Entertainment mogul: Starting his business with the internet

Chapter 98 The Little Assistant's Curiosity
Faced with Fang Yu's question, Jiang Yuanyuan had no intention of hiding anything and explained, "I want to be Shishi's assistant. She is an artist at Tangren Media, so naturally I need to go to Tangren with her."

As for why I chose the job of a celebrity assistant, it's a personal preference, because I used to have some curiosity and longing for the entertainment industry.

Fang Yu had been in this industry for a while and had a good understanding of the realities of the entertainment circle. He spoke of his experience with the air of someone who had been there before.

"This industry is just like that. Outsiders see it as glamorous and enviable, but inside it's all competition and deals. We assistants have to do more and talk less, especially keep our artists' secrets. We must keep our mouths shut."

Jiang Yuanyuan nodded thoughtfully, knowing that Fang Yu was a senior and that what he had just said was invaluable.

She realized that Liu Shishi would often text and call a man after work, and she had no idea that Liu Shishi was in a relationship.

It's not acceptable for celebrities to date so early. Although Tangren Media is a bit more lenient, they don't explicitly oppose celebrities dating, but they still secretly avoid the topic. She has to cover for Liu Shishi.

Fang Yu stared at Jiang Yuanyuan, who was plump and had a bewildered look on her face, with a hint of envy: "Your mistress has a strong background and great potential. If you serve her well, she can become an executive agent in three to five years. Her future prospects are broad."

"Sister Yu, how do you know Shishi has a strong background?" Since Liu Shishi came to Tengda for an internship last year, Jiang Yuanyuan hadn't felt that Liu Shishi was anything special; she was kind and easy to get along with.

Fang Yu shook her head, thinking that fools sometimes have good luck, and replied irritably, "Are you stupid? Liu Shishi was able to squeeze out Wang Luodan and Lü Yi from Tengda Culture, there must be some connection."

Jiang Yuanyuan suddenly realized, "Oh, I understand."

Fang Yu suddenly leaned closer to Jiang Yuanyuan, gently patted her shoulder, and whispered, "Remember that your mistress is a resource-rich actress, she won't lack roles in the future, just stick close to her."

At this time, Liu Shishi was unaware that her reputation as a "resource-backed" actress had already begun to spread among her assistants. In the blink of an eye, about half an hour later, the scene that had just been reshot was finally finished, and Xu Zheng finally announced that the crew had wrapped up.

The two assistants, who had been waiting for a long time, saw their artist dragging his tired body out of the studio from afar. They rushed over like the wind to meet him, bringing him water and food to replenish his energy.

"Today's scene was really exhausting. Luckily, we can rest for half a day tomorrow morning. Shishi, Sister Yan, do you want to get some late-night snacks?" Qiao Zhengyu's mouth was dry, so he took the water glass from Fang Yu and drank it all in one gulp.

Yan Ni accepted the bottle of mineral water Fang Yu handed her, smiled at the assistant, and said, "Thank you!"

Hearing that Qiao Zhengyu wanted to organize a late-night snack, she shook her head and refused, saying, "It's too late to have a late-night snack. Let's go back to the hotel to rest as soon as possible. After removing our makeup, we can work for a while longer. It would be good if we could be in bed before three o'clock."

Yan Ni also starred in "Nightclub". She played the role of a supermarket owner. Liu Shishi told her about the audition, and with Qiao Zhengyu's recommendation, she was able to get an audition opportunity. With Tong Zhanggui's superb acting skills, she easily won the role of the owner.

"Senior brother, I'm so tired today, I want to go back and rest as soon as possible." Liu Shishi sipped her water, looking very elegant and refined.

"Alright then, let's get together another day. See you tomorrow." Seeing that neither of them was in the mood for a late-night snack, Qiao Zhengyu had no choice but to give up, waving goodbye to the others. He had a place to stay in Beiping, not far from the supermarket where the film crew was shooting, and he usually went home to stay at night.

After watching Qiao Zhengyu leave with his assistant, Yan Ni naturally took Liu Shishi's arm, preparing to return together to the hotel where the film crew was staying. Having worked together on two consecutive films, the two now had a very close relationship.

Although Liu Shishi's home was in Beiping, she sometimes stayed in hotels because she was afraid of disturbing her parents if she went home late at night while filming.

Jiang Yuanyuan picked up her belongings and followed Liu Shishi, saying, "Shishi, your phone kept ringing. Someone sent you a text message."

Liu Shishi exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, it must be Yi Yi who sent me a text message. Quickly, give me my phone."

Jiang Yuanyuan handed over the phone, her mind filled with curiosity about who this "Yi Yi" was, the person her mistress had mentioned. She felt that this person had captivated Liu Shishi, making her think about him constantly.

