Wei Er: ...

The smile froze on his face.

Born into a wealthy family in Beijing, and fortunate enough to produce a blockbuster masterpiece under the pressure of his teachers in his youth, this was actually the first time in Wei Er's life that he had experienced being a "subject" and having his manuscript revised countless times.

After countless rejections, criticisms, overturned outlines, and demands to start all over again, Wei Er felt deeply that this was the most difficult period of his life.

—It was like hell!

Even before delivering the script to Yu Ningning this time, he had confidently told his group of friends, "If Ms. Yu asks me to revise the script again, I will definitely answer her with three words: 'Impossible.' We creators have put so much effort into this project, and we also have dignity and cannot be bullied at will."

Looking at Yu Ningning's gentle smiling face, Wei Er almost couldn't hold back and was about to utter those three words while crying.

Noticing that Wei Er's response wasn't as quick as it had been at first, Yu Ningning glanced casually at the mountain of scripts and gave a confident look.

Sure enough, following Yu Ningning's gaze, they also saw that pile of scripts. Wei Er's expression changed again and again, his anger was extinguished as if doused with a bucket of cold water, and his head drooped down.

"Okay, I'll do whatever Miss Yu says."

"I will definitely send the revised manuscript over in three days."

As he spoke, he seemed to have lost his soul, moving only like a puppet on strings. He gave a smile that was more like a grimace, turned his head, pushed open the door, and walked over in a daze.

Just then, Su Daji and her group happened to pass by Yu Ningning, and seeing his expression, they all showed a look of sympathy and unbearable disapproval.

Su Daji: How pitiful.

Little Fish: ...Sister Ningning is too ruthless.

Jing Ke: ...You can hold on like this, you're a real man.

Qin Shi Huang: ...Wouldn't this be considered torture in ancient times?

Tang Sanzang: ...Ah, I'm scared.

...

With a mixture of sympathy and admiration, a group of people knocked on the door of Yu Ningning's conference room: "Dean, we've brought Tang Sanzang to see you."

After obtaining Yu Ningning's permission to enter the house, the group adopted a seating arrangement in which Tang Seng was in the middle, and the rest of the people, except for Qin Shihuang, surrounded Tang Seng, leaving Qin Shihuang outside.

Noticing this detail, Yu Ningning raised an eyebrow: "Did you come to see me for something?"

Everyone immediately turned to look at Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang looked rather cautious, swallowed hard, and then said, "...Dean, I'm here to report on the results. This is the data from my live streams these past few days and the online comments."

After taking the folder from Tang Sanzang, Yu Ningning looked at the others questioningly.

Facing Ningning's gaze, Su Daji said irritably, "Dean, don't pretend to be stupid. I don't believe you don't know that if we hadn't specially protected him, this guy wouldn't have been able to walk safely into the conference room."

As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Shi Huang.

Despite being condemned by Su Daji's gaze, Qin Shi Huang remained unmoved, his expression as still as a mountain, occasionally glancing at Tang Sanzang with undisguised covetousness.

Under his domineering gaze, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but shrink even smaller.