Su Li had it easy compared to Lang Erping and Qin Qing, who really suffered.
This ti for the jewelry brand comrcial shooting: though the brand was well-known, the actual paynt discussed during the contract negotiation wasn’t high.
If the agent had been diligent, they could have secured more benefits for their artists, but Sister Xue held grudges harshly.
Not only did she fail to secure advantages for Lang Erping and Qin Qing, but the re assignnt of this comrcial shoot to them was also because of so days they had endured with her.
Moreover, the bulk of the paynt was taken by the company, and after multiple layers of exploitation, what finally reached the hands of the two "superstars," Lang Erping and Qin Qing, was scarcely anything.
When Lang Erping and Qin Qing learned the truth, they were indignantly dissatisfied, but there was nothing they could do under soone else’s roof.
In the end, they had to grit their teeth and accept it since they had already signed the contract.
Seeing this made people realize how crucial it was to have a reliable, honest agent.
The status of Lang Erping and Qin Qing was, frankly, a bit embarrassing.
On paper, they were fad as king and queen of the industry, but in reality, their current popularity was likewise vacant.
This caused the sentints of the photographers towards their performance to be extrely dissatisfied.
"Are your eyes twitching? Portray an air of noble, aloof disdain... Got it? Just like this..."
With arms flailing, the photographer tried to convey the emotion, yet Qin Qing had no clue what he was really after.
Standing there like a wooden statue, her facial expression grew increasingly stiff.
"...Sister Xue, is this woman really the most popular queen-level artist in your country?"
The big-nosed foreigner spat out a string of gibberish and then switched to stilted Chinese to speak to Sister Xue, who had just walked over.
Sister Xue, with a smile, waved her index finger at the big-nosed foreigner, "Dear, the compensation you’re paying can only afford this level of talent."
Lang Erping and Qin Qing didn’t understand the foreigner’s gibberish, but they knew well that it wasn’t anything pleasant.
However, from the Mandarin that ca out of Sister Xue’s mouth, they understood.
Wasn’t this hinting at their low value...
A profound humiliation...
Neither had ever endured such blatant and vivid disrespect; it was as if their dignity was being stomped into the mud right in front of them, then ruthlessly trampled further.
Even if they were made of clay, anger would still have erupted.
Moreover, neither Lang Erping nor Qin Qing were weak-willed.
On the spot, Qin Qing’s face changed, and instantly, she assud the deanor of the Marchioness.
"How impudent..."
To be fair, it was quite intimidating.
But unfortunately, she faced a foreigner who, cunningly picking up on Sister Xue’s tone, understood that these so-called king and queen were not as favored by the company as expected—thus, bullying them ca without any burden.
Previously worried that as famous artists, too much trouble might sour collaboration.
Now, there were no such concerns.
He didn’t regard Qin Qing in the slightest.
You’re bold, but I can be bolder.
Lang Erping’s gaze moved several tis between Qin Qing and Sister Xue, and the originally near-erupting volcano suddenly cald down.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... what a fucking big star, in my eyes can’t even compare to an eighteenth-tier amateur model."
The photographer certainly had a temper, spouting filthy and foul language casually.
Qin Qing really wanted to just slam her face down and quit.
Sister Xue lightly said, "Do you want to face a high penalty fee?"
With this reminder, the two were brought back to reality.
They finally understood the principle that even a small amount of money can pose a big challenge to heroes.
Actually, in their previous life, Lang Erping and Qin Qing had also experienced embarrassing days.
In the beginning, although Lang Erping held the title of Young Master in the Marquis Mansion, the mansion had actually been in decline since the old Marquis’s death.
Lang Erping and the won of the family had always relied on the support of the Su Family.
Because of the original owner, Lang Erping also received a lot of guidance from Mr. Su.
Later, despite the decline of the Marquis Mansion, Old Master Su fearlessly married his daughter into it, bringing a hefty dowry.
The original owner indeed was a capable woman, not only managing the Marquis Mansion increasingly prosperously, but also scheming and exposing her husband to the royal family.
In retrospect, although Lang Erping had also experienced a few downtrodden years in his youth, with the company of the original owner, it wasn’t too hard.
And Qin Qing had it even worse, she grew up in hardships, until she finally took the position of the Marchioness, only then did she experience sweetness after hardship.
But those painful days now seed like they had happened in ages past to them.
Later, the two of them enjoyed prosperity, reaping all the pleasures of the Mortal World, until today when they experienced being unfairly treated and insulted, they vaguely recalled these all too familiar feelings, which they had endured before.
However, now the smiling, fully supportive young girl was no longer by their side.
Lang Erping, with mixed feelings, thought of his Qingqing again.
Looking back at Qin Qing, a lot of dissatisfaction filled his eyes.
Qin Qing really couldn’t compare to his Qingqing.
If Qingqing was still here, she definitely wouldn’t let him undergo such an embarrassing situation.
Because she was so intelligent, one could even say peerlessly wise and brave.
Suddenly... he seed to see his Qingqing...
Was it because he missed her so deeply that he hallucinated?
Lang Erping forcefully closed his eyes, then opened them again.
That familiar figure had disappeared, leaving his heart feeling hollow.
But he heard a soft exclamation from Qin Qing. Quickly realizing that it wasn’t appropriate, she swiftly covered her mouth, then instinctively turned to look at him.
Lang Erping’s heart skipped a beat, and he imdiately grabbed Qin Qing’s hand anxiously, "It’s not my hallucination, you saw her too, didn’t you?"
"Hey, what are you two doing, don’t waste my ti, hurry up... repeat the movents just now, if the performance isn’t good, I might have to ask for replacents."
Under the blazing sun, the photography team and Sister Xue had already taken refuge in the umbrella tent, leaving an assistant holding a roll of newspaper, directing the scene like holding the imperial authority.
Lang Erping and Qin Qing, particularly disorderly, chanically repeated the sa movents over and over, endlessly, and they could only continue.
But at this ti, Lang Erping couldn’t care less about gains and losses in his mind, he just wanted to catch his Qingqing.
Lang Erping couldn’t hear the assistant’s shouting, and he pushed the furiously approaching assistant aside, then ran toward the direction where he thought he saw her.
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