Chapter 130 Slap in the Face, Too Late to Regret [2 Updates]
The producer's legs go weak whenever he sees Nie Chao.
Although he was in charge of the script's overall planning and filming, he didn't know what the boss's preferences were.
Originally, he produced a short web series based on the current trend of web series, making sure it was as melodramatic as possible, using all sorts of things like amnesia and chaotic love triangles.
At the time, the producer saw many comments online and thought it was a good thing.
Who knew their boss would personally come to the studio and threaten to break their legs if they continued to make such melodramatic dramas.
The producer was filled with anxiety.
Their boss rarely comes to Hengdian, so is he really coming?
On the side.
The moment the producer spoke, Luo Ziyue's mind went blank, and her ears started ringing.
"..."
She couldn't quite understand what the producer was saying. Her arrogant expression froze on her face as she stared blankly ahead, her eyes lifeless.
The staff members who followed her froze in disbelief.
Is that extra in the pink suit and slippers the boss?!
So just now, he was trying to take the boss's chair and even said some harsh words?
The staff member shuddered, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Just as he was about to confirm with the producer, the producer wiped his sweat and spoke again: "Ms. Luo, let me introduce you. This is our investor, Mr. Nie Chao."
"No, no, I wouldn't dare." Nie Chao, still holding his luxurious chair, said sarcastically upon hearing this, "I'm not an investor, I'm just an extra who's been blacklisted by Hengdian."
Luo Ziyue's face turned deathly pale in an instant, all traces of her previous arrogance vanished.
Her lips trembled; she wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a single word.
Upon hearing Nie Chao's words, the producer remembered what Luo Ziyue had said earlier, and was both shocked and furious: "What did you say? You want to drive the investors out of Hengdian?"
"No, I..." Luo Ziyue was extremely embarrassed and felt ashamed.
My face was burning with pain, and I wished I could find a crack in the ground to bury myself in.
She was used to acting like a diva, even before her debut in "Youth 101," and the other contestants dared not speak out against her.
After all, she has powerful connections. Even if someone dislikes her and exposes her, their Weibo account will be completely deleted. In the end, the one who exposes her will be the one who suffers.
Therefore, Luo Ziyue never considered the consequences; whoever offended her, she would tell them to get lost.
Who would have thought that such a big investor would dress so indecently?
"Mr. Nie, I'm so sorry." Luo Ziyue had no choice but to apologize, her voice trembling, "I didn't know before, I offended you, I'm really..."
"Don't apologize to me." Nie Chao wasn't buying it. "What did you just say about our Seventh Young Master's sister? Say it again?"
He looked her up and down again: "What are you that you deserve her to come for you?"
Seventh Young Master is barely one of those who can have this privilege.
What is this obscure celebrity?
Nie Chao really wanted to pick up a chair and vent his anger.
One sentence was enough to humiliate Luo Ziyue so much that she could barely stand. Her face was pale, and she stammered, "Miss, I...I'm sorry, I always thought you were my illegitimate child, I..."
The girl ignored her completely, not even glancing at her.
This made Luo Ziyue feel even more humiliated, and the color drained completely from her lips.
She looked at Nie Chao again, her tone for the first time carrying a hint of pleading: "Mr. Nie Chao, I really didn't mean to."
"Sorry, your grandpa is just that petty." Nie Chao has seen many beauties in the entertainment industry, and Luo Ziyue is not even worth his attention. He directly told the producer, "Tell her to get out of our crew right now, and don't let me see her in Hengdian."
The producer naturally listened to Nie Chao and made a quick decision: "Miss Luo, you don't need to come to film at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll settle your payment for the past few days."
"Take all your stuff and your crew and leave. This small film crew can't afford to support someone as important as you."
Luo Ziyue swayed, her face deathly pale.
Waves of regret washed over her, and she felt incredibly frustrated; tears welled up in her eyes.
“And this employee, he’s fired.” Nie Chao added, “What kind of work attitude is that? He has no manners at all. It’s lucky that he ran into me. If he ran into another company’s CEO, I think he could just go home and farm.”
The staff member trembled violently: "Boss, I didn't know it was you. If I had known..."
"What, you think you can get away with this now that you know?" Nie Chao snorted. "This is too unlucky. You figure out how to handle this. We're leaving now."
He cleared his throat and lowered his voice: "Seventh Young Master, am I handsome?"
Fu Yunshen glanced at him, a half-smile on his face: "Let's talk when you have some taste in clothing."
