Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

This is a classic case of bringing trouble upon oneself.

Why was he thinking such nonsensical things without cause?

Well, now it’s done, isn’t it?

No one could describe Yang Wen’s feelings at this moment—it’s a mix of bitterness and sorrow, a deep and profound sadness.

He remembered offending Bo Yimo when he was a kid, and then that brat tormented him for a month, leaving an indelible mark. An entire month, seriously? Isn’t that a bit too petty?

Yang Wen’s sorrow seemed to overflow, wishing he could turn back time—arghhh!

Yang Wen dawdled, afraid to go over, his face worse than crying. ”Haha, Little Fatty, it’s you two lovebirds’ matter, I won’t go over and be a third wheel, you two have a good chat.”

Seeing his cowardly look, Tong Yan couldn’t help but laugh, putting away her phone, ”Director Yang, I was just kidding, and you actually believed it.”

”...”

Yang Wen could no longer say a word.

Birds of a feather flock together.

People imitate their associates.

Even Little Fatty has gotten sneakily bad.

”For some reason, I really want to hit you,” Yang Wen remained silent for a while, finally expressing this with difficulty.

Tong Yan calmly replied, ”Director Yang, you can’t beat me.”

”...” Yang Wen immediately begged for mercy, ”Alright, alright, whatever you say is right.”

What else could he do!

Can’t beat her, can’t outtalk her!

The key is she has a strong backer, alright!

He felt so hopeless!

A group of people around just stared blankly, unsure of what to say.

Tong Yan raised an eyebrow, ”Director Yang, are we still auditioning or not?”

Hearing this, Yang Wen nodded, ”Audition! Of course!”

Now as an investor, deciding whether she could play a role is just a matter of his word!

He has money, he can be capricious!

Hahaha, she just made a fool of him, he must redeem himself, revenge, he must have revenge!

Thinking of shortly being able to trouble Little Fatty, his previously still heart reignited, coming back to life!

At this moment, Tong Yan had already started her performance.

The director didn’t say much, just told her to improvise a bit.

Tong Yan closed her eyes and reopened them, her entire aura changed.

”Emperor, I’ve made a bowl of chicken soup for you, waiting for you.”

”Liu Ye, take it away, the Emperor went to Lady Xia today.”

”Emperor, drink this bowl of chicken soup, it’ll make you feel better.”

From the little thrill and excitement of a young maid falling for the Emperor the moment she enters the palace, to the heartlessness of the imperial family, where love and affection vanish in a blink given to someone else, to finally the ruthless poisoning of the Emperor.

With just three simple sentences, she conveys the vicissitudes of history.

She used her eyes, her movements, her lines, to portray the inner journey of an Empress.

This transformation process is quite difficult, but Tong Yan managed to express everything with just three simple lines.

After finishing, Tong Yan bowed to everyone, ”Thank you.”

No matter how popular, how high her fan base, she always shows great respect and courtesy to everyone, a basic decency, and it’s no surprise that those who’ve worked with her have nothing but praise and fondness for her.

A person like her is bound to soar high.

Right now, Yang Wen’s emotions were complex; he really wanted to nitpick and find her flaws to get back for before, but, but there was nothing to nitpick, was there?! The acting was too good, wasn’t it!

However, regardless, he needed to find some flaws, like the costume not fitting the role or something, picking bones from an egg, just getting ready to speak up—