A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

I don't know who decided that people with sweet appearances always have a warrior in armor living inside them.

Yang Mi hadn't expected the other person to respond like that. "Next time? What chance? It sounded like you were saying, 'Sooner or later you'll see my work.'"

However, those in the entertainment industry must always be adept at navigating interpersonal relationships. She couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark earlier, and now she has a convenient way to back down.

"Yes, I forgot, your movie is about to be released, right? I'll definitely go to the theater to support it."

"Then I'll thank Ms. Yang on behalf of our Director Su."

It was "Ms. Yang" again. Yang Mi was speechless. Who would still use that kind of address these days? How could this person be so old-fashioned? No wonder she couldn't become famous.

"Dilraba, I regret it now. I should have come to you in person to sign the contract; that would have shown my sincerity." She sighed, her voice filled with regret. "It's also because I was too busy on set at the time, otherwise I definitely would have come in person."

Dilraba couldn't fathom the other woman's thoughts at all. Was she truly regretful? But saying such things now would only make her feel uncomfortable. Besides, even if she had come in person back then, she would probably have been taken away by Teacher Su without any reason.

She couldn't help but laugh when she thought of Su Liu's "you've been waiting for me to sign you" look.

"No, Sister Mi..." Dilraba didn't know how to reply. She couldn't just say, "You can't beat Teacher Su."

"Come on, tell me, what's your next project?"

Yang Mi suddenly acted like a caring older sister, making Dilraba wonder if she was being too enthusiastic.

"Next film? I don't know."

"You've finished filming your movie, hasn't the company arranged any work for you in the next phase?"

Mao Xiaotong suddenly chimed in, "The company is preparing to produce a drama, with Dilraba playing the female lead."

"Huh? Sister Xiaotong, is that true?"

"Yes, your teacher Su told me a couple of days ago. He probably forgot to tell you."

"A TV drama lead role." Yang Mi showed a suitable expression of relief. "Dilraba, you're definitely going to be famous. You acted in a movie right after graduation, and your second role is the lead. Maybe I'll even need your help in the future."

"No, no," Dilraba stammered, "Sister Mi, you'll definitely be famous forever."

"How can you say for sure about something like this? It's like eating; whether a dish is good or not depends on the chef's skill, right?"

As she said this, she looked at Mao Xiaotong with a smile in her eyes, as if she were saying it specifically to her.

"I think the ingredients are also very important. If the ingredients are rotten and smelly, even the best chef can't make a good dish."

Mao Xiaotong flashed a sweet smile; her round face and that expression immediately reminded people of a cream cake.

Dilraba didn't understand why they were suddenly talking about cooking. Weren't they just discussing acting? But having been with Su Liu for so long, she had picked up some of his bad habits.

"Normally, chefs wouldn't use rotten ingredients, would they? Wouldn't that be deceiving consumers?"

"Isn't this society all about you deceiving me and me deceiving you? Restaurants, in order to save costs, take some rotten ingredients, package them with seasonings, and turn them into a beautiful dish. Isn't that what they all do?"

Mao Xiaotong couldn't hold back any longer. She always spoke her mind directly, and this kind of undercurrent of confrontation was not her forte.

"Who are you calling...?"

"Hey," Tang Yan suddenly interrupted Mao Xiaotong, "What good or bad ingredients? Whether a dish tastes good or not, once you eat it, it's all going to be excreted anyway."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The three of them turned to look at Tang Yan, their faces filled with shock. A moment later, a clear laugh suddenly broke the silence.

"Tangtang, aren't you disgusting?" Yang Mi covered her mouth and laughed while giving her a nudge.

"Yeah, we're going to poop anyway, so who cares if it's good or bad ingredients?" Mao Xiaotong finally managed to stop laughing, but her body was still twitching.

"Hey, let's add each other on WeChat." Yang Mi took out her phone from her handbag and gestured to everyone.

"OK."

The atmosphere between the four people was just tense, but now they've suddenly started adding each other as friends.

"Tangtang, you've been in Shanghai all this time, you can bring them along to play occasionally."

"Of course!" Tang Yan added her friend and looked up with a smile. "Xiao Tong, you're from the North, right? I'll show you around Shanghai next time." Then she looked at Dilraba, "Dilraba, come along too!"

"Okay," they both replied with smiles.

"It's almost time, let's go in." Yang Mi straightened her skirt and gestured for everyone to walk inside.

After taking a couple of steps, she looked them up and down. "Your outfits are nice."

"Ugh, don't even mention it." Dilraba said with a pained expression, her hands unconsciously lifting the waist of her skirt. "This dress is so uncomfortable to wear."

Mao Xiaotong nodded in agreement. The dresses were borrowed temporarily, and the size didn't fit their bodies perfectly; they were tightly bound around the waist and abdomen, making it difficult for them to walk without taking small steps.

"That's just how actresses are," Yang Mi patted her shoulder.

After entering the banquet hall, the four separated. Yang Mi and Tang Yan sat in the VIP area closest to the runway, while the middle and back rows were for media, guests, and designers. Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong sat in the guest area.

Tonight's event is a music-themed celebration, with brand designers and musicians teaming up. It's really just a mix of music and fashion, nothing new.

The banquet hall was filled with people clinking glasses and exchanging pleasantries. Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong weren't big names, so naturally no one approached them, but Yang Mi's side was quite lively.

"Sister Xiaotong, what were you two talking about outside just now?" Dilraba couldn't understand the undercurrents between adults at all. "What chef or cooking?"

Looking at her innocent expression, Mao Xiaotong smiled and shook her head. "It's okay if you don't understand these things."

"What? You think I'm a kid? We weren't really talking about cooking, were we?"

At that moment, Mao Xiaotong and Yang Mi both had friendly smiles on their faces, but Dilraba keenly sensed a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

"You're not stupid either; I almost hit her."

Dilraba was surprised. "Really?"

"It's fake! How could they possibly do that?" Mao Xiaotong's face showed a rare wicked smile.

"Sister Xiaotong!"

The two whispered to each other in a corner, completely oblivious to what was happening at the ceremony. Since no cameras were rolling, they were quite content to be alone.

The awards ceremony began at 8:30, with awards such as "Designer of the Year" and "Emerging Designer of the Year." Yang Mi also went on stage to accept the "Most Stylish Celebrity of the Year" award along with Gao Yuanyuan, Ni Ni, and Li Wen.

In any case, everyone invited by the organizers received at least one prize.

The evening came to a close after the final musical performance. Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong, having sat for over three hours, were exhausted and hurriedly left the venue, wanting only to go home and rest.

However, as expected, an accident still occurred the next day.