"Although I’m glad you didn’t refuse, you should still think about it because this ti it’s a bit different from previous years," Harper Black explained. "This Image Ambassador role might take up so of your ti. I’m worried that with your busy schedule this year, it could affect your regular commitnts."
Harper Black didn’t even need to ask to know that, with Jane Sampson’s current popularity, she’s obviously flooded with acting offers.
Had Jane Sampson not been one of the most popular actresses online right now, coupled with her unique identity that sets her apart from typical actresses, they wouldn’t have thought of involving her in this role.
"As the Image Ambassador, you’ll need to visit a few universities to promote anti-drug awareness. This is a fixed work task. However, the timing over there can be adjusted to match your availability," Harper Black added. "Two universities in Southland, two universities in the Northland—this is what’s been planned so far."
"Sure, I’m not that busy," Jane Sampson nodded.
Jane Sampson hadn’t taken on any comrcial activities, so her schedule was relatively free.
What’s more, since she could decide the timing of this promotional work, it largely avoided potential conflicts with her existing commitnts. To be honest, Jane Sampson was quite surprised to receive this role and accepted it gladly and cheerfully.
"Alright then, send your agent’s number. I’ll have soone contact your agent directly," Harper Black reminded her. "And don’t forget to give your agent a heads-up first, so she doesn’t get caught off guard and end up refusing the offer."
"Even if I don’t say anything, Sister Tin would definitely agree to this right away upon receiving the call," Jane said. From both her personal and a comrcial standpoint, this role was all benefit and no downside for her.
After Jane Sampson finished calling Rock Bell, Old Master Black sat next to her, grinning widely. "Our little Jane truly is outstanding."
"Old Sir, please stop. If you keep praising her, she’ll grow a tail and wag it up to the heavens," Peter Gingery, who had just woken up, ca down the stairs at a leisurely pace and couldn’t resist taking a jab at Jane.
Peter Gingery was on vacation. Ever since he returned on the evening of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, he hadn’t gone back to the guard team. Every morning, he slept in until he woke up naturally. Anyone unaware of his role would never guess he was a defender.
Unlike Jas Black, Peter, even on vacation, never skipped his morning run exercise—it was as steadfast as clockwork.
"A pig has no right to talk," Jane Sampson grabbed a peanut from the table and hurled it at Peter, snapping, "Shut up."
Peter caught the peanut effortlessly, cracked it open, and popped it into his mouth with a crunch. While munching, he remarked, "By the way, Oscar Wilson asked to tell you to check your ssages. He called you just now, but your phone was busy, so he sent you a WhatsApp ssage instead."
"Huh?" Jane responded, suddenly confused. She took out her mobile phone and logged into WhatsApp. Sure enough, there were several ssages from Oscar Wilson waiting for her.
"Monkey King of Sampton, do you know what shocking news I just heard? —From Poor Youth Lee Wayne."
"Jillian Carter! Jillian Carter is getting married! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh My Mum! —From Poor Youth Lee Wayne."
"I heard she skipped the engagent and went straight to marriage. Her wedding feast is set for 20 days later! Oh My Mum! —From Poor Youth Lee Wayne."
"Her future husband is a defender, seemingly a sowhat high-ranking officer. A few days ago, he went to her grandparents’ village to visit them, and then—bam!—the two hit it off just like that! —From Poor Youth Lee Wayne."
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