Chapter 515

Sister Yanzi:

As the "organizer" of the premiere of *Youth in the Wild*, after receiving the list of celebrities coming to support the event, her hands were literally trembling.

Isn't this supposed to be over?

Live through that day and then die immediately?

Reba, Nazha, Meng Jie, Li Xin, Li Yitong, Jin Da Xi, Chen Yao, Sister Xiao Zhao, Big Mi Mi, Sister Tian Tian, Dou Xiao Tian, Song Qian, Zhang Tianai, Zhao Jinmai, Unlike Ni Ni, Mao Xiaotong

That long list made her scalp tingle; she unconsciously held her breath.

Not everyone on here is actually connected to our Xiao Bai, but she had no idea which ones truly were and which were just friends.

After her head buzzed for a while, Sister Yanzi was forced to start assigning seats, but after a while, she felt like her skull was about to explode.

How the hell do you arrange this without them all "fighting"?

Who knows how many of them hate each other? And some seem like best friends, but if you seat them together, they might turn the whole thing into a public breakup.

And even if she assigns seats, will they really sit according to the name tags?

The kind of name-tag-switching stunt Peng Yuyan pulled might happen on a massive scale at this premiere.

Sister Yanzi: Destroy me.

She felt this was the most difficult situation she'd faced since rapidly advancing alongside Xiao Bai.

The names on her list weren't gentle, lovely girls—they were living ancestors.

This movie premiere felt like a gasoline drum packed with explosives; one spark and it would blow.

With no other options, Sister Yanzi couldn't help but seek outside help.

Like her first "teacher," Yang Xing—the very first benefactor who launched Bai Liang's career.

She learned a lot of talent agency knowledge from Yang Xing, who was essentially her mentor.

Though she rarely consults her now, they've stayed in touch, and Yang Xing is still the CEO of Huang Jingyu's company.

"Director Yan, why the sudden dinner invite? You must be swamped, right~?" Yang Xing teased her immediately upon meeting.

"Yang Jie, stop teasing me—I've hit a wall and have no idea what to do, so I came to ask for your advice," Sister Yanzi sighed.

"You find it hard?"

That stunned Yang Xing—Sister Yanzi wasn't the naive little girl she used to be; she was now a feared force in the industry. If even she found something difficult…

Hss!

Yang Xing suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, "Could it be… Xiao Bai got someone pregnant? Who with? Never mind, don't tell me—is it because the girl's demanding recognition?"

Hearing this, Sister Yanzi nearly spat out her coffee.

She quickly waved her hands, "No no no, Xiao Bai didn't get anyone pregnant—it's not that extreme."

"Then what else? The only thing that could stump you must be something involving women."

Bai Liang's lifestyle wasn't a secret in the industry—rumors were half-true, half-false. Yang Xing hadn't actively investigated, but from experience, she knew Bai Liang had at least several extremely close "fair ladies."

It's not really a big deal.

Men are like that.

As long as Bai Liang can keep everything under control, people will actually respect him more.

"People" here refers to all the film and TV capital.

Usually, such gossip is a minus for an artist—partners worry he'll blow up and ruin the project.

But with Bai Liang? It's almost become a plus.

The Immortal is awesome!

As long as he can charm them and hold it together, everyone just thinks he's got real talent.

But Sister Yanzi's face was grim—she wasn't nearly as optimistic as Yang Xing.

After all, her Xiao Bai was growing bolder by the day.

"It's related to women, yes."

Sister Yanzi gave a vague description, not naming anyone specifically, but still revealing some info.

This wasn't leaking Bai Liang's privacy—it wasn't a secret in the industry anyway; once those girls gathered, everyone would know.

Yang Xing:???

Wait, what? How many are you saying?

Is this little bastard a donkey?

This time, it was her turn to nearly spit out her coffee.

She rubbed her temples, looking like her head was swelling.

Holy hell—this was way beyond any talent agent's scope.

Honestly, even if they dragged Wang Jinghua, the former number-one talent agent in mainland China, here, she'd be completely lost, eyes going black.

Who could possibly handle this? They'd probably flee overnight, dragging a train behind them.

"Yang Jie, even you can't fix this?"

"Based on my shallow experience as a talent agent, I've never seen anything like this—this guy is more insane than the gambling king who died this year."

