Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 127, Section 126: Beauty is Justice
After seeing off Zhang Jianwei, who was satisfied and had plenty of material, Wang Sheng stood on the steps in front of the main building of Beijing Film Studio and did a set of radio calisthenics to stretch his body.

The warm afternoon sun of spring shines down on you, bringing a touch of laziness.

Just as he turned to return to his office, he saw a young salesman from the fourth business department leading a girl wearing a beige knit sweater and black straight-leg pants toward the main building.

The salesperson had a professional smile on his face as he walked and explained something.

And that girl...

Wang Sheng's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, and he was slightly taken aback.

This girl, though young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, had a striking resemblance in the features of her eyebrows and eyes, especially her bright, slightly stubborn eyes, and her budding delicate face. She bore a striking resemblance to "Little Fatty Fan," who would later cause quite a stir in the entertainment industry.

But the girl before me was more immature and frail, like a seedling in dire need of rain.

At almost the same time, the girl also saw Wang Sheng.

The moment their eyes met, Fan Xiaopang felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and then it began to pound wildly.

It's really him!

Earlier, Wang Sheng's photo appeared in the newspaper article where he was interviewed by China Youth Daily.

They just appeared in front of me so suddenly and without any warning!
She's younger than I imagined, but her presence is far more compelling than I expected.

In an instant, all the fatigue, grievances, and anxiety of the past few days were swept away by a tremendous, do-or-die courage.

The opportunity is right in front of you; if you miss it, you'll never have another chance!

Fan Xiaopang suddenly stopped in his tracks, and before the salesperson could react, he stepped firmly to a stop in front of Wang Sheng.

She tilted her head back, forcing herself to meet those deep, scrutinizing eyes, speaking rapidly like popping beans, afraid that if she hesitated even for a second, she would lose the courage to speak:

"Hello, Mr. Wang! My name is Fan Xiaopang, I come from Qingdao, and I am fifteen years old! I am a graduate of the 96 class of Xie Jin Hengtong Star School in Shanghai. I studied acting for a year at the school and have practiced the basics!"

I acted in the TV series "Strong Woman" recommended by Ms. Liu Xuehua. Although it hasn't aired yet, filming has already finished! I came to Beijing alone, hoping to find an acting opportunity. I don't care about the money, as long as I can act!

I can endure any hardship, and I'm willing to play any role!
I've been waiting outside the Beijing Film Studio every day before dawn for almost ten days, but nobody wants me… I… I had no other choice but to pretend to be a customer to get in… I'm sorry! I know I was wrong! But I really, really want to act!

She poured out all the words she had kept inside for so long, her voice trembling slightly with excitement, and her cheeks flushed red from this reckless "confession."

In those big eyes, there was a desperate determination, a fear of rejection, and an unquenchable, burning desire for the stage and the camera.

The salesperson next to him was completely stunned, his face turned pale, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

The "client" he introduced turned out to be an imposter!
If this is investigated, he will inevitably face criticism or even punishment.

He hurriedly stepped forward, stammering as he tried to explain, "Mr. Wang, I'm so sorry! I... I really didn't know she was... She said she was here to inquire about 'Golden Wedding Anniversary,' and I thought she was well-dressed and spoke... so I..."

Wang Sheng raised his hand and waved it gently, interrupting the salesperson's flustered and helpless apology.

His gaze never left Fan Xiaopang; his eyes revealed no emotion, only a calm, almost analytical scrutiny.

"It's alright, it's not your fault." Wang Sheng's voice was calm, but carried an undeniable weight: "This situation has never happened before, no one would have expected someone to come in this way. You go and do your work, I'll handle things here."

The salesman, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, thanked him profusely and quickly left the troublesome place.

Only Wang Sheng and Fan Xiaopang remained at the scene.

Wang Sheng didn't say anything more, he just looked at her quietly.

His gaze wasn't fierce, but it was incredibly penetrating, as if he could see into the depths of her soul, weighing how much of her words were impulsive, how much were sincere, and how much of them reflected potential that could withstand scrutiny.

At first, Fan Xiaopang was able to force himself to meet his gaze, trying to prove his determination with his eyes.

But in the face of this young man who had created countless miracles and controlled a vast business empire, her pitiful courage quickly melted away like ice and snow under the sun.

