Chapter 219: One Hundred Percent Willing (Ten-Thousand-Character Chapter)

Li Luo moved his feet and looked out the window.

In the distance.

Was a jungle of steel.

Tall chimneys stood beneath the sky.

The industrial style was very intense.

There was no need to worry about being disturbed while working; the nearby factory area had long since ceased operations, and looking out, one could even call it an industrial ruin.

The open factory area did not affect the view at all.

Although there was no high-rise overlook.

Having a quiet environment undisturbed by others could also be considered a unique feature.

Ignoring the conversation between the two people behind him, Li Luo scanned the area below; the backyard was not small, roughly estimated to be forty or fifty square meters, and despite being inside a factory, it was lush with green grass.

It was separated from the outside world by a wall over two meters high.

The privacy was excellent.

It was a great spot for team-building barbecues.

Renting a place in 798 had this advantage: one could obtain comfort and spaciousness not found elsewhere at a price that was still relatively low.

Otherwise, so many people working in the arts wouldn't choose this place.

Just a few minutes later.

The sound of high heels approached him.

"Boss."

Lin Yue came to stand by the window and very methodically explained the conditions offered by the other party, listing them one by one clearly in her notebook.

This price made Li Luo raise his eyebrows.

"The other party is very sincere."

Lin Yue closed her notebook and nodded, saying, "Previously, due to work, I had some understanding of this place. The conditions offered now are almost like half-renting and half-giving it away."

"What do you think?"

"Let's go with this one."

Li Luo nodded, finalizing the matter.

Having a powerful assistant was truly great; he only needed to make decisions, and all specific matters could be handled by her, saving a lot of effort in haggling with others.

After going back to discuss a few more things, Lin Yue officially reached a verbal agreement.

Renting this small red building.

Li Luo also stepped forward to shake hands with the other party, expressing his gratitude.

They even got the keys to the place without paying a single cent of a deposit, with only the requirement to complete the lease agreement at the management office within three days; Manager Chen was also very generous, giving a three-month renovation period.

To put it plainly, that meant three months of rent-free time.

He expressed his gratitude once more.

Lin Yue saw the other party out of the small building.

Then she swung the keys and walked upstairs with a light step.

Li Luo changed from his slightly reserved demeanor just now, pacing back and forth excitedly within the large space inside, muttering to himself, his entire spirit looking exceptionally invigorated.

"Let's put a bedroom here."

He beckoned to Lin Yue and walked quickly to the corner: "Wardrobe, bathroom, all must be fully equipped."

"This side is the office desk."

"Reception area, put a tea table in this spot."

"Get a big TV."

"A treadmill and fitness equipment can be placed here."

"A bar counter."

"And a big bookcase; we still need to put on a show."

Watching Li Luo describe bit by bit how to decorate the small red building, Lin Yue smiled and opened her notebook, roughly recording his ideas.

Building a place of one's own from scratch would naturally make anyone feel excited.

That is the joy of those management and construction games.

"That's basically it."

Li Luo stopped pacing and nodded with satisfaction: "The overall decoration style should be bright and lively, including downstairs; don't make it look too stingy, make the office environment comfortable."

"Even if we expand our staff later, I think seven or eight people will be more than enough."

"I'll leave this matter to you."

He looked at Lin Yue and continued to entrust her: "After we go back, I'll give you the company documents. There are still two million in acting fees in the account; you just need to be busy with the following few things during this time."

Lin Yue stopped her pen tip and perked up.

These were originally part of her job, so of course, she had to be responsible for them.

"First, follow up on the studio renovation. Except for the things I mentioned, you handle everything else."

Her pen tip danced, writing down this sentence.

Lin Yue felt very satisfied.

She wasn't afraid of working hard; she was only afraid of leaders pointing fingers everywhere.

"Second, send 500,000 to the Hong Jinbao Charity Foundation; this is something I promised before."

Hong Jinbao Charity Foundation, 500,000.

Lin Yue recorded the key point.

Anta also had corresponding charity work, and she was often in contact with it, so she wasn't unfamiliar with such things; to others, the amount seemed like an astronomical figure, but she felt it was actually fine.

She didn't feel surprised.

