"Friend, value isn't measured by knowledge."
Star Scout touched the brim of his black hat and smiled faintly.
"It can be looks, a voice, even a smile..."
"What an artist is like in the eyes of fans depends entirely on the company's packaging."
"An artist?" Yan Huan quickly looked around. "Besides me, Okhema has artists? How come I didn't know..."
"Of course it does!" Star Scout pulled over a chair, sat down with great composure, and said to Yan Huan and the gardener:
"It's just that the impact of [Doomsday] was too severe, so the Chrysos Heirs and the elders got all the spotlight."
"Once this world returns to peace, you'll know just how sought-after artists are."
"Isn't that wrong?" The gardener narrowed his eyes and pointed out the issue.
"The Chrysos Heirs and the Elder Council represent strength and power. Even in peaceful times, no matter how much you package those mediocrities, can they really rise above the law?"
"Why would they need to rise above it?" Star Scout asked.
"Can't we coexist peacefully?"
"Whether they're heroes or people in high places, they all need emotional value."
"It's only natural for a person of status to privately retain an exceptional artist."
"And that's what our company does."
"Oh, you're a pimp."
Yan Huan immediately pulled out his phone, intending to notify the guards. "Hold on, let me see whether there's any room left in the holding cells."
"Tch, what are you doing?!"
Star Scout hurriedly rose to his feet, pushed Yan Huan's phone down, and whispered:
"You're the renowned Mr. Yan Huan, aren't you?"
"I've long admired you. To be honest, you were the starting point of my business!"
"Me?" Yan Huan looked at the man oddly. "I don't know you."
"Of course you don't know me, but you