"You can prepare the official seal of Starshine Media now."
Tang Shu’s calm yet icy voice came through, bringing Luo Lin’s bubbling anger to an abrupt halt.
"...Huh? What do we need Starshine Media’s official seal for?"
The person on the other end of the phone immediately got sidetracked, totally clueless about the connection between the seal and what she had just been discussing.
Tang Shu glanced at the remuneration column in the contract, paused upon seeing the figure of 8 million, and started to fiddle with the edge of the paper.
"To sign a contract."
Luo Lin was still lost in a fog, presumably her brain hadn’t caught up yet after getting so worked up moments earlier.
Tang Shu chuckled, lifting her gaze toward the drama crew’s sign posted above in the conference room.
"The contract for Female Lead No.2 in the ’Corridor Pavilion’ crew; I’ve secured the role for Lu Xiangtong."
Impressive, as expected from you.
Inside Starshine Media, Shen Yan and Xiao Li were still, with solemn faces, discussing how to resolve the current crisis.
Hearing the tap-tap of high heels growing closer, they looked up to see Luo Lin, who had just stepped out, had now returned.
"Sister Luo, did you figure something out?"
"Exactly, what did the boss say?"
Luo Lin felt a toothache coming on, at a loss for the words to describe her current mood.
It was just... complicated.
She, as an agent, was becoming more and more useless, outpaced by her own artist once again.
No, even if she had intervened, she wouldn’t have been able to secure the role of Female Lead No.2!
"Leave it be, don’t bother with it."
Shen Yan and Xiao Li, who had been expecting a series of counterattacks, were left with their mouths agape.
This answer was way too unexpected, catching them off guard.
"Are you serious? We’re just going to ignore such a huge issue? Mu Ziwei has over sixty million fans!"
"And they have a paid online army to manipulate comments!"
Luo Lin, expressionless, replied, "Then let them manipulate."
Who ends up winning isn’t certain yet.
Shen Yan and Xiao Li were once again at a loss for words, struggling to understand the reasoning and feeling like there was some insider information they weren’t privy to.
Luo Lin glanced at the two of them, intending to reassure her two loyal subordinates.
"Relax, when have we ever taken on something we weren’t sure about? Let the situation ferment slowly, and wait for the drama crew’s official Weibo announcement."
"Did Mu Ziwei fail the audition???"
The two of them suddenly became excited, their hands trembling.
"Pretty much. You two go do what you need to do and leave this alone for now. Just occasionally check the way the wind is blowing online," directed Luo Lin nonchalantly, leaving behind these words like a sage, then gracefully made her way to her office, her red high heels once again tapping out a rhythmic beat.
The two were left standing there, looking at each other in confusion.
"What’s going on here?"
"Is Sister Luo taking after the boss and starting to act cool and detached as well?"
"Though... getting all high and mighty does seem pretty impressive, huh?"
That very night, as Mu Ziwei was scrolling through her phone, she came across the trending topics on the internet.
Number one was unmistakably ["Mu Ziwei auditions for ’Corridor Pavilion’"], with a big red "hot" following the phrase, quite eye-catching.
She was pleased with the striking headline, curling her lips slightly as her freshly manicured fingers opened the news.
The content of the message was precisely the scene of her in a cheongsam being interviewed at the entrance of the film and television base.