Chapter 65: Agent, Yang Siwei (Seeking Favorites and Recommendations)

"Junior sister, are you coming out to play?"

"No."

"Ah... were you unhappy last time?"

"No."

"Did I make you angry?"

"No."

"Then let's continue watching a movie today."

"No."

In the Beijing Film Academy girls' dormitory, Jing Tian sat before her desk with a flush spreading across her face, her rounded toes constantly curling against her pink slippers.

It was too shameful; she couldn't bear to face Qi Hui!

At this moment, Kan Qingzi suddenly leaned over, tilted her head to the side, and peeked at her: "Girl, are you... in love?"

"What love?" Jing Tian's face turned even redder: "I'm not! That's not it at all!"

Zhang Qianru poked her head out from the upper bunk, took one look, and immediately chuckled: "You're already acting lovesick, yet you say you're not in love."

Conversations between girls are sometimes much more open than those between boys.

"Shut up!" Jing Tian said, embarrassed and annoyed.

Shuangzi pushed the door open and walked in, subconsciously glancing at the white Apple phone in Jing Tian's hand.

She wasn't interested in love or anything of the sort; she was more interested in this new phone.

"So rich..." Shuangzi couldn't help but mutter to herself. Why did she have both a house and money? Could she have been kept by someone?

In the residential complex, inside the house.

Seeing Jing Tian's message, Qi Hui breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Good, for the time being, he didn't have to worry about this girl dragging him off to act in *The Warring States*.

However, he needed to take advantage of these two days to get his next step of work sorted out.

Otherwise, when Jing Tian came again, Qi Hui wouldn't know what excuse to use to refuse her.

"Didn't Ling Xiaosu say he was helping me find an agent?" Qi Hui rubbed his chin: "Why is there still no news?"

East of the Imperial Capital, Chaoyang District.

In an office building, Wang Jinghua sat in her office processing documents. She was hailed as the country's number one agent, and she had no shortage of things to keep her busy.

Knock, knock, knock~

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a somewhat plump young woman walked in quickly.

"Sister Hua." Yang Siwei sat in the chair before the desk and complained with some frustration:

"I called that Qi Hui last night, and he didn't pick up."

"Not only did he not pick up, he turned his phone off directly; there was no way to communicate at all."

"Why don't you just let me go back to Fan Bingbing's studio."

Managing a newcomer is too much trouble. She wants to become someone like Sister Hua; managing a newcomer is time-consuming, troublesome, and exhausting.

Most importantly, the results aren't guaranteed—who knows if they can actually be molded into a star?

It would be better to stay at the Bingbing studio.

"You..." Wang Jinghua shook her head helplessly: "You have no future over there. To tell you the truth, Fan Bingbing's real agent isn't me, but that person surnamed Mu."

Mu Xiaoguang, said to be a Taiwanese person from the same hometown as Fan Bingbing, with a net worth as high as 500 million. It is said that because they are fellow townsmen, he is helping Fan Bingbing with all his might.

Whether it's true or false, those who know, know.

However, Boss Mu is indeed quite capable.

Back then, Fan Bingbing was covered in black rumors—being a mistress, being kept, having a sugar daddy—all labels she couldn't wash off.

But after Boss Mu took over, he created a new set of talking points for Fan Bingbing, such as: "The amount of slander you can endure is the amount of praise you can withstand."

And that line: "I don't marry into a wealthy family; I am the wealthy family."

Not long after, Fan Bingbing gained a new title: Master Fan.

In terms of image, she even began to lean gradually toward the neutral and masculine. The title of Master Fan was, for a time, unrivaled in popularity.

And Wang Jinghua, while nominally Fan Bingbing's agent, likely only the parties involved know how much influence she actually has.

For Yang Siwei to try to carve out a situation and forge a different career path over at Fan Bingbing's side would be harder than starting a new account from scratch.

Listening to her boss's explanation, Yang Siwei was silent for a moment, then finally nodded slowly.

"Alright then." Yang Siwei said: "But I have a few questions, Sister Hua, can you clarify them?"

"Go ahead."

