Chapter 33 Don’t Take It Personally
Outside the recording venue, Ji Shian squatted on a small stool, looking sad in silence.
She had a peaceful week since she started working.
Although she had briefly been a fan before, it was just a casual pursuit, with only a few moments of slacking off and only taking a look when she remembered to do so. Therefore, she had a feeling of both familiarity and unfamiliarity with the entertainment industry.
Leveraging her goddess-like charm, she wielded the power of a powerful figure, and no one on the crew dared to displease her. Ji Shian was transported back to the first time he accompanied Qin Yinghuai to a banquet, where she, through the power of her boss, commanded the wind and rain, leaving the subordinates trembling in fear. The initial experience had been a satisfying feeling, but after a while, it was only followed by boredom.
There were no stupid villains mocking her, no one flattering the powerful and bullying her into saving the damsel in distress, and no shocking news that she stumbled upon while answering the phone. The atmosphere on the entire crew was harmonious, the director and screenwriter were cheerful every day, the actors, both big and small, were reserved and polite, and everyone performed their duties honestly.
Is this still the entertainment industry with its flashing swords, bloody storms, and big melons trapping small ones?
Ji Shian stuffed the specially made small cake sent by the assistant of a top-tier actress into his mouth with a look of resentment, chewing it, and complaining in his heart about the sugar-free scam of this annoying little thing called cake.
Song Xin, Ji Dongran's former assistant and current temporary manager, had some free time to visit the set today. She poked Ji Shi'an's bulging cheeks and, upon hearing her doubts, covered her mouth with her hands and laughed. Song Xin glanced at the bustling crew, feigning something, pulled out her phone, and began typing to Ji Shi'an.
Agent Song Xin: Trust your instincts. To say this industry is full of blood and gore is an understatement. The crew seems peaceful right now, partly because of Sister Ji's current position. She's the boss, and she's the one who calls the shots. With the boss in charge, the smaller players are busy licking their wounds, so naturally, they don't dare to act too recklessly.
[Agent Song Xin]: Secondly, you've only been here a few days, and they're still packing. Just wait and see, in less than two weeks, the sacks might be too full to hold them.
[Agent Song Xin]: Remember to delete all messages after reading them.
Ji Shian quickly browsed through it, and the boredom in his heart was replaced by anticipation. After quickly deleting the record, he deliberately showed it to Song Xin. After receiving a satisfied and praising look from the other party, he glanced at Ji Dongran and hurriedly picked up the thermos and rushed over.
She shrugged. "This agent's words are sharp, and his insults have a familiar, dirty feel to them. Alas, it seems that successful people's words are like spitting knives."
System: [Is it popular for me to scold myself now?]
Ji Shi Anle nodded excitedly: Yes, thank you for praising my successful career.
system:……
System: [Okay, let's get serious. When do you plan to start the storyline?]
Ji Shian dragged a small stool and sat next to Ji Dongran, holding up a small fan and happily enjoying the grapes fed to him by the goddess.
Ji Shian: Xiao Que not only escaped, but also flew back and forth from city to city. The last time I saw the boss was last time. Now poor Xiao Que has lost her high-paying job and can only barely make ends meet by following others around and running errands.
Systematic Correction: [I'm not forcing myself, you're just trying to fill yourself up every day.]
System: [No, you're changing the subject again.]
Ji Shian sighed silently: Tell me, what do you want me to do to satisfy you and let me go free.
Although nothing seemed to have happened this week, Ji Shian had actually been mesmerized by the script lines, and all he spoke about was the literature of pain.
During the time Canary was on the run, she wasn't completely without feelings for the overbearing CEO. She was struggling to find a job, and when she was stuck in a quagmire and being picked on, she remembered the overbearing CEO's kindness. What's the point? The point is enduring hardship! Look at what you do every day? Eat, eat, eat, all you do is eat. These grapes look so sweet, but you didn't even save one for me, sob...
Ji Shian swallowed the grapes in his mouth and comforted it perfunctorily: I will buy it for you when we get home. It’s not appropriate now, so don’t make a fuss.
The system felt something was amiss: [Why do I feel like your words sound familiar?]
It seems like you often hear parents making similar remarks to their tantrum-throwing children while shopping in the supermarket.
Ji Shi'an pointed and said, "Among the great human illusions, the most prominent is the tendency to assume that what others are saying is about you. How could you, a general, develop such a habit?"
The system was so angry at her that the exhaust fan sped up its operation. It snorted, gave Ji Shian a cold back, and then stuck its butt out to take out its own piggy bank.
"Xiao Shi, can I ask you a question?" Ji Dongran looked a little hesitant, and finally chose to speak.
Ji Shian was stunned: "Sister Ji, please tell me."
Why is it so formal? It makes her nervous.
She began to subconsciously recall whether she had made any mistakes at work this week, such as turning the table while the boss picked up the food, driving the car while the boss opened the door, or slacking off while the boss was working.
Oh, she does do the last one occasionally, but she's just an assistant and doesn't have to act, so if she keeps doing it, once the novelty wears off, she'll just be left with the awkwardness of a layman.
