Wu Daoshan looked at Zhao Lang in shock.
He hadn’t misheard, had he?
He was actually being asked to slap his own face in front of so many people?!
Wu Daoshan was considered a veteran in the industry, having mentored countless award-winning artists.
Outside, who wouldn’t show him some respect?
Yet now he was to be humiliated by Young Master Gu!
Zhao Lang noticed his reluctance and lowered his gaze toward him.
"What? You’re not willing? Since that’s the case—"
President Sun, seeing the indifference in Zhao Lang’s eyes, became panicky and quickly stepped forward to nudge Wu Daoshan.
"Is it so hard to apologize? It’s just slapping yourself. Do you really want to lose your job over this and mess up the company’s projects?!"
Wu Daoshan, hearing the anger in President Sun’s tone, realized he wouldn’t help him and could only struggle to raise his hand.
Yes, losing face in front of so many people was better than losing his job.
In such a competitive industry, if he left Chen’an, who knew where he could go?
Thinking this, Wu Daoshan clenched his teeth, and his hand heavily fell onto his own face.
A crisp slap echoed in the office.
Bai Lu subconsciously closed her eyes, not daring to watch the scene unfold.
This was something she wouldn’t even dare to dream of!
In her dreams, she only dared to scold Wu Daoshan a couple of times, never imagining she could witness him slapping his own face in public!
Seeing this, President Sun took the newly brought tea from his assistant and placed it in front of Zhao Lang.
"Thus, Young Master Gu, you should be appeased now, right?"
Zhao Lang, however, looked toward Jiang Li.
Sitting upright, Jiang Li said, "Since Mr. Wu has been so sincere, I can’t be the unreasonable person. Sign this termination contract, and we’ll act as if this incident never happened."
"I’ll sign, I’ll sign." Upon hearing this, President Sun immediately stepped forward, picked up the pen, and signed his name.
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"President Sun, about the penalty fee..."
"That..." President Sun glanced at Zhao Lang’s face and quickly said, "Our Chen’an isn’t heartless. Since Teacher Bai Lu has always been diligent, the penalty fee... let’s just make it a token amount, about two hundred thousand should suffice."
After President Sun spoke, he returned the check to Jiang Li.
The moment he handed it out,
That was a hundred million!
But if they really collected that hundred million today, the future losses would be far greater!
Jiang Li secured the check and was about to write a new one when Bai Lu extended her hand to stop her.
"Lili, I know you mean well, but I can afford these two hundred thousand. You’ve done so much for me; let me pay this amount myself."
Jiang Li looked at her and nodded after a moment.
Bai Lu smiled, picked up the pen, and signed the transfer form. Finally, she walked to Wu Daoshan, threw him the other termination contract.
"Wu Daoshan, I don’t hate you. After all, if it weren’t for you, I might still be an extra, but I’ve given you all I could over these years, and you’ve gained what you wanted from me."
"So now, we’re even."
After finishing, Bai Lu grabbed Jiang Li’s hand and left the office without looking back.
President Sun wiped the sweat from his forehead as he watched the two ancestors leave.
"Young Master Gu, our collaboration..."
Zhao Lang stood up, glanced at his watch, and said, "It’s getting late today, I have other matters to attend to, let’s schedule another time."
Having said that, he also walked out with his people.
With no other choice, President Sun had to tough it out and send them off.
The moment they stepped out of Chen’an Building, Bai Lu stood on the square at the entrance and deeply inhaled the outside air.
This was the freest, freshest breath she had taken since graduating from college.
After reopening her eyes, Bai Lu hugged Jiang Li.
"Lili, I don’t know how to thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I might have had to stay in this prison for several more years, and I might even have developed depression by then."
Jiang Li smiled, gently pushed her away, and asked, "Have you thought about what you’re going to do next?"
Bai Lu pondered for a moment.
"I’ve thought about starting my own studio, but..."
But, given her current lack of influence, let alone hiring assistants and agents, she couldn’t even come up with any money.
She was back to square one.
"Given your current situation, opening a studio is indeed not realistic," Jiang Li said. "Why not consider this instead?"
Before Bai Lu could react, she was pulled by Jiang Li into a black car parked by the roadside.
A young woman with medium-long hair was already sitting inside. When she saw them, she first smiled at Jiang Li, "Miss, you’re half an hour earlier than scheduled."
Then, she turned to Bai Lu and reached out her hand.
"Hello, Teacher Bai Lu, I’m He Wen from Xingmei Entertainment."
Bai Lu still hadn’t grasped the situation, but she had already shaken hands.
She remembered that Xingmei was a relative’s company of Jiang Li’s.
Before she could figure it out, He Wen took out a document and placed it in front of her.
"Please have a look, Teacher Bai Lu."
Bai Lu numbly opened the folder in front of her.
The big characters on the cover struck her eyes—
"Artists’ Contract Agreement."
"This is..." Bai Lu finally reacted, her mouth gaping wider than it did when Wu Daoshan had slapped her, "A signing contract?!"
"Yes," He Wen smiled. "Although our scale at Xingmei is not as large as Chen’an’s, we have good development potential, and our principle of treating artists is to allow free development. We let a hundred flowers bloom without restricting the personal charm of the artists. Miss, I have received your resume earlier, and it’s excellent. If you decide to join us, I can manage you. I also have several plays that would suit you perfectly."
Tears of excitement were almost falling from Bai Lu’s eyes.
While she was suffering, Jiang Li came out to rescue her.
And when she felt uncertain about her future, Jiang Li stepped forward again.
Where was she just an idol? She was truly her living Bodhisattva!
She really should consider setting up a golden statue of Jiang Li at home to worship!
"So, you’re not willing?" Jiang Li’s voice successfully brought Bai Lu back to reality.
"Willing, willing." Bai Lu nodded her head like a pecking chicken and quickly picked up the pen to sign the contract.
Jiang Li teased her, "Aren’t you going to read the content of the contract carefully? Are you not afraid I’m leading you into another pitfall?"
Bai Lu was startled for a moment, then sat up straight, looking at Jiang Li earnestly and sincerely.
"If it’s to be sold to you, even if I become a slave, I’m willing."