Liu Shishi picked up her phone to check. Song Ci's last text message was sent at 11 o'clock. It had been more than two hours since 1 a.m., so she prepared to reply to her boyfriend and tell him that she had finished work.

Seeing the girl typing on the keyboard, Yan Ni immediately advised, "Post it tomorrow, Shishi. Posting it now will only disturb your boyfriend's rest or make him worry."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shishi deleted the half-finished text message. Indeed, she had only finished filming so late, and there was no need to bother the young man at this hour. Her boyfriend must have been very tired from military training today and needed to rest.

How thoughtful! Jiang Yuanyuan saw this scene and, unable to suppress her curiosity, asked in a clear voice, "Shishi, who exactly is Yiyi?"

Liu Shishi gave a mysterious smile, whetting her assistant's appetite: "Of course he's my boyfriend, and you know him too."

"Ah, I know him!" Jiang Yuanyuan exclaimed, her mind racing as she tentatively asked, "He's from Tengda Culture, right?"

Liu Shishi nodded. The assistant, who was quite quick-witted, smiled even more broadly.

Jiang Yuanyuan raised her head, recalling the male colleagues Liu Shishi might have met during her internship at Tengda last year.

"Is it Yang An? No, no, he was very attentive to you when you were at the company, but you always ignored him."

Could it be Sun Xinfan? It doesn't seem like it. I admit he's a bit handsome and he does want to pursue you, but you two have barely spoken a few words!

"Ugh, my head hurts! Shishi, just tell me, or I won't be able to eat!"

Jiang Yuanyuan shook Liu Shishi's arm and pleaded with her mistress.

Liu Shishi maintained a mysterious demeanor, but inwardly she was quite pleased with herself. "I've only been interning at Tengda for a few days, and I've already won over your handsome and cool boss!"
As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, groups of Peking University students in camouflage uniforms hurriedly assembled on the large parade ground of the base to begin their second day of military training.

The girls in Shen Sisi's barracks were all still sleepy-eyed, their faces not yet fully drowsy. They had chatted until late last night and were a little sleep-deprived.

Shen Sisi was in an even worse state, sporting dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating she hadn't slept well the previous night. She had been waiting anxiously for news from Song Ci until after 2 a.m. before finally falling asleep, unable to stay awake any longer.

The first thing she did when she woke up in the morning was to check her phone, but Song Ci didn't reply, which made her feel wronged.

"Mumu, your panda eyes are so obvious! What time did you go to bed last night? Why were you chatting with Song Ci so late?"

Sun Jingyi yawned, noticed her best friend's expression, and asked in surprise, "Could it be that the two of you had made rapid progress in your relationship last night and were chatting so much that you couldn't bear to part?"
Shen Sisi hurriedly adjusted her hat and collar, and replied dejectedly, "Don't even mention it. We were chatting, but he didn't reply to my texts at all."

"Ah!" Sun Jingyi was a little at a loss. Seeing that Miss Shen was in low spirits, she, Wang Jing, and Wang Tong hugged her and comforted her, "Maybe Song Ci turned off his phone to sleep tonight. Let's see how things are today."

The instructor's clear and sharp whistle rang out in the morning breeze, and the girls quickly fell silent and stood in neat rows.

Today's military training was obviously not as easy as yesterday's; the first training session before breakfast was a three-kilometer run.

The students below immediately began to complain. They had just gotten up and were already doing physical training. It was so hot, they thought they would die from running! Unfortunately, in the military camp, there was only obedience. No matter how unwilling they were, they had to obediently undergo the training.

A three-kilometer run left countless students exhausted and collapsed. The instructors could only shake their heads helplessly as they watched the students fall behind and collapse on the sidelines of the training field.

Students these days are spoiled and have poor physical fitness. When they were recruited and trained, the company commander would kick anyone who dragged them down. Even if they had to crawl, they had to complete the whole process.

Unfortunately, these Peking University students are all precious. The head instructor repeatedly emphasized during the training that violence was not allowed. Students could be punished reasonably for making mistakes, but instructors who took action against students would be severely punished.

Despite the hardships and setbacks, the few members of Songci Barracks managed to complete the race and didn't hold the main group back.

After running three kilometers, Song Ci's breathing was only a little rapid. This distance was easy for him. He was in good physical condition and exercised every day, so his physical fitness was indeed good.

Seeing Lin Hao lying flat on the playground like a starfish, Song Ci stepped forward and pulled him, "Fatty, stand up and walk around. You can't lie down after a long run; it's bad for your health."

Lin Hao's face was flushed, and he was drenched in sweat. He was panting heavily and said intermittently, "Fourth brother, let me... let me rest for a while. I don't want to move."

