Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 50 Tian Xiwei, I Have Backers in the Entertainment Industry!

Winter in the mountain town is hot and humid, and the old-fashioned air conditioner in the Tian family's living room hums loudly.

Tian Xi sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring nervously at the computer screen. Tonight, the episode of "Princess Promotion" featuring her cameo role was going to air.

"Sis! Was that silly girl who got flipped over by the blower? Was that you?"

Tian Xiyu, a fifth-grader, suddenly pointed at the TV and screamed, spraying potato chip crumbs everywhere.

"What silly girl! That's called a palace maid!"

Tian Xiwei threw a pillow at her younger sister, furious.

What a brat, he has no appreciation skills at all.

On the screen, the palace maid she plays is being blown about by the strong wind from the blower, her skirt sticking to her face.

Mother Tian laughed so hard she slapped her thigh: "Oh my goodness, your somersault was perfect! It was even more graceful than the one your dad did when he twisted his waist at the factory back then!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mr. Tian was making tea when he heard this, and his hand trembled, spilling goji berries all over the table.

He squinted at the computer screen: "Son, is the production team for this drama a bit poor? The armor that the prince is wearing looks like it's made of paper?"

"Oh, you guys don't understand!" Tian Xiwei stamped her foot in frustration. "This is called creativity! Brother Jiang Ye said that the poorer you are, the more buzz you generate!"

"Jiang Ye?" Tian's father keenly grasped the key point. "Is that the guy from the Beijing Film Academy that you keep talking about?"

"Uh-huh!"

Tian Xiwei suddenly sat up straight, her eyes sparkling: "Dad, Mom, I want to take the art exam and apply to the Beijing Film Academy's acting department!"

The living room fell silent instantly.

The knitting needle in Tian's mother's hand stopped in mid-air, and the goji berry tea in Tian's father's hand rippled outwards.

“My dear child,” Mother Tian said cautiously, “becoming a star requires connections; we’re just an ordinary family…”

"I have powerful backers!" Tian Xiwei said confidently. "The director of this show, Jiang Ye, is my classmate Lin Xiaoman's older brother! He's incredibly capable; this show is being discussed all over the internet right now!"

Mr. Tian stared at the ridiculous scene playing on the computer screen where the Crown Princess was managing the harem using Excel, his lips twitching: "That's it? Impressive? It's nowhere near as good as 'Princess Pearl'..."

"Dad...!" Tian Xiwei hurriedly reached out to pluck his beard. "This is innovation! Don't you understand innovation?!"

Mr. Tian pulled his daughter's hand down and sighed, "Then why should they help you?"

"Because he is a man..."

Tian Xiwei bit her tongue sharply, almost blurting out the words "boyfriend".

She quickly came up with a brilliant idea: "A male... a rare genius director! Lin Xiaoman said her brother loves mentoring newcomers!"

Suddenly, Mother Tian leaned closer and looked suspiciously at her daughter's flushed face: "Little one, why are your ears so red?"

"Air conditioning! The air conditioning is on too high!"

Tian Xiwei jumped up to adjust the temperature, inwardly cursing herself for almost giving herself away.

She had already made a promise with Jiang Ye that he wouldn't date and would wait until she got into the Beijing Film Academy.

Although this was her and Xiaoman's plan, if this guy performs well, it's not impossible to give him a chance...

No... We can't give him a chance; we have to proceed according to plan.

That wretched guy! Last time he worked so hard and only made 800, he even lost 1200...

I can't stand it any longer!
I'll swindle his money and then dump him!

Hmm, let's scam him out of 1500, we should at least make 300!

She couldn't help but chuckle as she imagined that scene.

"Sis, your smile is disgusting," Tian Xiyu suddenly interjected. "Like a rat that's stolen some oil."

"Tian Xiyu! Did you fail your Chinese exam again? This is called a radiant smile!"

"She was smiling like a trumpet flower..."

As the two sisters were playfully fighting, a scream came from the television, played by Tian Xiwei, who was a palace maid.

She was blown into the lotus pond by the blower.

Amidst the family's burst of laughter, Tian Xi secretly glanced at her parents' expressions, her mind racing with plans. "Hmm... once I get into the Beijing Film Academy, I'll have Jiang Ye come meet my parents..."

It's not a bad idea to use this money to buy a gift...

……

The next day, at 7 a.m., the office of Jiangying Media was filled with the mixed smell of coffee and instant noodles.

Five college students were sprawled haphazardly at their workstations, their eyes gleaming with excitement despite the heavy dark circles under their eyes.

With her hair a mess, Li Xiaocao's fingers were still mechanically refreshing the data page: "Views have surpassed 1 million!"

Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"Bonus! Bonus! Bonus!" Wang Meng slumped in her chair, weakly waving her fist.

When Jiang Ye pushed open the door, this was the terrible scene he saw.

Sure enough, a fresh graduate, so easily fooled...

He raised an eyebrow and threw the several large bags of breakfast he was carrying onto the table: "Get up and eat, everyone."

Several employees slowly crawled over like zombies. When they opened the plastic bag, they found that in addition to steamed buns and soy milk, each of them also received a thick red envelope.

"You've had a tough week." Jiang Ye leaned against the table, his tone unusually gentle. "It's a day off today, everyone go home and get some sleep."

The office erupted in chaos.

"real or fake?!"

"Long live General Jiang!"

"I can sleep until tomorrow morning right now!"

"Thank you for the red envelope, boss!"

Ten minutes later, the office was empty, with only Bai Lu still standing there.

"Boss," she frowned, "isn't this the most crucial time for publicity? Why the sudden holiday?"

As the boss's trusted assistant, she was extremely anxious...

Jiang Ye walked to the window and opened the blinds.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating his smiling profile.

“Xiao Bai,” he said slowly, “what do you think we can do to promote a TV series with just a few of us?”

The egret blinked: "But before."

"Before, it was about creating momentum; now it's about leveraging it."

Jiang Ye turned around and pointed to the empty office. "With our limited manpower, we can't even afford to buy a trending topic on Weibo, let alone promote it across all platforms."

He picked up the remote, turned on the projector, and switched to the Tencent Video homepage.

The featured image for "Princess Promotion" has been moved from a small image to the main screen's focus image.

"See?" Jiang Ye laughed. "Right now, it's not us who's anxious, it's the platforms. The show is a hit, and they're even more eager to monetize it than we are."

The egret suddenly realized: "So..."

"So let them get busy." Jiang Ye stretched. "Extra chapters, promotion, business development—these platforms are much more professional than us. Let's conserve our energy and wait for them to get everything arranged..."

He paused meaningfully: "That's when we're truly busy."

Looking at Jiang Ye's confident demeanor, Bai Lu suddenly felt that the man in front of her was as cunning as a fox.

The sunlight shone on his white shirt, outlining a dazzling silhouette.

"Then," she asked softly, "Is today a day off too?"

Jiang Ye glanced at her: "You? No way."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you have to come with me to meet someone." Jiang Ye picked up his suit jacket. "The copyright cooperation manager of Tencent Video. We've arranged to meet for coffee in two hours."

(End of this chapter)