Whether it's a company or an individual, building an image of being charitable is still very important.

If you think about it, just treat it as burning incense and worshipping Buddha.

"Third, buy yourself a company car."

Li Luo walked to Lin Yue's side and put his arm around her: "A Mercedes-Benz S-Class is out of the question for now, let's start with one around 300,000; I'm sorry to wrong you for now, but we definitely won't stop here in the future."

Others used to frequent star-rated hotels and drive million-dollar luxury cars.

Coming here, her treatment had dropped significantly.

Li Luo felt more or less a bit embarrassed.

"No need."

Lin Yue shook her head quickly, politely refusing: "Since funds are tight, let's just buy one for a hundred thousand or so for commuting, and use the remaining money for company operations."

There were only two million in total.

And he wanted to spend 800,000 right off the bat.

This posture really scared her a bit.

If it weren't for considering his face, Lin Yue would even have wanted to reject this proposal and just buy a car with her own money.

"I insist."

Li Luo patted her shoulder lightly and said in a deep voice: "The treatment that should be yours is yours; how can a car for a hundred thousand match my agent's status? At least let's get you a Passat."

"As for operations."

"You aren't at Anta anymore; we don't have many operating costs."

He let go and laughed happily: "You spend about 300,000 on the renovation with the remaining money, and that should be about right. Don't worry, company funds couldn't be more abundant."

Lin Yue also reacted.

Compared to Anta, the operating costs of a celebrity studio were negligible.

A larger studio only had ten or so people.

And now, all that needed to be paid were rent, utilities, and her and Wu Yu's salaries; the remaining money would be enough to last for several more years!

"Don't worry about work for now."

Li Luo took a cigar from his chest, fiddled with it a few times, and lit it: "Anyway, I'm basically resting for these few months; if there are suitable endorsements, we'll take them, there's plenty of time for you to slowly adapt."

It's not like doing other things.

When an actor has already taken off with the wind, the rest is just going with the flow.

Building an actor from scratch.

That is what's difficult.

The two of them talked back and forth, discussing company matters slowly, their voices echoing in every corner.

"Spend a few nights with Brother, and that role is yours!"

"Brother Wang, you're joking, right?"

"Who's joking with you? That's a role with lines, standing right behind the lead, able to show your face on camera. There are tons of people who want this opportunity. I'm helping you, do you know that?"

"Don't be like this, Brother Wang."

"Don't move around, Brother likes you, just a little while is fine, I'm very fast."

"Slap~"

"Damn it, you bitch, you dare to slap me? Don't think about staying in the crew. As long as I'm here, don't think about getting any roles in this area, fuck!"

Amidst the angry curses that sounded like auditory hallucinations.

In the dim basement, a pair of bright eyes opened suddenly.

Messy breathing followed.

And gradually became calm.

"Ou~"

Just at this moment, a light knock on the door sounded: "We're going to have dinner, do you want to come along?"

"Thank you."

The woman curled up on the bed had a slightly hoarse voice: "I'm not hungry yet."

"Okay."

After a response.

Several sets of footsteps gradually went upstairs.

Until the movement disappeared, Wang Ou wiped the fine sweat on her forehead and closed her eyes again, but this time she couldn't fall asleep anymore.

In her mind, she recalled what happened yesterday.

That greasy bald head.

Big belly.

Yellow teeth stained with smoke, and the hands that were rushing to touch her body.

It still made her feel a wave of nausea.

Slapping him felt good, but now not only had she lost her job, it was estimated that finding work near the Beijing Film Studio would be difficult, and advertising work wasn't easy to find either, with competition becoming increasingly fierce.

Thinking of one annoying thing after another, Wang Ou's stomach ached faintly.

Sighing lightly, she turned over and sat up from the bed; the surroundings were an extremely narrow space, with all kinds of sundries, pots, and pans piled up messily, and the air was very turbid.

There were tens or hundreds of thousands of people like her drifting in Beijing.

Looking glamorous on the outside.

But returning to their residence, everything was stripped back to its original form.

To save costs, living in a basement was the norm for drifters in Beijing, and even this ten-square-meter space was something she had rented by gritting her teeth.

