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Milan, Malpensa International Airport, tarmac.

A pristine white Gulfstream G550 business jet is quietly parked on the side of the runway, its two engines idling silently under the wings, awaiting takeoff scheduling instructions from the air traffic control tower.

Having just finished a fierce battle, Fang Qing's expression had already regained the elegance and composure characteristic of a seasoned Wall Street veteran.

Seeing that the two beautiful female bosses in front of him were still somewhat immersed in the shock, he took the initiative to speak up and answer their questions:

"Bosses, this 3.5% equity stake we're acquiring today is just the first ticket to entry for Tangshi Film & Television."

Fang Qing meticulously outlined the business empire she had tailored for Tang Poetry Films:

"In Prada's current board of directors, a 3.5% share is enough to give us the right to audit the accounts and attend board meetings, but our voice is quite limited."

"However..." A sharp glint, unique to hunters, flashed in Fang Qing's eyes behind her glasses:

"If we continue to gradually increase our holdings in the secondary market over the next few years, pushing our shareholding ratio to around 10%—"

"At that point, we'll have enough leverage to demand the exclusive distribution rights for the entire Greater China region and Asia from the Prada board!"

"Exclusive distribution?" Tang Yan asked curiously.

"Yes, cost reduction and efficiency improvement is also the most profitable approach." Fang Qing smiled slightly, tearing away the fig leaf of European luxury goods' so-called century-old craftsmanship:

Zhong Chuxi spoke rapidly, as if seeking credit:

"President Han specifically instructed that Tangshi Film and Television, as an insider, has reserved two direct debut spots for you and Sister Shishi!"

"Do you have any favorite newcomers you'd like to recommend?"

In the end, Zhong Chuxi couldn't hide her little thoughts any longer, and her tone carried a hint of subtle probing:

"Sister Tang... I don't have any acting projects lately, what do you think...?"

……

Listening to Zhong Chuxi's scheming on the other end of the phone, the warmth in Tang Yan's eyes faded.

Tang Poetry Film and Television is indeed in a somewhat awkward situation right now.

Ever since Nazha joined forces with Yang Mi and Li Xin and started their own group, their little group has been almost completely plundered.

Currently, the only people under her and Liu Shishi who have achieved any real influence are three in total:

Zhong Chuxi, Meng Ziyi, and Zhou Ye.

Although Zhong Chuxi usually runs the race the most, he can be considered a leader in the race.

However, compared to Zhao Liying under Liu Yifei's management and Dilraba Gulnazar under Yang Mi's management, they are far inferior in terms of status and fame.

Moreover, the three of them are in similar situations, and Li Feng only thinks of them once or twice a month.

Old Han reserved two spots, and Tang Shi only has three Xiao Hua under his name.

Zhong Chuxi's eagerness to call Europe was simply because she wanted to strike first and secure a spot in advance.

but!

What Tang Yan hates most is when her subordinates openly display their ambition.

"Alright, I understand."

Tang Yan replied calmly, not responding to her words: "Shi Shi and I are still on the plane, let's talk about it when we get back."

"beep……"

After hanging up the phone, Tang Yan's lips curled into a slight sneer.

Fang Qing was no ordinary person; upon seeing Boss Tang's expression, she knew that he had some private matters to discuss.

She tactfully got up and took her leave.

"Gentlemen, I'm going back to the rest cabin to work out the Prada supplementary terms. You two can continue your conversation."

After speaking, Fang Qing nodded slightly, turned around and walked into another compartment of G550, closing the partition door behind her.

……

The cabin door closed, leaving only the two best friends behind.

Tang Yan rubbed her temples and briefly recounted to Liu Shishi what Zhong Chuxi had just told her.

After listening, Liu Shishi seemed somewhat unconcerned and offered words of comfort:

"Tangtang, this is pretty normal, isn't it?"

"These days, who in this industry doesn't want to climb the ladder?"

"Given such a great opportunity, it's not wrong for Chu Xi to want to fight for it, is it?"

That's one way of putting it.

Tang Yan leaned back in her chair, shook her head, and spoke with a hint of displeasure:

"But I just don't like how she makes her ambition so obvious."

"After just acting in 'Medical Examiner Qin Ming,' he's already thinking about making a big splash in a girl group audition."

"This way of eating is so unsightly."

Liu Shishi casually peeled a nut and handed it to her, asking with a smile, "So you mean... you don't want her to go?"

"Then let Meng Ziyi and Zhou Ye go?"

"Zhou can go too, but Meng Ziyi... never mind," Tang Yan said decisively.

Why?

Liu Shishi was a little puzzled: "Ziyi is quite beautiful and tall. With a little practice, wouldn't she be quite good at singing and dancing?"

Tang Yan looked at her laid-back best friend, sighed, and explained:

"Shishi, you didn't watch that 'Idol Producer' show closely the other day, did you?"

"That's a purely youthful fandom ecosystem!"

Tang Yan counted her age on her fingers:

"For idols, age is the biggest disadvantage!"

"Zhou Ye is nineteen years old this year. Her smile in front of the camera still has a touch of youthful awkwardness, which is just right among that group of young girls!"

"But what about Meng Ziyi?! She's already twenty-two this year!"

"How can you send a 22-year-old seasoned veteran to jump around on stage with a bunch of 17- or 18-year-old girls, shouting 'Please take good care of us, national producers'?"

Tang Yan pouted, "Not only does it look awkward, but it also makes me look like I'm trying to act young!"

……

Hearing Tang Yan utter the phrase "a 22-year-old seasoned pro"...

Liu Shishi, who had just been watching the show with amusement, froze in her tracks.

A barely perceptible hint of loneliness flickered across that usually serene and elegant face.

Twenty-two years old...

In Tang Yan's eyes, she's already an old maid who can't be an idol anymore.

Liu Shishi subconsciously raised her hand to touch the corner of her eye, her eyes somewhat unfocused, and let out a soft sigh:

"Tangtang... is twenty-two already considered old?"

"And what about us... thirty-year-old women..."

"And what does that mean in the eyes of those young people?"

Seeing her best friend's melancholic and sentimental expression, Tang Yan chuckled and gently pushed her away.

"Hey! What are you thinking?!"

"Idols are idols, just fast-moving consumer goods; their careers only last a year or two!"

"But we're actresses! We're top-tier actresses with established works and a solid foundation!"

Tang Yan comforted her:

"Look at Aunt Xiaoqing."

"She's over sixty years old and still playing a sixteen-year-old girl in front of the camera with her hair in a ponytail, being called 'little girl' by the male lead over and over again!"

"As long as we take good care of ourselves, we can act until we're eighty!"

Tang Yan's vivid teasing made Liu Shishi break down in laughter, covering her mouth and doubled over with mirth.

"Pah! Stop it already!"

"I could never play that kind of role. If I really turned sixty, I'd just stick to playing grandmothers!"