Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

Su Wei stared at the few lines of dialogue on the page and memorized them in a few dozen seconds.

He closed his eyes first, and when he opened them again, his aura had completely changed.

Gone is the imposing aura he exuded in the previous scene; he turned slightly to the side, his gaze fixed on the empty space diagonally below.

It was as if he were looking at Zixuan lying on the ground, or as if his gaze was penetrating through her figure.

The fingertips lifted by an extremely light half inch, the movement so slow as to be almost imperceptible, as if spiritual energy was being secretly gathered to support the person.

Only a very faint curve appeared along his jawline, revealing a hint of barely suppressed emotion.

He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, devoid of its previous coldness.

The dialogue is short and doesn't contain any strong language.

But every word he uttered, though seemingly calm, still conveyed a great deal of meaning.

As he finished speaking the last sentence, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He immediately withdrew his hand and stood up straight, the tenderness in his eyes vanishing instantly.

The entire scene lacked dramatic action sequences and deliberate emotional manipulation, relying entirely on the actors' eyes and subtle physical details to convey its essence.

At the other end of the long table, Li Guoli unconsciously stopped wiping his glasses, held up the glasses cloth and stared fixedly at the scene, not looking away for a long time;

Cai Yinong leaned forward slightly, the pen she had been twirling between her fingers had long since stopped;

Hugo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Su Wei then looked up at the director, calmly awaiting his comments.

The meeting room was silent for several seconds, with only the hum of the air conditioner vents standing out clearly in the silence.

Li Guoli slowly wiped his glasses, put them back on his nose, and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table twice.

"You're still too inexperienced when it comes to acting."

He spoke, and although his voice was flat, it put a lot of pressure on Su Wei.

"The complexity of Paris polyphylla is such that you've only touched the outermost layer."

"When you were acting with Jing Tian just now, Hu Ge threw out some impromptu lines, and you responded very awkwardly. Your improvisational experience is far from sufficient."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Su Wei, before continuing:

"It's even more obvious in Zixuan's scene. You acted restraint, but what was hidden beneath that restraint didn't come out."

Chonglou is a supreme being who has lived for thousands of years.

His inherent loneliness, his sympathy for Fei Peng and Zi Xuan, and the softness he himself refused to acknowledge—all of these were too superficial.

Su Wei's fingers, hanging by her side, curled slightly, but she didn't say anything in defense.

Li Guoli paused for a few seconds before leaning back in his chair, his tone becoming more amiable:

"However, to be able to portray the Demon Lord like this in just five minutes of preparation is quite impressive."

"It wasn't in vain that President Cai went to great lengths to secure this opportunity for you."

He turned his head to look at Cai Yinong and gave her a wink.

Upon seeing this, Cai Yinong smiled slightly and nodded gently.

Li Guoli pushed his chair back, stood up, and began tidying up the documents on the table.

"Okay, then you can have another private talk with Mr. Cai."

We had some things to take care of with the film crew, so we left first.

I will have someone contact you to let you know the results later.

Lin Yufen also got up and tucked the rolled-up script under her arm.

She glanced at Su Wei as she passed by, but didn't say anything, and followed Li Guoli out the door.

Hugo was the last to leave.

As he passed Su Wei, he slowed down and gave her a thumbs-up with his fist.

Su Wei smiled at Hu Ge's actions.

The door was then gently closed, leaving only the two people in the conference room.

The curtains swayed slightly in the wind.

Cai Yinong didn't rush to speak. She slowly and methodically gathered and aligned the documents in front of her and put them aside.

He then looked up and gestured to the chair opposite him: "Sit down."

Su Wei sat down, the chair still warm from the previous moment.

He understood.

Li Guoli's words just now made it very clear.

This person is capable, but whether to use him or how to use him is ultimately up to Cai Yinong.

Therefore, whether or not we can get the role of Chonglou depends entirely on the upcoming negotiations.

Cai Yinong pulled a contract out of the document bag.

The words "Tangren Film & Television" on the cover were bold and eye-catching. She pressed them with her palm and gently pushed them in front of Su Wei.

"I know that you participated in 'Super Boy' last year and achieved a good result of fifth place nationwide, so you obviously have a very good foundation."

She said calmly, "And whether it's appearance, voice, or camera presence, you are second to none."

Some people practice these things their whole lives and still only achieve a passable level, but you're born with them.

She leaned forward slightly, her tone full of sincerity:

"If you sign with Tangren, we will provide you with the most professional team, including publicity, styling, film and television, business, etc., with dedicated personnel to follow up on the entire chain."

You're a freshman now, the best age for you. If you wait until graduation to start, you'll miss many opportunities.

You should know how many self-produced dramas Tangren produces in a year.

Outsiders are scrambling to get a supporting role, but family members can land the lead role right away. The difference is huge, you know that too.

She leaned back in her chair, looked at Su Wei, and her voice deepened:

"If you sign with us, I'm confident I can make you the next Hugo."

Su Wei's gaze fell on the contract cover, her fingertips constantly tracing the edge of the paper.

The next Hugo?

Oh!!!

He remained completely unmoved.

That explosive popularity was the result of perfect timing, location, and people coming together; it can't be replicated.

The first Chinese Paladin game was born at the right time; it had the right timing, production team, and actors. Without any one of these, it wouldn't have been a success.

Not to mention that Tangren's model of nurturing talent through self-produced dramas is indeed thriving right now.

But after a few years when the benefits are exhausted, things will only go downhill.

However, he was genuinely attracted to the character of Chonglou.

Although his role wasn't the most prominent, it was still quite memorable.

If we miss this opportunity, we may never have another chance like it.

So he reached out and picked up the contract, his fingertips flipping over the densely packed standard clauses at the front, and went straight to the core clauses page.

"President Cai."

He looked up, his eyes open and honest.

"I have a few questions."

"you say."

"First, what is the contract period?"

Cai Yinong paused for a moment: "Our company's contracts for new employees are usually for ten years."

Su Wei didn't answer, but continued, "Secondly, during the contract period, how many films and TV series does the company guarantee me each year? Will it be a lead role or a supporting role?"

Two questions directly address the most important aspects of this negotiation.

Cai Yinong glanced at him, seemingly a little surprised that he was so straightforward.

Before she could answer, Su Wei spoke up again, posing her third question.

Third, what are the company's plans for my future development?

Besides being an actor, will I be able to develop in other areas in the future?

After asking the question, he stared directly at Cai Yinong.

Cai Yinong looked at him, her eyes subtly shifting.

She tapped the contract cover lightly with her fingertips, once, then again.

The meeting room fell silent again.