Song Ci shook his head and waved to Lu Yugang, "Brother Gang, lend a hand, let's help Fatty up."

Seeing Lin Hao's exhausted and limp appearance, the troublemaker Cai Jie mocked, "Fatty Lin, you're really useless. You look like you're going to die from running."

Upon hearing this, Lin Hao was filled with rage. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he grabbed Song Ci's arm and used it to get up from the ground. He yelled at Cai Jie, "Shut your stinking mouth! I just want to rest for a bit."

The commotion was a bit loud, which caught the attention of Instructor Wang. "If you have plenty of energy, go run another three kilometers."

Not to mention Lin Hao, even the usually self-righteous Cai Jie kept quiet. Although he looked normal, he was actually exhausted and weak inside. Running another three kilometers would take half his life.

An argument was resolved abruptly thanks to the instructor's intervention.

After breakfast, the training continued in the same monotonous way as yesterday, testing everyone's patience and perseverance, and constantly tempering the students' willpower. Perhaps this is the meaning of military training.

The day passed quickly, night fell, and the stars twinkled.

To help students relax and unwind from today's intense training, the base will hold a bonfire party tonight.

Around the roaring bonfire, the students, each from different companies, experienced something they had never done before, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation.

The boys first performed the military boxing they had just learned that day. Their movements were full of power and masculinity, showcasing the results and style of their military training.

Although the girls' performances were just ordinary singing and dancing, they still elicited cheers and applause from the boys, as if everyone's fatigue from the day had vanished in the bright firelight.

After the group performances, there was an interactive segment. The finance class and the accounting class formed a group and chose the traditional game of musical chairs. When the drum stopped, whoever had the red flower in their hand had to perform a program.

In a warm yet tense atmosphere, the game quietly began, the soft firelight illuminating the excited faces.

Instructor Wang held the drumsticks and struck the drumhead with complete concentration. The drumbeats varied in speed and rhythm, and every student who received a red flower was both excited and nervous.

Suddenly the drumbeats stopped abruptly, and the person holding the red flower became the focus of everyone's attention. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was in Song Ci's hand. Immediately, someone shouted excitedly.

"Song Dynasty poetry! Song Dynasty poetry!"

The surrounding classmates joined in the cheering: "Song Dynasty poetry, give us one! Song Dynasty poetry, give us one!"

Song Ci shook his head helplessly. He had been tricked by Tang Xiaochuan. He had clearly seen that Xiaochuan deliberately slowed down the rhythm and stuffed the red flower into his arms the moment the drum stopped.

However, Song Ci was not one to be coy or pretentious. He rose gracefully and walked to the center of the crowd, where he displayed his divine abilities.

Looking at Song Ci, who had striking eyebrows and bright eyes and exuded charm, Instructor Wang smiled and asked, "Young Song, you're quite popular. What kind of performance would you like to give us?"

No sooner had the instructor finished speaking than a female student shouted, "The wind is picking up! The wind is picking up!"

Everyone immediately realized what was happening and shouted in unison, demanding that Song Ci sing "The Wind Rises" again.

Seeing this, Instructor Wang pressed his hands down and said loudly, "Alright, everyone quiet down, let Song decide for himself."

Song Ci first asked the instructor for a guitar, sat between the two classes, gently plucked the strings, and slowly said to everyone under the expectant gaze, "I'll dedicate a song called 'Universal Gravitation' to you all."

Lin Hao stared in disbelief in the crowd, "Holy crap, the fourth brother can play the guitar too."

Tang Xiaochuan chuckled, "You're making a fuss over nothing." He had only given the red flower to Song Ci because he was following public opinion.

When everyone saw that Song Ci wasn't going to sing "The Wind Rises," they were a little disappointed, but they were still excitedly waiting for him to sing a song.

Song Ci's handsome face beamed with a youthful smile. As the guitar music began, he sang in his clear, bright, and magnetic voice:

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. We had already agreed to meet on the playground.
. . . . . .

A refreshing and upbeat pop song full of campus vibes. The melody is light and cheerful, and the lyrics of the Song Dynasty easily evoke the emotions of the listener, making people feel as if they have returned to their innocent campus days.

The girls swayed their heads and gently tapped their feet to the rhythm, listening with rapt attention. Even students from neighboring classes gathered around to listen to the melodious singing.

Newton said there is something called universal gravitation.

I started to believe in those grand principles because of you.
When the song ended, students from both classes applauded and cheered, as if trying to draw the attention of the entire training ground.

As night deepened and the music ended, the bonfire party slowly came to a close, leaving warmth and joy in everyone's hearts. Song Ci's "Universal Gravitation" became a cherished memory of everyone's military training life.

(End of this chapter)