I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Xiao Chen found a small stool and sat down, stretching out his long legs casually.

Then, looking directly into Wang Jinhua's eyes, he asked.

How do celebrities come about these days?

Wang Jinhua didn't even think about it.

"Those with formal training or those discovered by talent scouts."

"Then there's our company, which trains its own new employees."

Xiao Chen snapped his fingers.

"right."

"Have you noticed? All celebrities are handpicked."

"It's the high-and-mighty professionals and talent agencies who tell the public who they should like."

"This is a top-down model."

"We are the givers, and the audience is the receiver. If capital feeds us shit, the audience can only swallow it."

Wang Jinhua listened intently, and she vaguely sensed that Xiao Chen was opening a door for her that she had never imagined.

Xiao Chen continued.

"But what I'm going to do is completely turn this model upside down."

"The talent show we're going to hold will have no entry requirements."

"Whether you are a student, a restaurant server, or a farmer working in the fields."

"If you think you can sing and love to sing, you can sign up."

Wang Jinhua's breath hitched slightly.

No entry requirements?

This is absolutely insane!

How many people would have to sign up?

And how do you manage it?

How is the quality guaranteed?

Isn't this just a farce?!

Xiao Chen saw through her doubts and continued speaking with a smile.

"We do not let judges decide whether contestants stay or leave."

Wang Jinhua was truly stunned this time; she thought she had misheard.

"What?"

"Not inviting judges? Then who will decide?"

"Are we laymen supposed to...?"

Before Wang Jinhua could finish speaking, Xiao Chen interrupted her.

"Let the audience decide."

"Let every ordinary person watching television decide who they want to stay on this stage and who must leave."

"Vote via SMS, one cent per message."

"Every vote they cast was worth real money."

"They also paved the way to stardom for their favorite contestants."

"They didn't choose perfectly packaged products; they chose the idols they wanted!"

You can play it like this?

Wang Jinhua blinked, feeling as if her language system was in disarray.

Having been in the entertainment industry for over a decade, she considers herself knowledgeable, experienced, and exceptionally capable.

But today, the blueprint described by a twelve-year-old child has completely overturned all her previous understanding of this industry.

This is no longer a program.

This is a completely new business model that is powerful enough to shake up the very foundation of the entertainment industry!

Everyone participates!

Newsletter poll!

The audience decides the fate of idols!

These words swirled wildly in her mind, each one gleaming with golden light.

She could even imagine thousands of ordinary people voting frantically for a contestant who was just as ordinary as themselves.

What a terrifying power that would be!

Its cultural influence, enough to trigger social phenomena, is simply immeasurable!

She looked at Xiao Chen in front of her.

The handsome young man was looking at her calmly.

Wang Jinhua felt her throat was dry. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly.

"this……"

"This program..."

"What's its name?"

Xiao Chen's lips curled up slightly, forming a bright smile.

"Let's create a dream factory for girls first."

"Let's call it 'Super Girl'."

Wang Jinhua felt like a greenhorn, just starting out.

But more than anything, it was a thrilling, almost trembling excitement.

She looked at Xiao Chen, who had stopped explaining and was quietly picking up the orange juice on the table and sipping it.

Her appearance was so innocent and harmless, like a delicate painting.

But the person who stepped out of this painting just said something that could overturn the entire industry.

Wang Jinhua's heart was still pounding wildly.

Her mind raced with calculations.

Without setting any thresholds, the preliminary selection process will inevitably become chaotic, resulting in extremely high management and screening costs.

Not having judges means relying entirely on audience votes.

The feasibility, fairness, and quality of the final selected contestants are all quite unknown.

But what if?

What if it works!

Isn't what she wants to be revolutionary?

Wang Jinhua tapped her fingers on the table.

This project called "Super Girl" is like a Pandora's box.

Opening it might unleash a farcical spectacle that becomes a laughing stock, or it might unleash a cultural storm that sweeps the nation.

She glanced at Xiao Chen again.

The boy noticed her gaze, looked up, and smiled at her.

Wang Jinhua's heart suddenly settled.

What's there to be afraid of!

What kind of storms hasn't Wang Jinhua seen in the entertainment circle?

Even if this deal falls through in the end, how much money can we lose?

The cost of a variety show is less than a fraction of the cost of a big-budget movie.

Use this money to gamble on an opportunity that will change your future.

Worth it!

Wang Jinhua slammed her hand on the table, her eyes regaining their sharp glint.

"good!"

"We'll do as you say!"

"I'll immediately assemble a team and secure investment!"

She was decisive and efficient, as if she had instantly become ten years younger, full of energy.

Xiao Chen simply smiled and nodded.

"Aunt Hua, I believe you."

Xiao Chen's simple statement, "I believe in you," made Wang Jinhua feel more at ease than any business plan.

……

The filming period for "Home with Kids" was not long, and the day of wrapping up filming came quickly.

A somber atmosphere of parting permeated the film crew.

When the last scene was filmed and the director yelled "Cut!", Song Dandan's eyes welled up with tears.

She hugged the three children in the play tightly, laughing and wiping away tears at the same time.

"Oh dear, why do I feel so empty inside?"

Gao Yalin was also filled with emotion, and patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder.

"Xiao Chen, keep in touch often, and come to my house for dinner when you have time."

Yang Zi surrounded Xiao Chen, chattering incessantly, her face full of reluctance.

The most devastated member of the entire crew was the youngest member, You Haoran.

From the moment the director yelled "cut," the chubby boy pouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she burst into tears and rushed over like a little cannonball, clinging tightly to Xiao Chen's leg.

"Waaaaah... Liu Xing, I don't want you to leave!"

"What will I do if I never see you again...?"

He cried so hard he could barely breathe, his face covered in snot and tears, which all smeared onto Xiao Chen's clean pants.

The crew members couldn't help but laugh when they saw this scene.

This little guy is really into his role.

Xiao Chen looked down at the pendant on his leg, feeling a little helpless yet amused.

He reached out and ruffled You Haoran's chubby head; it felt quite nice.

"What are you crying for, you big man?"

"It's not like we'll never see each other again."

Come visit me sometime.

Xiao Chen blinked at him.

"I'll take you to eat something delicious, a hundred times better than the boxed lunches served on set."

"Pinky promise!"