Gu Cheng leaned back into the sofa chair, looking disinterested as he asked, "What does he look like?"
Jinxian roughly described the person.
Gu Cheng pondered for a moment, "It must be Guan Donghui, the CEO of Donghui Entertainment. Donghui Entertainment is an agency under Jiangbei Television Station, having cultivated many talents for them. It’s truly the star-making factory of the entertainment industry. To think you’ve slept with Guan Donghui—he’s far more capable than that what’s-his-name, President Li."
"What’s the use of being impressive if he just dines and dashes? The man’s truly despicable," Jinxian cursed.
Gu Cheng’s eyes swiveled, "This President Guan has a peculiar habit, which isn’t a secret in the industry. He has a thing for virgins; although he likes to play with women, they must be virgins. If they’re not, no matter how much of a Heavenly Immortal beauty they are, he won’t touch them. If he dined and dashed on you, there’s only one reason for it."
He glanced at Jinxian with a meaningful look, the implication was clear.
Jinxian’s face turned crimson instantly, "What do you mean? I’m not that kind of promiscuous person."
Gu Cheng chuckled, "Whether you are or not, you know best. If you want to establish yourself in this circle, don’t be naive. Purity is just a show for the fans and audience. If you want to climb higher, you have to learn from those women who sell themselves yet feign purity, like using chicken feathers as command arrows—it’s disgusting. Especially someone like you, who seems pure on the outside but is wild on the inside, you’re the type that CEOs like the most. Well, I’ve said my piece, and you should give it a good thought. The live broadcast is about to start. I wish you success and victory. If you win the championship, the company will pour all its resources into you, pushing you to become a popular singer within a year..." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel•fire.net
Jinxian gave Gu Cheng a smug smile, "Don’t worry, the championship is mine and no one else’s."
Gu Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Then let me congratulate you in advance."
After Gu Cheng left, Jinxian thought to herself for a moment. Indeed, who in the entertainment industry is clean? Despite their glamorous exteriors, who knows how sordid they are on the inside. Take Kang Jinse, for example; God knows how many people she’s slept with.
She closed her eyes to compose herself, taking a deep breath to calm down.
After leaving the room, Gu Cheng looked in the direction of the door, sneering.
This Jinxian, at first glance, genuinely appeared to be an innocent girl, and he secretly thought she wasn’t cut out for the entertainment industry. But now, it seems she’s quite the opposite; not the submissive kind, indeed very suitable for the entertainment world.
Thinking of something, a smile deepened on his lips, and he walked to a corner to make a phone call.
"Ye Zi, I’ve done as you said. Can we meet...."
"Director, we still haven’t contacted Yue Yi’an, but according to our investigation, this kid should have emigrated with his parents a long time ago and probably isn’t in the country now," said Yuan Pan.
Yuan Pan sighed, "There’s nothing we can do, and it’s too late to change plans now. If we could get in touch by phone, it would’ve been good, but unfortunately...."
The original plan had been well-thought-out, but Yue Yi’an turned out to be the exception. Without him, it wouldn’t be complete, but perhaps the most beautiful part is the regret?
"Ensure the schedules of all the guests. Each should be accompanied by a director and cameraman. Take good care of them; we absolutely cannot have any incidents," Yuan Pan said, worried to the point his hair was turning white.
"Yes, Director, we are ready at all times," came the reply.
"Also, if Miss Ji arrives, you must notify me immediately," Yuan Pan emphasized.
The assistant wondered who Miss Ji was but then quickly remembered the recent online sensation about the National Socialite; it seemed like the girl who was the most popular in the program when she was a child.
It seemed the director held her in high regard. The assistant made a mental note and promptly responded.
On the other hand, Mai Zheng wasn’t nervous at all, in fact, he seemed a bit excited. After the rehearsal, he relaxed in his lounge, playing a mobile game, knowing there was still some time before everyone arrived. The director and cameraman worrying about him – the kid didn’t seem nervous at all. His psychological quality was quite impressive. Truly a chip off the old block, Famous King Mai’s son, his calm composure outshone the other competitors.
Thinking back to Kang Le’s performance during the rehearsal, it was a world apart. What’s the use of singing well if you can’t present yourself perfectly on stage? It’s a failure, not the mark of a qualified singer. But Mai Zheng, he was born for this industry.
During the final, although the audience’s SMS votes offstage were the key to victory, the evaluations of the four judges also mattered significantly. In the first-round PK, if the judges gave three rejections, even if you led in the votes, you would be put in the "in-waiting" seats, having to fight through a breakout round to reach the final. But if you were behind in votes and got rejected by the judges, then you were already out, without even a chance to fight back.