Rong Xianning received a call from Ding ng on the way to Zirui Pavilion.
"Seven o’clock tonight at Zirui Pavilion, I’ve booked a private room to celebrate your successful middle school exams."
Zirui Pavilion again.
Rong Xianning pursed his lips, "President Ding, I..."
Before he could refuse, Ding ng quickly interrupted, "I have sothing important to discuss with you, it’s about your future. I know you have high ambitions, and the opportunity I’m fighting for you, you’ll definitely not want to refuse. You’ll know when you get here."
Ding ng hung up the phone and returned to the private room, smiling apologetically to the middle-aged man sitting inside, "Xiao Rong just finished his exams, he’ll be here soon. When you et this kid, you’ll see he won’t disappoint you."
The man was a typical successful middle-aged man’s stereotype, bald with a big belly, unimpressive in appearance, paired with shrewd little eyes that made people dislike him.
But since he was the Hua Country representative for Interstellar Entertainnt, calling him a representative wasn’t accurate. Interstellar Entertainnt didn’t have business in Hua Country, but now they needed soone familiar here for casting selection, to handle communication and coordination.
Wu Hao from QX Entertainnt had personal ties with a senior figure at Interstellar Entertainnt, and thus he smoothly obtained this opportunity.
Wu Hao’s QX Entertainnt was once a big company in the industry, having promoted many stars. Unfortunately, in this fiercely competitive circle, it only shone for a couple of years before being overshadowed by newcors.
This ti, climbing the ladder of Interstellar Entertainnt ant a turnaround and revenge for past failures.
To secure this audition opportunity, Ding ng had to humor this distasteful man.
Wu Hao squinted his small eyes, revealing so lust under the influence of alcohol, and reached out to touch Ding ng’s hand.
"Do you know how many people invited to dinner today? I turned them all down just to co to your appointnt, and what does that tell you?"
Ding ng felt that greasy big hand rubbing against hers, so nauseous she almost vomited, but she had to endure, forcing out a smile as her face flushed green.
"It shows President Wu trusts , it’s my honor," she said.
"Wrong, I like you," he countered.
As he spoke, his hand moved upwards, "Ding ng, back then you were indifferent to , and now you’re obediently submitting to ."
He didn’t see Ding ng’s face twisted with suppressed emotion, he was doing it on purpose, feeling very smug inside.
They were college classmates; he pursued Ding ng when he was young. Back then, Ding ng had high ambitions, not only did she dismiss him, but she also publicly humiliated him, and he had held onto that grudge ever since. Fortunately, fate gave him a chance to get his revenge.
Ding ng hesitated for a mont, "What did you say, President Wu?"
Seizing this chance, she subtly retreated a little, escaping Wu Hao’s greasy hand.
Wu Hao wouldn’t let her have this opportunity, catching her hand in a firm grip.
Wu Hao scrutinized Ding ng’s face, questioning, "You don’t rember ?"
Ding ng was at a loss, "President Wu, we haven’t t before, have we?"
Wu Hao’s face instantly beca livid, his chubby face twisted at once, gripping Ding ng’s hand so tightly that she cried out in pain.
"You actually forgot ? You actually forgot ? You despicable woman..."
Ding ng’s face imdiately darkened.
She endured the smile not to offer the other party more leverage. Did he really think he was of great importance?
"President Wu, mind your manners."
She tried to shake off Wu Hao’s greasy hand, but found she couldn’t.
"If you continue, I’ll call the police."
Wu Hao sneered, "Go ahead. But that pretty boy you’re keeping will never get the chance."
Ding ng laughed in outrage, "You’re threatening ?"
It’s just one role; if it’s a dead end, there are other paths. She couldn’t stand this humiliation.
Wu Hao triumphantly stated, "Interstellar Entertainnt has put in charge of this casting. If I spread the word to blacklist that pretty boy, who do you think they’ll listen to, or you?"
Ding ng’s face suddenly turned white.
There’s a saying about a ship sinking with its nails; no one expected this outdated Wu Hao to have the chance to climb up Interstellar Entertainnt, a world-class star-making factory, where even a sliver of opportunity could support many people.
If he spreads the word, considering the reputation of Interstellar Entertainnt, people might indeed heed Wu Hao.
In this industry, it’s always about connections and resources.
Without connections and resources, talents like Rong Xianning could only be buried.
Ding ng took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, "What exactly do you want?"
Wu Hao’s hand caressed her back, enjoying the mont, "I want you..."
Ding ng: ...
