My capital is quite large.

Hong Kong, Mid-Levels.

In Yang Mi's luxurious penthouse on the first floor, Song Qian, who hadn't been seen for a while, was sitting somewhat reservedly on the sofa. Behind her stood two little girls who were wrapped up tightly in their clothes.

Yang Mi leaned back on the main sofa, holding a freshly brewed cup of hot tea, casually observing the three people in front of her.

"Sister Mi, these are the promising talents I carefully selected and brought back from my trip to South Korea." Song Qian smiled ingratiatingly.

Yang Mi raised her delicate eyebrows, put down her teacup, and gave a casual instruction:

"Take off your coat first, go to the bathroom and remove your makeup, then come out and let me see you."

Upon hearing the leader's instructions, the two girls exchanged a glance and timidly unbuttoned their trench coats.

As the trench coat slipped down, it revealed the close-fitting cotton training clothes underneath.

Immediately afterwards, the two went to the bathroom to wash off their makeup with makeup remover and returned somewhat awkwardly to the center of the living room.

"Try spinning around, and do a few challenging moves." Yang Mi spoke in a calm and measured tone, like a discerning examiner.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiao and Liu Zhimin dared not delay. After stretching their bodies, they smoothly performed frog pose, front bridge, and back bridge.

As the two moved, their curves, trembling from the intense exercise, were clearly visible to Yang Mi, even through their close-fitting training clothes.

As one of the women who had been with Li Feng the longest, she naturally understood the tyrant's aesthetic preferences:

Chest > Face > Legs > Buttocks.

And these two young girls, setting aside their pure and innocent faces, both have impressive busts that are hard to look away from.

"Alright, let's pack up." Yang Mi raised her hand, her tone softening slightly. "Introduce yourselves."

Upon hearing the order, the two quickly stood side by side.

However, the woman with the more stunning figure spoke fluent Korean as soon as she opened her mouth.

Yang Mi frowned and interrupted, somewhat annoyed:

"They speak Chinese, but we can't understand Korean here."

Seeing this, Song Qian thought to herself that things were going to get bad, and quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, explaining with a forced smile:

"Sister Mi, please don't be offended. This girl's name is Liu Zhimin. She is from South Korea and doesn't speak Chinese yet."

"Koreans?"

Yang Mi's face immediately darkened. She glanced at Song Qian with displeasure and snorted coldly:

"What about the other one?"

Sensing the sudden drop in atmosphere in the living room, Cheng Xiao, somewhat timidly fidgeting with the hem of his clothes, quickly spoke in Chinese:

"Hello, Sister Mi... My name is Cheng Xiao. I'm from Dongda University, and my hometown is Shenzhen."

Upon hearing that this girl with the perfect figure was a genuine domestic product, Yang Mi's expression softened slightly.

She waved her hand and said to the two little girls:

"You two, go to the tea room over there and wait for a while. Your sister Qian and I have something to talk about."

"Okay, Sister Mi." Cheng Xiao obediently replied and pulled the bewildered Liu Zhimin towards the tea room.

As the two figures disappeared around the corner, Yang Mi's smile gradually faded.

She crossed her arms and greeted Song Qian with a somewhat irritated look:

"Song Qian, come with me to the garden."

......

Pushing open the glass door leading to the private garden, a damp, cold breeze blew in, clearing their minds considerably.

Yang Mi turned around and stared at Song Qian with a hint of reproach:

"What's going on? Song Qian, why are you becoming more and more unreliable? Why did you bring back a Korean?"

"Don't you know there's a ban on Korean entertainment in China? Bringing back a South Korean female idol at this time means she won't even get a chance to appear on TV, let alone be shown on screen. Are you just buying her to be a decoration?"

Faced with Yang Mi's questioning, Song Qian leaned forward somewhat aggrievedly, tugged at Yang Mi's sleeve, and whispered in defense:

"Sister Honey, this really isn't my fault. It's just that South Korea really doesn't have any good prospects these days."

"You have no idea about those Dongda girls who practiced in South Korea. Apart from Cheng Xiao, whom I carefully selected, the others... well, their looks are... well, let's just say they're not that great. They'd be worse than Song Tie in a crowd!"

"Moreover, they all diet desperately to look good on camera, resulting in flat chests and butts, looking like tablets."

Upon hearing the name Song Tie, Yang Mi paused for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

Among Haofeng's group of beautiful women, Song Tie was already quite unpopular.

Although he had followed Liu Yifei for many years, because his looks and figure were not top-notch, Li Feng would only think of him once or twice a month at most. In terms of being favored, he was not even as favored as Zhu Xudan under her command.

If those female trainees from Dongdaemun in South Korea aren't even as good-looking as Song Cheol, then picking them wouldn't really be of much use.

"You can just skip the ones who aren't good-looking and pick Cheng Xiao, right?" Yang Mi frowned, still somewhat puzzled. "Why did you have to bring Liu Zhimin along?"

Song Qian smiled mysteriously, leaned close to Yang Mi's ear, and whispered:

"Honey, never mind what nationality she is. Just tell me, isn't that young woman's figure the boss likes?"

Yang Mi pursed her lips, somewhat unwilling, but still had to admit it:

"Her figure is undeniably stunning, a top-tier peach shape. But with the Korean entertainment ban in place, bringing her back would just be a waste of her time, wouldn't it?"

"Honey, you just don't understand the entertainment industry in South Korea," Song Qian said, pursing her lips.

"In South Korea, if a beauty like Liu Zhimin isn't brought back now while she's still young, she'll definitely become a toy for those South Korean chaebols once she debuts in a couple of years."

"What if the ban on Korean entertainment in China is suddenly lifted? Where will we find such clean and promising talents again?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi's mind stirred slightly, clearly somewhat convinced by Song Qian's "long-term investment" theory.

But she still had some difficulties:

"That's true, but now that we've brought her back, we can't fit her into 'Idol Producer.' What are you planning to do with her?"

Seeing that Yang Mi had relented, Song Qian quickly revealed the plan she had already devised:

"Honey, why don't you put that person under your name, Jaywalk Studio?"

"I think your subsidiary could focus entirely on developing and building up its business with South Korean girl groups in the future."

"The boss is organizing 'Idol Producer' this time; it's a boy group selection."

"If this show succeeds, the company will definitely hold a girl group audition later."

"If we wait until then to search the world for people, it will be too late."

"Why don't we keep Liu Zhimin in Jiaxing now, and wait for the winds to change in the future... Sister Mi, then you'll have a huge advantage."

Hearing Song Qian's insightful and wise plan, Yang Mi looked at her with some surprise.

"You're something else, Song Qian."

Yang Mi parted her red lips slightly and poked Song Qian's forehead, half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"It's only been a few days, but your mind is already working quite fast. You've even learned to do strategic planning for Jiaxing for me."

Song Qian smiled somewhat shyly:

"Sister Honey, please stop teasing me."

"I just spent a lot of time in South Korea and saw a lot of things, and that's when I came back and came up with this weird idea."

"As for how to arrange it in the end, it's still up to you, Sister Mi, to make the decision."