Even though the snoring of the people next door and the various tossing and turning sounds at night could be heard clearly.

At least there was an independent living space.

Those with worse economic conditions could only live in group-rented rooms, where not only were twenty or thirty people squeezed into one room, but they also had to endure an extremely harsh living environment.

After recovering, Wang Ou turned on the electric light.

She grabbed a bottle of mineral water, poured it into a pot, and pressed the induction cooker.

Staring blankly at the water in the pot, after it boiled, she grabbed a handful of noodles and put them in, and a moment later, cracked two eggs into it.

Just a few minutes later.

The slurping sound soon arose.

Wang Ou ate the noodles in her mouth while wiping the tears on her face.

Unlike others who could confide in their families when in trouble, after silently wiping away her tears, she ate the steaming noodles in big mouthfuls and stuffed the eggs into her mouth, chewing hard.

Only by doing this could she warm up her body.

"Ring~"

While drinking the noodle soup, the mobile phone placed in the corner made a crisp sound.

But it only rang twice before suddenly cutting off.

Wang Ou was suddenly in a flurry, throwing on a coat and grabbing for the phone; that was the only place where the signal was slightly better, where calls could get through, but wanting to talk was still quite difficult.

Looking at the strange phone number on it, she felt confused.

But she quickly opened the door and walked quickly up the stairs.

Whoever it was.

It might just be a job opportunity.

Arriving at a place with a good signal, Wang Ou was just about to call back when the phone vibrated again.

"Hello."

She quickly pressed answer.

"You're really hard to reach; I called several times and it was busy." The other side complained first, and then a slightly magnetic voice sounded again: "How about it, are you free to come out for a late-night snack later?"

"Who are you?"

Wang Ou was stunned.

"Li Luo."

The other side gave a very straightforward answer.

Hearing this name, Wang Ou's body swayed slightly.

Near the Beijing Film Academy, Huangtingzi Residential Area.

Old Northeast Barbecue.

The taxi approached the roadside and stopped slowly; a tall girl got out of the car. In terms of looks alone, she was not inferior to the Beijing Film Academy acting students who often frequented the area.

It was just that this outfit was a bit revealing.

Thigh-high leather boots.

Her long legs were wrapped in black silk, and her denim miniskirt was very eye-catching.

In her V-neck T-shirt, fair, soft skin was faintly visible.

With a thin coat worn over it.

Although the outfit was a bit inappropriate, she could still be considered a very dashing urban beauty.

Taking a deep breath.

Wang Ou quickly moved her gaze, searching for the main person.

Her expression was a bit dazed.

Li Luo, who had been shining brightly just a week ago, was now wearing a green military coat, sitting in the corner of the barbecue stall, grabbing a skewer of grilled kidneys and eating with gusto, his knees shaking non-stop.

The feeling he gave was that he was eating extremely well!

After Wang Ou recovered, she quietly pulled her T-shirt down a bit more, revealing some more spring scenery.

When she participated in the show before, he had asked her out for a late-night snack right away.

Although she was a bit flustered.

She still agreed readily.

To be honest, she was completely a passerby, and suddenly receiving such an invitation, deep down, Wang Ou would more or less feel that the other party was just looking at her face.

She had experienced yesterday's events not just once or twice.

No way.

Unspoken rules were everywhere.

Li Luo's sudden invitation earlier made her unable to help but think in that direction, and the resistance and expectation in her heart were mixed together, the feeling extremely complicated.

If it really were like that, she would undoubtedly be taking a shortcut.

But in this way.

Thinking of this, Wang Ou's footsteps were incomparably heavy.

She gritted her teeth hard and continued to stride forward with her long legs.

The mental preparation had long been made.

What was there to hesitate about now?

Had she already forgotten the disappointment of having no news for the past few days?

With him.

It was better than being with a greasy old man.

Besides, all of this might just be her own wild imagination. If there really were such an opportunity to get to a big-name actor just by sleeping with him, where would it ever be her turn?

That kind of opportunity, how many people begged for it but couldn't get it.

She should be more proactive; regardless of whether the other party had that intention, it was best to guide it in that direction.

If it happened to work out, and he let a little bit slip through his fingers.

