Huayu Entertainment: It was the young actress who took the initiative.

Chapter 87 Yang Mi: Go take a shower

On the other side, Chen Mo had just finished his battle with Reba and had taken a shower.

He looked at Reba, who was fast asleep, but her face was tired. He guessed that Reba hadn't slept well for the past few days.

Chen Mo wasn't sleepy yet. He opened his phone and saw a message Yang Mi had sent him half an hour earlier: "Where did you go?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and replied, "I was busy just now!"

Upon seeing the message on the other side of the screen, Yang Mi couldn't help but curse under her breath:

Busy and hot. ———— Let's get started!

She typed: "Is she asleep? Come over here!"

Upon seeing these words, Chen Mo glanced at the sleeping Reba and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

Should we go or not?

Five minutes later, Chen Mo finally did not hesitate, knocked on the door of Yang Mi's newly opened room, and went inside.

When Yang Mi saw him, she couldn't help but ask, "Did you just go see Dilraba?"

Her tone was a little sour.

Chen Mo didn't answer her question. Instead, he pulled her close and kissed her.

At first, Yang Mi tried to resist, but gradually she lost herself in his kiss. When they separated, Yang Mi's eyes were already glazed over.

Chen Mo was about to—

Yang Mi said sarcastically, "Have you washed yet? Go wash up."

Chen Mo sneered upon hearing this and ignored him.

"Are you going to wash it or not? Are you going to wash it or not?"

"Ugh, I don't want to wash! I don't want to wash!"

"Is it still sour?"

"Ahhh! It's not sour anymore! — It's not sour anymore!"

"Do you still dare to be sarcastic?"

"Ahhhhhh—I won't do it again, I really won't!"

Ultimately, Chen Mo's exceptional horsemanship skills led Yang Mi to sign numerous unequal treaties.

When Chen Mo returned to Reba's room and saw that she was still fast asleep, he couldn't help but sigh, "Enjoy life while you can, don't let it slip away..."

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Chen Mo opened his eyes and turned to look at Reba, who was still asleep.

Chen Mo gently got up without disturbing her, put on his clothes, stood by the bed for a few seconds, and looked at her peaceful sleeping face.

Then he kissed her forehead, turned around, gently opened the door, and disappeared down the corridor.

Back in his room, Chen Mo took a shower and changed his clothes.

The phone screen lights up.

Wang Lihua's message: "7:30, hotel lobby. The car has been arranged."

Chen Mo replied: "Received."

At 7:25, Chen Mo pulled his suitcase out of the elevator.

Wang Lihua was already waiting in the lobby.

She was wearing a beige suit jacket and holding a cup of coffee. When she saw Chen Mo come out, she looked him up and down.

You look good.

Chen Mo nodded: "Let's go."

The two walked out of the hotel.

The van was already parked at the entrance.

The driver helped put the luggage into the trunk, and Chen Mo and Wang Lihua got into the car.

The car drove out of the hotel and merged into the morning traffic of Shanghai.

Wang Lihua took a folder out of her bag and handed it to Chen Mo: "I've done a preliminary screening of the candidates for this afternoon's interviews. Take a look."

Chen Mo took it and opened it.

The first page lists driver candidates.

"Zhang Qiang, 32 years old, a retired soldier, five years of driving experience, previously drove for a businessman. His strengths are his composure and quiet nature."

He knows kung fu.

Chen Mo glanced at the photo; it was a man with a square face and a calm gaze.

"You know kung fu?"

"Retired reconnaissance soldier".

Wang Lihua said calmly, "You'll be traveling to a lot of places in the future, and you'll meet all sorts of people. Having a driver who can take you around isn't a bad thing."

Chen Mo nodded and continued scrolling down.

Assistant candidate.

There are two.

The first one is Li Xiaoyu, 24 years old, a graduate of the Communication University of China, who previously worked as an executive assistant at a talent agency for a year. The photo shows her with a delicate, round face and dimples when she smiles.

Wang Lihua added from the side, "This girl is quite capable; she's a fan of yours."

Chen Mo thought for a moment: "But fans who work as assistants are prone to acting on emotion."

"Yes. But she'll also be more attentive and protective of you."

Wang Lihua paused for a moment, then said, "It depends on how you weigh the pros and cons."

Chen Mo didn't say anything and continued flipping through the pages.

The second assistant candidate.

Zhao Wenjing, 28 years old, has five years of experience as an artist's assistant and has served two second-tier actors.

The photo shows a mature face with regular features, but with a shrewd look in the eyes.

Wang Lihua said, "She's very experienced and knows how to do things. But the artists she worked with before didn't become successful, so she might be a little anxious."

Chen Mo closed the folder.

"What about operations?"