She swallowed and waited nervously for Ji Dongran's next words.
Ji Dongran looked at her pitiful appearance and chuckled: "I just want to ask what girls of your age generally like?"
Ji Shian: “Huh?”
She was not so narcissistic as to think that Ji Dongran was going to give her a reward. After all, although the two of them got along well, they had only known each other for a week and could not talk about anything.
She hesitated for two seconds: "What kind of personality is it?"
Ji Dongran tried hard to recall the information he had gathered. "She should be a girl who is resolute, decisive, and ambitious. Although she is young, she is definitely successful and well-known."
She sighed from the bottom of her heart: "She is a very strong and brave woman who can put her ideas into practice."
Ji Shian couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow", and Song Xin beside him also exclaimed "Wow——".
"I don't want to send it right away, but I want to prepare it in advance." Ji Dongran thought about it for many days but still had no idea. She asked the young people around her who were about the same age, "Does Xiao have any suggestions?"
Ji Shian tried her best to follow Ji Dongran's assumptions and think about them. Out of rigor, she asked for more details: "Is there any more specific information, such as real age, graduation school, work unit, specific business position, family background?"
Ji Dongran was amused by her: "If I knew, would I still be so worried?"
So, Ji Shian touched his chin and said, "If you really don't know what the other person likes, why not start with your relationship with her? I'd like to ask, what is your relationship with her?"
Ji Dongran hesitated: "Maybe, probably, perhaps..."
Ji Shian tilted his head:?
Ji Dongran said embarrassedly: "Future daughter-in-law?"
Ji Shian and Song Xin: "Hiss!"
Ji Shian was shocked: "You already have a son!"
Ji Dongran and Song Xin were amused by her lively expression and were curious about her thought process.
"I'm over 50, isn't it normal to have a son?"
Is this normal? Ji Shian thought seriously. This matter would be normal for other people, but when it came to Ji Dongran, he always felt a sense of trance.
It seemed as if she was the popular, unrestrained national goddess yesterday, who made Ji Shian roll on the ground and call her husband and wife. Today, the goddess brought a son of the same age as her to greet her.
I feel so sad.
Ji Shian tried hard to keep a straight face, not letting out the pain of being bullied by a pig, and began to seriously think about the question raised by the goddess.
etc……
She expressed genuine doubt: "Why don't you ask your son?" The person who knows a girlfriend's preferences best should be her boyfriend.
Ji Dongran said sadly, "Because I'm worried that I won't be able to catch anyone with that hammer alone!"
Ji Shian was overwhelmed by the overwhelming resentment. Ah, this. She endured it again and again, but finally decided to remind him: "Apart from the parties involved, no one else should interfere in the affairs of the heart."
After all these years, it's not like he hasn't been in a relationship before. Ji Dongran sighed, "Forget it, wait a little longer, wait a little longer..." He didn't know if his son would be able to successfully pursue his wife in another ten years.
Ji Shian felt emotional. It seemed that no matter who you were, when you reached a certain age, you would be urged to get married. Even for the son of a national goddess, it was not easy to find a wife.
Ji Dongran seemed a little unwilling to give up. "Then tell me, is there a gift that people in their twenties and thirties would like? It's practical, has ornamental value, and can also show that the elders value it?"
Ji Shian was stunned for two seconds. Song Xin said, "Sister Ji, your question is no different from asking for colorful black."
Ji Shian was pragmatic: "The colorful black is easy to solve. Just sprinkle some glitter on the black paint and hold it up to the light. If Party A is still not satisfied, just take off their wig, sprinkle glitter on their head, and ask again."
"If we want to meet Sister Ji's requirements...how about jade products?"
Ji Dongran: "Wouldn't it be too quiet and not in line with the temperament of a young person?"
Ji Shian felt like he was facing a career decline as an all-around assistant: "Strong women usually have a strong temperament and should be able to hold their own."
Ji Dongran emphasized: "But the other party is very young, probably only in his early twenties this year."
Song Xin, who is already 48, was amazed: "He's already so impressive in his early twenties. Are young people nowadays like washing machines? They can roll so many balls?"
Ji Shian was strangely silent for a while, feeling a slight pain in her knees. She changed her posture, unwilling to believe in evil, and today she had to give Ji Dongran a suitable idea: "How about using gold? Just make the gold nuggets look like a trendy IP."
Ji Dongran thought thoughtfully: "It's not impossible, but wouldn't it be too vulgar, like a nouveau riche?"
Song Xin chuckled: "Then I really want to get a taste of this tacky vibe."
Ji Dongran pushed her head down: "Stop making trouble." She looked at Ji Shian, her eyes full of hope: "Anything else?"
Ji Shian said expressionlessly, "Yes, RMB or USD, it's up to you. I think the best thing would be a blank check. I'd swish it out, raise my chin proudly at the other party, and say, 'No limit, fill in whatever you want.'"
Ji Dongran was convinced. "I'll think about it."
Song Xin was puzzled: "Why don't you find this too rough?"
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