It’s definitely good-looking.
This kind of beauty carries a hint of cunning, but it’s more of a natural, unpretentious freshness!
Yuan Fenghui really hadn’t expected Wen Ying to have such skills. Was a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan a bit low?
Oh well, she was one of the bosses now, and what boss doesn’t squeeze their employees a little?
Capable employees create wealth for the boss, so the boss can afford a bigger house and a better car.
Yuan Fenghui smiled and gave Wen Ying some verbal encouragement, “Bringing you to Hunan was absolutely the right call. Without you, I’d really be stretched thin today.”
Yuan Fenghui walked ahead, with Li Mengjiao jogging to catch up, “With Wen Ying’s skills, she could even double as a makeup artist. Isn’t 3,000 yuan a month a bit too little?”
You idiot, that’s enough!
Isn’t Tianjiao your own company?
If 3,000 yuan is too little, why not just give the whole company to Wen Ying!
Realising Wen Ying was listening, Yuan Fenghui suppressed the urge to split Li Mengjiao in half and patiently explained, “Do you know how much an average office worker in Chengdu earns? I don’t need you to tell me Wen Ying is very capable, but she’s only part-time now. If she came to work full-time at Tianjiao, I’d pay her 30,000 yuan a month!”
Full-time work would mean handling all of Li Mengjiao’s affairs as her full-time agent. That salary was high, but not outrageous in the entertainment industry.
Top celebrities’ agents don’t usually get paid monthly salaries—that’s for assistants.
Agents typically take a commission from the celebrity’s income, but such agents don’t just handle minor crises. They act as the celebrity’s spokesperson, negotiate contracts, compete for resources, and plan the star’s future career path.
The greater the ability, the more you earn!
Yuan Fenghui wasn’t even earning 30,000 a month managing Li Mengjiao. She was banking on Li Mengjiao’s future, not her present, and was still investing her own resources to promote her.
Li Mengjiao imagined a glorious future where Wen Ying was her full-time agent, working side by side, scheming against competitors, and couldn’t help but laugh.
But glancing at Wen Ying, her daydream faded, and she muttered, “Forget it, Wen Ying still has to study. Dropping out to make money isn’t right.”
For a hopeless slacker who’s given up on self-improvement, dropping out isn’t a big deal.
For those whose families can’t afford education, dropping out is a necessity.
Wen Ying’s family wasn’t short on funds for education, and her grades were steadily improving. Li Mengjiao couldn’t possibly be shameless enough to ask Wen Ying to abandon her studies to be her agent.
Even if Wen Ying agreed, it wouldn’t be right.
She genuinely saw Wen Ying as a good friend.
How could she let Wen Ying sacrifice her boundless future to fulfill her own ambitions? Even thinking such thoughts was selfish, let alone acting on them!
Besides, Li Mengjiao had a vague feeling that if Xie Qian found out about this, she’d be in serious trouble.
She hadn’t understood before why Xie Qian was so strict about supervising Wen Ying’s studies. But after Yun Chen pointed it out, Li Mengjiao realised: a good teenage romance means progressing together. Xie Qian was keeping a close eye on Wen Ying so they could go to the same university in the future!
Reflecting on her selfish thoughts, Li Mengjiao slowed her pace and said sheepishly, “Wen Ying, don’t listen to Teacher Yuan. Not studying might be good for Tianjiao, good for Teacher Yuan, even best for me, but it’s not good for you. It’s just 30,000 a month. After you graduate university and start working, you might earn 300,000 a month!”
Yuan Fenghui didn’t even want to deal with Li Mengjiao anymore, but Wen Ying was amused by the silly girl and nodded solemnly, “I’ll take your auspicious words then.”
300,000 a month, 3.6 million a year.
If Wen Ying hadn’t been reborn, that would’ve been her after-tax income by 2020.
After rebirth, her progress reset to zero, but her drive didn’t.
Doing part-time gigs now was fine, earning pocket money in her spare time without affecting her studies. But if she truly entered the workforce… a seven-figure annual salary wouldn’t be enough to tempt her. This lifetime, Wen Ying wanted to work for herself.
No grand ambitions, no way.
Money doesn’t guarantee happiness, but without it, unhappiness outweighs happiness.
And money can solve most of life’s problems. As long as the means of earning it are legal, talking about money isn’t crass or shameful!
There was no need to stress this to anyone. Yuan Fenghui’s 3,000-yuan part-time salary and offer of 30,000 for full-time work were both affirmations of Wen Ying’s worth.
While talking, Yuan Fenghui strode forward in her high heels, leading Wen Ying and Li Mengjiao toward the audition venue.
The journey wasn’t entirely smooth. Halfway there, a man with a work badge approached them, “You’re here for the audition, right? Why are you only here now? Hurry, you’re late, follow me this way.”
Li Mengjiao started to move, but Wen Ying grabbed her arm.
The man pointed to a building on the left, but Yuan Fenghui refused, “No need, I know the way. Don’t let us hold you up from greeting others.”
“You’re the last ones, everyone else is already there,” the man said, hopping with urgency.
Yuan Fenghui ignored him, leading Wen Ying and Li Mengjiao to the right, toward another building.
Two completely different directions. The man tried to follow, but Yuan Fenghui turned back with a cold smirk, “If you make a scene now, it won’t look good for anyone. I suggest you stop.”
Liang Dan was so confident on the surface, but apparently lacked conviction, resorting to such tricks.
These petty tactics couldn’t fool Yuan Fenghui.
Liang Dan’s moves were ones Yuan Fenghui had long since mastered. Taiwan’s entertainment industry had scarce resources and plenty of players. Yuan Fenghui had fought her way through—what tricks hadn’t she seen?
Making a fuss now might not catch Liang Dan red-handed and would delay Yuan Fenghui’s business, so she only scolded the man and didn’t press further.
The man muttered, “Crazy,” but didn’t dare forcibly drag the trio in the TV station. He slunk off into the left building’s corridor.
Yuan Fenghui kept walking briskly, giving Li Mengjiao a lesson on the spot, “Always stay sharp, got it? I’ll protect you when I’m around, but we’re not joined at the hip. There’ll be times we’re apart, and you’ll need to protect yourself. I’m talking to you—don’t look at Wen Ying. She’ll help you, but she’s not your shadow either!”
Li Mengjiao immediately stopped glancing around.
In the elevator, she couldn’t hold back and whispered to Wen Ying, “If Teacher Yuan wasn’t here, where would that guy have taken us?”
Wen Ying thought seriously, “Definitely not kidnapping or assault. If it were me, I’d trick you into handing over your phone, take you to some empty office, lock you in from the outside, and leave you helpless. Even an hour locked in there wouldn’t kill you, but the audition would be over.”
