Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

11.8 - A true bottoming out

As soon as Duan Yaosi got into the car after finishing his tomb sweeping, he felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at it and saw that it was an email from his secretary.

Opening the email, Duan Yaosi discovered that it was a list of artists that Tianyu had focused on cultivating in recent years that he had asked his secretary to compile some time ago.

Spirit Sword has been in preparation for nearly half a year, but there are still many roles that have not been officially confirmed. As a producer, Duan Yaosi wanted to take the opportunity of the cocktail party to inspect his artists and officially finalize the cast list one by one.

It also allows the crew and directors of Spirit Sword who are about to collaborate for the second time to get familiar with and communicate with each other. It is also another way to promote Spirit Sword on a small scale in the circle in a different way.

Looking at the list of unfamiliar names, Duan Yaosi couldn't think of any artist's face in the list. Instead, the look of a young man in embarrassment in the pouring rain suddenly appeared in his mind.

With a slight pause of his fingers, the information that the secretary had searched for recently and the comments of the next broker appeared one by one in front of Duan Yaosi's eyes.

Name: Ying Chufei

Advantages: Excellent appearance, strong camera sense

Disadvantages: Not enough seats, a lot of dirty water

Talent: One in a million

Cultivability index: ★★★★☆

Forecast risk index: ★★★★★

Final comment: Although I have regrets, I recommend giving up internally.

Thinking about what he learned about the late public relations incident and the few internal suggestions to give up, Duan Yaosi, who was sitting in the back seat, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Obviously, this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and the so-called internal suggestions obviously come from certain personal forces in Tianyu.

The strong fingers of the man in the back seat were tapping the phone screen rhythmically, and the clanging sound echoed in the car, intertwining into a melodious string.

When the final three minutes passed, the man's fingertips stopped.

I saw him light up the screen of his mobile phone and send a sentence.

Add a name - Ying Chufei.

Internal advice? Ha, he wanted to see who was behind the scenes within Tianyu.

...

Because he was already graduating from college, Chu Jingran spent his last night in the school's dormitory. It was said to be a dormitory, but in fact he was the only one who actually lived there. After all, in today's society, how many people really want to live in a dormitory? There are really not many people who can squeeze into a dormitory, not to mention that this is a Chinese opera.

After simply packing up his few luggage, Chu Jingran returned the keys to the management office when he went downstairs and returned to his rental house.

But not long after returning home, he unexpectedly received a phone call.

"...Come to my office as soon as possible."

Looking at the hung up phone in his hand, and recalling the complicated sigh conveyed in the other party's words during the call just now, Chu Jingran's lips curved into an unknown smile.