I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

After pausing for several seconds, Wang Jinhua decided to explain the seriousness of the matter to Xiao Chen again.

"Xiao Chen, listen to what Aunt Hua has to say."

"The Spring Festival Gala is broadcast live. What if, I mean, what if, you forget your lines on stage, or get nervous?"

"The whole nation was watching! There's no second chance, you know that?"

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Chen couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Wang Jinhua's nervous tone.

He certainly understood what Wang Jinhua meant.

But he understands the significance of the Spring Festival Gala better than anyone else in this era.

The 1994 Spring Festival Gala was incredibly high-quality.

In an era of extreme scarcity of entertainment options, watching the Spring Festival Gala on television on New Year's Eve is an unwavering tradition for the Chinese people.

Moreover, at this time, the Spring Festival Gala stage was still a place where true artists competed for attention.

Every program has undergone rigorous testing and refinement; only the most talented performers are allowed to take the stage.

Those idol stars who were forced into the Spring Festival Gala by relying on popularity and capital in later generations are not even worthy of shining shoes for this era.

If he can deliver a stunning performance on this stage, the national recognition and popularity he gains will be something that ten "Shaolin Popeye" movies couldn't buy.

Fame means choice.

He never wanted to repeat the fate of his previous life, where he possessed great acting skills but could only play insignificant, marginal roles.

He wants to stand at the top, select the best scripts, and collaborate with the best teams.

The Spring Festival Gala was the accelerator that propelled him onto this path.

Xiao Chen's voice came through the receiver.

"Aunt Hua, I know."

"I won't be nervous, and I won't make any mistakes. Just say yes."

Wang Jinhua was completely at her wit's end.

This little guy is completely unresponsive.

That idea is so big it's outrageous!

She took a deep breath and resigned herself to changing the question.

"Okay, then tell me, what program should we submit?"

"You can't exactly perform a whole set of Hung Kuen on stage, can you?"

Xiao Chen dragged out the words, a sly smile appearing on his little face.

"It's a TV show..."

"Aunt Hua, don't worry, I'll bring the show to you in a couple of days."

After saying that, he added a sentence crisply and decisively.

Goodbye, Aunt Hua!

"Why……"

Before Wang Jinhua could even say "wait," the phone went dead.

Wang Jinhua was extremely helpless.

Did they bring a program to see her?

What kind of program can a three-year-old child bring?

Is he going to bring his Little Tyrant learning machine to perform a Super Mario level completion routine?

Wang Jinhua scratched her hair in frustration, feeling that none of the problems she had encountered since starting her career were as difficult as the one in front of her.

Forget it.

We'll wait two days if we want.

She wanted to see what this little guy was really up to!

……

These past two days have felt like an eternity for Wang Jinhua.

She couldn't eat well or sleep well.

If you close your eyes, you can picture Xiao Chen crying her heart out on stage during the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala.

She even contacted several recitation teachers, thinking that if Xiao Chen's performance involved reciting poems, she could at least cram at the last minute.

On the morning of the third day, there was finally a knock on the office door.

Wang Jinhua's assistant poked his head in.

"Sister Hua! Sister Ye has brought Xiao Chen!"

Wang Jinhua jumped up from her chair and quickly went out to greet them.

As soon as she stepped out of the office, she saw the center of attention in the crowd.

Xiao Chen was wearing a blue suit jacket and shiny black leather shoes today.

He was being led by the hand by Ye Huimei, looking exactly like a little prince straight out of a fairy tale.

All the company employees, both men and women, gathered around.

"Oh my god, it's Xiao Chen! He's even cuter in person than on TV!"

"That little face, those big eyes, she's so beautiful!"

"Hello Xiaochen, I'm Aunt Zhang from the planning department!"

"Chenchen, let's take a picture together with your sister!"

The entire office area instantly transformed into a massive fan meeting scene because of Xiao Chen's arrival.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Wang Jinhua's headache worsened.

She squeezed through the crowd, grabbed Ye Huimei and Xiao Chen, and headed towards her office, scolding her employees as she went.

"Get to work!"

"You don't have to go to work anymore, right?"

At a command, the employees reluctantly dispersed.

Once inside the office and with the door closed, Wang Jinhua didn't even have time to drink a sip of water before squatting down.

"Xiao Chen, you've finally arrived."

"Tell Aunt Hua quickly, what exactly is the program you've prepared?"

"Will it be a poetry recitation or a storytelling?"

She wanted to arrange for the teacher to come in advance!

Ye Huimei also looked at her son with curiosity; she had been kept in the dark for two days as well.

However, Xiao Chen did not answer her question directly.

His dark eyes darted around, curiously surveying Wang Jinhua's office.

After a long pause, he finally asked a question that caught both adults present off guard.

"Aunt Hua,"

"Do you...have a recording studio here?"

Wang Jinhua was stunned, her mind not quite processing what was happening.

"What?"

A recording studio?

What does Xiao Chen need a recording studio for?

Ye Huimei also looked bewildered.

"Chenchen, what do you need the recording studio for?"

Xiao Chen ignored his mother's question and just watched Wang Jinhua repeat it again.

"Aunt Hua, is there?"

Wang Jinhua's brain was working at lightning speed.

A recording studio?

Is it...

No way!

Wang Jinhua's expression turned terrified, and her voice changed tone.

"Xiao Chen, you...you wouldn't be thinking of...singing, would you?"

Xiao Chen nodded heavily, a sickeningly sweet smile spreading across his face.

"Yes!"

"I want to sing a song!"

Good guy.

Wang Jinhua almost fainted.

It really was singing.

This was the most outrageous and riskiest of all the options she could think of.

A three-year-old child is supposed to sing live in front of billions of people?

That was a complete suicide attack!

Wang Jinhua felt dizzy and almost pleaded as she spoke.

"My little darling! Singing is no joke!"

"The sound equipment for the Spring Festival Gala is top-notch; even the slightest flaw will be magnified!"

"If you sing even one note off-key, the whole country will be able to tell!"

"How about we try something different? We could memorize a Tang poem, or practice a set of martial arts moves—that's safer than singing!"

Wang Jinhua felt like she had gone mad.

Making a child star famous is not easy, but ruining a child star is enough with just one mistake on the Spring Festival Gala.

Xiao Chen remained remarkably calm.

He was certainly aware of the risks.

He raised his head, looked directly into Wang Jinhua's anxious eyes, and said, word by word.

"Aunt Hua, please trust me this once."

Xiao Chen's eyes were very clear. Wang Jinhua originally wanted to say something, but after seeing Xiao Chen's eyes, she couldn't say a word for no reason.

His eyes were clear and bright, yet they carried an undeniable power.

She sighed and nodded somewhat helplessly.

"……good."

"Come with me."

From the moment she decided to sign on as Xiao Chen's agent, Wang Jinhua felt like she had gone mad.

They were completely led by the nose by a three-year-old child.

But since they've already gone mad...

Let's go crazy to the end!