Chapter 1
Ran Long loves to make trouble for others.
This is the biggest hurdle that Sister Hou has encountered in her life so far.
After a busy day, it should be lunch time, the most harmonious and relaxing time for the crew, but it is often the beginning of Sister Hou's nightmare.
Strictly speaking, Sister Hou is not an assistant, she is Ranlong's agent.
It was only because the small company was short-staffed, and Ranlong was known for her fickle nature, that no one was willing to wait on her during the busy days. That was why she would squat by the dining area, holding chopsticks and spoon, fiddling with her lunch box according to the instructions given by her ancestor:
Peel the tomatoes in the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, remove the fat from the pork belly in the braised pork, pick out the garlic in the stir-fried rapeseed with garlic, and remove the meat from the minced meat and garlic shoots.
You said she doesn't eat garlic, but she not only eats rapeseed fried with garlic, she also eats garlic shoots.
She doesn't eat meat, she only eats the lean meat and skin of pork belly.
And the skin! The skin attached to the fat!
Disgusting! A delicious lunch box has to be made to look like it was chewed by an old lady before I’m willing to eat it.
Even so, Sister Hou dared not speak out. Although she had many thoughts in her mind, she could only act like a little coward in front of Ranlong.
What's more, this was a mess she took over on her own initiative.
More specifically, it was a mess that a demigod had chosen for her.
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Three years after graduation, Sister Hou has also been working at Hulu Media for three years.
She was a small executive agent surviving in the cracks of an artist agency. She was often busy every day, making countless PowerPoint presentations and meeting countless people, only to find that it was all in vain.
Finally, when the artist she was working with showed signs of becoming popular and was poached by a big company, she realized that she was already 25 years old.
25 years old is the best age to work hard, no, to believe in fate.
She remembered that when she was not even as tall as a chair, a half-immortal had explained her birth date in detail.
Banxian said that when she turns 25, she will meet a "destined person", and her life and that person's life will undergo earth-shaking changes.
"From now on, we will enjoy endless wealth and splendor, the fragrance of flowers and the shadow of the moon. Coincidentally, these two children have both."
So she begged for a day off and embarked on a journey back to her hometown to look for the immortal who had told her fortune when she was a child, so that she could ask him for some advice and let her have a chance to turn her life around.
"You're looking for Zhou Banxian? I am him, what are you trying to do? Damn it, you're playing a belt again, and a belt again! You can't play any other cards besides a belt, right? A sharp knife belt! Do you have one?"
Sister Hou looked at the girl with a big hair who was holding cards in one hand and melon seeds in the other at the table, and called herself "Zhou Banxian" with a rather unhappy expression.
"Um... the Zhou Banxian I'm looking for is an elderly master, a, uh, man."
The afro-haired girl glanced at Sister Hou, spat on the ground, and looked back at the card table: "Sanxiao, if you have bombs, drop them quickly! Are you saving them for the New Year fireworks?"
"Do you know where that Zhou Banxian is?"
"What year are you from? What year is it this year? Little sister, that Zhou Banxian you're looking for, even if he was immortal, would have died by now!"
Before the afro-haired girl's opponent finished picking up the straight flush, she threw the cards on the table: "Business time, business time, we'll do it tonight, this round doesn't count!"
Several people at the card table were cursing at each other. The girl with the afro grinned and shoved a handful of melon seeds into Sister Hou's hand. She then swept the change from the corner of the table into her pocket, put her arm around Sister Hou's shoulder and left quickly.
Sitting down on a low table, the girl with the afro spoke slowly, "I'm the great-granddaughter of Zhou Banxian. If you want fortune-telling, come to me."
The girl looked like a little gangster in junior high or high school who was wearing makeup, so Sister Hou didn't dare to entrust her life to her easily.
She wanted to find someone who was at least reliable in terms of age, so she asked, "Does your grandfather also tell fortunes?"
"Yeah, but last winter I got drunk and fell into the ravine out back and froze to death."
