang Mi, threw him into the concert of his sworn rival, Fang Yue.

He promptly fell asleep, called out lip-syncing during a livestream, and sarcastically posted on Weibo that the top-tier star's "talent is beyond question," tearing the entertainment industry to shreds.

With scandals about Haiyu Entertainment flooding the internet, he turned around and treated the paparazzi to milk tea, making his enemies into teammates for online games.

"You want to make me a star?" He lounged on the sofa playing games. "Sure. But Jiahang has to call its own shots. Not a cent of foreign capital gets involved."

Yang Mi was stunned. Was this madman going to tear up every performance-based agreement and climb a snowy mountain in his underwear?

"Sister Mi, just say yes. I'll release a new song tomorrow, shoot a movie the day after, and go public the day after that."

He grinned without a care. "Though I was just saying..."

"Fine," Yang Mi declared.

The whole internet waited for him to fall from grace. Instead, he took his fans shopping and haggling, got five kills at an internet cafe, and treated the paparazzi to barbecue skewers. The more he "slacked off," the more famous he got.

Only then did the capitalists realize: he hadn't come back for revenge. He'd come to rewrite the rules of the entertainment industry.

"No working weekends." He locked his phone and clocked out. "It's in the contract."