Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

"A brand ambassador for the entire Asian region?" Yu Le placed his thermos on the prop wooden box next to him, raised an eyebrow, and said, "These people at Chanel are really shrewd."

On the other end of the phone, Yang Nuo flipped through the faxed documents in her hand, the papers making a rustling sound.

"Boss, 'The Devil Wears Prada' is going to be released in Chinese theaters next week. It's already grossed over $1.5 million in North America, and the hype in China is already off the charts. Chanel wants to finalize the endorsement contract before the movie's release."

Yang Nuo's analysis was very logical and reasonable. Her usual soft and gentle demeanor was completely gone, and she was a shrewd and calculating professional manager.

Liu Qianqian, who was lying on the foam mat pretending to be dead, suddenly perked up her ears.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her body, which had just been screaming that it was about to fall apart, instantly sat up with a jolt, even the motion capture reflectors on her body swaying.

"Chanel? The entire line?" Liu Qianqian lowered her voice and mouthed the words to Yu Le as she frantically gestured.

Yu Le ignored her greedy look and continued speaking into the phone, "What are the conditions?"

"Eight hundred thousand pounds a year. Plus priority access to ready-to-wear haute couture each season," Yang Nuo stated the figure. "But I checked their rates for Hollywood actresses last year, and this number can be increased."

"Then let's bring it up." Yu Le's tone was calm, as if he were talking about what to have for dinner. "Tell them that they either pay one million pounds now, or we can sit down and talk again after the film's domestic premiere."

"I understand, boss. I'll go talk to them." Yang Nuo hung up the phone.

Yu Le put his phone back in his pocket and turned to look at Liu Qianqian on the foam mat.

"Alright, stop pretending. You're practically drooling."

Liu Qianqian patted her bottom, stood up, and moved closer to Yu Le with a big smile, then casually started massaging his shoulders.

"Dad, this is Chanel! Does this mean I've made it into the international fashion world?"

Yu Le's shoulder ached from being pinched, so she quickly slapped her hand away.

"You're lucky, you've caught the wave of the movie's popularity. Perfect timing, you've finalized things with Yang Nuo, so you can go to Shanghai to film 'GG'. I'll give you five days off, go out and get some fresh air."

Liu Qianqian cheered and jumped up.

"Long live Dad! I'm finally free from hanging from this tree like a monkey every day!"

Cameron, who had just taken off his headphones, turned around at the sound and asked the translator next to him with a puzzled look, "What's wrong with Crystal? Wasn't she exhausted?"

The translator coughed twice: "Director, she just got a brand ambassadorship. It's probably... the power of capital that gave her a new lease on life."

Cameron opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

.......

Three days later. Shanghai.

Inside a top-notch photography studio on the banks of the Huangpu River.

Yang Nuo was dressed in a smart black business suit, with a pair of non-prescription anti-radiation glasses perched on her nose, and holding a thick stack of contract attachments in her hand.

Sitting across from her was Pierre, Chanel's Asia-Pacific Public Relations Director. A French man with a receding hairline and heavy cologne.

"Ms. Yang, a one million pound endorsement fee is unprecedented in Asia. We hope that Crystal can fully showcase the elegance of our brand in the upcoming photoshoot," Pierre said in accented English.

He was actually a little apprehensive.

Although "The Devil Wears Prada" was a huge hit in North America, he has never met Liu Qianqian in person.

Many Asian actresses look mediocre in still photos and simply can't pull off the sharp tailoring of Chanel haute couture.

Yang Nuo pushed up her glasses, her soft voice carrying an unyielding determination.

"Mr. Pierre, it's unprecedented because her commercial value is unprecedented. As for her elegance, I think you'll see it soon enough."

The locker room door opened.

The noise in the photography studio instantly subsided.

Liu Qianqian came out.

Instead of wearing the iconic double-breasted trench coat from the show, she changed into a black tweed jacket from Chanel's latest collection, paired with minimalist wide-leg trousers.

Her hair was neatly styled into a bun at the back of her head by the stylist, revealing her long, fair swan neck.

The muscles she developed on the set of the film crew in Zhangjiajie now served as the perfect clothes hanger. The core strength she gained from the intense wire work made her stand even more upright.

She walked into the spotlight, wearing high heels.

There was no laughter.

His chin was slightly raised, and his gaze swept coldly across the camera.

Andy's spirit possessed him.

The photographer frantically pressed the shutter button, and the flash went off everywhere.

"Great! Crystal, keep that jawline angle! Look at the camera!"

Liu Qianqian effortlessly changed poses in front of the camera.

The wildness she displayed rolling in the mud a few days ago has been perfectly contained within this tall and elegant figure.

Yang Nuo stood behind the monitor, looking at Liu Qianqian exuding a powerful aura on the screen, and nodded in satisfaction.

The boss is right, this girl is now capable of handling things on her own.

The five-day shoot for GG went extremely smoothly.

Pierre even offered to give Liu Qianqian the haute couture outfits used in the shoot after the shoot was over.

Just as Liu Qianqian was carrying large bags of her spoils, preparing to fly back to western Hunan to continue being a "wild woman".

The domestic film market has finally been hit by the long-planned earthquake.

On May 20th, "The Devil Wears Prada" was officially released in China.

The publicity department of Xianyu Entertainment had already built up the hype to its peak.

North American box office exceeding $100 million, Hollywood single-day box office champion, Meryl Streep's high praise... These labels attached to a Chinese actress are a fatal stimulus to domestic audiences.

On the day of the premiere.

Wangfujing Cinema in Beijing.

A long queue formed in the square outside the gate, and the line turned directly onto the pedestrian street next door.

Scalpers weaved through the crowd, waving movie tickets in their hands.

"The Queen in Prada! Prime time at 8 PM! Add fifty and take it home!"

"Don't push! All the shows are sold out today. You'll have to buy tickets for tomorrow!"

Inside the screening room.

The moment Liu Qianqian, wearing those Chanel boots, pushed open the door to the editorial department on the big screen.

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the audience.

"Wow... is this really our fairy sister?"

"That aura is amazing!"

"She's so cool! Even I, a woman, want to marry her!"

Meanwhile, on the other side is Wulingyuan in western Hunan.

Yu Le was sitting in the makeshift command post, eating the crew's boxed lunch.

The boxed lunch contained braised beef with potatoes, and the taste was passable.

Cameron walked over with a plate and plopped down opposite Yu Le.

"Hey, I heard Crystal's movie was released in your country today?" Cameron asked, poking at a potato with his fork.

Yu Le took a bite of rice and nodded.

"How are the box office expectations?" Cameron asked casually.

Yu Le swallowed the food in her mouth, picked up the thermos next to her, and took a sip.

"It's alright. Just the level to break a record casually."