It would be enough for her to live in luxury.

But was doing this really right?

Various complicated thoughts were frantically churning in Wang Ou's mind. Except for actors with extremely good luck and strong resources, countless newcomers entering the industry faced the collision of ideals and reality, and various difficult choices when facing this big dyeing vat of the entertainment industry.

Facing various difficult choices.

In one decision after another.

Either sinking, moving forward, or vanishing among the crowd.

Irrelevant to right or wrong, no morality.

For the vast majority of ordinary people, it only depends on whether the path taken is right, and whether the thigh they are hugging is strong!

"Brother Luo."

The joyful shout shifted Li Luo's attention away from the grilled kidneys.

"You're here?"

He looked at the person who came, greeting her casually: "Sit down, sorry, grilled kidneys won't taste good if they get cold, so I started eating first. You won't mind, right?"

"No, no."

Wang Ou waved her hands quickly and sat down cautiously to the side.

Legs tilted to the side.

And placed her bag to the side.

This posture allowed Li Luo to see the lines of her legs most conveniently.

After finishing all this.

She unnaturally tucked her hair behind her ears again.

"Sorry."

Li Luo picked up the beer bottle very casually and poured beer for her: "I've been a bit busy these past few days, otherwise I would have asked you out for a late-night snack long ago. Can you drink cold drinks?"

"I can drink!"

Wang Ou held the glass with both hands and nodded quickly: "Thank you, Brother Luo."

"Don't be polite."

Picking up his glass, Li Luo looked at this tall girl with a smile: "It's rare to meet someone from home, let's have a drink!"

Glasses clinked.

Wang Ou gulped down a full glass of beer into her stomach.

This posture carried some determination.

"Eat something." Li Luo grabbed a few beef skewers and handed them to her, asking casually: "Your name is Wang Ou, right? Are you working in dance in Beijing?"

"Brother Luo has a really good memory."

Wang Ou flattered him quickly and thanked him as she took them: "Actually, I'm also an actor."

"Of course."

She smiled embarrassedly again: "I definitely can't compare to you, Brother Luo. I just acted in an unknown TV series, and usually, I'm just drifting around, dancing, shooting commercials, and being an extra."

"I do a bit of everything, whatever there is, I do."

"Mm."

Li Luo nodded, deeply agreeing as he said, "Isn't that just how it is when you're away from home? Fill your stomach first, then talk."

Wang Ou paused for a moment, then took a delicate bite of the tender beef:

"I really didn't expect you to have such sentiments."

"It's all something I walked through step by step."

Li Luo shrugged with a smile and raised his glass to the young woman.

These two simple sentences immediately sparked Wang Ou's goodwill. She knew he had also started as an extra, but she hadn't expected him to still maintain his true self, unlike some people who, after succeeding, can't wait to wipe their past clean.

Under Li Luo's guidance, Wang Ou quickly became relaxed.

The pressure of facing a big star.

Also diminished significantly.

After just a few words, she spoke of her own journey.

She won the championship in the China-Vietnam Friendship Miss Contest, then played a small supporting role in a TV drama that didn't make a splash, and later won fourth place and the Most Photogenic Award in a model TV contest.

At the very beginning, she could still access some opportunities.

But soon, it went quiet again; now, she could occasionally shoot an advertisement or stand at a commercial event.

Whatever work there was, she would do it.

The kind of advertisements she did were completely different from Li Luo's; she was just a passerby A, B, C, or D in a short commercial clip, earning very little for a day's work, existing purely as a background board.

"Take it one step at a time."

Li Luo picked up a skewer and took a slow bite: "You were able to get a good ranking in a beauty pageant, so your foundation is quite good. If an agency pushes you a bit, you should be able to stand out soon."

"Who even knows me?"

With a few drinks down, Wang Ou opened up a lot more. She shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Do you know how many such contests there are in a year?"

"I've wanted to sign with an agency, but the problem is no one has taken a liking to me."

"No way?"

Li Luo was secretly delighted and asked with surprise: "You haven't signed with an agency yet?"

"Too many wolves, too little meat."

Wang Ou summarized her situation with a simple sentence and introduced him to the state of the entertainment industry's bottom rung; excluding the three major art academies, new people from other art schools of all sizes emerge in an endless stream every year.

