Chapter 528

"I of course hope that you can film this movie according to your own ideas, instead of doing what Long Yan hopes you do—"

Chen Ziyan made an appointment with Liu Bige and Miao Yue to come out and talk about their next movie, which is the movie that Lu Yan He wants to star in.

"Spy war movies, even if they are commercial-oriented, there are actually not many examples of particularly high box office, right?" Chen Ziyan said. "This subject matter, the type ceiling is here, it has many classics, and is also liked by the audience. It's just that if you want to have a breakthrough in the box office, the difficulty is very high."

Liu Bige smiled.

"Ziyan, are you wanting me to film it into an art-oriented one?"

"No, neither art-oriented nor commercial-oriented," Chen Ziyan shook her head. "I hope you can stick to your authorship and film it according to your real ideas, neither pretending to be mysterious, filming it into clouds and smoke, nor like those spy war plays on the market, doing this movie according to the so-called narrative logic and commercial logic."

Liu Bige turned to look at Miao Yue.

Miao Yue: "Why are you looking at me, you are the director."

Liu Bige asked Chen Ziyan: "Ziyan, are you so unoptimistic about the box office of this movie? Afraid I'll mess it up?"

"No, it is exactly in the cooperation with you that I value the box office the least," Chen Ziyan shook her head. "I also hope you don't be influenced by the people at Long Yan Film Industry."

Chen Ziyan actually knew that as an agent of an actor, coming to tell Liu Bige this, more or less exceeded her boundaries.

Therefore, she could only try to handle this exchange like private friends.

"I also hope that you have such a good starting point as *Late Spring*, don't waste it," Chen Ziyan said. "Domestic commercial film directors have never been lacking, the market will lift them up, but directors like you who can win awards internationally—sorry, I'll just say it vulgarly, there are only a few, and this is not something that can be cultivated by the market. This is your greatest uniqueness."

Chen Ziyan said these words without any obscurity.

Many people will be wary, is it too direct, too secular, too copper-smelly to speak like this?

But in fact, such words depend on who says them.

Like an agent like Chen Ziyan, if she talks to you about flowers and snow, spring and snow, no one wants to listen.

And Liu Bige himself is not the kind of academic school that is incompatible with the world.

There is often an impression that artists are out of tune with the world.

However, reviewing the life resumes of most outstanding artists, you will actually find that it is not the case at all.

Chen Ziyan has dealt with Liu Bige many times, she is clear about Liu Bige's personality. Liu Bige is not the kind of artist who absolutely refuses to talk about fame and profit.

He is not that pretentious.

Sure enough, to what Chen Ziyan said, Liu Bige just nodded thoughtfully.

Miao Yue asked: "Sister Ziyan, are you hoping that Yan He acts in this film, acting as an art film?"

"I do have such a consideration," Chen Ziyan didn't hide it. "I didn't tell Yan He about this matter either. If I told him, he would definitely ask me not to interfere with your creation. Bige, you also know Yan He's personality. He doesn't know that in this world, everyone's creation is definitely being interfered with. There is no work that is 100% done according to the creator's intention. My selfishness is very simple, because these plays in Yan He's hands are all not movies with high artistic quality, and it just so happens that his next movie is to cooperate with you, especially, it just so happens that your combination is the most suitable lineup to rush for awards together. Not rushing for awards, I think it's a pity."

"Sister Ziyan's words make sense," Liu Bige laughed. "Actually, my idea is the same as yours, but I really haven't been able to talk to Long Yan side. They hope to make this spy war film into a big film with an all-star lineup. My own idea is, first of all, I hope to decide the actors myself, instead of stuffing a bunch of big stars in. I hate those big-name stars who have a lot of things, have many requirements, and always question the director's ideas. Besides that, I also want to film this movie more plainly. I even want to film it like a documentary, instead of something that looks like a movie at first glance. I want the style of this movie to give the audience a sense of documentary."

Chen Ziyan nodded.

Liu Bige said: "Even more rough and simple than the photography style of *Late Spring*. In it, I want to use a lot of long shots to give a panoramic presentation."