Yang Siwei flipped through a document: "Is the split between us and Qi Hui a bit off? Why is it fifty-fifty?"

Logically speaking, according to convention, it should be thirty-seventy.

Seventy for the agency, thirty for the artist.

Furthermore, the contract duration isn't long, just three years.

Wang Jinghua took off her glasses and asked: "Do you remember who recommended him?"

"Ling Xiaosu."

"Do you know what Ling Xiaosu's background is?"

"His grandfather is a third-generation director who came out of Yan'an." Yang Siwei was puzzled: "But how long ago was that?"

Wang Jinghua chuckled: "His grandfather had two assistant directors working under him back then. One was named Tian Zhuangzhuang, the one from Beijing Film Academy."

"And one surnamed Chen, who directed *Farewell My Concubine*."

Hearing this, Yang Siwei raised her hand and asked somewhat weakly: "I understand the one surnamed Chen, Chen Kaige, right?"

"But isn't this Tian Zhuangzhuang just in the education system?"

Wang Jinghua looked at her and said: "Old Tian's father was the first director of the Beijing Film Studio; he participated in the establishment of the Beijing Film Studio and, like Ling's grandfather, came out of Yan'an."

"Old Tian's mother played Sister Jiang and was one of the 22 film stars of New China; she also came from Yan'an."

"His grandfather also had a cinematographer under him who just reached the Olympics a couple of years ago... that's right, it's Zhang Yimou."

"Back then, Old Zhang was at the Xi'an Film Studio and had a good relationship with Ling's father, who was a cinematographer, and was also a colleague of Ling's mother, who was a director."

Listening to these somewhat intricate relationships, Yang Siwei scratched her head, but she wasn't truly stupid and quickly understood.

"So, this is all about human connections and social graces, right?" Yang Siwei tapped the document in her hand: "You're good, I'm good, everyone's good."

Wang Jinghua nodded: "The entertainment industry is like this; it's not about fighting and killing, but about human connections and social graces."

"Understood." Yang Siwei nodded: "I'll contact him right away; I will manage him well."

After saying this, Yang Siwei stood up and left to get to work.

In fact, she also knew that Qi Hui wasn't the kind of newcomer who had just stepped out of school; he had acted in *Lurk* and even won a Magnolia Award. Although it wasn't a heavyweight award, it was still quite good.

Moreover, he had a lead role under his belt.

Someone like this is definitely a stock with super potential.

But... Yang Siwei was previously Fan Bingbing's deputy agent and was used to that level; having her go back to manage a newcomer, the psychological gap was not small.

She wasn't used to it, which was normal.

Beep~ Beep~ Beep~

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Qi Hui..." Yang Siwei breathed a sigh of relief; the call went through quickly this time.

Half an hour later, the two met at a small coffee shop.

Yang Siwei's original intention was to go to Starbucks, but Qi Hui didn't dare to go.

That place would even chase away the police, let alone a small actor like him, Qi.

Therefore, Qi Hui just found a random coffee shop; anyway, there were plenty of them in the Imperial Capital.

"Hello." Qi Hui smiled and greeted her.

He had introduced himself on the phone; her name was Yang Siwei. If he remembered correctly, in a few years, she would have quite a few powerful artists under her.

For example, Zhu Yawen. The director Li Jun, whom Qi Hui had met before, directed that show *North, Shanghai, and Guangzhou Do Not Believe in Tears*, which starred Zhu Yawen.

Under Yang Siwei's public relations, Zhu Yawen gained the nickname "Walking Hormone" and became famous overnight.

"Hello, very nice to meet you." Yang Siwei was also sizing up Qi Hui.

Just like in the photos, he was very handsome, with sharp and well-defined facial features.

Even having seen many handsome men, Yang Siwei had to admit that Qi Hui was quite good in terms of appearance.

Just this point alone meant he had already won half the battle in life.

Of course, the other half is the watershed of life: the amniotic fluid!

"I think you also know my purpose; let's get straight to the point." Yang Siwei laughed and took out the documents:

"Let me introduce our agency services to you; if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"I will do my best to answer them for you."

Qi Hui nodded: "Let me look at the contract first..."