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Los Angeles, Century City, at the Fox headquarters building.

Yu Le, dressed in a well-tailored casual suit, stepped out of the car.

Liu Qianqian followed closely behind and emerged.

Today she wore a very ordinary plaid shirt, paired with faded jeans and canvas shoes.

Her hair was casually tied into a ponytail, and her face was almost entirely made up except for a base.

This was Yu Le's request.

In the early stages, Andy is a bright but unsophisticated girl who is completely clueless about fashion and even a bit sloppy.

The elevator goes directly to the executive office floor.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

Producer Wendy Fenneman was already waiting at the door with her assistant.

She was dressed in a smart business suit, with a warm smile on her face, and took the initiative to extend her hand to Yu Le.

"Mr. Yu, welcome to Fox."

Wendy's gaze lingered on Yu Le's face for two seconds.

This entertainment company boss from China is excessively young, and his relaxed and unhurried demeanor is even more intimidating than those Wall Street financial veterans in Hollywood.

Yu Le reached out and gave her a light handshake.

"Ms. Wendy, you're too kind. Time is precious, let's get straight to the point."

Wendy nodded, then turned her gaze to Liu Qianqian beside her.

He looked her up and down.

His eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Very plain.

But it's also very beautiful.

This kind of beauty isn't the kind of mass-produced sexiness found on Hollywood assembly lines, but rather a refined elegance with a distinctly Eastern charm.

"This must be Miss Liu," Wendy smiled politely. "David is already waiting in the audition room. Please come with me."

The corridor is very long.

Liu Qianqian walked beside Yu Le, her palms sweaty.

She quietly tugged at Yu Le's sleeve.

"Dad, my heart is pounding so hard, I feel like it's going to jump out of my throat."

Yu Le put his hands in his pockets and didn't turn his head.

"Swallow it back."

"..."

Liu Qianqian took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

The door to the audition room was pushed open.

The room was large, with a video camera placed in the very center.

Three people were sitting behind the long table.

The middle-aged man in the middle with messy hair and black-rimmed glasses is director David Frankel.

Seeing Wendy enter with her entourage, David leaned back in his chair, twirling a ballpoint pen in his hand.

He did not stand up.

"Wendy, is this the Chinese businessman you mentioned... who can solve our funding gap?"

David's tone was clearly sarcastic and skeptical.

He threw a resume on the table.

"Ms. Liu, I have seen your information."

"You've acted in several movies that did well at the box office in China."

"But this is Hollywood."

"Andy is an American girl who graduated from Northwestern University and has to survive in the top fashion magazine company in New York."

David spread his hands.

Do you think an Asian face would allow North American audiences to relate to the character?

The atmosphere in the room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Wendy stood awkwardly to the side.

Although she valued the twenty million dollars, David was the director, and if the director refused to cooperate, the film couldn't be made.

Liu Qianqian bit her lower lip, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

Yu Le pulled out a chair opposite the long table and sat down with an air of authority.

He crossed his legs and looked at David.

"Director David."

"Hollywood is a place that creates dreams; since when did it start emphasizing bloodlines?"

Yu Le tapped on the table.

"As far as I know, your film's budget has already exceeded it by 20 percent."

"Without my money, you couldn't even afford Meryl Streep's salary, let alone film in Paris."

David's face stiffened.

Yu Le continued to produce.

"What the audience wants to see is how a newbie in the workplace is tormented by a female boss and eventually transforms."

"Workplace bullying and personal growth resonate with working people all over the world."

"Replacing it with an Asian face would not only not feel out of place, but would actually highlight that sense of incongruity and vulnerability, making the conflict even more intense."

Yu Le leaned forward, exuding a strong sense of pressure.

"Twenty million US dollars to buy an experiment that would make the film more dramatic."

Do you feel like you're losing out?

David was speechless after hearing Yu Le's words.

He turned to look at Wendy, who gave him a wink, meaning: Don't mess with money.

David took a deep breath and sat up straight.

"Well, Mr. Yu, you are very persuasive."

He picked up a script from the table, tore off two pages, and handed them to his assistant.

The assistant walked over and handed the two pages of paper to Liu Qianqian.

David looked at Liu Qianqian.

"This is the scene where Andy is being harassed by her first assistant, Emily, on her first day at work."

"It wasn't in the script; I just added it this morning as a flyleaf."

"You have ten minutes to prepare."

"Let me see what else you have to offer me besides a rich boss that might impress me."

Liu Qianqian took the flyer.

The dialogue is densely packed with English lines.

She didn't look at Yu Le, but took the paper and walked to the corner of the room, turning her back to everyone, and began to recite silently.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

David glanced at his watch.

"Time's up."

"Casting director, you'll act opposite her, playing Emily."

A sharp-looking white woman stood up and walked in front of the camera.

Liu Qianqian took a deep breath and turned around.

The sound of the clapperboard rang out.

The audition begins.

The casting director crossed his arms, raised his chin, and spoke in an extremely contemptuous tone.

"Andy, right?"

"Miranda's coffee must be made with skim milk, without sugar, and at 180 degrees Fahrenheit."

"Her dry cleaning is downstairs, and you need to look up information for her twin daughters' science homework."

"You have ten minutes."

Liu Qianqian stood still, her shoulders hunching slightly.

She pretended to be holding a pile of documents, frantically trying to take notes.

"Wait... what's the temperature in Fahrenheit?"

Liu Qianqian's English pronunciation is extremely authentic, with a pure American accent, and there is none of the awkwardness that David was worried about.

The casting director is getting closer.

"Don't you understand English?"

"Did you find this outfit in your grandmother's closet?"

"This is Runway magazine! You're an insult to fashion!"

Liu Qianqian suddenly raised her head.

She neither cried nor backed down.

A hint of hurt flashed in those beautiful eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by the stubbornness unique to top students.

She straightened her back.

"I didn't come here to be a model."

"I'm here to be an assistant."

"As long as you make your requirements clear, I can get any job done."

She spoke slowly, but each word was clear.

That kind of fearless tenacity, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, was vividly displayed in this petite Asian girl.

David stopped writing with his pen.