And that's only a part of it.

Just the people lingering on the fringes of the entertainment circle in the capital number at least tens of thousands.

The vast majority of these people will have their dreams shattered in the acting circle after struggling for several years; only a very few lucky ones can gain a firm foothold in the circle and have one or two supporting roles that people can name.

As she spoke, Wang Ou looked at Li Luo with envy; to be able to rise to fame in just a few short years like him.

Absolutely belongs to the rare few.

Newcomers emerge continuously, but the market is only so big.

The agency Li Luo doesn't want to sign with is something many bottom-tier artists can only hope for but never attain.

To be able to sign with an agency.

At the very least, it means someone is willing to spend money to cultivate you.

And there's a chance to get resources!

"Sorry."

Wang Ou realized she had spoken too much and hurriedly apologized: "I didn't expect Brother Luo to treat me to a late-night snack today. I was too happy and started pouring out my grievances without realizing it."

"It's okay."

Li Luo ate his barbecue happily and waved his hand: "We're all out here just to chat."

"I think your image is quite good."

He looked at Wang Ou again and asked out of the blue: "Are you interested in coming to my studio to give it a try?"

"Bang~"

The glass slipped from her hand and fell, shattering into pieces.

The white foam splashed onto her shoes, but the young woman was completely unaware, staring wide-eyed at Li Luo, looking utterly incredulous.

There was no buffer at all.

And no inappropriate demands or physical advances.

He just wanted to sign her right away.

Her head was a bit dazed now, as if she were having auditory hallucinations.

"Boss."

Li Luo raised his arm to signal.

Only after the broken glass was swept away and a new cup was replaced did the young woman barely manage to come to her senses.

"Give it a try?"

Wang Ou's speech became stuttering.

"It means signing you."

Li Luo poured her another drink.

They were strangers, and this was only their second meeting; she had assumed she was the target of his hunting for beauty.

Wang Ou had even prepared herself to play with fire.

But she never expected that he would want to sign a contract with her right off the bat.

"Wh-why?"

The young woman's speech became even more halting, her face flushed red: "This is a bit too sudden, I can't catch my breath!!!"

Her temples throbbed, and Wang Ou felt as if things were going dark before her eyes.

Her breathing became very rapid.

"Whoa!"

Seeing this, Li Luo grabbed her hand: "Calm down, follow me and take a deep breath, inhale, exhale."

"Hoo~"

With her fingers gripping tightly, Wang Ou let out a heavy breath.

Only then did her wildly beating heart calm down a bit, though her head was still a little dizzy.

That feeling.

It was no different from winning five million on a lottery ticket.

"OK?"

Li Luo finally felt relieved.

"OK!"

Wang Ou indicated she was fine, then shamefully let go and said: "Sorry, I really don't act like this usually, I was just too excited. I didn't expect you to actually want to sign me?"

Her voice was still trembling.

The young woman's state at this moment was worlds apart from the cool, mature style she had on television.

"Why couldn't I sign you?"

Li Luo picked up another grilled kidney skewer and said with raised eyebrows: "Your image is quite good, and you've won a beauty pageant championship. I also like your personality, and we're both from the same place."

"It's just a matter of lending a hand."

"However, my studio is a startup, and I only confirmed the office location today."

He took a bite of the kidney and smiled apologetically: "Also, the resources I can give you at the beginning might be quite limited, and I don't know if you'll be satisfied with them."

Wang Ou blinked and nodded frantically.

It wasn't a question of being satisfied or not; it was entirely a case of the other party giving her an opportunity.

No matter how limited the resources.

They were still beyond what she could reach right now.

A giant pie had fallen from the sky; if she didn't catch it quickly, what was she waiting for?

"Thank you, Brother Luo." Wang Ou took a deep breath and said excitedly: "No matter the conditions, I'm willing, a hundred percent willing. To have the opportunity to learn from Brother Luo is absolutely my honor."

She grabbed the beer bottle nearby and gritted her teeth as she poured it into her mouth.

In no time at all.

She had downed the entire bottle of beer.

If she didn't do this, she wouldn't know how to express her gratitude.

