The idea was to leverage his own status and position to ask the other side to do him a favor and give up the top spot on the charts.
The editors from both sides had been keeping a close eye on this rare, large-scale battle. Now that the other party had suggested a truce, both were, of course, willing to accept.
Chen Xin's editor, Hu Ya, also hadn't expected Chen Xin to be so wealthy. To think she would drop two million yuan just to fight for the top spot.
She tried messaging her privately on QQ, but there was no reply.
She had no choice but to look up her phone number from the contract and give her a call.
Chen Xin, who was in the middle of writing, saw an unfamiliar number and answered, "Hello?"
"Is this Hua Zhu?"
A woman's voice came through the phone, "I'm your editor, Hu Ya."
"Huh? Yaya?"
Chen Xin asked in surprise, "Yaya, why are you calling me?"
"I had to. I sent you a message on QQ, but you didn't reply."
"I was writing, so I didn't see it. Sorry about that."