"There are two. One is a senior operations manager with five years of experience who previously managed the Weibo accounts of popular young male celebrities and achieved good data. The other is a newcomer, but creative and has worked on several successful campaigns."

She paused.

"I prefer the first one, it's a safe bet. But you could also meet the second one, maybe there will be a surprise."

Chen Mo nodded.

He returned the folder to Wang Lihua, leaned back in his seat, and looked out the window.

The skyscrapers in Shanghai are receding.

"Sister Wang," he said.

"Um.

""

"What's the current situation at the studio?"

Wang Lihua took out her tablet from her bag and pulled up a spreadsheet: "There have been no major expenses in the past six months, I am the only employee, and the office rent and deposit have already been paid."

She swiped the screen.

"We need to hire three people: a driver, an assistant, and an operations staff member. Including social security and housing fund contributions, the fixed monthly expenses will be around 40,000 yuan."

"In terms of business, the price will increase after you get the Magnolia."

I received three new offers yesterday: one from a car brand, one from a watch brand, and one from a skincare brand, all priced above eight million.

Chen Mo remained silent for a few seconds.

Eight million.

Spokesperson for half a year.

He recalled that in his previous life, when he was an extra, he earned three hundred yuan a day.

"Let's talk. Just focus on quality and brand reputation."

"clear."

After some commotion, at 11:00 AM, the van entered the East Third Ring Road of Beijing.

Chen Mo saw the familiar Guomao building complex.

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The car turned off the main road onto a quiet street and finally stopped in front of an office building.

Wang Lihua said, "We've arrived. The office is on the fifth floor."

Chen Mo got out of the car and looked up at the building.

It's not tall, only twelve stories, with a gray stone and glass curtain wall facade.

There is a convenience store and a coffee shop downstairs.

"It's two kilometers from your apartment, a ten-minute drive."

Wang Lihua walked ahead and pushed open the glass door.

The elevator is going up.

Five floors.

Wang Lihua pushed open the door to an office.

"Look at your new territory."

Chen Mo went inside.

It's about 80 square meters, divided into three areas: the entrance is an open office area with four workstations;

Further inside is Chen Mo's private office, with a glass partition offering a view of the city skyline; at the very back is a small conference room.

The decor is simple: white walls, gray carpet, and a few potted plants.

But the windows are very large.

The afternoon sun was streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a warm glow across the floor.

Chen Mo stood by the window, looking outside.

The view is excellent, offering a view of the CBD skyline in the distance as well as the gray-tiled rooftops of the old residential areas nearby.

"How is it?" Wang Lihua asked from behind him.

"fine."

Chen Mo turned around.

"Simple and sufficient."

The interviews began at 2 PM.

The first person to enter was driver candidate Zhang Qiang.

He was wearing a dark blue polo shirt, black trousers, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

Upon entering, he first nodded to Wang Lihua, then looked at Chen Mo with his gaze level, without giving him any extra scrutiny.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Mo. Hello, Mr. Wang."

His voice was calm and composed, neither arrogant nor humble.

Wang Lihua gestured for him to sit down.

"Mr. Zhang, please introduce yourself."

Zhang Qiang sat upright with his hands on his knees: "My name is Zhang Qiang, I am 32 years old, and I am from Hebei. I served in the army for five years, and after my discharge, I drove for an entrepreneur for three years."

I have a driver's license, am familiar with the roads in and around Beijing, and have no traffic violations or accidents.

He paused at this point.

"In addition, I have practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), so I can handle any unexpected situations."

Chen Mo looked at him.

From the moment he entered the room until now, his gaze has remained fixed, his speech is concise and direct, and he has no superfluous expressions.

"Why do you want to be a celebrity driver?" Chen Mo asked.

Zhang Qiang looked at him: "The previous boss's business ran into problems and the company dissolved. A friend introduced this position, saying you need someone here."

He paused.

"I don't know much about the entertainment industry, but I'm good at driving and protecting people."

Chen Mo nodded and glanced at Wang Lihua.

Wang Lihua understood: "Mr. Zhang, we will let you know if there is any further news."

Zhang Qiang stood up and bowed slightly: "Okay, thank you, Teacher Chen Mo, thank you, President Wang."

He turned around and walked out with steady steps.

The door closed.

Wang Lihua looked at Chen Mo: "How is it?"

Chen Mo thought about Zhang Qiang's performance just now: "Okay. Let's go with him."

Wang Lihua put a checkmark on her resume.

The second person to enter was an assistant candidate, Li Xiaoyu.

The moment the door opened, Chen Mo noticed the change in her expression.

She first saw Wang Lihua and smiled politely. Then her gaze shifted to Chen Mo—

For a fleeting moment, her eyes lit up.

That kind of brightness wasn't a deliberate attempt to please; it was an unconcealable, radiant light from the heart.

But she quickly regained control.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Mo. Hello, Mr. Wang."

