After hanging up the phone, Yuran realized one thing: when Bo Yan started to tease people, it truly had nothing to do with her.
At the end of the day, as usual, Yuran dropped off the person at the designated hotel. Qin Yunong called out to her again, "Yuran, let’s talk."
Yuran genuinely did not want to spend ti dealing with such people. Professionalism and upbringing told her not to be too impolite. She didn’t respond, nor did she leave; instead, she stood in place, making eye contact with Qin Yunong.
"Miss Qin can speak here. I have other matters, and ti is tight."
She had promised Qi Younian to make a trip to the studio to discuss Lu Xiao’s issue. To her, Qin Yunong was an irrelevant individual—not worth the ti she would waste.
Qin Yunong was displeased but hid her emotions well. Staring into Yuran’s eyes, she said, "I ntioned to Professor Lin that it’s just you representing and leading our team.
You might not be able to cover so areas of knowledge, so we are preparing to let the students who ca second and third also join us."
Unexpectedly, Yuran showed no change in expression, her eyes filled with profound aning. Qin Yunong almost couldn’t withstand that piercing gaze that seed to see through her pettiness.
However, she heard Yuran say, "Fine, you are the team leader of the opposite party, and your opinion naturally carries decision-making power. Let know once you’ve discussed it with Professor Lin, or I don’t need to lead again. I have no objections to that either."
Having said that, Yuran turned and walked away without looking back.
Qin Yunong was filled with doubts about Yuran once again. Faced with unfair treatnt, why could she remain so calm? Over these days, she realized how much the students she brought liked Yuran.
They would occasionally ask privately if they could invite her to dine with them.
She had turned them all down.
Qin Yunong was in a bad mood, feeling a sensation of losing control, which made her uneasy.
Having stood in the sa spot for a while, she turned around and saw a student whose presence she hadn’t noticed until now. This student was quite unique, and Qin Yunong had a very deep impression of him.
A mber of the royal family of the United Arab Emirates—pretty much a prince.
Yet, he was low-profile, with part of his na concealed, known to few.
"Nasser, what are you doing here?" Qin Yunong asked, her gaze sizing him up, trying to deduce from his expression whether he had overheard what she had just said.
Nasser looked at Qin Yunong with an unapologetically discourteous tone, "I heard what you said to Yuran just now. Why? We are extrely satisfied with her as our leader and have no thoughts of replacing her.
Why would Miss Qin decide on matters we don’t need without our consent?"
Qin Yunong’s face changed instantly, wanting to explain sothing, but Nasser did not seem very keen to listen, "I will tell my companions everything I know when I go back. If Miss Qin insists, the event will be canceled tomorrow."
After a pleasant period of adaptation, they were very satisfied with Yuran’s knowledge and eloquence. The event was ending in three days, and they did not wish to spend ti getting to know soone new.
Qin Yunong watched Nasser’s retreating figure with a gloomy look in her eyes.
The United Arab Emirates was not like Diyang; she couldn’t cover the sky with one hand. The opportunity was hard to co by, and she wanted to achieve outstanding results. This incident had to stop here.
Otherwise, she had no way of knowing whether Nasser would make things difficult for her when he returned.
Deep down, her resentnt towards Yuran increased a notch.
Anyway, after encountering Yuran, everything she did seed to go wrong.
...
Ran Studio.
Qi Younian recruited six people for the studio, each one younger than the last. In Qi Younian’s words, they were young, willing to work hard, and had unlimited potential, making them convenient to train.
Only one of them was relatively older, having once been an S-level agent at RSM, but due to certain reasons, he resigned, taking the bla upon himself, and his career had languished, nearly blacklisted for ten years.
This year, he was nearly forty and looked sowhat weather-beaten.
When Yuran t him, she was a bit surprised. Qi Younian introduced him, "Kang Zhenyu, Brother Zhenyu, this is our other shareholder, Yuran."
Kang Zhenyu was sowhat nervous. Although Qi Younian told him that since he had been signed on, there would be no doubts cast, and the incident he was wrongfully involved in was really...
So he was apprehensive, concerned that Yuran might dredge up the past, bringing up old affairs, but he didn’t expect Yuran to extend her hand with a smile that bent her brows and eyes, "Brother Kang, welco to our team."
Kang Zhenyu relaxed a bit, and his expression wasn’t so rigid anymore. He had been found by Qi Younian at the lowest point of his life and signed, and deep down, he wanted to repay the person who had lent him a helping hand.
Therefore, when Qi Younian repeatedly assured him that he would have a chance to prove himself, Kang Zhenyu erged from the nightmare, wanting to return to the public eye, even though the current studio was still a very inconspicuous one.
After seeing Qi Younian’s plan, Kang Zhenyu didn’t believe the studio would remain this way forever.
Yuran followed Qi Younian into his office. Along the way, she greeted the staff and took out her phone to order afternoon tea for everyone.
One employee couldn’t help but wail, "President Qi, look at President Yu and then at yourself. By comparison, you’re practically a Ge Langtai."
Qi Younian walked over and silenced them all.
Yuran teased cheerfully, "Everyone, trust in President Qi. I’m just a guest trying to curry favor. Your direct leader is President Qi, so don’t block your own path."
The staff’s expressions changed instantly: "..."
President Yu, you’re too bad.
Watching everyone wail in misery, Yuran felt a sense of mischievous pleasure, swinging her phone, "To appease everyone, I’m going to send out red envelopes now. Focus on your work."
Qi Younian looked helplessly at the person who was creating excitent and laughed, "You don’t have to be so vigorous, it’s not easy to manage them."
Yuran still made good on her promise, and in the last second before entering the office, everyone received a red envelope of two hundred yuan.
After closing the door, Yuran heard Qi Younian say, "Lu Xiao has been in touch with . I’ve discussed developnt issues with him, as well as the division of remuneration. Our studio is just starting out, so in terms of operations, Brother Kang and I will figure out a way.
Thus, I think the remuneration for the artists should be set high, and we don’t need to take too much of a cut."
Yuran agreed with this view. The high remuneration of so artists was due to the high operation of capital, exploiting and squeezing artists, leading to chaos in the industry, market distortion, and issues like sky-high star fees, and so on.
"How did you determine it?"
Qi Younian smoothly pulled out a folder from the pile in front of him and handed it to her, "The company takes 20%, and agents get a commission based on their level. An S-level agent like Kang Zhenyu typically takes between 20% to 40%.
That ans stars get at least 40%, and up to 60% at the high end, while we, as the operating company, consistently take only 20%.
Of course, how much an agent takes is strictly divided according to the resources, connections, and level they have, and it’s up to the agent to negotiate with the artist themselves.
My opinion is, a good agency company can only succeed if its artists do well. Hasn’t Diyang followed this rule to beco an immovable giant tree?"
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