Chen Ziyan's heart surged immediately. Just hearing Liu Bige say this, Chen Ziyan almost had an imagination. Such a style is indeed the path of the film festival. Films that look exquisite are not the taste of those judges at the film festival.

Liu Bige said: "But Long Yan doesn't want this movie to be filmed like this."

"Do you need me to do anything?" Chen Ziyan asked.

Liu Bige: "You need to make them believe that even if it is filmed as a luxury blockbuster with an all-star lineup, the box office of this movie won't be very high."

Liu Bige is not that kind of blockbuster director.

Chen Ziyan: "I'll make an appointment with Mrs. Huang."

This film is called *Storm Calmer No. 1*.

After Chen Ziyan got the script, she read it carefully.

The next day, she made an appointment with Mrs. Huang to meet.

A sunny day, the breeze blowing, very comfortable.

As soon as Mrs. Huang heard her intention, she asked with a smile: "Why, is Liu Bige looking for you to be a lobbyist?"

Chen Ziyan smiled and said: "It's not that Liu Bige asked me to be a lobbyist, it's that I want to persuade him not to follow the path of commercial spy war films to make this film."

Mrs. Huang narrowed her eyes slightly.

Chen Ziyan immediately said: "Mrs. Huang, don't misunderstand, I don't have any intention to interfere with your company's project at all. I am just as Lu Yan He's agent, as the agent of the protagonist of this movie, standing in my position, putting forward such a suggestion."

Mrs. Huang looked at Chen Ziyan and said: "If it is filmed according to Liu Bige's own ideas, the box office of this movie is at most 100 million, 200 million? At most 300 million, you don't oppose this point, right?"

"Don't oppose," Chen Ziyan said. "However, Mrs. Huang, if it is filmed like this, it definitely can't win awards at international film festivals, let alone the copyright income after winning awards. And even if it is made into a big film with a luxury all-star lineup, there are no special effects, and it is not a subject matter of current market box office masterpieces. According to the market situation in the past five years, its ceiling is not high. Even if it is the combination of Liu Bige and Lu Yan He, 600-700 million is the end."

"Is 600-700 million not enough?" Mrs. Huang looked at Chen Ziyan with some surprise.

She originally thought Chen Ziyan would say lower.

Chen Ziyan said: "Compared to the income of the combination of Liu Bige, Miao Yue, and Lu Yan He being able to win awards internationally and then sell copyrights, whether it is short-term income or long-term income, 600-700 million is not enough. Many people think art films don't make money, that's because many domestic films can only earn box office money from theaters. However, Mrs. Huang, the film *Late Spring* is in your hands, it has been released for two or three years, it should still be continuing to earn copyright fees for you, right?"

Mrs. Huang was noncommittal, neither nodded nor shook her head.

"Many movies, after being released, TV and internet copyrights are sold, and they can't be sold anymore, and can only be sealed in the warehouse. However, if this film wins an award, or the director of this film becomes more and more awesome, his works will also be followed and concerned. This is the second reason I want to say. Liu Bige is not a director suitable for filming blockbusters. I have communicated with him many times, he is completely an author-type director. Such a director, you don't let him fully exert his ideas to film movies, but go to film a certain mode of movies, it is very likely to cause consequences that go against wishes."

Mrs. Huang looked at Chen Ziyan and said: "This sounds like you know Liu Bige better than I do."

"After all, I am an agent, and you are the boss of a film company," Chen Ziyan didn't retreat because of this sentence, still neither humble nor arrogant. "Mrs. Huang, for Long Yan, the family is big and the business is big, actually it doesn't lack a commercial film, genre film director. The industry's estimated box office for *Burning Fire* is 100 million starting. I say the truth, *Storm Calmer No. 1* can't sell to 100 million no matter how it sells. For directors and actors of the

Chen Ziyan's subtext was already very clear: when a film is released, even if it is marketed as a star-studded blockbuster, if the box office only reaches seven or eight hundred million, in the eyes of the market, a film of this caliber is not considered a success even with that figure. This would inevitably affect the market's attitude toward Long Yan—in other words, the attitude of the stock market.

