A female protagonist who suffers abuse in a novel? I'm flipping the table and going crazy on th

Wen Qi's lips twitched when she saw the dense text messages.

I sent a video call.

The video call was answered instantly, and the camera showed Li Min's excessively excited face.

"My dear young lady, she's practically flying! And our Xinghai Entertainment's first S+ level ancient style production is about to officially premiere."

Although the female lead's scenes were blurred out—an unprecedented move to completely eliminate them—the show's popularity surpasses any previous drama, guaranteeing a massive hit from its premiere. It's undoubtedly the top drama of the year!

"With this wave of traffic dividends, Xinghai will definitely be able to break through the encirclement of a group of established entertainment companies and gain a foothold."

Wen Qi sighed, "Where is my usually steady sister?"

"My sister, calm down, calm down."

"I can't stay calm! I've been in this industry for so many years and I've never seen anything like this. The dramas waiting to be broadcast are all hot, the scripts are all hot, and the dozen or so actors we signed haven't even debuted yet, but they're already hot. Our company is skyrocketing!" Li Min was extremely excited.

The dozen or so artists who were just signed were originally recruited to play supporting roles.

Unexpectedly, they all became popular.

Everyone's profile generates buzz, and their future career path is predictable. Without moral issues, their path will definitely be smooth.

Wen Qi: "Choose high-quality collaborations, and only select high-end endorsements from companies like Gaobubei. The goal is to steadily increase our profits."

Li Min: "I know that some invitations have been declined, and suitable ones have been postponed."

Wen Qi nodded, thinking of the group of male trainees in the company: "In the past, Lu Jisheng signed several trainees. If you don't meet his standards, just terminate your contract. The company needs talent, not pretty boys."

Sister Li: "Those few who refused to leave have improved to some extent now. They've all been practicing diligently. And Song Zao, ever since Xinghai became the young lady of the house, she's been very low-key when she comes to the company lately."

Song jujube?

The agent who used to manage Wen Wen.

Wen Qi: "She hasn't resigned yet?"

"No, she's the one who mentored those trainees."

Wen Qi thought for a moment: "After I finish attending the auction, I'll go to the company to take a look."

"OK."

Hang up the video call.

Wen Qi did some quick calculations.

Her fate currently favors both the right time and the right place, but she is not in harmony with others for the time being.

But it doesn't matter, strictness breeds godfathers.

Taking off by leveraging the influence of others—building a career, connections, popularity, and wealth—isn't that difficult.

She didn't go through all this trouble just to vent her anger.

Building a career and making money are the most important things in life.

Ultimately, living is about making a living.

To be carefree and live a refined life, to do whatever you want, you need money to support all of these.

Wen Qi recalled her past days, which were incredibly difficult.

Those who draw talismans to divine matters will go hungry for three days and nine meals a day.

It's different now.

As long as you grasp the pulse of fortune and seize the core essence, wealth will naturally flow in.

The second floor.

The bodyguards carried Lu Jisheng up to the second floor.

"Take me to Wen Qi's room."

"I need to inform the young mistress first and obtain the eldest young lady's consent before I can take you there."

The bodyguards dared not carry the person away without authorization.

Lu Jisheng was placed at the bottom of the stairs and waited patiently.

The bodyguard knocked on Wen Qi's door.

"Madam, Mr. Lu wants us to carry him over."

A languid voice came from inside the room: "Bring him over."

The bodyguard responded and turned to leave.

Shortly after, bodyguards carried Lu Jisheng in.

Wen Qi sat on the sofa and glanced at it lazily.

The bodyguards pushed him out.

Lu Jisheng cut to the chase: "Ten million. I need to know everything about that illegitimate child abroad."

Wen Qi laughed: "Finally, you've remembered to do something worthwhile, but money alone isn't enough to get information from me."