She suddenly took Wu Hao’s arm, smiling coyly, "President Wu, if you say it like that, I’ll be frank. Let’s agree I’ll keep you company, and you give the role to Xiao Rong. No going back, if you break the promise, you’ll be struck by lightning."
Wu Hao: ...
Looking at her aging face, plastered with an ingratiating and sycophantic smile, he suddenly felt a lack of interest.
"Do you know how many people have their eyes on this role? If I blatantly give it to him, won’t others suspect there’s sothing shady going on? At most, I’ll give him an audition opportunity, whether he gets selected depends on his own ability."
Ding ng sneered inwardly, pretending to be ignorant while knowing full well.
Wu Hao withdrew his hand, saying he would stand up: "President He’s of Platinum Entertainnt invited , so I won’t stay."
He Qian?
Ding ng narrowed her eyes.
He Qian has Xu Si and Chen Shucheng under him.
Chen Shucheng has already beco hugely popular, although he’s in his mid-twenties, his baby face maintains a youthful look, making him a perfect fit to play a high school student.
Chen Shucheng also has fa and work achievents, from any perspective, his chances are great.
Not to ntion he has a competent agent, and He Qian, that old fox, is an expert at snatching roles.
Seeing Wu Hao about to leave, Ding ng gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "President Wu, wait a mont...."
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Rong Xianning arrived at Zirui Pavilion, and Ding ng’s assistant Ye Zi was waiting for him at the entrance.
"You’ve finally arrived, I’ll take you to the private room."
Rong Xianning said indifferently, "I’m not here to et President Ding."
Ye Zi was taken aback.
Rong Xianning looked towards the nearby waiter: "Red Plum Garden."
The waiter received instructions through the earpiece and imdiately stepped forward, guiding Rong Xianning towards the elevator respectfully, followed closely by his bodyguard Xiao Hu.
Ye Zi quickly caught up once she realized.
Rong Xianning wasn’t there to see President Ding, then who was he eting?
The private rooms at Zirui Pavilion also have different levels: Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum; Red Plum, Quiet Orchid, Green Bamboo, and Snow Chrysanthemum. Red Plum is the highest level suite, President Ding was hosting at Snow Chrysanthemum tonight.
Which big shot did Rong Xianning know to host at Red Plum Garden?
Red Plum Garden is on the third floor, Ye Zi stayed by Rong Xianning’s side, and the waiter assud they were together, otherwise, guests without a reservation couldn’t enter the third floor.
Ye Zi cautiously stayed by Rong Xianning, barely breathing, secretly pulling out her phone to ssage Ding ng.
The third-floor decor was vastly different from elsewhere, with pavilions, towers, rock gardens and streams, it had an ancient charm, with faint sounds of pipa music.
The waiter escorted Rong Xianning to a door and knocked gently.
Soon, a clear and cold female voice ca from inside: "Co in."
Rong Xianning took a deep breath, and as the waiter opened the door, he stepped inside.
Ye Zi instinctively tried to follow but was stopped by Xiao Hu.
Ye Zi glared at him: "Do you know who’s inside?"
"Xiao Rong’s friend."
"Aren’t you afraid he’ll be deceived?" Ye Zi stamped her foot in worry, trying to peer inside, but the waiter closed the door, blocking her view.
Xiao Hu crossed his arms and sat on a chair by the door with a detached and nonchalant manner.
Ye Zi had no choice but to call Ding ng.
When Ding ng made up her mind, she received Ye Zi’s call.
Upon hearing that Rong Xianning went to Red Plum Garden for a eting, she was quite surprised.
As far as she knew, Red Plum Garden wasn’t a place that just any wealthy person could book.
This kid Rong Xianning wasn’t possibly being tricked.
She imdiately called Rong Xianning, but he didn’t pick up.
Ding ng couldn’t feel at ease, swiftly got up and left.
Wu Hao was livid: "Ding ng, I already gave you a chance, don’t make lose my patience."
Ding ng didn’t want to fall out with Wu Hao, "President Wu, I have sothing urgent to attend to, I’ll be back soon, you go ahead and order while waiting."
With that, she hurried out.
Wu Hao felt Ding ng was just making excuses to run away, clearly planning a face-off.
Thinking of old shas from decades ago, with new and old grudges combining, he had the urge to strangle Ding ng.
He took out his phone and made a call.
"Mr. He, Zirui Pavilion, if you bring Shu Cheng to have a drink with tonight, the role goes to your Shu Cheng, you know I have that power."
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