Though Yang Xing couldn't help Sister Yanzi, she could come watch the spectacle.

Under Sister Yanzi's resentful gaze, she cheerfully said she'd go to the premiere with Huang Jingyu to show support.

Clearly, she wasn't coming to watch the movie—just to witness this "grand spectacle!"

Watching Yang Jie's face, barely containing her grin mixed with a touch of schadenfreude, Sister Yanzi was utterly defeated.

She wondered—should she ask Cai Yi too?

This Director Cai was also a seasoned veteran, and they had a good relationship.

Yang Xing: Don't waste your time—I can't, neither can she.

It's obvious now.

Just wait to die—there's no saving you!

The only thing left to do is go back and burn more incense, pray hard, and hope those female stars don't go at each other head-on or launch a full-scale brawl at the premiere.

Generally speaking, most female stars value their reputation and careers too much to make a complete mess of it.

But love is the hardest thing to predict—it blinds people and drives them mad.

Speaking of going mad—

"Damn! Even Shuangzi is coming to crash this party?!"

Sister Yanzi was completely at a loss—her own Xiao Bai had gone insane and was agreeing to anything?!

Jinxibei was already chaotic enough; how could he dare send a highly unstable "bomb" to the scene?!

The second reinforcement, Xiao Shui, gave her a thumbs-up and smiled confidently: "Sister Yanzi, don't panic—I've got a plan that might turn this mess into clarity."

"Teach me, Sister Xiao Shui!" Sister Yanzi grabbed her hand tightly, her expression earnest.

Xiao Shui struck a Longzhong pose, waving her hand lightly: "What's the big deal? The solution's right in front of you—you just overlooked it because you were blinded by the lamp."

"Oh? What?"

Then Xiao Shui opened the group chat for Bai Liang's global billionaire fan club.

"Drive the wolf to devour the tiger!"

Sister Yanzi:???

She stared at Xiao Shui, who was talking so confidently, and wanted to slap her right across the face.

Is this what you call a good solution?

Do you really think nothing will happen at the premiere, and now you want her to bring in another bunch of ancestors?

Female stars might still hold back if they haven't lost their minds, and won't make things too ugly. But those billionaire fans don't give a damn—they're not public figures, so they have zero reputation to lose or restraint to worry about.

Under Sister Yanzi's "looking at a dead man" gaze, Xiao Shui's confidence instantly crumbled; she grinned awkwardly: "Oh come on, Sister Yanzi, I was just joking! Look at you, getting all worked up?"

"Sister Xiao Shui, can you give me some actual useful advice?"

Xiao Shui had genuinely just been joking—she hung out in that group every day; she knew exactly what those billionaire fans were like.

If she actually pulled them over, the premiere wouldn't even need to happen.

But now Xiao Shui was a deputy general manager—jokes were jokes, but she'd genuinely given Sister Yanzi an idea.

"Do you remember where the most famous female-star rivalries and catfights in the entertainment circle used to happen?" Xiao Shui grinned.

Sister Yanzi shed her "wronged woman" demeanor, raised an eyebrow, and a name—once dominant but now fading—appeared in her mind.

"Harper's Bazaar Charity Night."

"Exactly! I knew you'd get it, Yanzi!" Xiao Shui praised again.

At its peak, Harper's Bazaar Charity Night was called the "Oscars" of charity—but soon, everyone tacitly accepted it as a stage for stars to compete in splendor, a venue for generating buzz, so potent it stirred up the entire entertainment pond.

For over a decade, it became the ultimate fame-and-fortune arena that every domestic star chased after.

With perfumed silks and fluttering hairpins, every tactic was used just to claim the top spot in buzz.

Almost every year, the group photo from Harper's Bazaar Charity Night became the definitive ranking of entertainment hierarchy and a map of star relationships.

And the public's gossip feast unfolded precisely from these subtle, ambiguous, or fiercely tense relationships.

With so many stars gathered, the organizers had to rack their brains just to arrange seating.

But since the year before last, Harper's Bazaar Charity Night had plummeted.

In 2018, the top stars were absent, and the junior stars filled in—but no one dared stand in the coveted center spot, so only Zhang Da Da, the designated scapegoat, stood alone in the middle and got roasted for it.

