I don't know how much time passed, but the phone kept ringing.
As the sky outside gradually darkened, Ji Feng sat alone on the sofa, looking up wearily.
He glanced at it lazily, hesitated for a moment, and then gently answered the phone.
"What's wrong."
A gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone, coldly saying, "It's been so long since we last heard from you. Have you forgotten our agreement?"
Ji Feng sighed wearily and said in a low voice, "The truth about what happened back then is about to come out. I don't want to dwell on things that are pointless."
"You want to break our contract?"
“I didn’t mean that, but you don’t see any use for me.” Ji Feng wearily lit a cigarette and waited quietly for the other party’s reply.
Hearing the dejection in his voice, the person on the other end of the phone laughed without warning.
"I understand what you mean, that's good."
Ji Fenghe wanted to continue speaking, but the other party had already hung up the phone.
He relaxed completely on the sofa, quietly watching the lit cigarette burn out.
Because of Shen Xiujing, Song Mai received a collaboration offer from the popular actress Chen Nianyao.
Xie Wenwen looked at the invitation letter over and over with a face full of joy, and said loudly, "This is wonderful! Our studio can soon go international!"
"I just don't know if our studio can accept her collaboration offer." Song Mai wasn't as optimistic as one might expect; instead, she seemed a bit worried.
Yu Xiao pushed up her glasses and said with a smile, "You can't say that. Sister Wan'er has a certain international reputation. In addition, Shen Xiujing has a long-term cooperation with our studio, so she naturally has a certain influence."
"I love my brother's optimistic attitude!" Xie Wenwen raised an eyebrow and patted his shoulder. "My brother has a bright future ahead of him."
Yu Xiao scratched her head shyly and secretly glanced at Song Mai.
After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Sister Wan'er, you don't need to worry too much. Just let things take their course."
"Since you are not worried, I am naturally not worried either."
The group began preparing for the invitation.
The invitation didn't say much, and no one knew Chen Nianyao's preferences, so they could only flip through her old fashion photos like headless flies.
In the afternoon, a car suddenly stopped in front of the studio.
A capable-looking woman with short hair first looked around before entering.
She spoke in a cold voice: "May I ask which one of you is Miss Bai?"
Song Mai greeted her with a smile and politely asked, "Yes, that's me."
"I am Nianyao's agent. I can discuss cooperation with you." The agent was expressionless, like an emotionless robot.
"Hello." Song Mai had a feeling that the other party was up to no good, and her tone was somewhat wary.
The agent led her to the reception room and casually placed a piece of paper on her desk.
"These are some points to note. If there are no problems, I will formally give you a cooperation agreement."
Song Mai glanced at it briefly, but found it very strange.
"Can't I credit my studio for my artwork?"
The agent nodded: "Yes, we have bought out your work, and it has nothing to do with you afterward."
Song Mai naturally disagreed with this statement.
If you can't credit your work, other studios might just snatch it up.
"Sorry, I don't want to be a ghostwriter."
The agent seemed to have anticipated her reaction and casually said, "I know that being credited for your work is very important to you, but you should also understand that this opportunity is hard-won. We can take you to the event, where you can learn about many resources."
“I don’t believe these resources can buy my work.” Song Mai’s expression was cold.
The other party clearly didn't care about her, which is why they were so indifferent and dismissive.
There is no need to conduct transactions with such partners.
"You mean you're rejecting our collaboration offer?" The agent looked at her incredulously, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Do you know how many people are vying for our offer?"
"This opportunity is indeed rare and valuable, but it's not the kind of cooperation I'm looking for." Song Mai stood up to see the guest out.
The agent smiled coldly and nodded repeatedly: "You're really something. Just consider it a mistake on our part. If you don't want to work with us, there are plenty of studios that are willing."
Song Mai nodded slowly, showing neither sadness nor joy.
Watching her agent angrily leave, Xie Wenwen quickly stepped forward and asked, "What happened? What made her so angry?"
"It's alright, don't worry about it. This cooperation doesn't need to continue; we can wait for other opportunities."
Xie Wenwen, unaware of what had happened, anxiously asked, "Weren't things just fine a moment ago? Why did they suddenly turn on each other?"
“The other party wants to buy out our work. I don’t know if they will credit other studios later.” Song Mai knew Xie Wenwen would understand, so she spoke directly.
"What are they thinking? We'd rather not accept this collaboration!" Xie Wenwen said angrily, throwing the invitation aside.
They thought the matter was over, but the next morning, the studio received an uninvited guest.
A woman fully armed and wearing sunglasses pushed open the studio door. Just like the agent from yesterday, she looked him up and down, seemingly with some disdain.
Lin Ran looked at her curiously and stepped forward to ask, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I'm here to see your boss. Call Bai Wan'er out."
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Ran said softly, "She's not here today, but you can tell me what's on your mind."
Who do you think you are?
Upon hearing this, Lin Ran froze on the spot.
Over the years, her temper has improved.
Based on his usual behavior, he would definitely have kicked this rude woman out right now.
She took a deep breath and reassured herself not to take it too seriously.
"I'm sorry, I suggest you come back at another time."
The woman was furious that Lin Ran would be so ruthless towards her.
"Do you know who I am?" the woman said, letting out a smug, cold laugh.
Lin Ran lazily raised her eyes and casually said, "Who you are has nothing to do with me. If you don't want to consult with me, you can only come back at another time."
Enraged, the woman removed her sunglasses and glared at him, demanding, "Now do you know who I am?"
"Chen Nianyao," Lin Ran said her name calmly, without any change in expression.
Chen Nianyao narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Is this the attitude of your studio? Nothing special."
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