Dilraba's rise to fame began with her appearance on Running Man.

"Sister Mi, don't look at me like that, I'm scared!!"

Deng Zhe was genuinely scared this time; Yang Mi's gaze towards him seemed to resemble that of someone looking at prey.

Yang Mi ignored his rambling and walked back to her boss's chair, resuming her composed queenly demeanor.

"You have a really good appearance! Do you have any special skills?"

"Special skill?" Deng Zhe looked down at his crotch.

Yang Mi, sitting opposite him, had veins bulging on his forehead: "Get serious!! Talk to me about serious matters!!!"

Deng Zhe's heart skipped a beat, a bad feeling creeping over him. This woman didn't seem like a good person.

"Sister Mi, what...do you mean?"

"Sign a contract," Yang Mi uttered two words. "Sign with Jiaxing Tianxia and become an artist under the company."

"Thanks! No thanks! Goodbye!" Deng Zhe walked towards the door without looking back.

That woman is definitely not a good person!!!

What a joke! You're not short of money, why bother getting involved in the murky waters of the entertainment industry? Wouldn't it be better to just find a 9-to-5 job and relax?

"return!!"

Deng Zhe completely ignored Yang Mi's shouts and opened the office door without hesitation.

"Ouch!"

With a gasp, a soft, fragrant body crashed into his arms.

Deng Zhe instinctively reached out to support her, and looking down, he saw that the person in his arms was Reba.

Her big, innocent-looking eyes were gazing at him with a watery look, and her voice was slightly trembling:

"Deng Zhe, please say yes to Sister Mi, okay? Sister Mi is a really good person! She won't make things difficult for you! Really, I promise!"

Deng Zhe felt the alluring softness in his arms, then looked at the clear foolishness in her eyes.

Coupled with her stunningly beautiful, exotic features, her allure is off the charts.

Deng Zhe's mind went blank for a moment, and alarm bells rang wildly in his head:

Here we go again! Here we go again!

Are they using this to test their cadres again?

Who can stand this!

They're practically throwing themselves at me! How can this be allowed!

Should we accept it, or should we accept it, or should we accept it?

Damn it, why does this woman have to be the way I look at myself?

"Ahem!!" Yang Mi coughed twice, interrupting their intimate moment.

"Reba, get up! What kind of behavior is it to be clinging to a boy like that?"

"Ah!!" Reba, who had just realized what was happening, jumped up from Deng Zhe's arms, her face flushed.

With the soft, fragrant touch gone, a slightly disappointed Deng Zhe took a deep breath and looked at Yang Mi:

"Sister Mi, I know you don't trust me. But I can still sign this contract!"

"Conditions!" Yang Mi wasn't Reba, so of course she understood what Deng Zhe meant.

"First, I'm willing to sign a contract. But you can't force me to do things I don't want to do, including but not limited to announcements, commercial performances, scripts, etc."

Yang Mi raised an eyebrow: "Continue."

"Secondly," Deng Zhe held up his second finger, "the clause regarding liquidated damages in the contract is waived."

"Okay!" Yang Mi answered with unusually quick enthusiasm.

"Third... um, there's no third, let's leave it at that."

Yang Mi: "..."

This kid's pretty mischievous.

However, none of that mattered; she just wanted to keep an eye on Deng Zhe and prevent him from spreading rumors.

She resisted the urge to complain and nodded: "Okay, I'll have someone bring the contract in right away."

Soon, Yang Mi's assistant brought in a contract and a confidentiality agreement.

Deng Zhe picked up the contract and confidentiality agreement, flipped through them casually, and then signed his name.

"Aren't you afraid I'll cheat you if you don't take a closer look?" Yang Mi asked in surprise.

"Read carefully: monthly salary of 5,000, penalty for breach of contract of 10,000, two-year contract. The terms are all templated, there are no problems."

Yang Mi was even more surprised: "You figured out so much just by flipping through a few pages?"

