Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yuna was stunned when she heard Frank’s words. She stared at him for quite a while. He was calm and composed, and she vaguely replied, “Hmm… it depends on the situation. It’s hard to say.”
Well, if you wish, you can come to Linxia.” Frank finished his meal, wiped his mouth with a napkin elegantly. Then, he quietly looked at Yuna.
Seeing that Yuna was still thinking, he added, “You can make your ideas come true faster in Linxia.”
Just like how you treated your ex-girlfriend, Luna? First, you put her high up on the throne as a top-notch diva, and then you abandoned her?
When Yuna thought of this, her friendly expression after a casual chat with Frank turned cold.. She did not want to be a second Luna Bai.
“No need, thank you for your good intentions, Chairman Yo.”
Frank’s body stiffened when he saw Yuna go upstairs to take an afternoon nap.
It was rare for him to extend an olive branch to this woman and express his willingness to help her. Not only did she hide her plans from him, but she even rejected his good intentions?
Since she did not want him to interfere, he would not want to embarrass himself. In any case, they were just a couple on the surface. If he were to interfere too much, he would have overstepped his boundaries.
Hence, when Frank arrived at the company in the afternoon, he picked up the proposal to acquire Starbridge Entertainment and handed it over to Xiao Chen. He said, “Put it aside for now. We’ll talk about it later.”
Hence, the employees of the Planning Department went through the roller coaster ride from Hell to Heaven and then back to Hell again. They continued to work hard.
Yuna received a piece of good news when she arrived at Starbridge.
“It so happened that the program team of ‘Happy Alliance’ had booked an artiste as a special guest appearance. But due to a scheduling conflict, that artiste suddenly expressed that he couldn’t make it. The program team contacted us to ask for Starbridge Entertainment’s ace artiste, Clement Chen, but Clement’s manager said that his schedule was too tight and wanted to decline.”
Meng drank a mouthful of water, looked at Yuna, and said, “The program team needed an experienced artiste, so I accepted it on your behalf.”
‘Happy Alliance’ was a top-rated variety show in Country Hua recently. It was trendy among young people. The selling point of the program was to create all kinds of unexpected situations; so that the artiste was caught off guard and had to rely on their subconscious performance.
Yuna had watched this program in her spare time, so she had a particular understanding of it. ‘Happy Alliance’ would be broadcast the next evening after filming. The program team was quite efficient.
Seeing that Yuna agreed, Meng said, “However, there’s a catch in this…”
“What?” Meng saw Yuna’s puzzled gaze. He swallowed some saliva and said, “The recording will begin this evening. The scheduled broadcast would be tomorrow evening.”
Yuna thought that she was probably the artiste who had the fastest view time from the start of her new job. She did not know whether to laugh or to cry nor was she lucky or unlucky. However, she was not an artiste who had to maintain a specific image. A last-minute recording was not a big issue for her. Hence, Yuna stretched out her hand and said, “Let me take a look at the script.”
When Meng took out a thin sheet of paper and gave it to her, Yuna was genuinely shocked.
Previously, the variety shows that she participated in required the actors to read the scripts and coordinate with the overall effects of the show. Usually, it would at least be ten pages or more. But the ‘scripts’ for ‘Happy Alliance’ were only a single page? It was so beyond words.
It was not that she had never participated in a variety show that was without a script. For example, ‘Celebrity Survival in Wilderness’ and the like. But the differences between the two were just too great, wasn’t it?
Facing Yuna’s doubtful gaze, Meng smiled helplessly. “There’s nothing we can do about it. The program team said that they would not announce the guest list, program flow, and lines for the program’s effect. They’re only willing to give each artiste a personal key script.”
So this kind of program could only rely on the artiste to improvise on the spot. No wonder every time she watched the program, she felt that there would be some artiste not up to the mark.
Yuna facepalmed; she carefully pondered over her script and considered telling her nominal husband, Frank, that she was about to participate in a program.
After thinking for a while, she edited a message that said, “I would not be back for dinner this evening, would be back later tonight.” She sent it to Frank and followed Meng to do makeup.
Just as the makeup artist was fixing Yuna’s hair, a very young girl walked over. She had a ponytail and a round face. The name tag on her chest read, ‘Assistant: Mandy Song.’
Meng, who had been watching from the side, immediately said to Yuna, “Xiao Yu, this is your assistant, Mandy Song.”
Mandy called out sweetly, “Sister Yuna!”