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The headquarters of Huace Media Group in Chaoyang District, Beijing.

In the artists' dressing room, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the carpet.

Outside the window is the East Third Ring Road with its constant flow of traffic.

Liu Yifei nestled in a beige beanbag chair, wearing a loose gray sweatshirt, her long hair casually pulled back with a hair clip.

She held a few pine nuts in her hand and slowly peeled them.

Click.

The door was pushed open.

Sister Hong walked in wearing mid-heeled shoes, holding an iced Americano in her left hand and a tablet computer between her right.

After sitting down, she casually opened her schedule.

Let me first tell you about my recent schedule.

Liu Yifei gave a soft "hmm" and peeled open another pine nut.

"The invitation to Paris Haute Couture Week in July has already been sent to the high-end luxury sector."

Sister Hong swiped the screen, speaking very quickly.

"The brand gave me the highest treatment in the front row, and I also got to wear two sets of autumn/winter haute couture for the first time."

"In addition, several top-tier magazines are vying for your September and October cover."

"The schedule must be finalized by next month at the latest."

For an artist of Liu Yifei's caliber, taking a break is perfectly fine.

But while she can rest, her management team can't just lie down and relax.

Film and television, fashion, and business—each of these sectors is linked to brands and investors.

Liu Yifei can take her time choosing.

Sister Hong, however, had to have the framework set up six months in advance.

Otherwise, if we try to schedule her work when she wants to, it will be too late, and the opportunity will be gone.

Liu Yifei threw the pine nut shells into the trash can and then took out a wet wipe to wipe her hands.

"Go to fashion events when you should."

"Sister Hong, you can decide."

"Okay, I'll oversee the fashion line."

Sister Hong nodded and turned to the next page.

The screen was largely blank.

She tapped her fingers twice on the edge of the tablet and looked up at Liu Yifei.

"So what's the main focus for the second half of the year?"

"Commercial endorsements and fashion exposure are ultimately just icing on the cake."

"You haven't seriously worked on a film set for almost a year."

At this point, Sister Hong's tone became much more serious.

"You're not interested in any of the projects I've been offered recently, that's fine."

"But we can't just leave the entire second half of the year empty."

"You need to give me a general direction so I can communicate with the company and investors."

Liu Yifei shrank back into the sofa, resting her chin on her hand.

Judging from her expression, she had clearly been waiting for those words.

"The second half of the year..."

She blinked, her tone light and cheerful.

"Don't fill my schedule too much."

"Especially in the film and television sector, we try to free up our schedules as much as possible."

Sister Hong raised an eyebrow.

"Free?"

"Have you identified a target project?"

There aren't many projects that can get Liu Yifei to reserve prime time slots for them.

Unless a top director is preparing a massive production, or a very significant serious drama series extends an offer in advance.

But things have been calm in the industry lately.

I've never heard of any big director suddenly making such a big move.

Liu Yifei pursed her lips, but the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"Um."

"I'm saving this for filming my new movie."

"Play the female lead."

Sister Hong immediately became interested.

"Which company's notebook is it from?"

Who is the director?

"Did the producer send it directly to your private email?"

Liu Yifei shook her head.

"Neither."

Sister Hong was stunned for a moment.

"Whose project is that?"

Liu Yifei answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Fang Yu's."

"..."

The lounge fell silent instantly.

Sister Hong had just picked up her iced Americano when her movement stopped abruptly in mid-air.

She stared at Liu Yifei for several seconds, almost thinking she had misheard.

"Whose are you talking about?"

"Fang Yu."

Liu Yifei pointed to herself and added it again carefully.

"He wrote the script, he played the male lead, and I played the female lead."

Sister Hong took a slow breath.

Then, she put the iced Americano she had just picked up back on the coffee table.

I didn't dare drink a drop.

I'm afraid of choking.

She raised her hand to rub her temples, trying to make her tone sound gentler.

"Yifei, calm down first."

"I admit, Xiao Fang is very talented."

"His skills in songwriting, singing, calligraphy, and traditional Chinese painting are all top-notch."

"But writing a screenplay and writing a song are two completely different things."

Sister Hong has no doubt about Fang Yu's character.

I don't think he would deliberately make empty promises to Liu Yifei.

She just understands young people in love all too well.

When young couples get together and are deeply in love, they dare to talk about anything and plan for the future.

We're talking about filming a movie together today.

Let's talk about starting a company together tomorrow.

If we chat for another two days, we might be able to decide where the child will go to school.

Fang Yu might have just been bragging casually after finishing his late-night snack.

As it turns out, this national goddess is actually prepared to clear her mind for half a year to wait for him!

"He was probably just joking with you to make you happy."

Sister Hong sighed and continued to persuade her:

"Don't actually plan it as a mature project."

"In this kind of thing, having a story concept is one thing, but actually bringing it to fruition is another."

He wasn't joking.

Liu Yifei sat up straight, her smile fading slightly.

"He's serious."

"He has already thought of the subject matter, world view, and storyline."

Sister Hong still hasn't given up.

Having a story idea doesn't mean you can turn it into a script.

"Even if the script is actually written, the director, investment, production team, and distribution channels are all major issues."

"You can't because..."

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Yifei suddenly added a sentence.

"And he's going to Xiangshan this weekend."

Sister Hong paused.

"What are you going to Xiangshan for?"

"Join the crew."

Liu Yifei picked up the warm water and took a sip, her tone nonchalant.

"A martial arts film directed by He Zheng."

Fang Yu will be playing a cameo role.

Sister Hong fell silent.

He Zheng?

He Zheng, the top director of Chinese martial arts films?

His new movie was filmed in Xiangshan for more than half a year, and almost everyone in the industry knows about it.

The lead actor is a three-time Best Actor winner, and the female lead is a true Best Actress winner.

Production cost 400 million, marketing and distribution costs are separate.

Many A-list male actors tried to pull strings and use personal connections to get a role that allowed them to get screen time, but they couldn't get in.

The movie is about to wrap up filming.

But He Zheng suddenly added a role for Fang Yu?

Sister Hong leaned back on the sofa, her gaze shifting several times.

If Fang Yu is just talking big at home, then that's indeed just empty talk.

But now that he has secured his place in He Zheng's film crew, things are completely different.

Sister Hong looked down at the blank schedule on the tablet.

My fingers remained still for a long time.

In the end, this top agent, known in the industry for his assertiveness and shrewdness, said nothing more.

She silently turned off the tablet screen, got up, and walked out of the lounge.