The first day of the script reading went reasonably well. Many actors offered their opinions and questions, some of which were very helpful to Shang Yechu. However, she couldn't help feeling resentful that Shao Guangji had rejected the character details she had painstakingly uncovered.
Shang Yechu pulled out the notes from her phone, organized them into categories, and prepared to choose a day to gamble with Shao Guangji again. If the great director Shao could convince her with reason and evidence, she would apologize to Shao Guangji; if he could only stubbornly spout nonsense, Shang Yechu would at least give him a good thrashing.
After the reading session, the first day's dinner for the film crew took place. A group of people gathered in a restaurant in the capital, clinking glasses, exchanging pleasantries, and getting to know each other. This is basically a regular activity for every film crew.
As the lead actress, Shang Yechu had to flit about like a butterfly, introducing herself. The actors and staff mostly greeted her with smiles and showered her with compliments.
The cast and crew of "The Heavenly Emperor" are mostly artists from the Beijing entertainment circle. The Beijing and Hengdian entertainment circles have long disliked each other, and Shao Guangji, a veteran of the Beijing circle, actually found a peasant from the Hengdian circle to play the lead role in "The Heavenly Emperor," which made many people suspicious.
In the eyes of these people, Shang Yechu saw doubt, contempt, and disdain, but most of all, she saw envy and hatred. Shang Yechu enjoyed being feared and envied by her peers; she believed that someone who didn't attract envy was mediocre.
The dinner was in full swing, amidst the pleasantries, when my phone suddenly vibrated.
Shang Yechu was busy dealing with an enthusiastic assistant director offering a toast and didn't have time to pick up her phone. But the phone seemed to be bewitched, buzzing and vibrating incessantly.
This time, Shang Yechu could no longer ignore it. When an artist receives a barrage of urgent calls, the best course of action is to quickly find a quiet place, answer the phone, and ask what happened. After all, you never know what kind of trouble the entertainment industry might throw at you.
Shang Yechu smiled and dismissed the assistant director, then picked up her phone, went to the rooftop, and turned it on.
The screen exploded with messages; various messaging apps kept sending new messages, phone calls, and WeChat call requests. A closer look revealed messages from Ji Juntao, Su Ge, Grandma Hu, Jian Xiaojun, the company's PR department, and Shang Yechu's seven or eight assistants and agents. Everyone was bombarding Shang Yechu like madmen.
Ji Juntao: [What exactly happened?!]
Su Ge: [Oh my god! Is this a movie or for real?]
Grandma Hu: [Ye Zi, is it true?]
Jian Xiaojun: [Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap... If it's fake, I hope it's real. If it's real, I hope you're prepared. Enough said, I'm rooting for you, sister!]
To the PR department, agents, and assistants: [[Web link]]
With a throbbing in her temples, Shang Yechu hurriedly hung up the constant stream of phone calls and WeChat video calls while casually clicking on a message from her assistant.
The assistant sent a Weibo link. Shang Yechu clicked it twice, but the internet speed seemed particularly slow, and the link always resulted in a blank page.
The system failed at the crucial moment! Shang Yechu was extremely anxious and didn't bother to check other messages; she immediately opened Weibo.
The moment Shang Yechu saw the top spot on Weibo's trending topics list, her vision went black, and she almost forgot to breathe—
#YeChu'sLoveRelationship#[Breaking News]!
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