Fu Yanshen asked him to follow me and protect me?
I narrowed my eyes and gave a cold smile. "Please tell him to stop disgusting me."
After saying that sarcastically, I snatched the phone from Fu Ren's hand and calmly deleted the few words he had typed.
At this moment, Fu Ren clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and his angry eyes were filled with resentment.
baffling.
I glanced at him fearlessly and strode towards the elevator.
I quickly forgot about Fu Ren's antics.
The next day, I received an apology video from Qin Lulu. In the video, her head had been shaved again, and she cried and begged me for forgiveness.
Undoubtedly, it was Fu Ren who did it.
The same tactic made it hard not to recall the last time, but I quickly suppressed it and continued the meeting.
"Qiaoqiao, are you sure you want to sign Shen Hanxing? I don't think she's a good candidate. She's got a lot of scandals: school bullying, prostitution, being kept by a sugar daddy... and her major... she's not from a professional acting background. In short, she's not destined to be famous. Even if you give her a chance, she won't be able to turn things around."
Zhou Qiong, the director sitting at the head of the conference table, glanced at the documents and tossed them onto the table.
She leaned back in the swivel chair, looked at me, and exuded a powerful and intimidating aura.
Sister Qiong has a neat and capable short haircut. She is over fifty years old and is the top agent in Beijing's entertainment circle. She has made many big-name artists famous.
I've learned a lot from her in the past two years.
I got up, walked to her side, and turned on the iPad to show her.
"Sister Qiong, why don't you take a look at her acting skills first? Although she's not from a professional acting background, the young lady's acting skills are quite good. She's a natural talent and an experiential actor."
"She explained to me that those accusations were all fabricated. Don't worry, I will gather the information and help her turn the tables later," I said confidently.
"Your acting is still superb. You're just like me back then, you love talent and can't stand seeing good people go unnoticed." Sister Qiong looked up at me, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
"Sister Qiong, how can I, a monk who only entered the monastic life halfway through, compare to you back then?" I said modestly.
I also learned to flatter and fawn over my superiors.
"However, let me be clear from the start, you have to get the stains off for her, or you'll ruin your own reputation," Sister Qiong reminded me.
She added, "This music festival will help Muye build up its reputation. Let's make it high-profile. We've worked hard for two years, it's time to give our sponsors a satisfactory result!"
I gave her an "OK" sign.
The Oriental Music Awards is the most officially backed and authoritative music award in mainland China for over 20 years. It has a complete competition system, sharp judges, and is known for its absolute fairness and impartiality.
Mu Ye's new album has been nominated for several awards, including Best Male Singer in Mainland China, Best Original Album, and Best Singer-Songwriter of the Year. His competitors are all big names, and whether he will win or not remains to be seen.
As dusk fell, a red carpet stretched from the parking lot to the entrance of the stadium, with fans from various groups holding up light boards and banners, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.
Several cameras and drones are broadcasting this grand event live from multiple angles.
"Don't be nervous. You won this award in your past life. Tonight is your night of glory."
Beside the Rolls-Royce, I helped Makino straighten his tie and lapel while encouraging him.
In my past life, I have no recollection of whether he ever won this award.
"I'm still nervous. Why don't you come with me?" Mu Ye said gently, glancing down at me.
I was about to say something to him when he took my hand, pulled me around the front of the Rolls-Royce, and led me onto the red carpet.
"Makino!"
Hey kid, what are you doing?
I'm just a regular agent now. The organizers didn't even invite me to walk the red carpet, yet he took it upon himself to do so!
We were already in the shot, and Makino's fans were screaming in unison. I couldn't struggle any longer, so I immediately controlled my expression and generously waved to the camera and the fans on both sides.
Holding my hand, Muye wore a tailored black Armani suit that perfectly accentuated his proportions.
He walked slightly ahead of me, his every move steady and elegant, exuding gentlemanly manners and nobility.
He is no longer the down-on-his-luck young man I first met two years ago, nor is he a newcomer who was promoted by me, the "young lady".
He is now a big star with both talent and popularity.
As I approached the autograph wall, on the large screen, I saw myself wearing a deep red halter dress, black ankle boots, a black suit jacket draped over my shoulders, and long, wavy hair.
Compared to the red carpet two years ago, I no longer have the flamboyant and high-profile young lady demeanor of the past; I am much more composed and reserved now.
The main thing is to feel grounded.
Tonight's gala has gathered half of the entertainment industry. The people sitting around me are executives and agents from various entertainment companies in mainland China. The artists are seated in the front rows according to their status.
At this moment, the awards ceremony reached its climax, and the audience erupted in applause after the Best Female Singer award was announced.
"Old ginger is spicier. The female singer award went to our number one female singer, and the male singer award, of course, still goes to our number one male singer," a manager nearby guessed.
I secretly felt a pang of worry for Makino.
Among the nominated male singers, Makino is the most popular and has strong skills, but he is the youngest and least experienced. There has never been a precedent of someone under 21 years old winning this award.
I held my breath as I watched the video on the big screen.
Finally, the melody of Muye's hit song that had swept the entire internet began to play, and my whole body was filled with excitement. When the guest announced the name "Muye," I suddenly stood up, screamed, and my eyes welled up with tears.
I shouldn't be surprised that Makino has the ability.
But what I feel more grateful and gratified about is that Muye was not implicated by me in this life, and he did not fall into my hands.
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