"So...where's your dad?"
"Died together."
“…My condolences.”
"What's there to be mournful about? I've expected this a long time ago! I kept nagging them to stay away, but they didn't listen! Hey, they're dead!" Zhou Banxian picked the dirt from under his fingernails, snatched the melon seeds from Sister Hou's hand, and put them into his mouth.
“…”
I don’t know if it was because she was shocked by Zhou Banxian’s story, but Sister Hou thought for a while, made up her mind, took out her fortune book and several photos of artists from her bag, and placed them on the table.
The immortal reached out and pushed aside the fortune book, picking up a few photos and glancing at them again and again as if he couldn't let go. "Wow, so many handsome men and beautiful women? Oh, no, no, this is a serious business. Five hundred yuan, no credit."
Sister Hou was speechless, but the real Zhou Banxian had passed away, so she decided to try her luck and give it a try.
So she told the girl with the afro everything about her professional past.
"...Now, I have one spot left. I can choose one of these artists to lead. Banxian, who do you think I should choose?"
After listening to Sister Hou's story and flipping through Sister Hou's fortune book, Zhou Banxian changed his previous nonchalant attitude and looked at the artist's photo seriously.
"No, no, it's not these people. Stop hiding it and show it all to me."
"this……"
Sister Hou hesitantly took out the dyed photos that were hidden at the bottom of her schoolbag.
Halfway through her flight back home, she remembered that there seemed to be such a person. So she flipped through her phone album, found a photo taken at the annual meeting, and developed it on the spur of the moment.
The person in the photo has no makeup on, his eyes rolled up, revealing half of his eye whites that are scary and bloodshot; the dark circles under his eyes are as smudged as a national treasure, almost spreading to his cheekbones; his long curly hair is in several visible knots, which cannot be straightened unless he shaves it off and combs it long again; his thin lips are tightly pursed, and he looks like he is annoyed to have to attend his ex's wedding.
What was even worse was that after the photo was developed, she discovered that Ranlong's hand, which was half-hidden under his armpit and folded over his arms, was waving with his middle finger raised.
It costs five yuan to develop a photo, which is not expensive, but Sister Hou had no intention of taking out the photo of this person, so she was too lazy to develop another one.
"I'm sorry, Zhou Banxian, I didn't mean to insult you with this photo..."
However, what Sister Hou did not expect was that when Zhou Banxian saw the rude woman in the photo, his eyes inexplicably lit up and his spirits suddenly became radiant.
Sister Hou blinked, confirming that she had not mistaken the light in Banxian's eyes.
"That's her! The destined person who will help you turn your luck around!" Zhou Banxian said confidently.
"Wait a minute!" Sister Hou yelled, "Banxian, you don't know, this woman is a lunatic!"
"madman?"
"Crazy! Qiu An, do you recognize him, Qiu An?"
"Qiu An? The big star Qiu An from the movie?"
"Yes, that's her!"
"Who wouldn't know her? She's so beautiful! Oh, they say fate is destiny, why can't I be hers?"
"Oh, you don't know, the woman in the photo is called Ranlong. Two years ago, a video of her insulting Qiu An and slapping her was exposed!"
"Is there such a thing?"
"That's right! Qiu An is so famous and influential that she can't be removed from the trending searches. The entire internet is waiting for Ran Long's apology, but she refuses to issue one! We have no way to stop her! Since then, no one dares to ask Ran Long to film with her. Now, it's no different from being banned by the industry!"
Sister Hou said this anxiously. If this person could really turn the tide, she could take him with her, but she would have to beg him to find a job. But the problem was:
"Besides, Ranlong is a very troublesome person. You know, he has a low traffic, a big ego, and a bad temper!"
"It's not like she didn't have an agent before. Occasionally, she'd have an assistant for events. But every one of them, without exception, would be tortured half to death by her! Those who came back either resigned directly or used this as an excuse to pressure someone else to find a new artist!"
