The assistant found it unbelievable: "Huh? Impossible, who wouldn't like a handsome man or a beautiful woman who is both good-looking and capable? They can't even make a fortune, so how could they suffer a loss?"
Having worked in this industry for a long time, Zhuo Mian has long seen through the true nature of things: "It's because those people are talented and good-looking. Once they have fans, they will make demands, terminate their contracts, and go it alone. They don't need the company to pave the way for them. They are very difficult to control. Even if they are banned, there are fans willing to raise funds to redeem them and pay the exorbitant liquidated damages."
The assistant seemed to understand.
Zhumian wiped his eyes with a tissue. "But those who aren't so good-looking, just pretty boys and girls, and lack talent are different. They know they're not strong enough. Once their PR, resources, and brainwashing don't keep up, their true colors will be easily exposed. They still have to rely on their management companies to feed them resources in order to move up the ladder. That's why they dare not cut ties with their agencies, so that the capital can continue to control and exploit them."
The assistant suddenly understood.
Xiaomian looked at his phone and said, "The investors are not supporting talented handsome men and beautiful women, but those people. They are not stupid. They are much more shrewd than we think. They are just protecting their own interests, even if it means feeding the audience shit."
The assistant had never heard of such a statement before, and it suddenly dawned on him: "No wonder I said there are so many weirdos in the domestic entertainment industry now, and a lot of them have no acting skills."
There is no need to take a nap during the day.
But the assistant was relieved.
It turns out that the new boss is not difficult to get along with and is very approachable.
At least the tone he used when speaking to her was calm and gentle, and the boss was very patient even though she asked such a stupid question.
The assistant tried to continue the conversation: "Sister Mian, I saw you were carrying a gift bag, are you planning on giving it to someone?"
Zhuomian looked down at the bag of mung bean cakes and for a moment wanted to throw it away.
Because it was originally intended to be given to Gu Qingxu, there were ten mung bean cakes, and under each cake there was a word written, which together read "Without me, it is not you, from him I cannot understand her."
It means "Since we are interdependent and inseparable, I will just let others not understand me."
But now I think it’s a bit disgusting, and it’s an insult to Cao Xueqin’s poems.
She thought it was a pure and perfect relationship, one of mutual understanding and cherishment, but she didn't expect that he was hiding a huge dark cloud in a place that her class couldn't see. No wonder Hua Yan and Chen Huai said that.
The original intention to be together is gone.
Zhumian laughed at himself and said, "I wanted to give it to someone, but now that I don't have any contact with that person anymore, I don't know who to give it to."
The assistant said without hesitation: "Then give it to a friend."
I feel even more lonely when I sleep during the day.
Friend, she has none of that now.
On the phone, the drama club was bustling with activity. Because many people did not go home for the National Day holiday, the theater was open to everyone every night. It was not just for rehearsals, but also for various activities, so that everyone who lived too far away, had a place to go because the fare was too expensive, or they were too lazy to go.
I can't stay in the dormitory for seven whole days.
They were discussing whether to set up a game tonight.
When I took a nap during the day, I suddenly felt even more empty inside.
I am alone in Shanghai, and my only friend has gone home to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination.
Today is the day before Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is bustling everywhere. In the south city, the whole family is busy making mung bean cakes.
Mom and Dad are not around, and Xiao Meng is gone too.
She has no friends anymore.
The vice president suddenly threw out a vote in the group, and said that if thirty people could get together tonight, he would treat all thirty people to fresh meat mooncakes.
There are only a few people who like to eat fresh meat mooncakes, but there are many people who want to plunder this stingy man.
There are now twenty-nine people.
Zhumian looked at the number twenty-nine that had not changed for a long time, and finally pointed his finger, making the number thirty.
After a while, the group exploded with cheers.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo, thirty already! Stingy Zheng Xingying is about to pluck his feathers (turns into an ape) (snatches bananas from passersby) (flies into the jungle) (swings on vines)."
One hundred and sixty kilograms of Lu Tiao: "Hehehehehe, I want to eat one hundred fresh meat mooncakes, one hundred fresh meat mooncakes, one hundred fresh meat mooncakes, and gain two hundred kilograms!"
Zhang Shuang: "That's great, Senior Sister Zhoumian is here too, hehehehe, I'm going to kiss her to death mumumumumu."
The generous Zheng Xingying said: "Look, I won't stuff 200 kilograms into your mouths."
Zhuomian looked at these talented people and felt disgusted and helpless, but his mood improved a little.
It's been a long time since I last had friends, even if they were just casual acquaintances.
Suddenly, Xiaomian said, "Let's turn around and go to NUS."
The assistant responded: "Okay!"
When Shi Wang got off the plane and went to the city, he saw the streets full of Mid-Autumn Festival advertisements and banners. Because they had finished work and had a holiday the next day, many people were walking around the streets with their children. It was very lively and bustling. Nanjing Road was crowded with people, and the police on duty were maintaining order.
The shops selling mooncakes are crowded.
He walked away from those people and bought a cold drink when a girl asked him for his WeChat ID.
Shi Wang took the cold drink and left, leaving only one sentence: "No WeChat."
The girl: “…”
Shi Wang didn't know where to go. He was supposed to be reunited with his family today, but his home was in shattered pieces, leaving only an expensive empty shell that was disgusting inside.
If you continue to indulge, you will only lose.
The car stopped outside the theater, and Zhuomian walked in carrying the bag of mung bean cakes.
As soon as I entered, I saw people chasing and playing, and some were wearing pajamas and gathering to play team battle games.
No one was reading the script and the atmosphere was extremely relaxed.
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