So, Shi Su not only got played around, but almost found herself trapped in the Yuezhi Donglai Hotel. The capital investors’ usual trick is to reel in a pretty, easy-to-bully little starlet, pretending to offer something substantial, but in reality, it’s only to bait and lure. Whether they’ll actually get anything depends on the capital’s final whim. If Jing Jihan hadn’t taken her out of the hotel that night, it’s hard to say what would have happened. Though every possible issue has happened in this industry, and one grows accustomed to hearing them, when it really happens to oneself — let’s not even mention how furious Jun was, Shi Su herself couldn’t just swallow her anger either. KC announcing Xia Yilin’s endorsement right now is blatantly slapping them across the face from a distance while sneering — you got played. Blatant mockery, ridicule, disdain. "Damn it, if murder weren’t illegal, I’d rush into KC’s office and wipe them out!" Jun was so angry she kept fanning her face with her hand: "So much bullying! Do they think we have lots of free time? The contract was already in front of me, and it turns out there was another contract with Xia Yilin; they never intended to give it to us at all! I’m so angry, so angry!!!" Xia Yilin’s van was parked right next to Shi Su’s RV. Shi Su suspected that if Jun couldn’t keep her temper in check, she might storm over to the other van and unleash a powerful tirade. Chu Jiu knocked on the window outside and opened the door, sensing the unusual atmosphere inside, she cautiously said, "Sister Shi Su, the assistant director is calling you over, the two scenes this afternoon have been changed." "I’m heading over now." Get full chapters from novｅlfire.net Shi Su put on her coat and gave Chu Jiu a look as she got out of the car, meaning for her to find a way to hold Jun back, and by no means let her act rashly. Jun was just in her early thirties, no matter how calm she could be, it’s hard to keep her emotions in check in the face of such blatant provocation and trickery from others. As Shi Su got out of the car, the door of the van opposite also opened simultaneously. Xia Yilin had several scenes in the morning, and hadn’t changed out of her costume yet; she wore the ethereal ancient costume of pale pink, the beautifully adorned makeup fitting the leading lady role. Seeing Shi Su stepping out, she, who usually took detours, surprisingly approached proactively and with a smile said, "Shi Su, you don’t look too well, didn’t sleep well last night?" "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Xia. I slept very well." Shi Su replied straightforwardly, then glanced at the smug glimmer in Xia Yilin’s eyes, and nonchalantly turned and walked away. Xia Yilin followed, chattering away, sounding like some veteran in the industry, said earnestly, "This circle can indeed be quite frustrating sometimes, no matter how good the acting is, if the business resources aren’t there, it all comes to nothing. Without popularity and traffic, one mustn’t elevate themselves too high. The title of an endorser isn’t something just anyone can easily claim. With great power comes great responsibility, what do you think, Shi Su?" As she spoke, Xia Yilin signaled to the assistant next to her, who hurriedly handed her a handbag. She took the bag, rummaging for a makeup mirror inside. "I drank something back in the van earlier and messed up my lipstick. Shi Su, hold my bag for a sec, let me fix my lipstick." Xia Yilin handed the handbag to Shi Su. Shi Su glanced at her, but didn’t take it. She was a bit angry at first, but this proud peacock in front of her immediately turned into an incredibly childishly naïve creature in her eyes. Xia Yilin smiled on her own, "My bad, my assistant’s right here. Why should I ask you to hold it, you’re not my assistant." As she said that, she handed the handbag back to her assistant, and suddenly remembered something: "Isn’t this bag pretty? It’s the latest from Chanel, a little gift Mr. Meng from KC specifically bought for me when he returned from France half a month ago." "I’ve known him for years, yet he treats me so well with just an endorsement, giving gifts and raising the endorsement fee, I feel flattered. A year ago when I went to Milan for a show, Mr. Meng was the one who took me, and arranged front-row seats for me. Have you been to Milan for a show? Which one? What row did you sit in?" Shi Su was walking towards the film crew, Xia Yilin, who usually wouldn’t speak more than a few words to Shi Su, was incessantly chatting today, looking for conversation, even casually chatting with her assistant about this year’s endorsement rates for actresses in the industry. But Shi Su seemed completely unfazed. Pathetically childish from intellect to emotional intelligence, a waste of words. Xia Yilin particularly disliked this feeling of punching cotton, receiving no response that excited or pleased her. She continued to follow Shi Su, even affectionately linking arms with her. "Actually, KC’s products are really good. If you’re interested in collaborating, I could talk to Mr. Meng for you again." "They just released a new firming anti-wrinkle cream last month, and they’re planning to hire one of the veteran stars from Hong Kong TVB for the endorsement, but the Star Promoter position is still open. Should I get you the Star Promoter title for that anti-wrinkle cream, or maybe the Promotion Ambassador, which would you prefer?" "You don’t have to have your agent running around trying to curry favor with them. A title is just a word for me, super easy." The assistant director came over just then, holding a prop whip: "Shi Su, the scene this afternoon where you punish Xia Yilin, Mr. Chen wants to switch the prop to a whip, and the prison set to the square outside of Liheng Palace. Give it a try, see if it works?" Shi Su took the whip and casually cracked it on the ground, the air exploding with a resounding "snap." She subtly curled her lips, turning directly to look at Xia Yilin, who was about to be whipped. Xia Yilin, who had been chattering nonstop a moment ago, instinctively fell silent at Shi Su’s whip-cracking motion, suddenly turning to the assistant director to protest: "Wasn’t it decided that it would just be in the prison, with some fake injuries and blood on the hand? With a whip, if she loses control and hits my body or face during the shoot, then what?" "It’s an action designed by the scriptwriter and Mr. Chen to fit the current plot. Tian Yuli hates you so much that just having someone pinching your fingers isn’t enough. This scene is the part where the celestial sect attacks Liheng Palace, and Tian Yuli tortures you in the square, with the male lead rushing in; it’s more suitable for emotional and storyline climaxes." The assistant director spoke, then glanced at Shi Su holding the long whip: "Moreover, I see Shi Su’s moves are excellent, her control in fighting scenes has always been strong, we have confidence in her."