She bowed slightly. "I am Li Xiaoyu."

She was wearing a simple white shirt and a black skirt, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her makeup was very light.

Wang Lihua gestured for her to sit down.

"Ms. Li, your resume says you worked as an executive assistant at a talent agency for a year. What exactly were your responsibilities?"

Li Xiaoyu sat up straight: "My main responsibilities include coordinating artists' schedules, liaising with production teams, and handling media reception."

She paused, a little embarrassed, "But the artist I worked with before didn't film much anymore and left the company."

Wang Lihua nodded: "Why do you want to be Chen Mo's assistant?"

Li Xiaoyu was silent for a second.

Then she raised her eyes and looked at Chen Mo.

"Because—I really love Chen Mo's acting."

Her voice was soft, but sincere.

"I started following the series from Donghua Dijun, and later Yang Kang. I'm not the kind of crazy fan, I just feel that the characters played by Chen Mo are all very soulful."

She paused.

"I know there might be issues with having a fan as an assistant, but I want to give it a try. I'll keep my feelings for them in my heart and do my job well."

Chen Mo looked at her.

Her eyes were clear, without that fanatical "I want to get close to my idol" kind of fervor, but rather a "I want to do something good for you" kind of look.

Seriousness.

Chen Mo nodded.

"Okay, go back and wait for our notification."

Li Xiaoyu stood up, bowed again, and turned to walk out.

The door closed.

Wang Lihua looked at him: "How is it?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment: "Keep it for now, let's look at the next one."

The third person to enter was an assistant candidate, Zhao Wenjing.

She was a few years older than Li Xiaoyu, wearing a fitted dress, high heels, and exquisite makeup.

Upon entering, she greeted Chen Mo and Wang Lihua with a smile, her gaze lingering on their faces for just the right amount of time—neither timid nor overly enthusiastic.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Mo. Hello, Mr. Wang. I am Zhao Wenjing."

She sat down, legs together, handbag on her knees.

Wang Lihua asked a few routine questions, which she answered flawlessly.

Five years of experience, having worked with two artists, and responsible for scheduling, business coordination, and media relations.

One of the artists got married and had a child last year and temporarily left the entertainment industry, which is why she resigned.

"Why did you leave that artist's job?" Wang Lihua asked.

Zhao Wenjing smiled and said, "She's retired from the entertainment industry, so there's no need for me to continue following her. Besides—"

She glanced at Chen Mo.

"I want to work with an artist who has potential for growth. Teacher Chen Mo just won the Magnolia Award and is in the development stage. I think I can help him."

Chen Mo looked at her.

This person is too smooth.

He answered every question perfectly, and every expression was just right.

But she's too perfect, which makes it hard to see her true thoughts.

"If I asked you to handle a trending topic that's been trending negatively, what would you do?" Chen Mo asked.

Zhao Wenjing replied almost immediately: "First determine the source. If it was bought by a competitor, contact the marketing account to remove the article."

If it was posted by a stranger, ignore it and cover it up with positive content.

If necessary, the fan club can be contacted to organize fans to control online comments.

Chen Mo nodded.

"Okay, go back and wait for our notification."

Zhao Wenjing stood up and smiled elegantly: "Thank you, Professor Chen Mo. I look forward to the opportunity to collaborate."

She turned and walked out.

The door closed.

Chen Mo and Wang Lihua exchanged a glance.

"It's too oily," Wang Lihua said.

Chen Mo nodded: "Mm."

"But she is indeed more experienced than Li Xiaoyu."

"Experience can be learned, but slickness cannot be changed."

Wang Lihua circled Zhao Wenjing's resume, without checking or crossing it out.

The fourth candidate to enter was Liu Chang, one of the operations candidates.

Male, 26 years old, wearing a gray sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. His hair is a bit long, and his bangs almost cover his eyes.

He looked a little nervous when he entered the room. He nodded to Chen Mo and Wang Lihua, then sat down in the chair, unsure of where to put his hands. He put them on his knees, but then felt that wasn't right and put them on the armrests of the chair instead.

Wang Lihua suppressed a laugh: "Liu Chang, right? Let me introduce myself first."

Liu Chang cleared his throat: "My name is Liu Chang, I'm 26 years old, and I graduated from the Communication University of China. I previously worked in new media operations at two companies, mainly on Weibo and Douyin."

He paused.

"My own Weibo account has 100,000 followers. I post content about entertainment industry observations and occasionally write movie reviews."

Wang Lihua asked, "Why do you want to work in artist management?"

Liu Chang thought for a moment: "Because—I think celebrities' Weibo accounts are too boring these days."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

Liu Chang continued, "Most celebrities' Weibo posts are just templates for promotion: stills from dramas, photos, and selfies."

Fans don't want to see this; they want to see real, flesh-and-blood people.