Mrs. Huang said, "If the market defines Liu Bige as an art-house director, that would be a true loss for us at Long Yan."

"The market's definition of Liu Bige should be that of an art-house director with excellent box office results, like *Late Spring*, which sold over five hundred million at the box office—and what was the cost?" Chen Ziyan said. "I believe *Death Faked* will follow the same path."

"Are you insisting on having *Storm Calmer No. 1* return to Liu Bige because of Lu Yan He?"

"Yes." Chen Ziyan remained blunt. "Liu Bige isn't a director I've signed. To be honest, what kind of director he wants to be is not my concern. But this is a very good script. After hearing Liu Bige's ideas, I also feel that this film, once shot, won't be any worse than *Late Spring*. Regardless of whether it wins awards, given his performance with *Late Spring* and the fact that Yan He is starring, there shouldn't be any problem submitting it to international film festivals."

"International film festivals..." Mrs. Huang smiled. "Are you pulling out all the stops to try and get a Best Actor award back for Lu Yan He?"

Chen Ziyan smiled and said, "Whether he becomes a Best Actor or not, if Yan He's international fame continues to grow, it will certainly be nothing but beneficial for the *Burning Fire* series."

Mrs. Huang's eyes flickered slightly.

By the time Lu Yan He and the others finished preparing the barbecue for over a hundred people, watched everyone eat their fill, and then sent them off, only leftovers remained. They still had to clean up, pack everything away, and take out the trash. By the time they finished, it was already past eleven o'clock at night.

"We haven't eaten anything yet," Peng Zhixing said with a smile. "I'll book a place, let's go get something to eat. It's the last meal, after all."

At this moment, Li Zhenzhen said, "Thank you all for your hard work. Congratulations on completing our final task. Our production team has prepared a late-night snack for everyone."

"No way, the production team found their conscience?" Li Zhibai was the first to express his shock.

The others followed suit, expressing their surprise.

Li Zhenzhen's face darkened, and she joked, "Never mind then, let's stop filming. Let's just end this season right here."

Everyone laughed and moved to the new location.

Unexpectedly, the production team had actually hired a chef to make the barbecue on the spot, rather than having it pre-made, packed, and then reheated over charcoal.

The taste of the two is vastly different.

In fact, one could see from this how much the production team liked and cared for these artists.

Otherwise, they could have just been perfunctory and done the bare minimum.

During this final segment, Li Zhenzhen said, "At the end of this season, let's play all the games again. Many of the small games that appeared on our show have now become common games for friends to play at gatherings. Many viewers have been calling for us to include more of these game segments."

"So, are we playing games first?"

"Let's play while we eat," Li Zhenzhen said. "The first game is Turtle Soup. Once you've finished eating, we'll start playing other games."

"Sure, sure," Li Zhibai nodded. "Are you the ones setting the questions?"

"Yes, we'll set the questions," Li Zhenzhen said with a smile and a nod.

Su Xiao asked, "Is it another scary one?"

"The ones we've prepared aren't that scary; they're more like brain teasers."

"That's good."

"Let's have the question," Yan Liang said with a smile, picking up a skewer of pork belly to eat.

Li Zhenzhen posed the question: "The soup is: My pants are torn, and I know I am about to die."

Xiao Yun was still the most proactive one.

"Did someone stab a knife into my thigh?"

"No," Li Zhenzhen shook her head.

Xiao Yun said again, "Was I killed by someone?"

Li Zhenzhen shook her head: "No."

"Huh?" Xiao Yun was stunned. "Is there actually a Turtle Soup where someone isn't killed?"

Su Xiao immediately followed up, "Did I commit suicide?"

Li Zhenzhen shook her head: "No."

Yan Liang pressed, "Did I die by accident?"

Li Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes and no."

The whole group was confused.

Lu Yan He, gnawing on a grilled corn cob, also frowned.