Deng Zhe's lips curled into a smug smile: "I've always had a good memory; this is nothing!"

This is not just Deng Zhe bragging.

He discovered this ability five years ago after he transmigrated here; let's just call it a transmigrator's cheat code.

"Huh? You have that ability?"

Yang Mi suddenly regretted agreeing to his conditions. This was truly a promising talent.

With a great memory, he learns almost anything quickly—singing, dancing, acting—and his good looks, he's bound to become a star!

With a slight shift in her signature foxy eyes, an idea popped into her head.

She said nothing, signed her name on the contract, and handed him Deng Zhe's copy of the contract and confidentiality agreement.

"From now on, Deng Zhe, you are a contracted artist with Jiaxing Tianxia Film and Television Company. Welcome to the company."

Deng Zhe took the document, casually rolled it up, and stuffed it into his jeans pocket:

"Thanks for the meal, Sister Mi. I'll head home now if there's nothing else."

"Come back!!!" Yang Mi called out to him, "Why are you running away! Your work hasn't been arranged yet."

Deng Zhe turned around, looking surprised: "Still have to work??"

He thought the five thousand a month was just hush money, but he didn't expect this woman to actually go to work.

He's definitely not a good person!

Yang Mi felt like her milk ducts were blocked. How could such a bizarre thing happen? She gritted her teeth and said, "What...do you...think...about it?"

Deng Zhe sighed, looking completely dejected.

"Sister Mi, just tell me, what do you want me to do? Let me make it clear beforehand, I don't sell my skills or my body."

Damn it... Yang Mi really wanted to beat him up. Bai Run pointed at him with his finger:

"First, let me emphasize again, Jiaxing Tianxia is a legitimate company!"

"Secondly, do you have some misunderstanding about going to work? Going to work means doing real work!!! Understand?"

Her final three words, "Do you understand?", were almost shouted.

"Okay, okay!" Deng Zhe picked at his ear. "Why are you shouting so loudly? It's kind of scary."

"Phew!!!" Yang Mi let out a deep sigh of relief, his eyes sweeping over Reba, and he quickly made a decision:

"Your first job will be as Dilraba's assistant. Her assistant is on maternity leave, so you'll fill in!"

"What?!"

"ah?!"

Two exclamations rang out simultaneously.

"Mi-jie! Are you kidding me?! Me, a guy, as an assistant to a female celebrity? That's not appropriate."

Deng Zhe pointed to himself, then to Reba, who was also stunned beside him.

Dilraba was also a little flustered: "Sister Mi! This...this isn't appropriate, is it? My assistant is going to stay at my place."

Isn't this happening a little too fast? We just met this morning, and by noon we're moving in together?

Although he is handsome, I, Re, am not bad either.

What if he has inappropriate feelings for me? Should I resist?

"What's inappropriate?" Yang Mi exuded confidence.

"It's not like there aren't female celebrities in the industry who bring male assistants. Besides, isn't the apartment the company arranged for you a duplex? You can live upstairs and he can live downstairs."

After speaking, he turned to Deng Zhe, squinting at him with his fox-like eyes:

"Deng Zhe, you at least have some professional ethics, right? Or... are you hiding something?"

"Uh..." Deng Zhe gave an awkward smile, then patted his chest in a serious manner:

"How could that be? Everyone who knows me, Deng Zhe, says I'm a gentleman, the kind who reads the Spring and Autumn Annals."

"Very good." Yang Mi nodded in satisfaction. "From today onwards, you will be Dilraba's assistant. Contact me immediately if there are any unexpected situations."

After saying that, she waved her hand and said, "You guys go ahead. Dilraba will take Deng Zhe home to get familiar with the surroundings."

Deng Zhe sighed. He had been defeated by this vicious woman today.

As he walked out, he muttered to himself, "I should have stayed home and worked on Bitcoin."

Hearing a sound, Dilraba turned her head:

"What coin?"