Not only did he have no inappropriate behavior, but he also gave her this opportunity so straightforwardly; Wang Ou suddenly felt a wave of shame in her heart.

She had thought of Brother Luo too badly; that really shouldn't have happened.

He's a good person!

Seeing her like this, Li Luo smiled and joined her for a drink.

As long as the other party isn't under contract, this kind of thing is easy to handle. Even if it's not a famous agency, as someone on the fringes of the entertainment circle, who could refuse the recruitment of an A-list actor?

Let alone the still-unknown Wang Ou.

Even Yang Zi, who became somewhat famous relying on *Home with Kids*, didn't her family want to find an A-list actor to cling to?

It's just that those little thoughts were seen through by Song Dandan at a glance.

And rejected directly.

"Very good."

Putting down his glass, Li Luo said seriously: "Since you're willing to work with me, Brother Luo naturally won't treat you poorly, but all achievements are inseparable from your own efforts."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Wang Ou clenched her fists, indicating she had no problem at all.

She wasn't afraid of hard work.

She was only afraid of working in the wrong direction.

With a broad road laid out before her, she naturally knew she had to firmly grasp this opportunity.

"Hello."

Just at this moment, two figures walked over together.

Wu Yu still had some impression of Wang Ou.

As for Lin Yue, Li Luo had communicated with her today that he would sign a newcomer for her to train; Manager Lin welcomed this, as she also needed to familiarize herself with this industry from scratch.

She looked at Wang Ou curiously, wondering how the talk had gone.

The other party's first impression on her was good.

She was definitely pretty.

Her overall temperament was also quite good.

"Hello, everyone."

Wang Ou hurriedly stood up and shook hands with both of them.

"Manager Lin Yue, she's also your manager."

Li Luo waved his hand casually and introduced with a smile: "Wu Yu is my assistant. Wang Ou has just agreed to become a signed artist of the studio. From now on, we're all family, so sit down."

The little assistant sat down nimbly.

She looked left and right, dazed; she knew there was an additional manager.

How did another artist appear?

"Hello, Xiao Ou."

Lin Yue patted Wang Ou's hand and sat down with a smile.

The latter was even more excited, her legs feeling a bit weak; just a few hours ago, she was dozing off in a basement, worrying about the future, never expecting that now she was someone with an organization!

"We'll talk about the contract tomorrow."

Li Luo looked at the excited Wang Ou and said unhurriedly: "No matter what work you've accepted before, drop it if you can. From now on, I will help you find a formal training institution."

"Acting, lines, body movement, etc., you must all undergo several months of formal training."

"Don't worry."

Noticing the other party's troubled expression, he continued to nod and said: "Every month, the company will provide you with a certain living allowance. You just need to study with peace of mind; we'll discuss the specific details tomorrow."

"Tonight's task is to finish eating first."

As soon as these words were spoken, a few light laughs rang out.

Over these past few days, Li Luo hadn't been idle either.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand; everyone has things they don't know. If you aren't even willing to learn, then everything is a waste of effort.

He had made many phone calls to Zhang Long.

To get a rough understanding of artist training.

So now.

He could also talk about these things in a professional manner.

"Thank you, Brother Luo."

Wang Ou thanked him solemnly and raised her glass.

With several months of unemployment, she really did run the risk of not being able to afford food. Seeing that he had considered such things, it seemed he was truly determined to cultivate her well; she had no objections to the training.

A formal artist agency should be like this.

She looked at Li Luo with sparkling eyes, feeling incredibly fortunate for her decision to find a way to strike up a conversation with him after she finished dancing.

Perhaps that was the most correct decision she had ever made.

At Li Luo's signal.

The four people cheered as they clinked their glasses together crisply.

Early the next morning.

The *ding-dong* of the doorbell made Li Luo, who was in the middle of working out, put down his barbell.

He threw a towel over his shoulder.

He strode toward the courtyard gate; Lin Yue wasn't home, as that person had gone to 798 early to busy herself with the studio's renovation.

"Good morning, Brother Luo."

The courtyard gate opened, and Wang Ou, standing outside with restraint, hurriedly greeted him.

She just straightened her back.