"Then what could it be?" Liu Zhiyin was very surprised. "Not murder, not suicide, and not an accidental death."

"She said yes and no," Lu Yan He corrected. "Because it's very similar to an accidental death, but the description isn't quite accurate."

"An incident?" Peng Zhixing asked immediately. "Did I die because of some incident?"

Li Zhenzhen laughed and nodded: "Yes."

Lu Yan He hesitated for a moment and asked, "I know I'm about to die—is it because I'm injured?"

"No," Li Zhenzhen shook her head.

"Not injured either?" Xiao Yun was chewing beef, her cheeks bulging. "Then what could it be? An incident, but not injured. Did I die because of an injury?"

Li Zhenzhen shook her head: "No."

Everyone was baffled.

"It's an incident, but there's no injury, and I know I'm going to die. What kind of situation is this?" Peng Zhixing was also very surprised.

Lu Yan He thought for a long time. "I know I'm going to die—does it have anything to do with my pants being torn?"

"Yes."

"Pants torn, but I'm not injured—and I know I'm going to die—" Li Zhibai asked, "Could it be that he's wearing fireproof or waterproof pants, and he happens to be in a very dangerous environment, and the pants are his protective gear?"

The others suddenly realized.

"Oh, right."

"That's possible too."

"Is it a diving suit!" Xiao Yun's eyes lit up, and she reacted instantly. "Is he a diver? The pants are torn, and it's leaking!"

"Wow, Xiao Yun, have you become smart?"

"What do you mean 'become smart'? I've always been smarter than you!"

Just when everyone thought Xiao Yun had guessed it, Li Zhenzhen shook her head.

"No."

The group was stunned. "Huh?"

"It's not that?"

"Damn, then what could it be?"

The group looked at each other.

Seeing this, Li Zhenzhen gave a hint: "However, Xiao Yun's line of thinking is correct."

Yan Liang immediately said, "Could I be a firefighter? Am I at a fire scene?"

"No," Li Zhenzhen also shook her head.

"What other situations are there?" Everyone fell into deep thought.

Lu Yan He raised his hand.

"Am I an astronaut? While I was walking in outer space, I discovered my pants were torn? So, the air pressure in the spacesuit was lost, and the oxygen was gone?"

Li Zhenzhen smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"Ew—" Xiao Yun immediately looked disgusted. "This Turtle Soup is too boring."

"Turtle Soup that isn't scary isn't very fun either," Liu Zhiyin said.

"Wasn't it you guys who kept complaining that it was too scary and frightening, and didn't dare to play the horror ones?" Li Zhibai looked at them with disdain.

"Who didn't dare!" Xiao Yun said. "Then you set one now!"

Li Zhibai immediately looked at Li Zhenzhen.

"Sister Zhenzhen, give us the scariest one you have!"

Li Zhenzhen said, "We can't bring the scariest ones; we have to be mindful of the standards for the show's broadcast."

Lu Yan He suddenly remembered a Turtle Soup he had seen before, so he said, "Then I'll set a soup, and you guys guess."

"Come on, come on."

Lu Yan He said, "A girl checked into a cheap hotel. The room was very simple, with only a portrait, a bed, and a table. There were no electric lights in the room, no windows, and only a candle for light. She was very tired, but slept very uneasily. When she woke up the next day, she looked at the room and ran out in terror."

"That's a long soup."

"Yeah," Lu Yan He nodded.

"Did the girl discover a corpse?" Xiao Yun was still the first to ask a question.

Lu Yan He shook his head: "No."

"Did someone die in this story?" Peng Zhixing asked.

"No."

"Is the girl feeling afraid because of another person?" Yan Liang asked.

"Yes."

Liu Zhiyin had already started hugging her own arms.

"Is there another person in the room?" she asked.

"No," Lu Yan He shook his head.

"Huh? She feels afraid because of another person, but there's no one else in the room?" Xiao Yun frowned, and suddenly thought of something. The hair on her body stood up. "Could it be that she discovered someone was peeping at her?"

Lu Yan He hesitated for a moment and replied, "Yes and no."

