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

Beijing, Xinghai Entertainment Headquarters.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Tang Hui's cigar was half-burnt, but he didn't take a single puff.

The long ash, teetering precariously, finally fell with a "thud" onto his expensive handmade trousers.

He ignored it.

He stared intently at the data report on the table.

He skipped over Yu Quan, who came in first.

These two veterans just won awards and are riding high, so it's normal that they can't compete.

Anyway, Xinghai's goal is the newcomer award, which is not in the same category as theirs.

But the name of the third place was like a thorn in my side.

Liu Yifei.

38,000 sheets.

He was only two thousand copies away from Xu Wei, whom he was promoting.

What does two thousand mean?

That's about the daily output of two slightly larger record stores.

"What happened?"

Tang Hui crumpled the report into a ball and slammed it hard onto the assistant wearing a bodycon skirt.

"Five million! I fucking spent five million on marketing and this is what you show me?"

"82,000 in the first week, then halved to 40,000 in the second week?!"

The assistant was hit in the chest by a crumpled piece of paper, but he didn't dare to dodge and just lowered his head, trembling.

"Mr. Tang... Mr. Tang. It's mainly a matter of reputation."

"Everyone online is talking about 'The First Dream,' calling it the battle song for the college entrance exam. Students are buying Liu Yifei's EP like crazy. Our Xu Wei's songs... are being criticized as 'club tacky stuff.'"

"fart!"

Tang Hui suddenly stood up and kicked over the leather stool next to him.

"That's international! That's trendy! Those bumpkins don't know anything about music!"

He paced back and forth in his office, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the carpet.

He panicked.

I'm really in a hurry.

He could say he lost to Yuquan because of his seniority, and no one would say anything about it.

If he loses to a newcomer who doesn't even have a proper agency, how will Tang Hui survive in the industry?

Where does Xinghai Entertainment put its face?

Not to mention, this means the Best Newcomer award is definitely out of the question this year!

When that time comes, that little vixen Xu Wei will definitely wear him down!

"We can't let her overtake us."

Tang Hui stopped and turned around, a sinister glint flashing across his well-maintained face.

"Absolutely not."

He walked to his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed an unnumbered number.

"Feed".

"Do me a favor."

"Targeting Liu Yifei."

"I want her to be completely disgraced before next week's sales figures come out."

.........

Tang Hui was still dreaming of crushing ants when night quietly fell.

At this moment, Yu Le was lying on the bed in the guesthouse, holding his mobile phone in his hand. The faint blue light from the screen reflected on his face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

My right eyelid has been twitching non-stop since just now.

Does a twitching left eye mean good fortune, while a twitching right eye mean bad luck?

He smacked his lips.

Logically speaking, Liu Yifei's EP sales have reversed course, and it looks like it's about to make money, so this should definitely be a sign of great fortune.

"It must be because this lousy place is too damp, causing my nerves to twitch."

Yu Le rolled over, and the wooden bed beneath him immediately creaked under the weight.

I glanced at the time.

It's 10:30 p.m.

At this hour, given Liu Xiaoli's recent obsession with making money, she should have just finished counting her class fees for the day and be happily applying a face mask.

Give her a call and bother her a little, tell her that Sisi's scenes are about to wrap up and they'll be able to go back soon.

By the way, I'd like to report on her daughter's "crime" of stealing another grilled sausage today.

Yu Le pressed the call button.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The receiver emitted a monotonous, waiting tone.

One sound, two sounds, ten sounds...

No one answered.

Yu Le frowned and sat up.

This isn't right.

Liu Xiaoli's phone is always on, and she usually answers it after only three rings. What's wrong with her today?

Is she taking a shower?

Or is your phone on silent?

Yu Le's heart skipped a beat. She hung up and dialed again.

Another unsettling dial tone sounded.

Just as the message "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable" was about to come through the receiver, the call finally went through.

"Feed..."

The sound was very soft, as if floating on clouds.

"Teacher Liu?"

Yu Le tightened her grip on the phone, but her tone remained casual, "Why are you so weak in the middle of the night? What kind of unparalleled martial arts are you practicing behind my back?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, as if someone was taking a breath.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

Liu Xiaoli's voice became slightly stronger, but the weariness that emanated from her very bones was impossible to hide.

"I just fell asleep... and you woke me up. What's wrong? Did something happen to Sisi?"

When her daughter was mentioned, her speech noticeably quickened.

"Sisi is doing well, sleeping like a log."

Yu Le jumped out of bed and paced barefoot back and forth on the floor. "But you, you've caught a cold?"

"No... I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a nap."

Liu Xiaoli coughed lightly on the other end of the line, then quickly suppressed it.

"Do you have a fever?" Yu Le stopped in her tracks.

"I don't have a fever," Liu Xiaoli weakly explained. "I already said I was just tired. I just took my temperature, it's nothing, don't worry about it."

"You really don't have a fever?" Yu Le pressed.

"Really, no! If you don't believe me, I'll take a picture of the thermometer and send it to you via MMS."

"Okay, okay, I believe you. Send it to me then." Yu Le didn't stand on ceremony with her.

On the other end of the phone, Liu Xiaoli visibly choked.

Is this script correct?

Finally, she had no choice but to take her temperature again, take a picture of the thermometer, and send it to Yu Le.

Yu Le clicked on the picture.

36 degrees 8.

There was definitely no fever.

That put my mind at ease.

"Go to bed early, don't stay up all night making money. Your health is the foundation of everything. Bye."

Liu Xiaoli forced herself to speak.

"beep--"

The call was disconnected.

Yu Le stared at the dark phone screen, his right eyelid still twitching wildly.

He had a gut feeling that something was wrong, and he was also a little worried about Liu Xiaoli, who was alone in Beijing.

"My right eyelid is twitching, bad luck..."

He raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing right eyelid.

"no."

Yu Le sat up abruptly and groped in the dark to put on her shoes.

With Yang Nuo handling things on the production side, everything can be taken care of. He just needs to go back to Beijing.

......

It's 11 p.m.

A cold wind howled.

Yu Le stood at Yang Nuo's door with a backpack on his back.

He raised his hand, about to knock on the door, but then stopped.

This girl has been exhausted these past few days, there's no need to wake her up at this time.

So he took out his phone and edited a short message.

[I am returning to the capital to escort you. The film crew is temporarily under your full authority. If anyone dares to misbehave, you are authorized to act first and report later. Also: keep a close eye on Liu Qianqian, don't let her cheat!]

Sent successfully.

Yu Le wrapped his down jacket tighter around himself and strode out of the guesthouse.

At the intersection, a pre-arranged black car was parked in the shadows, its engine roaring and spewing out puffs of white smoke.

Yu Le opened the car door and got in.

"Driver, to Xiaoshan Airport. Drive faster, I'll charge you extra."

The car headlights pierced the darkness as it sped away into the distance.