My capital is quite large.

Seoul, Incheon International Airport.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the waiting hall, the tarmac outside was shrouded in a grayish haze from the gusts of cold wind.

Three young girls wearing baseball caps and masks were sitting on a bench near the boarding gate.

Wu Xuanyi, Meng Meiqi, and Zhou Jieqiong, who were sitting a little further away.

For this hastily assembled trio, this flight to Nanjing was nothing short of a do-or-die battle, a fight to the death, where they staked their youth.

Among the three, Wu Meng and the other two clearly had much more complicated thoughts than Zhou Jieqiong.

The reason is nothing more than jealousy.

We were all teammates who struggled together in that lousy girl group, WJSN.

During those dark and dreary trainee days in Seoul, who hasn't eaten kimbap in a cramped and damp underground practice room?

Who hasn't trained until they're soaked in sweat in winter, and then been too reluctant to turn on the heating?

But now?

It's like God is blind!

Cheng Xiao, who usually couldn't even speak properly in the team, rose to the top in an absurd way after being lured back to Jinling by Song Qian with a contract!

Not only did she drive a Porsche 911 worth over two million yuan, but she also became the female lead in the big-budget production "Goodbye My Princess," which was wholly owned and controlled by Haofeng's parent company. Furthermore, she became incredibly popular in the Chinese entertainment industry thanks to her status as a dance mentor on "Idol Producer."

Watching my former roommates garner millions of likes on Weibo every day, and then looking down at my own bill in Korean won after all the deductions, leaving me barely able to afford a decent set of cosmetics...

If you don't harbor any resentment, then you're definitely lying to fool the devil!

If Cheng Xiao can do it, why can't they?!

They all came from the same group, and in terms of facial features, Wu Xuanyi believed that she was no worse than Cheng Xiao.

In terms of stage presence and dance skills, Meng Meiqi is far superior to Cheng Xiao!

Go home! We must go home!

With hot money flowing everywhere in the country and various capital groups frantically scrambling for female idols, what Dongda student with a clear head would still be willing to stay in this tiny Seoul and continue to be cheap labor?!

Compared to the burning hunger and resentment that Wu and Meng were experiencing, Zhou Jieqiong, sitting next to them, seemed much calmer.

After all, as a "senior" who fought her way through "Produce 101" and debuted twice with IOI and Pristin, Zhou Jieqiong's fame in South Korea and China was already far superior to theirs.

The reason she was willing to risk returning to China to compete was simply to gain more exposure.

The turnover rate in South Korea's K-pop industry is too brutal. New talents emerge one after another like leeks, and if you don't make any significant moves within six months, you will soon be submerged in the tide.

As for whether Haofeng Films' upcoming production, "Fear Girl," is a good fit for her.

Zhou Jieqiong didn't care at all.

She has been a lead dancer, a face of the group, and can play the pipa beautifully, but she has never uttered a single word of rap.

But what does it matter?

As long as you're on camera and can become famous, who cares whether you're reciting scriptures or lyrics on stage?

……

Perhaps it was to avoid being outdone by a senior who had debuted twice, or perhaps it was simply to use the name of a former teammate to save face.

Wu Xuanyi took out his phone, deliberately turned up the volume a little, and dialed Cheng Xiao's WeChat video call in front of Zhou Jieqiong.

The call was answered after only three rings.

In the picture, Cheng Xiao is sitting in a van, dressed in an ethereal ancient costume, with several designer accessories pinned to her collar.

Outside the car window, you could vaguely see several dedicated assistants bustling around, handing her fans and bringing her ice water.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xuanyi and Meng Meiqi's eyes were filled with envy that almost overflowed from their eyes!

"Xiaoxiao! Busy person! Which big production crew are you filming a new movie on now?!" Wu Xuanyi leaned closer to the screen first, smiling warmly and familiarly.

On the other side of the screen, Cheng Xiao was munching on fruit, looking rather bored. Upon seeing her former teammate, a genuine smile spread across her sweet face.

"Xuanyi! Meiqi! What new drama is there? It's still that period drama that Director Han arranged, at the Xiapi Film and Television City. It's so hot I'm dying."

To be fair, Cheng Xiao's daily life in Jinling was actually far less glamorous and carefree than outsiders imagined.

She was too young and had little experience in the company; she didn't even have a single peer with whom she could confide.

Looking up, you see the legendary poets of the Tang Dynasty fighting; looking down, you see all sorts of powerful and influential young masters.

When she suddenly received calls from two old friends, her urge to confide in them was naturally aroused, and she started talking non-stop.

"Xiaoxiao, I have good news for you!"