"Yes and no?" Li Zhibai asked immediately. "So this person is outside the room?"

"Yes."

"Peeping falls under yes and no..." Peng Zhixing suddenly realized something. "Damn!"

"Did you guess it?" Xiao Yun was startled by his "Damn!" and asked.

Peng Zhixing asked, "Did the girl discover a hole in the wall, and someone was observing her from the other side?"

Several girls let out a gasp at the same time.

"No," Lu Yan He shook his head.

"No, I'm really going to be scared." Su Xiao hugged Xiao Yun's arm. "Why did you have to act tough with Li Zhibai?"

Xiao Yun stiffened her neck and said, "I'm not afraid."

Li Zhibai: "..."

Anyone could see that Xiao Yun was actually already a bit scared.

"Friendly reminder: don't forget, the clues for Turtle Soup will always appear in the soup itself," Lu Yan He said. "Like the hole in the wall—if that were truly the reason for her fear, it would definitely have to be reflected in the soup."

"The soup?" Peng Zhixing was the one who had played Turtle Soup the longest among them. He immediately started recalling the soup.

Hotel, room, portrait, bed, table...

Candle, no windows...

Only realized it when she woke up the next day...

"Damn..." Peng Zhixing's face turned pale.

"What did you think of?" Xiao Yun asked.

Peng Zhixing was speechless.

"I feel like if this is really the answer, no one will be able to sleep well tonight."

Liu Zhiyin immediately moved closer to Song Lin Xin.

Lu Yan He maintained a smile.

Yan Liang was also suddenly startled.

"I thought of it too."

"Who wants to say it first?" Lu Yan He asked.

Yan Liang: "Brother Zhixing, you go first."

Peng Zhixing took a deep breath and said, "The portrait in the room wasn't actually a portrait, but a person standing outside the window. It's just that the window frame was decorated to look like a picture frame, so on a night with only candlelight, the girl mistook it for a picture frame. When she woke up the next day, she discovered that the room did have a window, and realized that someone had been standing outside the window, motionless, watching her all night."

"Ah————" Su Xiao couldn't take it anymore at this moment. She covered her ears and started stomping her feet.

Not to mention the girl, even Qin Zhibai's face turned pale.

He wasn't very brave to begin with.

Lu Yan He nodded and said, "Yes."

"Damn it!" Li Zhibai touched his right arm with his left hand. "Old Lu, where did you get this hellish Turtle Soup? It's too creepy!"

Lu Yan He said with a smile, "I saw it somewhere else, the kind that makes you think and get terrified."

"No more, Turtle Soup ends here." Liu Zhiyin made an 'X' with her hands. "My heart can't take it. Let's talk about it next season; we're not playing anymore this season."

Everyone nodded in unison.

Two hours later.

Chen Ziyan's car pulled up. She came to the back of the production crew, glanced at the artists who were chatting while eating in front, and asked the person beside her in a low voice, "The recording hasn't ended yet?"

It was already midnight.

"Not yet." The staff member recognized Chen Ziyan and said, "Everyone is having a blast playing games. It just ended, and there's one final segment left."

"What segment?"

"Everyone wrote letters to each other, and they're about to start reading them."

Chen Ziyan understood this design in a second—

Li Zhenzhen had truly become a veteran. At the end of the fifth season, she was dropping a tear-jerker to move all the old fans and deepen everyone's emotional connection to the show.

And as soon as this segment started, even knowing that it was designed specifically to move people, Chen Ziyan noticed that many of the production crew members still had red eyes.

Many of them had been working on this show since the first or second season, walking alongside the artists. The bond formed from being together day and night, spanning four or five years, made it impossible not to be moved at this moment.

The artists were also getting teary-eyed one after another.

Lu Yan He was too.

It wasn't until the very end that it was Lu Yan He's turn to read his letter.

Lu Yan He took a deep breath and picked up the letter he had written.

"I'm starting to read now."

Everyone looked at him.

"Li Zhibai, you really are a goofball."

Li Zhibai was stunned, and the previous emotional atmosphere was swept away.

