A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chapter 97 Yang Mi Studio wasn't actually surnamed Yang after all.

Su Liu's mind raced. Did he have any connection with Yang Mi? Come to think of it, this was probably the first time they had even met.

"Um... Sister Mi," he said hesitantly, "why did you ask me for help?"

"So, isn't it true that you're the only person my sister can think of?"

Actually, she could find other people. Her agent, Zeng Jia, had been in the industry for so many years and had some connections.

None of them worked as well as Su Liu.

Our great writer Su rose to fame in the film and television industry during the Spring Festival season. He already has the title of an internationally renowned writer, and now he has the strong support of CMC. For him, SMG is just like his own home.

"This matter..."

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Hearing his troubled tone, Yang Mi quickly said, "Oh dear, I certainly won't let you do this for nothing. I'll definitely thank you properly. It's just helping to introduce the two sides, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"Sister Mi, if I may ask, you're not the actual controller of your studio, are you?"

"this......

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"What percentage of the shares do you own?"

"Hmm...15%."

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Su Liu closed his eyes, utterly unable to bear watching. To be on the safe side, he still asked, "Is there an A/B share structure? Or an agreement for concerted action?"

After asking, he himself felt it was somewhat absurd; how could a celebrity's studio do something like this?

As expected, Yang Mi uttered two words stiffly: "No."

"In other words, if you can't control the affairs of your studio, then you can't be considered independent at all; you're just a contracted artist with equity. Who has the control? Your manager, Zeng Jia?"

In reality, it's perfectly normal for artists' studios to be controlled by their agents. Artists need to maintain their public image, and they're usually very busy with work, so they don't have the time or ability to personally haggle like market vendors. Therefore, their agents handle all the business negotiations.

Over time, resources and connections all become concentrated in the hands of agents.

Many celebrities like to cultivate a boss persona, which helps increase fan loyalty. As for what they are really like in private, only they themselves probably know.

"How can I not be independent! Do you think it's been easy for me to get to where I am today after all these years?"

"This has nothing to do with whether it's easy or not. Since you asked me to call you 'sister,' then I'll tell you the truth: you have to accept that hard work doesn't always pay off. You came to see me today because Zeng Jia sent you, right?"

Seeing Yang Mi pursing her lips and remaining silent, Su Liu continued, "Look, we've never even met before. We only have some interaction through Xiao Tong and Reba. The fact that she asked you to come was already a reluctant thing for her; she didn't even consider whether you could handle it."

After speaking, Yang Mi remained silent, staring intently at Su Liu while biting her lip.

Time passed by second by second, and Su Liu was a little dazed, wondering if he had really heard the sound of mosquitoes just now.

"If you don't want to help, then forget it." Yang Mi stood up abruptly, picked up his bag, and turned to leave.

Su Liu felt like she was about to cough up blood. What did she mean by "If you don't want to help, then forget it!"? It was as if she owed him money. Shouldn't it be her right not to help?

She took two steps, then stopped, leaving behind a nonsensical remark, "Also, this time I came to find you myself." With that, she left the reception area.

How inexplicable. Su Liu shook her head, her mind racing to decipher the sentence. If it was her personal decision, then it was even more bizarre.

Could it be that she also realized that she lacked a voice after starting the company and wanted to find an outside help?

Even so, Hachiko has no chance of reviving culture.

Su Liu thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out her intention, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

He had just pushed open the partition of the reception area and stepped out when he bumped into Mao Xiaotong, who was leaning against the wall waiting.

"Yang Mi is gone?" she asked.

"yes."

"What exactly does she want from you?"

"Speaking of this..."

The two chatted as if gossiping, and Su Liu recounted his entire conversation with Yang Mi, word for word. He emphasized the other person's coquettish tone and the feeling that made his hair stand on end at that moment.

"You mean, even though she has her own studio, she's actually just a high-level employee."

"You can't say that, they at least have some shares."

"You mean you can only receive dividends and can't make any major decisions?"

"Hmm—" Su Liu hesitated for a moment, as if that was indeed the meaning, "More or less."

As they were talking, the two had already walked around the equipment cases piled up in the photography studio.

"By the way, Sister Xiaotong, have you been waiting for me here?"

"Yes," Mao Xiaotong answered readily.

"What are you doing...?"

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"Let me see if you're capable of using a honey trap."

Su Liu paused, giving her a strange look, as if he had heard some absurd joke.

"You underestimate me."

"She's beautiful and a popular female celebrity."

"Please, she's married, okay? And, Xiaotong, you really lack confidence in yourself."

"I don't have confidence in you."

"Then you're wrong. Do you know what the biggest test I've ever faced is?"

"What?"

"It's a honey trap."

Mao Xiaotong rubbed his forehead, his face clearly showing his defeat.

"I can't stand you. Sigh..." She lightly patted Su Liu's shoulder, her tone turning teasing, "Since you've given me confidence, then my profit split with the company will still be 30/70, okay?"

"That's...that's none of my business."

"It's none of your business!"

"If you're so capable, go find Sister Chen or Sister Wenxiu yourself."

"Wow, you man!" Mao Xiaotong exclaimed, her round eyes wide. "Your mood changes way too fast!"

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"It's clearly Xiaotong who's greedy for money."

"Sorry, that's just who I am."

The two entered the reading room and found it to be noisy and chaotic.

In the center of the long table, Jiang Chao was sprawled on the surface, his face buried in a stack of scripts. Li Xian straddled his waist, pressing down on his shoulders.

Dilraba laughed so hard she slapped the table, enthusiastically cheering her on from the sidelines.

Zhu Yawen and Fan Min were also laughing so hard they were doubled over.

"What happened?"

"Hey, Teacher Su." Reba's eyes lit up, and she waved to him with a big laugh, pointing to the two people on the table, "Teacher Jiang Chao acted too despicably just now, which angered everyone, and he was taken down by Teacher Ya Wen and Teacher A Xian."

"That means my acting was alright, right?" Jiang Chao raised his large head and complained. "That's the power of art to move people."

"That cheeky look of his is really irresistible." Li Xian got off him.

"What can't you hold back?" Jiang Chao rolled over, lying on the table to catch his breath. "I was just rehearsing with Ya Wen. This is called in-depth communication. What do you, a forensic assistant, know?"

Zhu Yawen, leaning on the edge of the table, was laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face. He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, Teacher Jiang, I can't handle this kind of in-depth discussion."

After the group had had their fill of commotion, they continued going over the script.

Jiang Chao nimbly jumped off the table, and everyone finally gathered around the long table again.

Su Liu pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat down. Mao Xiaotong sat beside her and turned to the folded page. Dilraba also stopped laughing and adopted a serious expression.

Zhu Yawen and Fan Min exchanged a glance, each picked up a glass of water to moisten their throats, and flipped through the scripts in front of them.

The studio is set up, and in a few days, after the reading session, we can start filming.