Bai Lu got scammed, but I became a superstar through e-commerce.

Bai Lu didn't rush to flip through the pages; he just looked at the labels and waited for him to continue.

"The Monkey King: The Journey to the West fantasy genre. The popularity of the Journey to the West IP is undeniable; no promotional effort is needed. Viewers will click on it as soon as they see the words 'The Monkey King: The Journey to the West.' You play a mortal woman caught up in the conflict between gods and demons. You have a background in period dramas, and your character isn't just a pretty face; you're a key figure driving the plot forward." Qingxiao moved his pen to the next document.

"The Ferryman: Huangquan is a fantasy romance. This genre can fully develop your emotional story. The love story between Meng Po on the road to the underworld and a mortal will make the audience cry and give it a perfect score."

"Finally, there is an 'Operations Diary', a story about the urban workplace: the counterattack of a Taobao model to e-commerce operations. This role is very similar to your own. You have hung up boards in Sijiqing and been scolded by customers. You know how painful it is to climb up from the bottom."

He put down his pen and looked at her: "These films cover several genres with the highest revenue conversion rates for online films—thriller, comedy, fantasy Journey to the West, fantasy romance, and urban workplace. But you only have time for two high-quality custom-made films a year. You can choose these scripts yourself."

Bai Lu didn't rush to flip through the pages. She picked up several outlines one by one, first looking at the names on the covers, then flipping through to read the character descriptions. She read very slowly, sometimes going back to reread a passage, sometimes silently reciting a line of dialogue.

She first opened the script of "The Taoist Priest Descends from the Mountain" and read the first few pages of the terrifying scenes—a deserted village, a dry well, and a series of eerie footprints. She frowned and turned a few more pages.

"The revenue sharing for this film is indeed shocking, but the female lead's role in this wilderness horror film is mainly to be scared. She screams from beginning to end, and the emotional layers are too one-dimensional." She flipped to the middle scene of the script.

"Especially this scene—the female lead is grabbed by a hand that suddenly reaches out from the well, screams, then the male lead arrives to save her, and she screams again. I didn't study acting to scream."

She put the script aside.

She flipped through "The Hillbilly Enters the City" very quickly, but paused for a moment when she got to a few comedic scenes in the middle.

"The dialogue in this kind of Northeastern rural comedy is all in a Northern accent. I grew up in Changzhou, so it's too jarring for me to play this kind of role."

She closed the script. "Moreover, the female lead in the sequel is different from the first one. The audience comes in to see the male lead; the female lead is just a supporting character."

Qingxiao crossed out the entry for "The Hillbilly Enters the City" and pushed it aside.

Bai Lu picked up the script for "The Monkey King". She turned to the first page, her finger pausing on the first line.

The story is adapted from the well-known Journey to the West, but the protagonist is not Sun Wukong, but a mortal woman who gets caught up in the conflict between gods and demons.

In her previous life, she was a magical herb guarding the Five Elements Mountain, watching helplessly as the Monkey King was imprisoned under the mountain for five hundred years, yet unable to recognize him.

After reincarnation, she became an ordinary village girl, while the Monkey King had already become a Buddha and no longer remembered her.

She looked at it for a long time. When she turned to the middle scene, her fingers slid across the paper, and her voice suddenly softened.

"Sun Wukong said that I was a blade of grass in my previous life. He said that after he became a Buddha, he remembered everything except me—because a Buddha cannot have any attachments." She closed the script, hugged it to her chest, and tears were already welling up in her eyes.

"This script is more than just a shell for the Journey to the West IP. It uses the national popularity of the Journey to the West IP to tell a heart-wrenching love story—she waited for him for five hundred years in her past life but could not recognize him, and in this life she finally got to him, only to find that he had become a Buddha. The audience clicked in expecting to see the 'Victorious Fighting Buddha,' but ended up crying and giving it a perfect score. 'I loved someone, but he no longer remembers me'—this line is more explosive than any special effects. I will act it, and I should be able to act it well."

Qingxiao looked at her.

She held the script to her chest, not analyzing data, but talking about the character—she had already entered the role.

"OK."

Qingxiao didn't say much, he just pushed "The Victorious Fighting Buddha" in front of her.

Then Bai Lu opened the last copy—"The Ferryman: Yellow Springs".

Then Bai Lu opened "The Ferryman: Huangquan".

She turned to the first page, where the character introduction section read: Sanqi, the last Meng Po of the Underworld. Born with a wisp of her soul taken away, she was withered and dull-witted, and her Meng Po soup was always lacking something. It wasn't until a boy named Changsheng broke into Meng Po's manor that she tasted the most bitter flavor of human life—the pain of separation from loved ones.

When Bai Lu turned to the middle section, he fell silent for a long time. His fingertips touched the edge of the script, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"He was actually created to deceive her. She knew he was lying to her from beginning to end, but she still brewed the last ingredient of the Meng Po soup into her own essence—and gave it to him."

Turning to the ending, she softly read the lines: "As long as he's happy, I'm happy whether I'm happy or not. That's true love, that's my ideal man."

She closed the script, looked up, and her eyes were red.

"The character of Sanqi isn't about love—it's about sacrifice. She knows Changsheng has been lying to her from beginning to end, but even after being pierced by the peach wood sword, she still gives him her soul. Zhao Li asks her if it's worth it, and she says it is. This isn't a tragic love story; it's Sanqi's own choice. This kind of role is so precious for an actor."

"I really like this script."

She moved the script for "The Monkey King" aside and placed "The Ferryman: Huangquan" in front of her squarely.

"These are the two I wanted," Bai Lu said. "One is a fantasy film with widespread national appeal, and the other is a fantasy romance with emotional depth. Neither of them are just pretty faces; both are women with their own complete growth story and destiny."

Qingxiao put away the remaining scripts, categorizing the wilderness thrillers and rural comedies as external investment projects, to be filmed by up-and-coming directors and external actors, with the Tianmen Film and Television Special Investment Fund covering their costs. He made the final mark on the investment plan.

"Then let's settle on these two. 'The Monkey King' and 'The Ferryman: Huangquan,' with you in the lead roles. The rest of the projects will all be funded by a special fund, with external directors and new actors hired to film them."

Bai Lu stood up, hugged the two scripts to her chest, and glanced back at him as she walked to the door.

"Do you think 'Operations Diary' is bad?"

"Okay. But didn't you say you'd only act in two movies? We'll save this one for later."

"That's true, too much greed leads to bad luck. You're amazing. I, Bai Lu, dream of one day being able to pick and choose any script I want."

After saying that, Bai Lu rushed over and kissed Qing Xiao, then quickly ran away with a blush on her face.

"This is a reward."

Qingxiao looked at Bai Lu's retreating figure with dissatisfaction: "Every time it's just a superficial visit. Can't you give me a bigger reward?"