"Yan Liang, don't follow Li Zhibai and learn his bad habits."

Yan Liang looked at Lu Yan He in disbelief.

"Sister Zhiyin, it doesn't look good to be skinny as a skeleton."

Liu Zhiyin still had tears in her eyes, but at this moment, she was so angry she laughed, and the tears fell directly because of that laugh.

"Lin Xin, you rarely sing the songs you write yourself anymore; your fans will be disappointed."

Song Lin Xin widened her eyes in shock.

"Su Xiao, if you learn one-third of Xiao Yun's thick skin, you'll be much happier."

Su Xiao was stunned, and Xiao Yun glared at him.

"You're talking to Su Xiao, but you're also taking a personal jab at me?"

Lu Yan He laughed and continued, "Xiao Yun, stop being so hard on yourself."

Xiao Yun rolled her eyes, then lowered her head and smiled.

"Brother Zhixing, the work is never-ending, and the stages are never-ending, but life is just as important."

Peng Zhixing laughed, "You, a guy who films three or four movies a year, what right do you have to tell me this!"

Lu Yan He laughed, "Let's encourage each other. I need to encourage myself with the words I'm saying to you all."

He looked at Qin Zhibai. "Finally, Zhibai, what I want to say is, don't forget, you're a rich kid. You could completely live your life truly and freely, yet you chose to be a singer. Your original intention is more important than anything, because you are the person who least needs to force yourself."

Everyone was stunned, because they realized that Lu Yan He's words to Qin Zhibai seemed to be the only ones that were targeted. However, no one knew what Lu Yan He was targeting. But Qin Zhibai knew; he smiled, nodded, and made an 'OK' sign.

Li Zhenzhen stood up with a smile, preparing to call it a wrap.

Lu Yan He suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

Li Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, looking at Lu Yan He in confusion.

Lu Yan He said, "Knowing that there would be a segment like this at the end of the season, we all discussed it together. Entrusted by everyone, I represent all of our artists, and there are some things we want to say to the production crew who have been by our side all along."

The production crew looked at them in surprise.

"Actually, these words were written by us together; they are the words in each of our hearts."

"Producing a show is no easier than producing a film or television drama, especially for you, the production crew."

"And in everyone's mind, a variety show is not art. So, even though we are all putting 100% of our focus and energy into making this show, even though you are very tired—much more tired than us—this show cannot, like a film or television drama, grant you honors and fame in different positions."

"Film and television dramas have Best Cinematography, Best Screenplay, Best Costume Design, Best Editing... It's a pity that variety shows don't have such detailed awards. Otherwise, we believe that every single one of you would have received an award that belongs to you."

"But in our hearts, you are all the best cinematographers, the best PDs, and the best directors," Lu Yan He said. "So, please allow us to present you with the Best Production Crew Award now—"

The production crew members showed expressions of unbelievable surprise.

Just then, the production crew noticed that the agents who had come to pick up the artists, who had just been standing behind them, suddenly walked up to the artists and handed them the bags in their hands.

Only then did they realize that the bags in the agents' hands were all identical.

"We have a total of eighty-two production crew members, so we customized eighty-two gold medals to thank everyone for their dedication, and to thank you for walking with us from four years ago to now, as the fifth year begins."

The artists took the bags and took the gold medals out.

Someone asked in surprise, "Is this pure gold?"

"Of course," Lu Yan He nodded.

The production crew collectively cheered and applauded.

For a moment, in the studio, the laughter and joy were like steam coming out of a steam train, rumbling, rumbling.

Seeing everyone so happy, Lu Yan He and the others were also happy.

Li Zhenzhen covered her mouth in excitement.

She certainly wasn't happy because of that gold medal; she hadn't expected the artists to be so thoughtful and to have prepared such a surprise for them.

By the time it ended, it was already past two in the morning.

"It's so late again." Lu Yan He yawned and asked, "Sister Ziyan, why don't you stay here for the night before leaving?"

Chen Ziyan nodded, "Of course. I drove here, and at this hour, I won't drive at night."