Meng Meiqi leaned over, her voice brimming with excitement: "Xuanyi and I have already packed our bags and are at Incheon Airport! Our flight is in a little while, and we're heading straight back to China!"

"Really?!" Cheng Xiao's eyes lit up, clearly delighted.

But Wu Xuanyi quickly sighed with some distress and steered the conversation to the main topic:

"But Xiaoxiao... we just saw an announcement online, it seems that the first stage of the audition registration for Haofeng's 'Fear Girl' closed yesterday afternoon."

"We were a bit rushed when we returned to China this time, and we missed filling out the system... You have some influence at the company, could you... help your sister out with this?"

Wu Xuanyi looked at the screen with some trepidation.

However, to their surprise, Cheng Xiao didn't even flinch when faced with this difficult task that was almost equivalent to using connections in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Oh, I thought it was something serious."

"Leave the registration to me!"

"After I hang up the phone, I'll go and talk to Director Huang in the film and television department and ask her to add your two names to the system backend. It's no big deal."

In Cheng Xiao's eyes now, this trivial matter of squeezing two people into the audition is not even considered a favor.

After finishing their business, Cheng Xiao let her assistant touch up her makeup while casually complaining about the trivialities of the past few days in the video call, as if they were having a casual chat:

"...The day before yesterday, Sister Qian specially sent me a box of bird's nest, and she kept telling me to take good care of myself since it's hot and I'm filming."

"And Dilraba and Gulnazar brought me a lot of dried fruit when they visited the set yesterday."

Even Yang Mi praised my recent improvement in my figure when I'm in period dramas...

Each seemingly casual remark sounded like a thunderclap to Wu Xuanyi and Meng Meiqi on the other end of the phone!

Honey!

Sister Qian!

Sister Nazha!

Dilraba!

These top celebrities, who are unattainable in their eyes and dominate the trending topics on the internet every day, are as familiar to Cheng Xiao as the older sister next door?!

……

After a warm exchange of pleasantries, the video call ended.

Wu Xuanyi put away his phone, his humility vanished, and he turned to look at Zhou Jieqiong, who was not far away.

With a hint of arrogance on her face, she slapped her forehead in a mocking manner and said in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"Oh dear! Jieqiong, look at my memory!"

"I was so busy chatting with Xiaoxiao that I forgot to tell her I added your name to the system too!"

"I'm so sorry, Jieqiong. I'll send Xiaoxiao a separate text message after I board the plane..."

Wu Xuanyi apologized verbally, but his tone clearly betrayed a smug smugness.

So what if you debuted twice?

Even after you go back to China, you still need our connections to get a ticket to the event, right?!

however.

Zhou Jieqiong ignored this clumsy sarcasm.

"No need, Xuanyi."

"I already took care of the registration."

"Wanda's young General Manager Wang... can still say a few words to Boss Li."

After saying that, Zhou Jieqiong picked up the latest Dior Lady Dior bag and walked straight toward the VIP passage leading to the first-class private waiting room.

……

On the bench.

Wu Xuanyi and Meng Meiqi clutched the two economy class tickets in their hands, their smug expressions completely shattered!

"Pah! What's with the attitude?"

Meng Meiqi gritted her teeth and spat viciously:

"So what if she slept with that rich second-generation Wang! She's acting like she's actually a wealthy socialite!"

"that is!"

Wu Xuanyi also looked disdainful and sneered sourly:

"What makes you think you have any influence with Boss Li?"

"If he were really that influential, would Xiao Wang's crappy Panda TV be unable to even broadcast a single match?!"

Although they cursed each other harshly, the two women felt a pang of sorrow in their hearts.

Even if Wang Sichong is a spoiled brat...

But he's rich!

Moreover, everyone in this circle knows that although Xiao Wang changes women quickly, he is known for being very generous to his own women!

Luxury cars, expensive watches, first-class tickets, and all kinds of bags!

These tangible material luxuries are still an unattainable dream for these two low-level trainees who can't even afford to order airplane food!

"if……"

Meng Meiqi stared at the tightly closed frosted glass door of the VIP passage, her eyes gradually becoming somewhat unfocused, and she murmured to herself:

"If... just by hooking up with Xiao Wang, one can live such a comfortable life..."

"What if I could get into Boss Li's bed?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xuanyi's body trembled!

Boss Li...

That behemoth from the Yangtze River Delta region, whose every stomp could shake the entire science and entertainment industry of Southeast University!

If... I could catch that person's eye...

The two women's gazes met unintentionally in mid-air.

Looking at the identical silly smile on the other person's face.

This moment.

All pretense and pretense vanished...