“What’s wrong with my taste in clothes?” Nie Chao muttered. “If I had the presence of you and my brother, I could wear a burlap sack.”
After seeing the three off, the producer called out, "Boss, don't worry, this time the drama will definitely satisfy you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl stop, turn around, and walk towards him again.
Ying Zijing took out a bag of snacks and said, "I think the script is good."
The producer was stunned.
"Keep it as melodramatic as possible, the more the better." Ying Zijing yawned and nodded slightly. "Promising, keep up the good work."
The producer stared blankly at the bag of potato chips the girl had given him.
After a while, he scratched his head and went back, bewildered.
**
After being humiliated by Nie Chao, Luo Ziyue had no face to settle her payment.
That evening, she hurriedly left Hengdian in her nanny van.
On the way, the agent finally learned the whole story and was so angry that she wanted to curse: "Luo Ziyue, what did I tell you? I told you to tone it down and stop acting like a big shot. This is not your time for auditions!"
"This is a script that the company worked hard to get for you. Are you going to die if there's no soft chair to sit on? Do you have to fight with others for a chair?"
Luo Ziyue's expression was very unpleasant: "He's a boss, dressed so ridiculously, who would recognize him?"
Her diva-like behavior is selective, depending on who she's dealing with.
She's too busy trying to curry favor with investors to possibly offend them.
"Luo Ziyue, I'm warning you, your debut spot was bought, which has already angered netizens." The manager was speechless, barely suppressing her anger. "If the company hadn't created a persona for you that portrays you as someone who dares to love and hate, you wouldn't even have any fans, do you know that?"
Luo Ziyue fell silent and pursed her lips.
Of course she knew that her debut was due to her sugar daddy buying her tickets.
Her debut spot actually belonged to the rightful ninth-place winner, but she snatched it, so the ninth-place winner naturally didn't debut.
However, the ninth-place winner had quite a few fans who voted for her, and after the debut results were announced, they even went to her Weibo to criticize her and express their indignation.
But what can we do about it?
No matter how high your ranking is in several performances, how can an amateur without company support compare to her?
Luo Ziyue didn't feel anything about it at all.
That's how the entertainment industry is; if you have a sugar daddy, climbing the ladder is easy.
"Go back first." The agent couldn't say anything more, after all, he was ordered to take good care of Luo Ziyue. "There are other scripts, you can choose one."
**
This year's Labor Day holiday was a five-day break, and many students from Qingzhi High School happily went on trips after finishing their exams.
Aside from the seniors who are still taking extra classes, the rest are the teachers grading the papers.
Teachers are all complaining. They've lost their holidays and now they have to look at pictures of delicious food sent to them by their students on social media.
The principal is utterly inhuman.
However, this is also a tradition of Qingzhi Middle School. The midterm exams of the second semester are all before May Day. After May Day, the rankings are posted and the papers are handed out directly.
But this time, some teachers had a pretty easy time.
Especially the physics teachers.
Multiple-choice questions are graded by machine, no teacher needed.
The remaining questions are one experimental question, two problem-solving questions, and one elective question, which don't amount to much in terms of points.
Most importantly, this exam was very difficult.
Whether it's the exam papers for gifted students or the regular exam papers for other classes, they are much more difficult than in previous years, which has resulted in many students not answering any questions.
The physics group leader was reluctant to get up early to grade papers.
But after revising more than a dozen pages, he felt satisfied.
He was assigned to an elective course, which included five classes, including the gifted class.
Surprisingly, very few people wrote the optional questions.
I wrote one of the few things, just a mechanical wave formula, which deserves two points.
At first glance, it was all white. He didn't even need to look at it; he just drew a zero.
He found grading this paper so easy.
The physics group leader sat in front of the computer, happily grading papers and even humming a little tune.
He had also looked at the questions this time. The elective questions on the regular exam were at the level of a physics competition, and only some top students in the science experimental class who were also top students in physics competitions could solve them.
As for the exam papers for the gifted class?
He looked at the answer for a long time before he understood the solution approach.
After grading one hundred regular papers, the physics group leader switched to grading the papers from the gifted class.
There are a few outstanding students in this year's gifted class; who knows, they might even be able to solve the elective questions?
But the result was still blank, blank, blank.
He also got zero points, zero points, zero points, without even his hands shaking.
The physics group leader was overjoyed, thinking that he could take his wife and son hiking after he finished grading, until he flipped to the last answer sheet.
(End of this chapter)
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