[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment":3,"chapter-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-115":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Intelligence King of Chinese Entertainment",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260418,4411,"Chapter 115: Wang Ou: Boss Yan, Mind Giving Me a Screen Test?","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-115",115,"\u003Cp>Yi'an Film & Television\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than a month away from the company, Yan Li felt there were far more people around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one hand, the company was running multiple projects and hiring constantly; on the other, many crew members from the “Seven Fairies” production were now working in the office, turning the once-empty 300-square-meter studio into a cramped space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Yan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Boss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Yan Li stepped through the door, employees and crew members along the path from reception to his office all greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having experienced this many times before, Yan Li found the crowd and noise especially satisfying this time, yet he remained composed, offering only slight nods or raised hands in acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Wang Ou watched as Yan Li greeted everyone in the company, her eyes sparkling with admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li, already possessing strong presence and poise, now radiated an unmistakable air of confidence and vigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Hu, this is Wang Ou. Take care of her first, then bring me all the company documents from this period, and notify Vice President Yue and Director Xiao, plus Finance and HR—none of them should leave this afternoon; I may need them at any time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Hu Ya opened the door for Yan Li, brewed tea, tidied the documents, and quietly withdrew from the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou had been waiting at her desk. Hu Ya opened her drawer: “What would you like? Tea, coffee, or a drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No trouble needed—just plain water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ya poured her a glass of water, her round face tilted curiously toward Wang Ou: “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before—are you an actress?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sort of, but I haven’t shot much. I came in for a casting call for ‘Seven Fairies’ before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, now I remember!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ya snapped her fingers—she’d helped out during the casting for the drama and had seen Wang Ou before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman was tall and had a distinctive look, so Hu Ya remembered her, which explained why she felt she’d seen her before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you with the Boss? Are you signing with us? Didn’t you say you’re not taking on talent management right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou was curious: “Why not do talent management? Your company seems pretty big.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t flattery—Wang Ou had visited few film companies, and Yi’an was among the most impressive, which was why she’d originally wanted to sign with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never expected this company didn’t want to sign artists at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Boss thinks talent management is troublesome and not very profitable, so he’s putting it on hold for now. The company’s focus is on investment, production, and distribution. We’ll reconsider talent management once we have more bandwidth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talent management isn’t unprofitable, but compared to film production, the margins are smaller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, film production carries the risk of loss, while a single successful artist can generate steady income indefinitely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, talent management complements film production, maximizing resource utilization—so many film companies consider it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li didn’t plan to abandon talent management, but he felt his resources were limited and he had no suitable personnel, so he would not consider it for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the company accumulated enough connections and more projects, artists would come knocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was also a small, unspoken reason: Yan Li feared that if the company signed anyone, Dong Xuan and Qin Lan would both rush to join Yi’an, and trouble might brew at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware of the inner dynamics, Wang Ou’s heart sank halfway when she heard Yi’an wouldn’t sign artists for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she thought of Yan Li again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the company signed artists or not—it was still just one word from the Boss. If Yan Li was willing to promote her, signing with the company or not made no difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou waited patiently, expecting Yan Li to finish quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yan Li seemed to have forgotten her—he kept working, with several people coming and going from his office, and she never saw him emerge until dusk fell and many employees had left. Only then did Hu Ya knock to remind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s this late?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li’s office was dimly lit, so he’d kept the lights on. Deep in work, he hadn’t noticed the time—hadn’t realized it was already dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li offered a slight apology; Wang Ou waved it off, adding a compliment: “Seeing how seriously you work, no wonder you’re so successful at such a young age.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t help it—born to work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li waved his hand, then turned to Hu Ya: “Have you eaten? Join us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ya glanced at Wang Ou, shaking her round face: “No thanks, I’ve already made plans with friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li didn’t press further. He left the company with Wang Ou, and as they waited for the elevator, he called Qin Lan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t wait up for me—I’ve another engagement. Yeah, I’ve got the keys.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, he shook his phone: “Girlfriend. Just letting her know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou’s eyes flickered, and she smiled warmly: “Your girlfriend is truly lucky to have such an outstanding boyfriend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li smiled. On the way to the restaurant, he chatted casually with Wang Ou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the girl was somewhat sharp, she was still young—no match for Yan Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, he’d extracted plenty of information from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Guangxi, just turned 21, started modeling competitions at 19, won the China-Vietnam Modeling Championship last year, and made her first film appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year, she entered CCTV’s modeling contest, advanced from the Guangxi regional round to the finals, and achieved a respectable result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That earned her some opportunities, so she stayed in Beijing and began her Northward drift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Modeling is tough—complicated circles, low pay—so she wanted to break into