Watching Zhou Lianjia’s zealous pitch, Annan couldn’t help but want to laugh, which in a way proved Yuran’s ability and her ability to impress others.
Yuran wasn’t impatient, but instead, she watched Zhou Lianjia with a hint of amusent. "Miss Zhou, no matter how tough it is, it was my choice."
The underlying ssage was, the path one chooses oneself, one must follow even on their knees.
Zhou Lianjia wasn’t foolish. She understood the implication well. The better she understood it, the more she appreciated Yuran, suddenly bursting into laughter, "Although it’s a pity, I choose to respect your decision! You’re different from others."
Isn’t that the difference?
If a newcor had received such an offer, they might not have been overly moved, but definitely would have wavered a bit, yet Yuran did not. Not only did she not waver, but she also kept rebutting her.
Yuran smiled, "Thanks a lot."
Zhou Lianjia quickly waved her hands, "No, no, no, if there’s a chance to collaborate in the future, count in."
Yuran: "..."
Annan: "..."
...
"Miss, did I see you greatly admire that girl just now?" Zhou Lianjia on her way back, the driver in front said, who was both her driver and her agent.
Yuran’s guess was right, Zhou Lianjia was indeed the heiress of Hualan.
Even the driver had multiple identities, including being a bodyguard.
Zhou Lianjia fiddled with her phone in the back seat, searching M.YU, and Yuran was linked with M.YU. This piece of information appeared to be no secret. Hearing this, she raised her head, and eting the eyes of the person in the rearview mirror, she suddenly smiled.
"Asi, do you know? Watching her perform today, I just kept feeling that I hope she goes on performing non-stop, don’t stop; her potential is too great. I wanted to sign her to our company.
But...she refused , even though I offered an incredibly generous deal; I still couldn’t persuade her."
"Does she have big ambitions?" Asi asked.
Zhou Lianjia shook her head, "If she did, I’d be happy, but no, she doesn’t seem to care much about these things; she wants to establish her own studio.
Alright, let’s not talk about her, to each their own. Anyway, I want to collaborate with her in the future if possible."
Asi puzzled, "So, Miss, you an she has a high chance of getting the role this ti?"
Zhou Lianjia nodded, a hint of challenge in her brow, "Not just high, it’s hers."
For soone as discerning as Miss, such praise was indeed rare.
A similar situation unfolded in Zu Shiting’s car, where her agent asked how the audition went. Compared to the harmonious atmosphere in Zhou Lianjia’s car, it was much colder here.
Zu Shiting, just a newcor less than two years into the industry, and her agent was known for being strict. She mumbled, "Hard to say."
Her agent frowned at her, "I’ve seen the profiles of a few people who auditioned at the sa ti; you have quite an advantage. What do you an by ’hard to say’? If you can’t land this role, you know you’ll need to share so of your resources?"
Zu Shiting nodded, "I know."
"Alright, I won’t say more. I have many artists under and can’t look after all. If you can’t cut it, I’ll replace you. We can’t afford to waste all the resources on one who doesn’t bring any return."
Zu Shiting remained silent, her agent too stopped talking, as it always ended up in silence.
Things were much more relaxed on Yuran’s side. She leaned back in her seat pretending to nap, while Annan drove and humd a tune; Yuran asked, "Why are you so happy? Is there good news?"
"I feel like you have a great chance of getting the role. You tell if I shouldn’t be happy."
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