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David stared at the monitor, his brow furrowed, as if deep in thought.

Liu Qianqian's performance in the first scene completely exceeded his expectations.

She captured that humble yet confident air of a newbie in the workplace perfectly.

What surprised him even more was the girl's delivery of lines.

There were no pauses, no stiff recitation, and the emotional progression was natural and smooth.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is that enough, David?" she whispered.

David ignored Wendy and suddenly stood up.

"stop."

The casting director and Liu Qianqian stopped what they were doing at the same time.

Liu Qianqian's chest rose and fell slightly, and a little sweat appeared on her forehead.

David walked around the long table and stood in front of Liu Qianqian.

"What you just read only proves that you passed."

"The most difficult part of playing Andy is not her clumsiness in the early stages, but her awakening later on."

David pointed to a chair next to him.

"sit down."

Liu Qianqian sat down as instructed.

David pulled over another chair and sat opposite her, their knees almost touching.

"Now, I'll personally act alongside you."

David's expression turned serious.

Scene: Paris Fashion Week.

"Andy has completely integrated into the fashion world; she has even taken Emily's place."

"But in the car, Miranda told her that in order to keep her position as editor-in-chief, she did not hesitate to betray her longtime partner Nigel."

Miranda said to Andy: "You're just like me."

David stared into Liu Qianqian's eyes.

"I want you to act this scene. There are no lines; you'll have to improvise."

"Action!"

As soon as David finished speaking, his entire demeanor changed instantly.

Although he was a somewhat slovenly middle-aged man, he deliberately exuded a sense of superiority and cold-blooded oppression.

He looked at Liu Qianqian, his tone calm yet sharp as a knife.

Don't look at me like that.

"In this industry, to survive, you have to learn to climb up by stepping on other people's shoulders."

"Andy, you've made your choice. The moment you decided to replace Emily in Paris, you became me."

David was extremely intimidating.

Liu Qianqian sat in the chair, her breath suddenly caught in her throat.

She looked at David.

My mind raced, replaying the scene from the script.

Andy always thought he was just working hard and putting on an act.

But Miranda's words exposed her pretense.

Liu Qianqian's eyes reddened at a visible speed.

But she gritted her teeth and refused to let the tears fall.

Her pupils trembled slightly as she looked at David's face, as if she were seeing a completely unfamiliar monster.

No.

That's my future self.

She slowly lowered her head and looked at her hands.

His fingers gripped his knees so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Then, she looked up.

The confusion and struggle in his eyes disappeared completely.

Instead, there is a thorough sobriety and resolute determination.

She didn't yell or scream, nor did she become hysterical.

He spoke softly, in an extremely calm, even somewhat compassionate tone.

"If this is the price of success."

"Then I'd rather go back to being that country bumpkin in my grandmother's sweater."

Liu Qianqian stood up.

The movements were swift and decisive.

She looked down at David.

"I quit."

After saying that, she turned around without hesitation and strode towards the door of the audition room.

There was not a trace of lingering attachment.

David nodded as he watched the little girl's retreating figure.

"That's her!"

Wendy's face lit up with a bright smile upon hearing this.

She walked quickly to Yu Le and offered her hands.

"Mr. Yu, congratulations. It seems we've reached an agreement."

"We are very much looking forward to this collaboration with Saltyfish Entertainment."

Yu Le kept his hands in his pockets and didn't reach out to take it.

He simply nodded slightly.

"The premise of cooperation is that the contract satisfies me."

He walked to the door and called Luo Xiang, who had been waiting outside, in.

Luo Xiang strode in, wearing a dark gray bespoke suit and carrying a black briefcase.

"Boss."

Luo Xiang bowed slightly.

Yu Le pointed at Wendy.

"This is Wendy, a producer at Fox."

"The rest is up to you."

Yu Le patted Liu Qianqian on the shoulder.

"Let's go have a big meal."

Liu Qianqian followed Yu Le's footsteps in a daze.

She glanced back.

Luo Xiang greeted Wendy with a blank expression.

......

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The Presidential Suite at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills.

Yu Le was standing in front of the island in the open kitchen, holding a sharp chef's knife and quickly chopping onions.

Liu Qianqian leaned on the bar counter, her hands supporting her chin.

"Dad, do you really think they'll agree?"

"That's a Fox, after all."

Yu Le swept the chopped onions into the hot pan, and the aroma of butter burst forth instantly.

"Capitalists only care about profits."

"When you have enough money, they'll sell even their own father, let alone a contract."

The suite door was pushed open.

Luo Xiang walked in.

He placed a bound document on the bar counter.

"Boss, the contract is signed."

"Fox made concessions."

"We will receive 40% of the global box office revenue, and the distribution rights in China will be ours."

"The revenue from surrounding areas has been negotiated to be 35%."

Liu Qianqian suddenly jumped off the high stool.

She picked up the contract and looked at the signature and bright red seal of the Fox executive.

"Did you really sign it?"

Yu Le plated the pan-fried steak and drizzled it with black pepper sauce.

"Go wash your hands and eat."

"Luo Xiang, you stay and eat with us."

The dinner table.

Yu Le cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

"Luo Xiang, rent an office building near Century City tomorrow."

"The area doesn't need to be too big, one floor is enough."

"Put up the sign for Salty Fish Entertainment's American branch."

Luo Xiang stopped using his knife and fork.

"Boss, are you planning to stay in Hollywood permanently?"

Yu Le picked up his glass of red wine and swirled it.

"It's not really a permanent posting."

"But now that the door has been kicked open, we have to leave a wedge here."

"In the future, domestic films will need to be sold abroad, or projects from here will need to be brought to China. We will need a bridgehead."

"Hire a few people and set up the framework."