"Did you book a room?"

"Qingqing booked it for me," Chen Ziyan said. "Take my car back tomorrow; I have something to discuss with you."

"Okay."

Lu Yan He returned to the hotel and slept until dawn. At ten o'clock, the alarm went off on time.

He tossed and turned in bed, then sat up, feeling dizzy.

Staying up late is still tough.

Ten minutes later, Wang Biao came to knock on the door.

"Little Brother Lu, are you awake?"

"I'm awake," Lu Yan He said from the bathroom.

Wang Biao swiped the room card and entered.

"I put your coffee on the table," Wang Biao said. "I'll pack your things for you first."

"Yeah, sorry for the trouble." Lu Yan He brushed his teeth with sleepy eyes, his voice slurred.

"Little Brother Lu, are Wan Qingqing and Song Jiang not going to be your assistants anymore?" Wang Biao asked.

"Huh? Is that so?" Lu Yan He rinsed his mouth, spat out the toothpaste foam, and said, "I don't know. Sister Ziyan hasn't told me yet. But when Sister Ziyan put them by my side, it was to train them; they have other arrangements."

Wang Biao: "I see."

Lu Yan He thought of something and asked, "Do you have any thoughts?"

"I heard Wan Qingqing say that she might be leaving in a month. At first, I thought she was resigning, but later I found out there were other arrangements," Wang Biao said. "Little Brother Lu, I want a promotion too."

Lu Yan He laughed.

"What kind of promotion do you want?"

Wang Biao said, "Any promotion is fine. Everyone else is making progress, and I don't want to stand still."

Wang Biao's voice sounded a bit muffled.

Lu Yan He came out of the bathroom and asked, "Then, are you satisfied with a promotion to my executive agent?"

Wang Biao turned back in disbelief, looked at Lu Yan He in disbelief, and then, in disbelief, raised his pitch and volume, shouting, "Really?"

Lu Yan He said, "Actually, Sister Ziyan mentioned this to me a long time ago. So, haven't you noticed that for the past six months, Sister Ziyan has been consciously letting you take over some of my management business?"

Wang Biao's cheeks flushed, and he said very embarrassedly, "I thought she was just too busy and couldn't handle it all."

Lu Yan He: "... From now on, you are the specific executor of my management work. Work hard; half of my career is going to be handed over to you."

Wang Biao was as excited as if he'd been injected with adrenaline, saying, "I will!"

Lu Yan He couldn't even remember when he had met Wang Biao.

When he first met Wang Biao, he wasn't even an adult yet; he was only sixteen.

"Little Brother Lu, thank you." After the excitement, Wang Biao felt a bit shy and put away his enthusiasm.

"You work very hard and are very attentive. I am very relieved to have you in charge of this work," Lu Yan He said. "Also, you've managed Wan Qingqing and Song Jiang very well. The people who come after will also be handed over to you to lead."

"Don't worry, I will definitely lead them well!" Wang Biao said, patting his chest.

Two hours later, after having brunch, they set off on the road back to Yuming.

Zou Dong drove with Wang Biao and the others in the front, while Lu Yan He sat in Chen Ziyan's car, following behind.

After Chen Ziyan learned that Lu Yan He had told Wang Biao about the executive agent position, she smiled slightly and asked, "Was he overjoyed?"

"Yes, very excited."

"For someone under twenty to become the executive agent of a domestic super first-tier star—in the circle of agents, this is something one wouldn't even dare to imagine."

"Wang Biao's current ability is fully capable of handling this position," Lu Yan He said. "And Sister Ziyan, you also recognize him, don't you?"

"Yes," Chen Ziyan nodded. "Do you know what I like most about him?"

"I don't know which aspect you're focusing on—his willingness to endure hardship, or his eagerness to learn?"

"Neither," Chen Ziyan said. "What I like most is his big heart."

Lu Yan He was stunned and didn't react immediately.

"Big heart?"

Chen Ziyan: "How many people and things has he experienced by your side? Have you ever seen him get scared?"