The sweat-drenched Li Luo made her breath hitch.

At least for now, he was still a big star in her heart, and this scene, filled with masculine aura, made her heart jump violently.

"Come in."

Looking at the faint dark circles under her eyes, Li Luo turned and walked inside: "Didn't sleep well last night?"

"Mm."

Wang Ou crossed the threshold, carefully closed the courtyard gate, and replied honestly: "I was too happy, I barely fell asleep at four or five in the morning. Thank you for your concern, Brother Luo; the place you live is really beautiful."

Following him inside, she looked around with envy.

Compared to her basement, this place was like heaven.

Everywhere her eyes landed.

Was something she wouldn't even dare to imagine.

How much money must a courtyard like this, right next to Shichahai, cost!!!

"Oh?"

Li Luo turned back and asked curiously: "You don't live badly either, right? The money you earn from dancing and commercial events shouldn't be little."

"I have to send money home."

Wang Ou was a bit embarrassed and said helplessly: "I live in a basement."

"That's not safe."

It wasn't easy to ask about such things in detail, so Li Luo said casually: "The company will pay you a salary later. Go back today and find a new place to live; if you're short on money, I can lend it to you privately first."

"Understood."

Wang Ou hurriedly declined his kindness: "I'll look for a rental as soon as I go back."

She still had a few thousand yuan on her, more or less.

And there would be a stable income later.

Without worrying about where her next meal would come from, she naturally wouldn't refuse to change to a better living environment.

"By the way, Brother Luo."

She opened her bag, took out a document, and handed it over: "This is my personal information, please take a look."

"Sit."

They reached the living room during their conversation, and Li Luo wiped his sweat and took the papers.

Name, age, height, measurements.

And resume.

Everything was clearly marked on it.

There were also several A4-sized photos, with her work resume and physical information printed on the back as well.

This was equivalent to a resume.

Film crews actually have some roles that are publicly announced; agencies that get wind of it will send over headshots. If the casting director thinks they are suitable, they will notify the actor to come for an audition.

"These are shot too poorly."

After glancing at the photos, Li Luo casually placed them on the table: "They don't present your facial features well. Later, hire a photographer to take a new set for you."

He didn't have these, and he didn't need to have them.

He had skipped that stage directly.

But the other party needed them.

Good headshots can magnify an actor's facial strengths and grab the casting director's attention immediately.

In the photos in his hand, Wang Ou looked plain and unremarkable.

"Okay."

Wang Ou smiled awkwardly and sat down on the sofa nearby.

She certainly knew the importance of finding a good photographer, but she knew even better how expensive good photographers were. As a bottom-tier actor, let alone whether she could afford it, she couldn't even access those resources.

"Drink some tea."

Li Luo sat in the main seat, flipped over a teacup, and poured water for her: "The studio is still under renovation, so I'm sorry to trouble you to come to my home to discuss things."

"The contract is already prepared; if you have any objections, feel free to ask me at any time."

He put the other party's information aside.

Li Luo handed over a thick management contract.

Actually, this work should have been done by Lin Yue, but everything was in the startup stage, everyone was holding multiple positions, and the other party was also in the learning stage, so he simply took it on himself.

Anyway, everything would be making money for him later.

Being busy doesn't count for much.

He didn't want to bother others with one task; it was generally drafted according to the template provided by Zhang Long, which was a very standard management contract.

The contract term was twelve years.

It covered almost the entire golden period of Wang Ou's acting career, and there was also a priority renewal clause.

If someone else brought such a contract for him to sign.

Li Luo would definitely throw it back in their face.

But when it came to signing someone himself, if he weren't afraid of looking too greedy, he would have wanted to make it fifteen or twenty years.

Anyway, there were no restrictions.

It's about making money!

He wouldn't feel embarrassed at all.

Wang Ou didn't say anything when she saw the term; signing as a newcomer is just like this, without any power to bargain. Plenty of people would break their heads just to get such a contract.

Especially when she knew that, excluding Li Luo, she was the only signed artist in the company at the moment.

She couldn't be happier.

It meant there would be more resources available to her.

She quickly skimmed over the contract term and continued reading; the revenue split started at 30/70, and as the contract term increased, the split would gradually improve, from 40/60, 50/50, to 60/40.

