Translator: _Min
The director was deeply satisfied, opening another bottle of red wine, determined not to sober up that night.
The producer, sipping a drink, expressed admiration: âTeacher Si truly is a treasure. Before the show started, I thought we would rely on Queen Lu and Lin Qingyan to boost the showâs popularity.â
Who could have expected Si Fuqing to outshine everyone with her appearance?
âItâs good that we realized quickly,â the director agreed. âThe next four episodes will heavily depend on Teacher Si.â
The producer nodded, suddenly inquiring, âDid we get a reply to the invitation we sent to Glenn?â
âThe notification showed that it was signed a week ago, but thereâs been no response,â the assistant shook his head. âProbably none will come. Many have invited Glenn. How could our show catch his attention?â
âItâs not necessarily so,â the planner mused. âI have a feeling that Teacher Si might be the breakthrough. You never knowâ¦â
Inverting character archetypes to attract fans â he understood this principle well.
But the issue was that this âinversionâ wasnât orchestrated by the production team; it was Si Fuqing who took the initiative.
First singing, then playing bass, each time she shook the world. Who knew what else Si Fuqing was capable of?
The producer lit a cigarette, his hand trembling slightly in excitement.
He couldnât wait to see what surprises the final formation night would bring.
Meanwhile.
After dinner, Si Fuqing returned to her apartment.
Fresh from a bath, she dried her hair while approaching her computer.
Little Bai lay comfortably beside her, humming contentedly.
It had eaten its fill today.
The dog boss was magnificent, even removing impurities before feeding it gold.
âStrange,â Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes. âWhy arenât you pestering me for gold today?â
Little Bai, a bit nervous, whimpered and lay down, exposing its soft belly in a cute pose.
What if its master found out someone fed it gold? Would she cut back on its regular food?
âGood girl, finally saving Daddy some money,â Si Fuqing patted its head.
âDaddy is relieved.â
Little Bai rolled its eyes.
Thankfully, its master didnât know about the large gold brick it had eaten.
Si Fuqing opened her sketchbook, scanned two of her fashion designs, and created a file package.
She then opened her email, entering Glennâs email address.
Si Fuqing paused, pondering for a moment.
Seconds later, she deleted that address and entered another one.
She wrote a name in the message body and hit send.
After sending, she collapsed onto her bed and quickly fell asleep.
At this time, in Glenn, an international artistic sanctuary.
This place gathered renowned actors, singers, and geniuses in painting and sculpture from around the world.
Street artists hoping to be discovered by Glenn werenât allowed in the central area, performing nearby, all dreaming of being signed by a talent scout one day.
Nighttime in the Great Xia Empire, daytime here.
In an office.
A nearly forty-year-old man with brown hair and blue eyes worked diligently.
âMr. Mel,â his assistant entered, âseveral shows from the Great Xia Empire invited you, including invitations. One of themâ¦â
She opened an exquisite invitation: âItâs called âYouth With Youâ, modeled after a foreign hundred-people talent show.
âNo time, no interest,â Mel dismissed without looking up. âI know without seeing. These shows focus on popular stars, ignoring real talent and art. Nothing worth watching.â
Did he really think the entertainment industry in Great Xia was still like decades ago, with talents emerging, gathering a crowd, and inspiring international imitation?
Or perhaps during the days when Yun Lan was still around?
Even if they bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, Mel didnât want to sully his eyes.
The assistant nodded, gathering the invitations to store them away in the storeroom.
âIâm going to see the finished garments at Lanâs headquarters,â Mel stood up. âWith the film festival approaching, we canât slack off on the wardrobe. Please clear my schedule for the next two days.â
The assistant agreed and set off to prepare his itinerary.
Lanâs headquarters wasnât far, just a few kilometers away.
Mel arrived at Lanâs main building quickly.
âMr. Mel, welcome,â a staff member greeted him warmly. âYouâre here to see the finished garments, right? Everything is ready, this way please.â
âThank you. Is there a chance to meet with Mr. Gu today?â Melâs demeanor was markedly different from before. âOr when might Mr. Gu be available? Iâd like to invite him for a meal.â
âIâm sorry, Mr. Mel, Mr. Gu has been very busy lately,â the secretary shook her head. âHe really doesnât have the time.â
Mel felt regretful.
In recent years, Lan had produced fewer core designs.
Only Mr. Gu Wenzhu was still actively designing.
Everyone in Glenn wanted to meet him, but they all faced rejection.
Mel had been waiting for two years to meet Gu Wenzhu without success.
It made sense.
Such a top international designer indeed wouldnât have time for him.
The staff led Mel inside.
Meanwhile, on the eightieth floor.
Gu Wenzhu was in his office, reading a newspaper with a cup of tea by his side.
âTeacher,â the secretary knocked and entered. âYour personal email received several messages. Iâve cleared the spam for you.â
âThereâs one thatâs not spam. Itâs labeled as a design and requests Lan to create it based on the design.â
âHow did a design get into my personal email?â Gu Wenzhu adjusted his glasses. âDoes it say who sent it?â
His personal email wasnât Lanâs public submission address, and not many knew it.
Though it had been leaked once.
âIâm sorry, Teacher,â the secretary shook his head. âThe address is blank, the sender encrypted it. Without your permission, I didnât open it.â Gu Wenzhu nodded, not saying more, and sipped his tea.
The secretary understood, âIâll delete it right away.â
Gu Wenzhu gestured for him to leave.
But suddenly, as if struck by a thought, his hand trembled violently, he said, âWait, donât delete it! Bring it here, let me see!â Surprised and puzzled, the secretary complied.
He brought over the laptop and opened the email.
Gu Wenzhu put on his reading glasses. He didnât look at the attachment, but directly at the body of the email.
There were no unnecessary words, just a signature.
Luna.
Ordinary, but that wasnât important.
Gu Wenzhuâs gaze slid further down, landing on two characters written in the language he was most familiar with.
Yun Lan..