In 2019, there weren't enough stars, so influencers filled the gaps—and the buzz was completely crushed by GQ's "Retrospective of Fame and Fortune."

This year, due to the pandemic, it was outright canceled—and no one even felt the loss of this fame-and-fortune arena.

So Xiao Shui's suggestion was simple: she couldn't think of a better idea, but she could recommend someone with ample experience in this area.

Su Mang.

This former president of the fashion group and former editor-in-chief of Harper's Bazaar had more than enough experience with this kind of thing.

This arena was never something talent agents could handle—not even the most famous ones. You needed someone with the right professional background!

Sister Yanzi suddenly understood!

"Sister Xiao Shui, you're amazing! Why didn't I think of this before?"

"Different mindsets, you know? You're a talent agent; I'm in media—our ways of thinking are bound to differ," Xiao Shui grinned.

"Should I contact her directly?"

"Yeah, but be careful—don't let her use this to create her own buzz."

Xiao Shui spoke with unusual seriousness—this woman had once been the queen of the domestic entertainment fashion circle. Though she'd stepped down, who knew what she might still be thinking?

It's better to be cautious—what if she pulls off some huge stunt? It might get even harder to clean up.

But neither of them expected that after Lao Zhou contacted Su Mang, she immediately agreed to help—and even volunteered that she wouldn't stir up trouble.

Such a low, transparent posture made Sister Yanzi genuinely confused.

Has the female demon really cultivated inner peace?

On this point, Lao Zhou had something to say.

"Su Mang has always remembered how good Brother Liang was to her."

"Huh?" Sister Yanzi looked baffled—her own Xiao Bai had only attended Harper's Bazaar Charity Night once; how could Su Mang still remember him?

"Once, after Su Mang had already resigned, everyone abandoned her—her former celebrity friends ignored her completely. But our Brother Liang never changed his attitude toward her. When she was in power, she was bold and ruthless; now that she's out, she's gotten sentimental, constantly saying how good his character is and how he deserves to be this famous!"

Lao Zhou recalled, and also remembered that when Bai Liang swept all the fashion magazine awards, Su Mang had quietly lent a hand.

After all, she'd been the chief editor of the fashion group for so many years—she still had connections.

Even if people abandoned you after you left, not everyone vanished entirely.

It was quite strange—she didn't ask for anything in return, just helped out purely, and after that, there was never another word.

And she did this simply because Bai Liang's attitude toward her had never changed; when they met again, he still smiled warmly and greeted her.

Sister Yanzi: That's just how our Dou Xiao Bai acts—no matter how powerful or down on your luck, rich or poor, he treats everyone the same.

After all, who wouldn't want to meet a kind, warm capybara when their life is going downhill?

Sometimes, it really stays with you for a lifetime.

Because of this, Sister Yanzi thought of Fan Fan Bingbing—she seemed to be the same kind of person.

Our Dou Xiao Bai didn't avoid her at all after her incident; they just chatted, and before she fully retired, she sent over a pile of "legacy" items.

In essence, these two incidents were nearly identical.

It was only because Fan Fan Bingbing was so stunningly beautiful that some utterly bizarre rumors got dragged up.

Wait a second

Sister Yanzi suddenly jolted—this woman everyone saw as "stupid but genuinely beautiful ex-wife" also seemed to get along well with our Dou Xiao Bai… could it be she's also on the list?

She quickly called: "Dou Xiao Bai, is Fan Fan Bingbing on the list?"

"Ah~ Sister Yanzi, you're already answering before I finish asking? Yep, she just asked if she could come—add her too," Bai Liang said casually.

"Damn"

Sister Yanzi was utterly defeated—just end it already! Hurry up!

It's truly a "riot of demons dancing."

Sometimes, having too much female attention isn't a good thing at all—romantic luck is just romantic disaster!

She handed off the seating arrangement to Su Mang, then told her to slightly "maintain order" at the venue.

Sister Yanzi finally breathed a little easier—well, if it's going to blow up, it's going to blow up; she'd done all she could. If the premiere still "exploded," then it was just Bai Liang's destined trial.

What did he expect, daring to challenge a scene of this caliber?

Still, after looking at the list of attending artists so far, Sister Yanzi wondered: Is this even still a premiere?

There are so many people here, it could pass for a grand ceremony or awards show.

(End of Chapter)