The conditions offered could be said to be quite generous; he didn't intend to suck her dry.

She was just afraid of the kind that never changed.

Working herself to the bone for over a decade, with the company taking the lion's share.

She looked at Li Luo with gratitude and continued reading; the company would provide her with a monthly living allowance of 3,500 yuan. This number made her heart tremble, and her fingers turned white from gripping the paper.

This usually doesn't exist, or at least not in such amounts.

Ordinary agencies.

Are just casting a wide net.

The elimination rate for newcomers is extremely high, so they certainly wouldn't throw money into the water.

However, Li Luo knew the other party would definitely rise, so he didn't mind spending a little money to build goodwill. From her clothing to her makeup, it was clear Wang Ou's economic situation was very average, so he was helping her out in passing.

Anyway, it was only 42,000 a year; once she was brought up, a single advertisement would be worth more than that.

When the time was right.

He would also equip her with assistants, drivers, and other full-time staff.

Mm.

That's a pie in the sky.

Li Luo didn't even have a full-time driver now, but he simply didn't want one. When filming, the crew would have vehicles to pick him up; when resting, he was either at home, at school, or looking for women.

He couldn't have a driver picking him up and dropping him off just to go to school; that would look too ostentatious.

As for wandering between a few young women.

He had to be even more careful.

There were some things he didn't even let Wu Yu know, let alone a stranger.

Further down, there were the welfare clauses.

Providing training opportunities.

And audition opportunities for film and television dramas.

And things of that nature.

Of course, the contract wouldn't promise how many dramas she would get in a year; he wouldn't dig a hole for himself like that.

Wang Ou finished reading the benefits excitedly and continued reading.

The contract Li Luo offered was a full contract; for the next twelve years, all commercial cooperation across all platforms and fields would be represented by the studio, and she could not have any commercial cooperation with other companies without consent.

All sorts of items were listed densely.

There were benefits.

Naturally, there were also constraints.

Any changes to skin color, hair color, or body shape required the consent of the first party.

This involved image management issues.

For example, if the lead artist was originally built on a "jade girl" image but privately got a *shamate* (non-mainstream) look, any agency would explode on the spot.

But under normal circumstances, they wouldn't manage it that strictly.

In these details, Li Luo also added a clause about not violating public order and good customs.

Liquidated damages; that was indispensable.

He couldn't invest resources and energy to cultivate someone only to have them walk away; he couldn't do such a stupid thing.

She spent over ten minutes reading the contract.

The restrictive clauses were harsh, but the conditions were also very generous.

There was no exploitation of any kind.

It was a win-win situation for everyone.

Actually, even if it wasn't win-win, there was no other way; even if Li Luo offered harsher splits, she had no second choice and would have to sign anyway; there weren't that many opportunities for her to pick and choose.

But this current contract made her sign even more willingly.

She was filled with gratitude!

After asking a few questions about things she didn't understand, Wang Ou nodded with satisfaction.

"No rush."

Seeing her pick up the pen, Li Luo reminded her: "This concerns your life for the next dozen years. Take the contract back, find a lawyer to look at it, and don't be in a hurry to make a decision."

"Alright."

After hesitating slightly, Wang Ou carefully put down the pen.

She smiled apologetically.

"You don't need to be like that."

Li Luo poured her a cup of tea and said calmly: "Actually, in my view, we are partners. I like win-win business; everyone being happy is the only way to make it last."

"After we spend more time together, you'll find that I'm very easy to talk to."

"Don't be restrained."

"From now on, we're friends!"

Wang Ou didn't speak; she picked up the pen again and signed her name on the contract *swish-swish-swish*.

A moment later.

She tossed the pen aside with a *clatter*.

"Brother Luo."

The young woman reached out her hand and said with a firm tone: "To be honest, I don't know what you saw in me, but you are the one who gave me this opportunity, an incredibly important opportunity for me."

"I can't be wishy-washy in doing things; I'll leave everything to you from now on."

"Good!"

Li Luo laughed in spite of himself and gripped her hand firmly.

He had firmly grasped his first treasure bowl.

Firmly grasped.