Cang Ming

Chapter 219 Song Xi Proves Himself with Strength

The collaboration with Sunny went smoothly.

Professionals handle professional tasks.

Initially, some people on the set had reservations about her, and during breaks, they'd chat casually over coffee, hinting that she'd gotten the job through favoritism.

After all, her reputation wasn't the best.

Song Xi didn't take it to heart, merely restraining Xiao Mo, who couldn't stand hearing anyone speak ill of her.

"Their mouths are their own, let them say what they want. We'll prove ourselves with our actions!"

In fact, she lived up to her words.

A twelve-hour-long shoot.

No complaints of hardship or fatigue; every second was met with the most professional demeanor towards the cameras.

Even seasoned artists with years of experience couldn't match her energy and level of performance!

Her dedication left all the staff stunned.

Before leaving, the girls who had bad-mouthed her sheepishly approached her for an autograph.

Song Xi readily agreed, warm and confident.

Unbeknownst to her, after that night, Sunny's employee chat group exploded; she had single-handedly raised the standard for future artists filming with them.

Song Xi was also drained and rested at home for two days.

Lou Yuming told her she was suffering for pride.

Seeing her lack of reaction, he added, "You made your bed, now lie in it."

As Song Xi rolled over, she rolled her eyes: "Aren't you busy?"

Lou Yuming put on his jacket, turned, and pinched her chin: "What do you mean, you find me nagging? Trying to kick me out?"

Song Xi, emboldened by her recovery, retorted: "Understood. It's normal when you're older."

"..." He savored those words repeatedly: "Older?"

Song Xi noticed his eyes growing dangerous and quickly pushed him away: "You're going to be late!"

Little thing.

"Accompany me somewhere this weekend," he suddenly said.

"Where? I'll have to ask my manager, I might have work!"

"Yes, your pretend work."

"..." Song Xi: "That's personal attack."

Lou Yuming narrowed his dark eyes.

Song Xi immediately cowered, chuckling nervously: "What time?"

"I'll let you know."

Two days later, Song Xi received a call from Dai Ze, asking her to come to the company.

"Take a look at this. Interested?"

In the conference room, Dai Ze handed her a booklet.

Song Xi picked it up and her eyes widened: "I'm a Worker?"

Dai Ze nodded: "Seems you've heard of it. They made one season two years ago and are planning a second. I think you're a good fit."

How was she a good fit?

Dai Ze explained: "This show is quite controversial. Workplace observation shows can't be faked, so they often expose artists' intelligence. It's challenging and requires resilience. But if done well, it's a guaranteed hit! Look at Sun Yueyue from the last season, didn't she become famous?"

Song Xi questioned: "Is that what you call famous?"

"Infamy is still fame, isn't it different from your current situation? At least she's the lead in a few web dramas now. My dear, you can't possibly be as clueless as her, unable to even create an Excel spreadsheet, can you?"

Song Xi: "...Not to that extent."

"Exactly," Dai Ze said. "No rush. You can catch up on the first season these few days. The basic format won't change. Give me your answer next Monday."

"Okay." Song Xi walked towards the door, then suddenly turned back: "Does this show pay well?"

"Money, money, money! You're only thinking about money!"

"Do you really think you became an agent out of love and peace?"

"Well, not exactly... Hey, you dare to talk back to me!?"

Song Xi bolted.

That evening, Song Xi received a WeChat message from Dai Ze.

A string of numbers, with many zeros.

Upon realizing what it was, she sat up with a jolt, her eyes sparkling as she picked up her iPad.

At ten o'clock that night, Lou Yuming returned from work and found a bowl of steaming egg fried rice on the table.

He was stunned.

Did the sun rise in the west today?

"You're back."

As he was thinking, Song Xi emerged from the bedroom, holding an iPad and smiling enigmatically.