The next morning.
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yanan, who was blocking her way, feeling a little helpless. "An'an?"
"Mom, I want to go too." Wen Yanan hugged Fang Miaomiao's waist and said pitifully, "Take me with you, okay?"
"But, your mom is going to do something important now."
"Then, will I bother you, Mom?"
Bother her?
No.
"Probably, maybe, not."
"Since not."
"Then, why isn't Mom taking An'an?" Wen Yanan raised his hand and promised, "Mom, please take me with you, okay? I'll be good and stay by your side, won't talk nonsense, and won't cause trouble."
"Perhaps, Madam, you could take Young Master?" Steward Chen tentatively asked.
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll take An'an."
"Thank you, Mom, Mom is the best."
After the two left, Steward Chen shook his head dotingly and went up to the study on the second floor.
"Master."
"Miaomiao is gone?"
"Yes, she left with Young Master An'an."
"Do you know where they went?"
Steward Chen shook his head. "I subtly asked just now, but I couldn't get a clear answer. She just said she was going out for something."
Wen Renhe was silent for a moment. "I understand. You may leave."
"Master, Fourth Master will be back soon. Should we really not inform Fourth Master about Third Master's situation in advance?"
If they didn't say anything, given the traditional dynamics between the father and son, they would definitely not speak for a long time again.
"Do you have nothing to do all day?"
Steward Chen quickly bowed.
"Alright, no need to tell Wen Zhiyan about this. If he's not satisfied later, he can come directly to me." Wen Renhe's gaze towards Steward Chen deepened. "You need to remember your identity and position. If it's not your place to speak, then shut your mouth. Do you understand?"
"You are right, Master. I overstepped this time."
"If there's a next time, don't blame me for not showing leniency out of old affection."
"Thank you, Master."
Star River Plaza International Building.
"The buildings here are so tall," Wen Yanan said, tilting his head back, his voice filled with unconcealed astonishment.
"Do you like it?"
Wen Yanan nodded vigorously. "I do."
"Then, our An'an needs to work hard. Perhaps you can buy this building someday?"
"Mhm, Mom, I will study hard and buy this building in the future."
"Let's go."
Following the address Zeng Nian had given her, she went up to the 19th floor.
The receptionist was a beautiful, young girl. She almost shrieked when she saw Fang Miaomiao, but managed to suppress her excitement and bowed slightly. "Good morning, Boss."
Fang Miaomiao took off her sunglasses. "I'm looking for Zeng Nian."
"Sister Nian is already waiting inside. Please, Boss."
Saying that, the receptionist led the way.
The entire floor was a large office space.
In the middle were workstations.
Further inside were several offices.
She stopped at the door of one office.
She knocked.
"Please come in."
The receptionist politely pushed the door open. "Boss, please."
The office was decorated with simple elegance. A potted plant on the desk added a touch of life to the room.
A short-haired middle-aged woman, who had been engrossed in her work at the desk, stood up and walked towards Fang Miaomiao when she saw her.
The middle-aged woman was wearing a well-fitting white blazer, and her short hair gave her a capable and forthright appearance. Her deep-set eyes seemed to pierce through any hidden dirt or secrets.
"Hello, I'm your agent, Zeng Nian."
"Hello."
"Sit."
Fang Miaomiao noticed Zeng Nian's gaze lingering on Wen Yanan and explained, "The child wanted to come along. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Of course. An'an is just as well-behaved as he is on television," Zeng Nian said with a faint smile.
"Mr. Wen should have mentioned to you that I am now your agent, correct?"
"Yes."
Zeng Nian nodded. "That's right. I wanted to ask, are you planning to pursue a career as an actress or an artist?"
"Is there a difference?"
Seeing her ask a question, Zeng Nian's smile deepened. Agents disliked it when their artists pretended to understand things they didn't.
An agent and an artist were close partners. If the artist didn't trust their agent, concealed things, or pretended to know everything and didn't need the agent's input, then the partnership wouldn't last long.
"An actress primarily takes on roles from scripts, and either avoids or rarely accepts variety shows. An artist, to put it bluntly, wants to do everything. However, you should know that very few people can do everything well."
"I know," Fang Miaomiao nodded. For example, her acting skills were probably her only strong suit, while singing and dancing were areas she knew nothing about.
"So, what is your choice?" Zeng Nian thought of something. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention earlier. Mr. Wen said you don't like managing the studio, so he will assign an experienced manager to handle it."
In other words, Fang Miaomiao could completely be a hands-off boss in the studio.
"Okay," Fang Miaomiao said without hesitation. "I can't manage these things anyway."
If the studio were truly in her hands, she would definitely mess it up.
Hearing her words, Zeng Nian was completely relieved. "Then, Miaomiao, what is your choice?"
Fang Miaomiao spread her hands. "I can't sing or dance, so the path of an artist isn't suitable for me."
"Understood. I checked, and the next drama you've accepted is a post-apocalyptic script directed by Chen Tianming?"
"Yes, it was officially announced the day before yesterday."
Zeng Nian nodded. "Alright, Miaomiao, you focus on filming Director Chen's drama. If there are suitable scripts later, I will do my best to secure them for you."
"It's fine, you don't have to." Fang Miaomiao thought of a phrase, "Don't be so tense."
Zeng Nian's words caught in her throat.
"Really, there's no need to be like this. Our studio has just started, and I don't need you to take on a lot of projects all at once. There's no need to be so anxious."
"Do you, um, not have performance reviews?"
"Besides me, are there any other artists in the studio right now?"
Zeng Nian shook her head instinctively.
"Since that's the case, what kind of performance reviews are there?"
Assessing Zeng Nian's performance now would just increase her own workload. She wasn't stupid.
Zeng Nian blinked, confused.
"Sister Nian, can I call you that?"
"Of, of course."
"Sister Nian, I hope that in the future, our studio's artists will be of high quality, not quantity. The same goes for scripts."
For a good actor, it's important to cherish their reputation. Having many roles isn't the key; having good roles is.
This was Fang Miaomiao's conclusion after decades in the entertainment industry. In her previous life, she had filmed many bad dramas to make quick money, which left her exhausted both physically and mentally. She had also faced a wave of mockery online. Even on the day she won an acting award, some people commented that she didn't deserve the award because she had filmed bad dramas for quick money.