"Miaozhu, try this, it's a specially blended Long Island Iced Tea, it's very delicious."
At the wrap party of the "Zi Jin" crew.
Her secret boyfriend, Shen Ruixuan, who is also an 18th-tier actor, took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and handed Sang Miaozhu a cocktail that he had taken from somewhere.
Perhaps to avoid suspicion, he put down his wine glass and left calmly, as if he was just taking care of an ordinary colleague.
Thinking of the man she had just caught a glimpse of, Sang Miaozhu lost her appetite and drank half a glass of high-concentration cocktail slowly without paying attention to the alcohol content.
At this time, agent Wu Tongqi came over.
She lowered her voice and spoke from the heart.
"Miaozhu, you don't want Ruixuan's talent to be buried, right?"
"At this age, if he doesn't get good scripts and good roles, his career will be over. You should think more about him."
"If it weren't for protecting you, he would have participated in a talent show and become a top idol. You should know better."
The alcohol made Sang Miaozhu's face red, making her look like she was daydreaming.
An unknown heat surged through my body.
Like a puppet, she asked blankly, "How can I care about him? I'm not as famous as him, and I haven't received a good script in a long time."
Wu Tong leaned closer and stuffed a room card into her handbag silently.
"Do you know Mr. Lin? He's the one who invested an additional 20 million in our crew a few days ago. He's very optimistic about you and Ruixuan and plans to invest heavily in you."
"Opportunities are for the wise. It depends on how you seize them."
Seeing that Sang Miaozhu was a little hesitant, Wu Tong continued to increase the temptation.
"Boss Lin is handsome, wealthy, and a promising young man. Go spend a night with him. Director Xu's next film is also a big production, and the second female lead is yours."
"Which popular actress in the circle didn't get through this way? Don't worry, Miaozhu, I will protect you with Shen Ruixuan."
Sang Miaozhu finally nodded in agreement.
Little did she know that after Wu Tong left, she reached into her bag and pinched the room card so tightly that it almost bent and deformed it.
It’s true that Mr. Lin gave me the room card.
But contrary to what Wu Tong said, Mr. Lin was a fat, greasy man in his forties with a Mediterranean appearance, who loved to touch young girls.
In her previous life, she did not listen to Wu Tong.
Since she has to rely on unspoken rules to exchange for resources, why can't she find a boss who is younger and richer than Mr. Lin?
Sang Miaozhu fell in love with Jiang Yu, whom she had met by chance.
Judging from his face and figure alone, Jiang Yu is the financial sponsor that countless celebrities dream of. Some people even don't ask for resources and money, but want to be with him.
Not to mention that the Jiang Group has a deep foundation and its subsidiaries have penetrated various industries. There are recent rumors that it will enter the entertainment industry. It is the time to tap into potential stocks.
She tried her best to find out Jiang Yu's room number.
8088, the top floor of the hotel, is a presidential suite reserved for him on a long-term basis. Even if he is not staying there, there is a dedicated cleaning and maintenance staff.
Of course, the room card cannot be easily changed.
But for some reason, the door was not locked that day, and Sang Miaozhu pushed it open and walked in. Jiang Yu was not there, and she was surprised and happy.
She crawled into bed and waited anxiously.
Jiang Yu came in the early morning. He drank too much at a social event. He loosened his tie and fell asleep without even noticing her presence.
She finally moved Jiang Yu from the sofa to the bed.
But when he woke up the next day, Jiang Yu said confidently: "I was drunk last night, it's impossible for me to do anything to you, so I won't see you off."
Even when she showed him the torn clothes on the floor, the fresh blood on the sheets, and the strawberry marks on his arms, he denied everything.
"Ma'am, I personally don't have the habit of tearing clothes. There are many places on the body that can bleed."
"As for the hickey, you can bite it yourself, so there's no need to use it to slander me. Not asking you for mental damages is my greatest patience."
Sang Miaozhu simply couldn't think of...
Jiang Yu is worth hundreds of billions, yet he actually did such a tasteless thing. Not to mention script resources, he is not even willing to give her a penny!
Sang Miaozhu suffered a loss and thought she was unlucky. After leaving the hotel, she was scolded by her agent Wu Tong for standing up Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin waited for her all night, but she didn't come. So he found another 18th-tier celebrity, who happened to be at odds with her.
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