"In terms of ability," Zhuang Sheng paused, "I admit that your acting skills are better than mine. But I am a male artist, and I gain fans faster, more, and more easily than you. Therefore, in this respect, we are even."
Shang Yechu couldn't help but laugh: "You actually know that male celebrities gain fans easily." You're a bit better than those idiots who get the benefits and then act innocent.
Zhuang Sheng didn't answer the question, but continued, "The only thing I'm not as good at as you is luck. You have so many directors and screenwriters who appreciate you, and you have a boss to back you up. But the boss never backs me up."
Shang Yechu rested her chin on her hand, looking up at Zhuang Sheng. She suddenly found it very interesting that a twenty-year-old young man... if she hadn't been affected by the drugs, if she hadn't died or been reborn, would she be in the same foolish state as Zhuang Sheng now?
"In conclusion," Zhuang Sheng concluded, "I am the most threatening person to you in the company. It's normal for you to want to suppress me."
Shang Yechu smirked: "Since I want to suppress you, why don't you switch jobs? As far as I know, Guanjun Century, Meta Pictures, and OAMO Entertainment have all offered you positions, right?"
Zhuang Sheng was shocked, not expecting Ye Chu to know even such a private matter. He had only told his agent about it, and the agent had reported it to the boss. Why was President Ji telling Ye Chu everything?
"Those companies don't really want me; they just want to annoy the boss," Zhuang Sheng scoffed. "If I really went, they wouldn't take me seriously at all!"
Shang Yechu burst into laughter. Zhuang Sheng was taken aback, then angrily shouted, "What are you laughing at?!"
"It's nothing..." Shang Yechu said with a smile, "I was thinking about when I was young."
"You're only in your twenties, what are you pretending to be, acting like an old man?" Zhuang Sheng frowned. For some reason, although Ye Chu was smiling, he felt that the other person was very sad.
Ye Chu's outburst on set only made him feel ashamed and resentful, but the current Ye Chu made him extremely flustered.
"Alright, alright, I won't act like I'm old and presumptuous anymore. You can continue." Shang Yechu waved her hand.
"I've said everything." Zhuang Sheng turned her head away, refusing to look at Shang Yechu's expression. "This is very unfair, Yechu."
Shang Yechu stood up.
Zhuang Sheng subconsciously took a step back, then another.
Shang Yechu looked him up and down: "Do you think that you've gotten to where you are today because I've been suppressing you?"
Zhuang Sheng remained silent.
Shang Yechu stepped forward: "Do you think that without me, those two billion or so from Happiness Street would be yours?"
"I didn't!" Zhuang Sheng said urgently. "What I mean is, without Huang Feizhang, Sister Hong and Fatty Zhang have changed to the third division..."
Zhuang Sheng was somewhat anxious. He didn't want Shang Yechu to disappear; he hadn't even considered that possibility. He just hoped Yechu wouldn't look at him with the eyes of someone scrutinizing a junior, but rather as a comrade-in-arms. Just like... just like the boss, just like Gu Wenhua. Ideally, everyone else would cease to exist, or play supporting roles, leaving only the two of them together—
"I understand." Shang Yechu raised her hand to stop him. "You mean you think you're no worse than Huang Feizhang and the others, maybe even a little better. As for me, I'm just luckier and a better actor than you, it's not a big deal. We, who are about your level, took away the 'Happy Street' that you worked so hard to create, leaving you only able to wallow in idol dramas. So you resent us, is that right?"
Zhuang Sheng didn't answer, but his body language clearly said "yes".
Shang Yechu nodded. This explained Zhuang Sheng's dejection. The feeling of missing out by 0.1 points is completely different from missing out by 200 points. Moreover, Zhuang Sheng felt that in the "Happiness Street, Please Come In!" team, Shang Yechu only had 0.1 points more than him, while the others had several points less—how could he not be resentful?
"I'll give you one last chance." Shang Yechu returned to the table and picked up her script.
"What?" Zhuang Sheng was stunned.
Shang Yechu rolled the script into a tube, walked up to Zhuang Sheng, and gently tapped his shoulder.
“I’m giving you one last chance, because back then you were by President Ji’s side, not me. In that respect, I’m not as good as you.”
Before Qingping Entertainment took off, Ji Juntao was always the one running around to dinner parties and drinking parties. At that time, Zhuang Sheng, who was still a minor second-tier celebrity, stayed by her side, helping her fend off drinks and get everyone drunk.
Zhuang Sheng blushed and stammered, "What...what opportunity?"
Shang Yechu lowered her eyes to look at the script.
"Filming starts tomorrow. I'll show you whether you and I, and us, are really just a matter of luck."
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