Tang Yaoyao licked her lips, not even wanting to open her eyes: "Calm down, Pei Jin is probably asleep, keep your voice down."
Su Mei was far from calm. She stood up excitedly and paced back and forth in front of Tang Yaoyao's shop, not knowing where to put her hands.
Tang Yaoyao finally opened her eyes a crack and asked lazily, "What's wrong?"
"Oh my god, tell me to calm down, calm down." Su Mei hurriedly patted her heart, feeling like she was about to suffocate.
Tang Yaoyao kept her eyes closed, giving herself some time to process the situation.
Finally, three minutes later, Su Mei sat back down on the sofa: "Brother Yao, have you ever heard of Mr. TWO?"
Tang Yaoyao was taken aback and immediately asked, "What kind of non-mainstream, cringeworthy nickname is this?"
For the first time, Su Mei had an urge to kill Tang Yaoyao, but thinking of her brother behind her, she immediately suppressed the impulse.
I had to raise my voice to explain to her: "That's a stage name, it's sacred and inviolable. He's the real number one agent, but he never goes down to anyone and doesn't manage any artists. He only guides certain artists. Artists who have been guided by him will all rise to a higher level in the entertainment industry."
That sounds pretty high-class, Tang Yaoyao thought, this might be a big shot: "Say it clearly and bluntly."
"It's like having a gold lining. For example, if you go to an audition and say that you were mentored by Mr. TWO, you've already eliminated many outstanding people in your cohort. That's what a label is," Su Mei explained eloquently.
"so what?"
"So aren't you curious about who has the ability to invite Mr. Two to provide guidance? You know, agents who have received guidance will become top agents, and directors who have received guidance will become excellent directors."
Tang Yaoyao suddenly became interested and raised an eyebrow: "So, this person is a big shot in the entertainment industry?"
"Yes, he's more than just a master, he's practically a god." Su Mei's eyes were full of admiration.
"Come, let me see what a deity looks like, so I can benefit from his good fortune."
Su Mei shook her head: "No, he never appears in public. Nobody knows who he is. There are only his students, but nobody releases his photos unless they don't want to be in the industry."
Tang Yaoyao suddenly had an idea: "How much does a lesson cost?"
"Starting at 30 million."
Tang Yaoyao almost vomited blood: "Are you sure this isn't a publicity stunt?"
"Don't underestimate him. Even 30 million might not be enough to persuade him. Only ten people are selected each year, and these ten are chosen from among millions of public figures." Su Mei spoke with great enthusiasm, as if she had already been chosen.
However, a practical problem arose: she didn't have the money to pay the tutoring fee.
Tang Yaoyao sat up straight, pondering, "So, he came directly to the film set this time to give someone a lesson. Isn't that just a way of putting everyone in their place?"
After Su Mei gradually calmed down, she suddenly thought of this question as well.
The director's WeChat group said that Mr. TWO would come directly to the set and that everyone should greet him promptly at 7:00 AM tomorrow.
So, who was he really here to intimidate?
My God, who's so awesome?
Please don't let it be Jiang Xiaoyu, otherwise she'll livestream herself eating shit while doing a handstand.
Tang Yaoyao got up from the sofa, took off her face mask and threw it into the trash can, then gently rubbed Su Mei's fangirl face.
"Alright, it's time for my beauty sleep. As for who had the connections to invite Mr. Two, we'll find out tomorrow. Goodnight."
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