She gave up, involuntarily lowering her head, staring at the tips of her slightly faded sneakers, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang..." Her voice lowered, trembling with sobs, but she held back her tears. "I... I know this is wrong... I just... want to be famous too much, want a chance too much... As long as Shengying Media can take me in and give me a chance, I'll do anything! Really! Playing a minor role, doing odd jobs, or anything else... I'm willing to do anything!" The air was quiet for a few seconds, with only the rustling of leaves in the spring breeze.

Why do you need to be so beautiful?

Wang Sheng had no choice but to speak, but his tone remained calm. However, he posed a question that made Fan Xiaopang suddenly look up:
"You really would do anything?"

Fan Xiaopang nodded vigorously, as if grasping at a straw, his eyes rekindling with hope: "I'm willing! One hundred percent willing!"

Wang Sheng looked at her, and a very faint, almost imperceptible smile seemed to appear at the corner of his mouth.

He said slowly and deliberately, "Shengying Media does not accept artists with an educational background below a bachelor's degree. This is the company's rule."

Fan Xiaopang's heart sank.

Undergraduate degree?

That's too far away for her...

But Wang Sheng's next words instantly lifted her from the depths of despair to the heights of elation:

"You are fifteen years old this year. At the earliest, you can only participate in the art exam and college entrance exam next year."

Here's what you'll do: you can sign a three-year trainee contract with the company first. During these three years, the company will provide basic vocal, physical, and dialogue training, and the company will cover your food and accommodation. However, there will be no fixed salary, only some subsidies and possible performance fees.

Three years later, your trainee contract will expire. If you get into the Beijing Film Academy, the Central Academy of Drama, or an equivalent art school for undergraduate studies, your contract with the company will be converted into a ten-year permanent artist contract, and the company will dedicate all its resources to developing you. If you don't get in, the contract will automatically terminate, and the company will no longer provide any resources. So, any questions?

Fan Xiaopang could hardly believe his ears!

Trainee? Training? Entrance exams for Beijing Film Academy and Central Academy of Drama? Formal contract?

This...this is an incredible stroke of luck that she never dared to dream of!

Although the conditions were harsh, especially the ten-year contract, it meant that once she signed it, the best years of her youth would be tied to Shengying Media.

But for a young girl like her who had no connections in the industry, this was not a condition, but a stepping stone to the hall of dreams!
"No problem! No problem! Mr. Wang, I'm willing! I'll sign!"

Fan Xiaopang was so excited he was almost incoherent, afraid Wang Sheng would change his mind: "I will definitely study hard, train diligently, and strive to get into Beijing Film Academy! Thank you, Mr. Wang! Thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

Wang Sheng nodded without saying anything more. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Tingting, I'm at the main building entrance, come here for a moment."

A short while later, Li Tingting, dressed in a well-fitting business suit, walked briskly out of the main building.

She noticed a pretty, unfamiliar girl standing in front of Wang Sheng, and a hint of surprise flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her professional smile: "Mr. Wang, you wanted to see me?"

"Ah."

Wang Sheng pointed at Fan Xiaopang with his chin: "This is Fan Xiaopang, a newly signed trainee. Take her to the factory guesthouse and arrange a room for her to stay temporarily. Then contact her parents, explain the terms of the trainee contract to them, and have them sign the contract in person when they arrive in Beijing."

Li Tingting replied, "Okay, Mr. Wang, I understand."

She turned to Fan Xiaopang and gave him a gentle smile: "Miss Fan, please come with me."

Fan Xiaopang was still immersed in immense surprise and a daze.

She glanced at Wang Sheng, wanting to say something more to express her gratitude, but saw that Wang Sheng had already turned around and walked away, leaving behind only a tall and slightly aloof figure.

She quickly bowed deeply to Wang Sheng's back before turning to Li Tingting, saying with a mix of timidity and ingratiation, "Sister Li, thank you for your trouble."

Li Tingting smiled and said, "Don't be so polite. We'll be colleagues from now on. Come on, let me take you to settle in."

Fan Xiaopang followed Li Tingting, turning back every few steps to look in the direction where Wang Sheng had disappeared. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions: the joy of escaping a desperate situation, the anticipation for the future, and a slight worry about the ten-year agreement. But more than anything, she felt a firm resolve—no matter what, she had grasped this rope that would change her destiny, and she would never let go!

(End of this chapter)