Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Su Yuyan leaned back in the swivel chair and rested for five minutes, but the soreness in her legs had not yet subsided.

She stood up, pulled the skirt that was bunched up around her waist, and straightened her neckline.

As I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, there were still a few blurry handprints on the glass.

She took a tissue and carefully wiped it off.

Back at my desk, I opened a drawer, took out my lipstick, and touched up my makeup in front of the mirror.

Then, she picked up the contract that Jiang Fan had crossed out the numbers with a black pen.

One million.

In the entertainment industry, this number isn't even enough to cover the salary of a second-tier actor.

Jiang Fan is trying to make himself the villain.

Su Yuyan stared at the number for a few seconds, then reprinted the contract and signed it.

She pressed the internal call button on the desktop and summoned her assistant.

"Have the legal department send this contract to Tianyu."

Tell them this is the final offer, and there is no room for negotiation.

……

Tianyu Media office building.

Chen Lan slammed the printed contract onto the coffee table, the paper making a "thud" sound.

"One million!"

"Qingya, with your current net worth, Su Yuyan is using her position as an investor to disgust you!"

Chen Lan paced back and forth a couple of times, her high heels clicking on the floor.

"Su Yuyan is trying to force you to refuse to act."

"She's afraid you'll steal her thunder in the show."

"We don't need this film. I have three other big-budget scripts in hand, and the salary for any one of them starts at ten million."

Xu Qingya sat on the sofa, closed the script in her hand, and placed it beside her.

Pick up the pen on the table and sign your name on the last page of the contract.

Chen Lan watched her sign the document, opened her mouth slightly, but remained silent for a long time.

"You really signed it?" Chen Lan asked, pointing to the contract.

"Sign it." Xu Qingya pushed the contract over.

"She tried to use this to force me to quit the production, but I refused to do as she wished."

"Sister Chen, send the contract back."

"Also, please help me contact a posture teacher; I want to learn classical etiquette."

Chen Lan sighed, took the contract, and walked out.

Xu Qingya has read the script Jiang Fan gave her.

The scenes featuring the Queen of the Women's Kingdom were adapted very well.

She has to act in this play.

……

A week later.

The film crew of "Goodbye Mr. Loser" at a film studio in the suburbs of Shanghai.

"Click! Pass!"

Ning Yuan held the walkie-talkie and shouted out the final instruction.

The set was silent for two seconds.

Shen Feng led the charge with a loud shout: "Filming's wrapped!"

The entire crew started making a ruckus.

The staff members hugged each other.

Lunzi and Azheng ran over, lifted Shen Feng up, and tossed him into the air.

Shen Feng flailed his arms in mid-air, tearing a slit in his suit pants.

Ma Yue wiped her face while standing to the side, and was then pulled over by the makeup artist for a photo.

Jiang Fan stood behind the monitor, watching the group of people make a scene.

Ning Yuan walked over and offered Jiang Fan a cigarette.

"These stage actors are a real gem."

Ning Yuan lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"You grasped it instantly, no need for any special training. You've really struck gold."

Jiang Fan took the cigarette but didn't light it, holding it between his fingers.

"How long will post-production editing take?"

"About a month." Ning Yuan exhaled a puff of smoke, then turned to look at Jiang Fan. "Are you really planning to squeeze into the Spring Festival release window?"

"Yes." Jiang Fan tucked the cigarette behind his ear.

"The Spring Festival film season is a battle of titans."

"Universal Entertainment's 'Apollo' and Star Overseas's 'All the Way to Happiness' are both going to be released during the Spring Festival. Their marketing and distribution costs alone are higher than our total investment."

"Our film doesn't even have a single big-name star, do you think we can get any screenings?"

"Just focus on editing the film," Jiang Fan said, looking at him. "Don't you have confidence in the film you're directing?"

Ning Yuan glared at him: "If this movie flops, I, Ning Yuan, will never work in this industry again."

……

7 PM.

Jiang Fan booked the largest restaurant outside the film studio.

The film crew had over a hundred people, and they ate at more than a dozen tables.

The hall was noisy, with glasses clinking loudly.

Jiang Fan sat at the main table, with Ning Yuan on his left and Shen Feng on his right.

Ma Yue sat next to Shen Feng and had already downed three glasses of baijiu.

Shen Feng stood up, holding his cup.

"General Manager Jiang, Director Ning."

He rubbed his hands together and paused for two seconds.

"This glass of wine is for you all."

"Without you guys, we'd still be starving in that shabby theater, and we wouldn't even be able to pay our brothers' wages."

His eyes were red and his hands were trembling slightly.

He tilted his head back and gulped down half a glass of baijiu.

Jiang Fan picked up his cup and clinked it against his.

"Perform well. This is just the beginning."

Ma Yue also came over with her cup, her loud voice dominating half the hall.

"President Jiang! I won't say anything more, it's all in the wine!"

He tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp.

Lunzi called from behind, "Sister Yue, take it easy, or you'll vomit on my shoes again."

Ma Yue turned around and glared at him: "Get lost."

After several rounds of drinks, everyone at the main table was tipsy.

Lu Wanqing walked over from the next table with a glass of red wine in her hand.

She wore a white dress today, which accentuated her curves.

The skirt hem is above the knee, revealing the calves when walking.

"President Jiang, let me toast you."

Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

Jiang Fan glanced at her.

Ning Yuan said that Lu Wanqing had made great progress, and her later scenes were basically completed in one or two takes, so Ning Yuan stopped scolding her.

"You earned this role yourself." Jiang Fan clinked glasses with his.

Lu Wanqing took a small sip, her cheeks flushing.

She didn't leave immediately; she stood next to Jiang Fan for two seconds.

"President Jiang, there are still many things I don't understand."

"May I ask you for advice in the future?"

She lowered her head slightly, revealing a patch of white skin at her neckline.

Jiang Fan put down his wine glass and brought up the system panel in his mind.

[Target: Lu Wanqing]

[Appearance: 8.8/10]

[Compatibility: A]

He has enough women around him now.

Xu Qingya, Su Yuyan, Tang Yingxue, Shen Nian, Song Siyi.

Just maintaining the existing relationship is already a struggle for time.

If there were one more, he would have to split himself in two to use it.

Instead of spending time developing an A-level target, it's better to focus your energy on the SS and SSS-level targets you already have.

"I've been quite busy lately, so I might not have time," Jiang Fan replied.

Lu Wanqing pinched the rim of her wine glass for a moment, nodded, and turned back to her seat.

Ning Yuan poked at the peanuts in the plate with his chopsticks, lowering his voice.

"You're really clueless about romance. The way this girl's looking at you is practically drooling."

"If you just nod your head, she can be in your room tonight."

Jiang Fan picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl.

"Eat your food."

Ning Yuan shrugged, said nothing more, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

The wrap party lasted until 11 p.m.

Jiang Fan asked Li Cheng to arrange a car for the drunk people, and then walked out of the restaurant.

A night breeze blew by, carrying away a bit of the smell of alcohol.

Just then, Jiang Fan's phone rang.

It was a WeChat message from Xu Qingya.

"I've been taking posture classes for three days now, and my back is about to break."

"When are you coming to see me? I'll practice and show you."

A photo is attached below.

In the photo, Hsu Ching-ya is wearing a black, tight-fitting leotard, with one leg draped over the barre and her upper body leaning down.

The fabric of the workout clothes clung tightly to the skin, outlining the full lines of the back and hips.

Jiang Fan looked at the photo on the screen.

"Wait for me, I'll be there in an hour."

After sending the message, Jiang Fan hailed a taxi and headed straight for the villa where Xu Qingya lived.