film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Wang Ou’s resume, and Yan Li had also pieced together her family background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her parents divorced and showed little care; she was left with neighbors as a child, given meager living expenses. She studied dance in middle school just to earn money for herself. She resented her parents but craved their attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, Wang Ou shares a small apartment with two modeling friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She takes sporadic gigs—print ads, car modeling—and spends the rest of her time auditioning. When modeling income dries up, she survives by dancing or other odd jobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Independent, starved for love, financially strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li had sized her up. After thinking, he added two more traits: opportunistic and selfish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren’t insults—they were objective truths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raised without love, struggling through hardship, obsessed with escaping poverty and climbing upward—how else could she climb without being opportunistic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her parents ignored her, her grandparents didn’t care—she fought her way from her hometown to Beijing, surviving in the murky world of modeling. It’d be strange if she weren’t selfish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Yan Li had originally just wanted a pretty, visually appealing “friend” for a transaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after hearing Wang Ou’s story, he genuinely felt a spark of appreciation for her talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a girlfriend, he preferred Dong Xuan and Qin Lan—calm, gentle, family-oriented, with few schemes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as a boss, he admired those who clawed their way up with relentless drive—bold, fearless, willing to risk everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, such people were useful—but also carried the risk of sudden betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day they call you “Father,” the next they raise their halberd and scream, “Old villain, die!” and stab you in the gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without an intelligence network, Yan Li would have hesitated and treated her with caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had his system—he could minimize and control those risks, so his courage and boldness grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, seeing Wang Ou’s traits and her physical appeal, he seriously considered nurturing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company wouldn’t sign her—so he’d keep her loosely managed, offering occasional resources to test her true potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not every ruthless person succeeds—ability, tactics, and timing all matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li wasn’t afraid she’d run off once she tasted success—he had absolute confidence in himself. If she left before being signed, she was foolish, lacking vision and intellect, and not worth cultivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi’an didn’t need Wang Ou—it could promote others. But if she left Yi’an, her prospects would be uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having decided, Yan Li stopped probing and switched to casual small talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou, however, grew anxious—this opportunity was rare. If she missed it today, who knew when she’d get another?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, when Yan Li asked her questions, she thought he was interested. Now he’d stopped—her heart was in turmoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the restaurant, she requested a private room and began fawning over Yan Li—serving him dishes, showering him with flattery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li remained calm, ate whatever she served, accepted every compliment—but ignored any veiled probes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opportunities offered freely are taken for granted; only those fought for are truly valued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Wang Ou realized flattery alone wouldn’t work. She glanced at his face and physique, clenched her teeth, and escalated her advances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand casually rested on his. She brushed his lips with a suggestive touch. She stood to serve him food and pour wine, then “accidentally” tripped, her upper body lightly bouncing against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fed him small pleasures—but never let him take too much, leaving him tantalized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got quite a few tricks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li sighed. Modeling circles truly forged people—endless little schemes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wang Ou had met her match. Yan Li had seen it all—her thunder without rain had almost no effect on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d take the sweets, accept the favors—but still wouldn’t commit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou was at a loss—what should she do next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d only met a few times. Yan Li’s intentions were unclear. What if she spent everything and got nothing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she hesitated, Yan Li suddenly spoke: “By the way, Xiao Ou, I’m about to negotiate a project with a female lead role. You seem perfect for it. If things go smoothly, I’ll recommend you to the director.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Female lead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou’s eyes lit up. Yan Li nodded: “The character is a rural girl who comes to the city for work, gets scammed, ends up as a salon worker, then reforms. The role has substantial screen time and strong character arc. Would you be willing to play it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes yes, I want to play it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou nodded frantically. Whatever the role, it was a female lead—for a model who’d barely acted, anything was better than nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li nodded: “I’ll arrange it for you. But...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou was now entirely consumed by the words \"female lead\"; hearing Yu Yanli’s tone shift, his heart clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In this drama, the hairdresser character has no intimate or bed scenes, but it’s still a special profession—hard to portray.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli looked at Wang Ou, his tone inexplicable: \"You’re not a conservatory-trained actor—I’m worried you can’t capture the role’s essence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ou gazed at Yu Yanli, cheeks slightly flushed; he gritted his teeth, stood up, and sat on Yu Yanli’s lap, his small hands stroking his body, breath soft as orchid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss Yu, if you’re still unsure, why not help me rehearse the scene?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need for rehearsal—I have to go home soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli shook his head, helped the bewildered Wang Ou rise from his lap, placed his hands on his shoulders, and guided him slowly into a squat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll just explain it to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1885,"2026-06-19T16:16:52.605Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ab21c41cc8e71ee391f4f9bdf13e48ef5dc9ce59f43f340ff667c8258c17724c","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-116","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-114",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-cover.jpg"]