Pei Muchan didnât know what her little assistant had imagined, but she didnât care much about othersâ opinions of her; she always kept a low profile and was reticent when dealing with the outside world.
Back when she parted ways with Xinghai Entertainment.
Pei Muchan had already prepared to pay a penalty fee, but to her surprise, the other party sent someone to threaten her, something hard to imagine coming from a publicly-traded company.
That was far beyond her understanding, and when she couldnât handle the situation, she could only go home to discuss it with her father, Pei.
In fact, the situation wasnât as mysterious; Peiâs father had many old comrades who were still active. It just so happened to be during a crackdown against organized crime when they entrusted him with this issue.
So⦠it was mostly a matter of coincidence that was taken as an example.
Although Xinghai Entertainment was named, it only shook them up a little after some action was taken; it didnât hurt their fundamentals. But they did straighten up their act, and didnât collect much in terms of the penalty fees.
There are three things most taboo in the entertainment industry: being intrusive in shallow relationships, lacking self-awareness, and being too transparent.
Naturally, Pei Muchan wouldnât explain; she just continued to be herself.
About ten minutes later, a staff member from Jutai knocked on the door outside the resting room, notifying that the previous programâs rehearsal was almost over and that they should get ready.
The staff of Jutai would always call you âdearâ; it was like a part of their corporate culture.
You could say that half of the entertainment industryâs idols had been on Jutai. There were sweet idols, and there were confused celebrities. Hence, the staff here spoke softly and gently.
The entertainment industry is a mixed bag, with many stars who show two different faces on and off camera. The quality of celebrities behind the scenes is uneven; you could even say some are mean-spirited and malicious.
After shooting a few dramas, their heads are in the clouds. Then they start setting up imaginary enemies, fighting openly and secretly with others, and if they canât win outright, they resort to underhanded tactics.
Two-thirty in the morning is a normal working hour for the unique all-night culture at Jutai.
When the program ended, the mainstay host He appeared. Not very tall but with a strong presence, he walked on stage and naturally introduced the next segment.
âWhen we think of âblue and white porcelain,â the image of those jade-like ceramic pieces inevitably come to mind. Thereâs also a song that gives deeper meaning to âblue and white porcelain.â
âLetâs welcome with applause, Pei Muchan bringing us the song âBlue and White Porcelainâ!!!â@@novelbin@@
The host retreated to the back of the stage, the stage lights and effects were prepared, and Pei Muchan, in full makeup, went up. Below the stage, there werenât many people, just some scriptwriters and a few scattered stars who hadnât left.
As the music started and the stage effects followed, Pei Muchanâs stage presence was still stable.
âThe azure sky after the rain, and I am waiting for youâ¦â
After the rehearsal, Pei Muchan bowed slightly to the stage crew and other staff present. Then, without staying long, she left the studio with her assistant in a hurry.
In the audience, a male artist watched Pei Muchanâs retreating figure thoughtfully.
He had originally planned to watch Zhao the Beautyâs rehearsal; she was one of the hot, rising âFour Little National Favoritesâ of the year, and her segment was scheduled right after Pei Muchanâs.
After seeing the rehearsal of âBlue and White Porcelain,â he felt somewhat unable to snap back to reality. How could live singing, with the microphone fully open, feel even more powerful than digital enhancements?
Furthermore, when Pei Muchan appeared on stage, her aura was like that of the moon on a spring river, instantly capturing the attention of everyone present, giving them the impression of âbeauty emerging from a deep well, blossoming flowers awaking the spring.â
âDoesnât she mingle with others?â
Hearing this, the assistant beside him replied in a low voice.
âPei Muchan has always been like that, a minor singer. Perhaps itâs pride; everyone here is a powerhouse who has dominated the hot searches over the past year.â
The little assistant knew how to talk, and the male artist nodded, agreeing that he himself was indeed a powerhouse.
âShe is⦠quite pretty, itâs just that I donât know what she looks like without makeup. We start recording tomorrow, so try to make contact with her assistant and get her contact details or something.â
âOkay, bro,â the little assistant answered.
The male artist turned his head, looking at Zhao the Beauty singing on the stage. Thick makeup, slightly immature dance moves, and not overly proficient professional skills.
He had been quite looking forward to it, but now he felt a lack of enthusiasm.
The song wasnât great, the person wasnât great.
Pei Muchan returned to her hotel to rest, and her assistant He Xiu canceled the hotelâs breakfast service overnight. In fact, Pei Muchan was accustomed to eating out; it was only her who ate the hotel breakfast.
Although He Xiu felt that Pei Muchanâs words were a bit exaggerated, after some deliberation, she still called off the breakfast service.
She slept until 8:30 the next day.
He Xiu got up groggily with bloodshot eyes to wash up, all because Pei, no matter how late she slept, would definitely go downstairs at nine oâclock to buy breakfast herself.
At 8:50, she rubbed her eyes and opened the door to knock on her bossâs door next door.
Yawning, she hadnât yet turned around when she glanced down and was drawn to a breakfast sitting at the door; both her and Pei Muchanâs doors had one.
âDidnât I cancel the breakfast last night?â
She was first stunned, then dumbfounded, and suddenly her face changed color. She shook like a sieve for a while before remembering to call the hotel reception to confirm.
Just as she took out her phone, the next door opened.
Pei Muchan glanced at her pale-faced little assistant and then at the breakfast on the ground.
âIs this the breakfast you ordered?â
He Xiuâs head shook like a rattle; she was completely scared stiff.
âNo, I specifically canceled it last night.â
âDonât contact the hotel reception yet, letâs get rid of this,â Pei Muchan said, looking down with care, âRemember to dispose of it separately, so no one accidentally eats it.â
COMMENT
0 comment
Vote
3 left
SEND GIFT