"Wow, there's something here." Zhou Banxian brought the dyed photo under his nose again and studied it carefully. "Tsk, judging by the face, it's a bit troublesome."
"A bit troublesome?! This is more than a bit troublesome! You know, we agent assistants all have our own WeChat groups, where we circulate a shared 'Artist Popularity and Blacklist' that lists the personalities, preferences, and precautions of the signed artists."
"This Ranlong is always at the top of the blacklist. No one has figured out her preferences. The comments all over the page reveal two words—
"Run!"
Sister Hou was so excited that her nose almost poked Zhou Banxian's eyes. She asked sternly, "Are you sure you want me to follow this person?"
Zhou Banxian nodded solemnly and said, "Follow her!"
On the way back to Beiji, Sister Hou was heartbroken about the consulting fees she had wasted on Zhou Banxian, plus the round-trip airfare and train tickets totaling 2,500 yuan.
Looking at the balance in her account and thinking about her daily life in the company, Sister Hou tossed and turned for most of the night before she finally realized that people should fight for their lives.
"Give me the dye."
"Stop, don't try to persuade me. If you continue to persuade me, I will regret it."
After reading through Ranlong's information, Sister Hou finally felt that something was seriously wrong.
Currently, Ranlong makes a living by live streaming and has not received any serious notices for a long time.
She has no executive agent or even an agent above her, so all career planning for this person from start to toe has to be done by Sister Hou alone.
Fortunately, Sister Hou hadn't had much interaction with Ranlong in the past few years at the company. However, her understanding of her was limited to that spreadsheet. If she wanted to make plans for her, she would probably have to find someone to talk to.
Sister Hou recalled her interactions with Ranlong and it seemed that she had helped her with several tasks.
After her previous agent left in anger, Ranlong had no one to connect with, so she could only @ everyone in the company group, asking the company to help her buy traffic and promote her live broadcast. No one paid any attention to her. Hou Jie, thinking that the company would take a cut of her live broadcast income, would occasionally help her buy things.
Sister Hou was timid and bought it quietly without telling anyone, so their intersection was almost zero.
That day at work, when Sister Hou was worrying about how to get Ranlong out, an extra email appeared in her work mailbox.
The title is "Audition invitation for Lingdong Film and Television's new project - Ranlong".
There are many scams targeting artists and agencies these days, especially those under the names of big companies. Sister Hou has seen a lot of them and is very wary, so she scoffs at them.
It wasn't until she saw the sender column that she saw the three big words "Yuan Chengyin" written on it.
My eyes almost flew to the screen. Are scams this bold these days?!
Yuan Chengyin is the most famous and eye-catching among the new generation of young directors.
A few years ago, her masterpiece "Half Life" not only made her famous throughout the country, but also sent Qiu An to the Golden Hong Award for Best Actress. Later, she went abroad to develop her career, and brought Qiu An to international fame and won many international film awards.
How many actors fought hard just to get an audition opportunity with her.
Industry insiders were reporting that Yuen Cheng-yin would be filming his new film in China, prompting a flurry of actor agents to rush in. Hulu Media also wanted to get in on the action, but unfortunately, no one had the connections to get their artists in.
But now, this great opportunity actually came to me?
Or was it the director of the National People's Congress who personally delivered it to my door? !
Sister Hou stared at the email for a long time, then tremblingly asked her colleagues, "Do you think Director Yuan Chengyin has the habit of proactively and personally inviting young actors to auditions?"
Colleagues knew that Sister Hou had just taken over Ranlong, and that she was asking such a nonsensical question at this time. They all looked at her as if she was stupid and said to her without any hesitation:
"How is that possible? What the hell do you want?"
"Even if she does, can we have this good fortune?"
Sister Hou also felt that she had lost her mind and was experiencing hysteria.
If her memory had not been disturbed by hysteria, Yuan Chengyin would be the third person in the video.
The video of Ranlong slapping Qiuan in the face.
And this director Yuan was also slapped by Ranlong.
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