The box office and word-of-mouth success of "Reincarnation" are already set in stone, and it has undeniably beco a dark horse, firmly occupying the top spot in the National Day release schedule.
It has even raised the standard of dostic suspense films to a new level, earning widespread admiration.
Although Jiaojiao constantly faces online trolls, the more they attack her, the more her popularity skyrockets. Besides roadshows, she and Rong Lan have recorded other variety show activities.
"What? The production team wants to go too? I’m just a producer, what do they need for?"
Qin Miaomiao was puzzled. Zhou Shu, now the manager of Yao Guang Entertainnt’s artist departnt, chuckled and said:
"President, you’ve already made a na for yourself. Even though you don’t have any works, your popularity is just as high. The show’s team has sincerely invited you; they’re urging you to attend."
Qin Miaomiao responded nonchalantly:
"Fine, I’ll go. But do I get an appearance fee?"
Zhou Shu shook his head:
"No."
"What about Jiaojiao and Rong Lan?"
"They do."
Qin Miaomiao imdiately felt disgruntled: "Didn’t they say I’m an internet celebrity now? How co they’re giving them appearance fees but not ? Are they looking down on ?"
Zhou Shu smiled helplessly: "Uh, President, this variety show is the most famous one in the country. Many top-tier stars willingly go even without an appearance fee just for the exposure."
"Fine, fine, I won’t make a fuss this ti. But rember, next ti you invite to a show, there has to be an appearance fee. After all, a president must maintain the dignity of a president, right?"
Zhou Shu had no choice but to agree reluctantly. With a boss like her, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, though what she said wasn’t entirely wrong.
The show was recorded that sa evening. By the ti they arrived onsite, there were already many audience mbers gathered there.
Backstage, they greeted a few of the show’s hosts—familiar faces from Cao i TV Station. Rong Lan remained as dazzlingly handso as ever, almost devilishly so. Just by standing there, he drew hordes of fangirls rushing forward to ask for his autograph. Even so staff mbers couldn’t contain themselves; hearts fluttered, though they tried to maintain composure.
Jiaojiao stood next to Qin Miaomiao, leaning in to whisper:
"An Emperor Rong is indeed an Emperor Rong. Just look at that face, that figure... tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Watch out—I’ll tell Jin Jing that you’ve got your eyes on soone else."
Jiaojiao scoffed dismissively: "I’ve had my eyes on plenty of people. That guy wouldn’t dare ddle. Do you think I’m like you, afraid of Lu Qing like a mouse afraid of a cat?"
"Who said I’m afraid?"
Jiaojiao clicked her tongue in disbelief: "Still acting tough? Isn’t Young Master Lu out on a business trip right now? Otherwise, I’d drag you to a nightclub."
"Not interested."
"Ha! Knew it! Total husband slave."
"I’m just not into that kind of thing. I’d rather take a look at the young hunks in the company."
Jiaojiao gave her a look of disdain: "Just admit you’re scared. Don’t try to cover it up. How about I take you to a club and order you a gigolo?"
Qin Miaomiao patted Jiaojiao on the shoulder: "Alright, you win. I’ll admit I’m chicken—gigolos are all yours to enjoy."
Rong Lan approached them, smiling faintly:
"What are you chatting about?"
"I’m trying to persuade Miaomiao to hit the club with , but she’s too scared."
A flicker of mischief crossed Rong Lan’s eyes as he chuckled:
"Nightclubs aren’t safe; it’s easy to attract the wrong attention there. Why not go to a private club instead? They’ve got plenty of gigolos and gals. Pick the one you like."
Jiaojiao lit up with enthusiasm: "Really? Emperor Rong, take there!"
"Jiaojiao, don’t make trouble. Let remind you—you’re supposed to be the company’s poster girl now, so stay in line."
Jiaojiao hooked her arm over Qin Miaomiao’s shoulder and snickered: "Alright, boss. Everything will be as the boss commands; this humble servant dares not complain."
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