With them around, Chu Yu had nothing to worry about. All she had to do was regularly check the accounts, collect the money, and inspect the work.
She devoted herself entirely to adapting "The Businesswoman".
Mandarin has enough funds to start a company. She hasn't asked what conditions are required to set up an entertainment company yet. With Dai Donglin around, there shouldn't be any major problems.
In the 1980s, there was no awareness of cultivating stars. Only film studios trained a group of young actresses. Because they were scarce, the conditions were very strict.
The actresses selected are all beautiful and talented.
The aesthetic standards of that era were not as uniform as in later generations. Many of the actresses selected had flaws in their facial features and imperfect contours, yet they won the audience's favor with their superb acting skills and personal charm.
Because there were fewer films and television dramas, the selection of actors was more stringent. Actors received low salaries but burned their passion, making it a rare golden age for the entertainment industry.
Chu Yu wanted to invest in film and television dramas and also sign artists. She wanted to select some outstanding ones from the list in Deyang, and meet the rest later. Right now, she only planned to invest in this one drama. Signing too many actors would mean they wouldn't get any roles to act in.
However, besides acting, modeling, calendar modeling, and singing are all opportunities.
Dai Qinxue and several officials' wives gathered together. Mrs. Song served her tea attentively, exchanging pleasantries with a smile.
"Qinxue, you said last time that your dad could help make things happen, is that true?"
Dai Qinxue picked up her tea and took a sip. Her clothes were all designer brands, and her earrings and necklaces were the latest styles. She was beautiful and elegant, with big wavy hair and wiping her lips. At first glance, she really did look like a rich heiress.
She met these officials' wives while playing cards. Dai Qinxue "inadvertently" revealed that she was the daughter of the Dai family, and these officials' wives surrounded her and flattered her in various ways.
Dai Qinxue easily succeeded, smiling as she touched her hair.
“Sister Song, you know how strict my dad is. This kind of small thing is no problem for him, but my family is very strict. I have to put in a lot of effort to get your husband promoted.”
Mrs. Song understood immediately and, away from her mahjong partners, pushed the bulging envelope to Dai Qinxue.
"Qinxue, don't worry, I'm very sensible. As long as Secretary Dai can help me get things done, I'll definitely get a reward later."
Dai Qinxue weighed the thickness of the envelope in her hand and reluctantly agreed. Originally, Dai Qinxue hadn't been so bold.
Ever since she swindled several thousand yuan from Zhou Fangchun, and Zhou Jian'an treated her like a goddess, Dai Qinxue felt as if her Ren and Du meridians had been opened up.
That old woman Jiang Meifeng was always rude to Shu Hui. Knowing that Shu Hui's family was well-off, Shu Hui didn't dare to talk back when she was scolded.
It feels so good to be superior to others. It's so hard to earn money. You work hard for a whole month and can't even earn twenty or thirty yuan. But as long as you lie and say you're the daughter of the Dai family, you can easily swindle several thousand yuan from others.
Mrs. Song gave her a little over two thousand yuan, and Dai Qinxue's expenses for the next two months were covered again. She hummed a little tune in a good mood.
Jiang Meifeng was washing clothes when Dai Qinxue smiled and gave her 10 yuan.
Jiang Meifeng reacted as if she had seen her own mother when she saw the money, and took the ten yuan and walked out, saying, "Oh my, Qinxue, I haven't spoiled you for nothing. You've worked hard. I'll go buy some big bones and an old hen and make you chicken soup tonight."
Dai Qinxue sat high on the sofa, took off her high-heeled shoes, and ignored her with a stern face.
Seeing that she didn't object, Jiang Meifeng picked up the basket and went out.
Xu Yiyi hadn't come home from school, and no one was home. Dai Qinxue pushed open the bathroom door. Zhou Chufei had bad hygiene habits and always made a mess when he went to the toilet, urinating everywhere.
Dai Qinxue pushed open the door to the small bedroom with a cold face. Zhou Chufei was sitting on the bed reading a novel. Dai Qinxue walked over and, without saying a word, slapped him across the face.
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