The Road to Superstardom: Starting as a Singer

After a long while.

In the messy bedroom.

The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere and a faint smell of sweat.

Christine had no more complaints and nestled obediently against Huang Weijie's sweaty chest like a cat.

She took out a tissue and gently dried her hair, then tucked it into her hair. Her face was pressed against his skin, and she could hear his heartbeat, which was not yet fully calm.

"Hoo~" she breathed softly, her voice slightly hoarse and soft: "You...did you take some medicine?"

"Snapped!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than her pert buttocks were slapped by someone's large hand.

"What are you talking about? Is this the first day you've met me?!"

"But you were unusually aggressive today, which I think is abnormal."

"No, you didn't even want to call me BB just now."

"Pah, fuck squid!" Christine was taken aback by his words, then reached out and grabbed it fiercely.

"Thank you so much!" Huang Weijie jumped in surprise. "What are you doing? Are you trying to ruin your own happiness?!"

"snort!"

Christine gently released him, then slapped him hard across the chest in anger.

Then she changed the subject: "So, how long will you be staying this time?"

Huang Weijie considered the schedule: "If all goes well, it should take about a month. What about you? Didn't you say you were going to talk about a new movie? How's that going? Has it been affected by the Screen Actors Guild strike?"

When this was mentioned, Christine sounded a little down: "It's not going too well, emm, it's not related to the Screen Actors Guild strike. The scripts and roles I like, they don't think I'm good enough, or they have someone more suitable."

The ones that came to me, I didn't really like. Either the characters were too one-dimensional, or they were... well, you know, either selling sex appeal or just being pretty faces.

She sighed, "Sometimes I really feel that I shouldn't have taken on 'Twilight.' After filming this movie, it seems like a lot of things haven't gone smoothly."

Huang Weijie stroked her smooth back and whispered, "Don't worry, trust me, 'Twilight' will make you a star!"

"Jace, I know you're trying to comfort me, but this reason is too weak. I know my own performance well, and apart from book fans, I really don't think many people will be willing to go to the cinema to see this movie. Sigh, I hope those damn film critics won't criticize me too harshly when it comes out."

"I'm not just trying to comfort you. Christine, think about it, what kind of readership does this novel have? Aren't most of them girls?"

"uh-huh."

"Think about it again. If you wanted to go to the movies, would you choose to go alone? Wouldn't you drag me along? Even if I'm busy, I'm sure you'd bring a friend, right?"

Huang Weijie's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the dimly lit room.

Christine blinked. That was true. Going to the movies alone? How lonely would you have to be to do that!

Others may not know, but she definitely couldn't do something like this.

"Although your analysis is correct, but..."

"I know, I know this movie is melodramatic, not profound enough, not artistic enough..."

Huang Weijie laughed and interrupted the girl in his arms' concerns, "But so what? Christine, what era are we living in? Film critics are only useful for some awards; they can't change a movie's box office at all!"

Believe me, those old-school film critics clinging to outdated standards are no longer as authoritative as they think they are. These days, box office success depends more on fans and audiences!

"As long as the box office is high enough, I believe you might be met with their criticism, but more importantly, you'll be showered with money and countless film offers!"

Huang Weijie is right. In the United States, fantasy-themed teen romance stories like Twilight have a natural appeal to the teenage market.

Those middle-aged film critics certainly wouldn't like this kind of movie that's both shallow and melodramatic.

Therefore, the production company did not consider the opinions of film critics at all.

Kristen Stewart's worries were actually misled by experience. Having grown up in Hollywood, she subconsciously assumed that things were still the same as in the past, and that enough professional film critics giving "positive reviews" could have a significant impact on a film and bring in more box office revenue.

However, the reality is that with the development of the Internet and social media, the fan economy has become more useful than film critics.

Just like Twilight, so too is Tiny Times!

They all make a fortune simply by relying on their fans.

Passersby or spectators?

It's just icing on the cake, so what if I get criticized?

I've already made the money, so it doesn't matter if I get scolded.

Oh, no, the ones being criticized are the director and actors, what does it have to do with my capital?! (With a self-righteous face)

Christine sat up in surprise, her snow-white breasts exposed to the light without any cover, but neither of them paid any attention.

She looked at Huang Weijie's handsome face, which was so close to hers, and his light brown eyes seemed deep and resolute at that moment.

"Darling," she murmured, "I'm almost convinced, but I still think it's unlikely."

Just as Huang Weijie was about to speak, Christine put her index finger to her lips.

"Jace, I'm an actress, you're a singer. You've been studying music since you were little, and I've also been exposed to various films on set since I was a child."

Based on my many years of experience, I still think this movie will at most make a small profit thanks to the support of book fans, and that's assuming they do. If word-of-mouth spreads later...

She made a helpless yet exaggerated expression, "It's hard to say whether there will even be a second part."

Huang Weijie knew that Christine didn't like "Twilight," but he didn't expect that in addition to disliking it, she would also have such a lack of confidence.

He raised an eyebrow slightly: "Christine, how about we make a bet?"

"Hmm? What are we betting on?"

"I'm betting on whether Twilight will make you famous."

Huang Weijie reached out and cupped the delicate face in front of him. "If you don't become famous after this movie is released, then I'll grant you one request. As long as it's within my power and doesn't break the law, it's fine."

Christine blinked. "What if I become famous?"

"Then you agree to one condition of mine, which, in the same way, must be within your capabilities and not illegal."

"Okay! I'll take the bet!"

Christine agreed without hesitation.

This was a sure-fire way for her to make money.

If the movie really becomes a hit like Huang Weijie said, and makes her famous, what's one condition to him? Ten would be fine with me!

If the movie doesn't become a hit...

Look at Huang Weijie's popularity now. If his album continues to be a hit, he has a bright future ahead of him. At that time, he can easily make a living by leaking some resources or making connections through his fingers.

No matter how you look at it, you're not losing out!

Thinking of this, Christine excitedly leaned in and their lips met.

After a passionate kiss, both of them were a little out of breath.

Christine was about to step back and say something when she suddenly sensed a noticeable change in the other person. Startled, she took a step back and said, "Oh, damn it, how did you get here so quickly..."

Huang Weijie nimbly got up, flipped her over, and pressed her onto the bed: "Hey, you started this, so don't blame me."

"NO! NO! NO! Jace, let me rest! Really..."

Christine verbally refused, but her waist unconsciously pressed down, and she braced herself on the bed with her hands.

Huang Weijie smiled and thought, "Isn't that Deng Chao?"

Without any hesitation, he lunged forward...