The manager, dressed in all black, turned so green he was practically invisible!
The reporter sarcastically asked, "Do you use cursing your own artists into a vegetative state as a script?"
"Make way, make way! Yan Chen has just woken up and needs to rest. He cannot accept any interviews at this time, thank you!"
Chu Yuan, holding Ye Ye's hand, paused. It was Yan Chen again?
Is he here on vacation?
This is bizarre! In just a few hours, she has already encountered something related to Yan Chen for the third time.
First, there was a notebook with Yan Chen stickers on it, then there was a video of Yan Chen waking up from a vegetative state, and now it's a real person appearing!
Could it be that even the heavens think she should become Yan Chen's sugar daddy and give him a freebie to become a father?
I can't help but want to wait and see Yan Chen's real appearance. After all, photos are often misleading these days. Even the camera angles in TV dramas are very tricky. What if the real person is a disappointment?
But Ye Ye couldn't wait any longer and tugged at Chu Yuan's hand impatiently, "Mommy, the elevator's here, let's go!"
"Oh, okay." Chu Yuan had no choice but to follow her young master into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, Yan Chen finally bent down in the old van—
He wore a black punk jacket with gray casual pants, and his face was covered not only by a mask but also by sunglasses.
He projects an image of a cold and aloof boss who keeps strangers at bay.
He ignored the reporters and walked straight into the hotel.
Since I had already checked in online, there was no need to linger at the front desk, so I quickly went upstairs.
At a high-end resort, bodyguards would naturally deal with the reporters, preventing them from relentlessly pursuing Yan Chen.
Once inside the presidential suite on the top floor, Yan Chen removed his mask and sunglasses.
His face is handsome and refined, with exquisitely sculpted features and a noble and dignified air, like that of a male god.
Without saying a word, he took off his coat and headed for the bathroom.
His agent, Brother Cheng, grabbed his wrist and said, "Yan Chen, don't blame me for not reminding you, the money in your bank account isn't enough for you to stay in this kind of suite for a few days!"
As Cheng Ge spoke, he frowned, thinking that Yan Chen had gone mad!
It started when I suddenly and inexplicably woke up in the afternoon.
Normally, a patient who has been ill for a long time should look for a doctor as soon as he opens his eyes. But he didn't care about the doctor or his assistant. He pulled out the IV and ran out of the hospital. The first thing he said when he called him was, "Brother Cheng, I want to go on vacation!"
Good heavens, what right does he have to apply for a vacation?
As an actor, I haven't played many breakout roles over the years. I'm basically one of those people in the entertainment industry who earn a fixed salary. Although I earn a little more than the average person, it's really not something to be proud of in this industry.
Even her own role as manager isn't one-on-one; she also has to manage other artists.
So after the accident, he had no choice but to hire an intern assistant to take care of him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to afford food.
In this situation, how could he be so at ease as to abandon that mess and go on vacation?
They insisted on staying in the presidential suite, which costs over 100,000 yuan a night—the same price as the lowest-level underwater suite!
What else could it be but madness?
Upon hearing this, Yan Chen turned his head, his captivating phoenix eyes lowered slightly, glanced at Brother Cheng's hand, and said in a calm tone, "Brother Cheng, don't worry about the money."
After saying that, he walked straight in, closing the door behind him.
Cheng took a step after him, but almost bumped his nose, which had been implanted, into the glass door. He retreated in embarrassment and fright.
He cursed and swore, "You brat, are you possessed? You're like a completely different person since you woke up!"
"What do you mean, 'don't worry about money'? What am I worried about now? That you'll suddenly become famous and want to terminate your contract? That's infuriating!"
He plopped down on the sofa, but his mind was racing.
Perhaps, we can really use this topic of a vegetative patient's mysterious awakening to generate some buzz.
After all, the audience is full of curiosity.
Even if you didn't know who Yan Chen was before and had never heard of the name, the bizarre event of a person waking up from a vegetative state instinctively makes you want to see the person involved.
Opening Weibo, I saw the words "[Yan Chen's vegetative state patient mysteriously awakens]" floating in the top ten trending topics.
His lips curved into a smile.
After ten years of playing minor roles, Yan Chen's chance has finally come!
The phone suddenly vibrated, and Cheng Ge subconsciously answered it. "Xiao Mu, don't rush me. I'm still with Yan Chen. Keep a close eye on An Xin. I'll be there in a bit."
He has two artists under his management, one male and one female.
The male is Yan Chen, and the female is An Xin, but neither of them are very popular, although An Xin is slightly better than Yan Chen.
She can at least get a supporting role in several dramas, instead of Yan Chen only being able to play minor parts.
Even if he's lucky, he'll at most be the fifth or sixth male lead, and they'll all be characters with particularly heavy-handed looks, so that the audience can remember his roles but not him as a person, and naturally, his fame won't rise.
It's not that he's snobbish; it's just that in the entertainment industry, where profit is king, he has no choice but to be snobbish and can only prioritize the artist who makes the most money.
Furthermore, An Xin's latest drama is a big production. Although she is the second female lead, she is working with many big names. If she performs well, she might become an overnight sensation. Therefore, he must pay close attention to her.
"No, Brother Cheng, it's not about Sister Anxin," Assistant Xiao Mu said, his words faltering.
Brother Cheng grew impatient. "Xiao Mu, you're a seasoned artist assistant now. Speak concisely and to the point. This ambiguity is incredibly annoying, you know?"
With a short temper, he grabbed the phone and hung up!
But a short while later, Xiao Mu called again.
After answering the call, Cheng Ge pressed the speakerphone button and casually tossed the phone onto the bed. "You'd better have something urgent to say, or don't blame me if I get angry and yell at you!"
Xiao Mu on the phone paused for a moment. Knowing Cheng Ge's temper well, he spoke at the fastest speed he had ever used, "Cheng Ge is the one who starred in Yan Ge's movie before. The premiere is this afternoon. And because of Yan Ge's awakening from his vegetative state, everyone is curious, so many people have booked movie tickets to see Yan Ge in person. Therefore, the booking situation is quite good right now!"
After speaking in one breath without taking a breath, Xiao Mu felt as if she was about to suffocate.
Cheng Ge's eyes lit up as he listened, and he didn't bother to ask Xiao Mu anything. He rushed over, grabbed his phone, and checked the platform.
Upon seeing this, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed as if blooming, and she couldn't help but cluck and laugh like a hen!
Xiao Mu, who hadn't hung up the phone yet, was speechless.
Should he remind Brother Cheng that he's still there, or quietly hang up the phone and pretend he didn't hear anything?
After hesitating for a long time, Xiao Mu chose the latter.
He was afraid of being murdered by Brother Cheng.
Cheng Ge chuckled mysteriously for a while, then his fingers immediately began to move nimbly across the phone keyboard!
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Family, I'm so conflicted! Should I aim for 1 million words? *sobs*
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