He glanced at Chen Mo.

"To be honest, Chen Mo's Weibo is quite boring."

Wang Lihua's expression changed.

But Chen Mo smiled and said, "Then what do you think we should do?"

Liu Chang perked up: "We can include more slice-of-life content. For example, daily life on set, the books you read, the music you listen to, or even some random thoughts."

He paused.

"Of course, it's not the kind of content that's forced or contrived; it's real."

Fans are smart; they can tell at a glance whether you're sincere or not.

"There's also interaction."

He then added, "I don't necessarily have to reply to every comment, but occasionally responding to one can make fans happy for three days."

Chen Mo looked at him.

Although this person dresses casually and speaks bluntly, his thinking is clear.

"Do you have any success stories?" Wang Lihua asked.

Liu Chang took out his phone and pulled up a Weibo account: "This is a side account I created before, specifically for posting reviews of obscure movies. It gained 80,000 followers in six months, and it still gets interaction."

He handed the phone to Wang Lihua.

Wang Lihua flipped through it and then handed it to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo read a few articles.

The writing is good, and the viewpoints are unique; it's not the kind of mass-produced content from marketing accounts.

He returned the phone to Liu Chang.

"Okay, go back and wait for our notification."

Liu Chang stood up, bowed, and turned to leave.

The door closed.

Wang Lihua looked at Chen Mo: "This person is quite interesting."

Chen Mo laughed: "It is somewhat interesting."

The fifth candidate to come in was another operations candidate, Zhang Wei.

Female, 29 years old, dressed in business attire, with exquisite makeup and an impressive resume:

Five years of experience, having served two top-tier celebrities and conducted multi-million dollar marketing campaigns.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, Chen Mo knew she wasn't suitable.

Every answer she gave was formulaic, and every case she presented was just a collection of data.

The "fan management" she mentioned refers to having fan clubs organize and control online comments.

The "content planning" she was referring to was having celebrities post nine-grid selfies with goodnight captions.

After a ten-minute interview, Wang Lihua politely ended the interview.

The door closed.

Wang Lihua looked at Chen Mo: "In terms of operations, Liu Chang has less experience, but she has ideas. Zhang Wei has more experience, but her approach is too formulaic."

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "Liu Chang, I guess."

"Sure?"

"He's right, my Weibo is too boring."

Wang Lihua smiled.

"Okay, then it's his choice."

She picked up her pen and put a checkmark on Liu Chang's resume.

Then it's driver Zhang Qiang's turn, check the box.

assistant----

Wang Lihua looked at Chen Mo: "Li Xiaoyu or Zhao Wenjing?"

Chen Mo remained silent for a few seconds.

He recalled the bright look in Li Xiaoyu's eyes when she entered the room, and her words, "I will keep my feelings in my heart and do my job well."

He also recalled Zhao Wenjing's impeccable answer and her perfectly timed smile.

"Li Xiaoyu".

"Aren't you worried she might be a fan and act emotionally?"

"If she were a crazy fan, she wouldn't have been able to control herself so well just now."

Wang Lihua nodded and ticked the box on the resume.

The interview ended at 5 p.m.

Chen Mo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the city outside gradually darken.

In the distance, the buildings in the CBD began to light up, while the rooftops of the nearby residential areas were bathed in the golden-red glow of the setting sun.

Wang Lihua walked over and handed him a glass of water: "What are you thinking about?"

Chen Mo took the water but didn't drink it.

"Thinking back to a year ago."

He paused.

"A year ago, I was still living in a rented room, thinking about how I could get a decent role."

Wang Lihua looked at him.

"Now you have a studio, a team, and the Magnolia Award."

Chen Mo smiled.

"yes."

He turned around and looked at the four empty workstations.

Starting next week, people will be sitting here.

His driver, Zhang Qiang, would pick him up and drop him off every day, his assistant, Li Xiaoyu, would help him with his schedule, and his account manager, Liu Chang, would make his Weibo less boring.

His team, his career, his future.

"Let's go."

Chen Mo turned to look at Sister Wang, "Let's finish work early today."

Wang Lihua nodded.

The two walked out of the office.

Chen Mo paused at the door and looked back.

The sunlight fell perfectly on the four workstations, casting a warm hue on the gray office chairs.

He closed the door.

The corridor was quiet.

The elevator is going down.

As I stepped out of the office building, the evening breeze of Beijing greeted me.

Chen Mo got into the car.

Wang Lihua, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and handed him a document: "This is the schedule for next week. We'll be shooting for a car brand on Thursday, and there's a magazine interview on Saturday."

Chen Mo took it and flipped through it.

When was the release date for "Princess Agents" again?

"July 5th. We'll start coordinating the promotions next week."

Chen Mo nodded.

The car entered the evening rush hour traffic.