Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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To be honest, Sheng Ziyou didn’t really want to contact Lu Jiangyuan. She had already “openly discussed” things with him, and she was afraid that he wouldn’t want to see her messages either. But the best way for Feng Yuanxuan to handle things now was to find a powerful public relations firm.
After Sheng Ziyou sent the message, she was about to explain to Feng Yuanxuan when her phone vibrated slightly. Lu Jiangyuan had replied.
This surprised Sheng Ziyou. Wasn’t this person busy right now?
On the other end of the phone, Lu Jiangyuan was still working overtime at the company. When he saw Sheng Ziyou’s message, he picked up his phone and replied almost instantly.
[Lu Jiangyuan: Feng Yuanxuan?]
Sheng Ziyou was surprised; Lu Jiangyuan was also paying attention to this?!
You know him?!
Lu Jiangyuan only replied with one word this time—
[Um.]
Sheng Ziyou thought for a moment, then continued—
[President Lu, although he’s still a newcomer, he has great potential. If the company signs him, by the time the boy band disbands, he’ll have gained fame and strength, and he’ll be able to make money for the company almost without any promotion.]
Lu Jiangyuan’s message remained in edit mode for a long time, so long that Sheng Ziyou became suspicious, before he finally replied.
What is your relationship with him?
Sheng Ziyou: “…”
Why does this person care about this? Is their brain still full of water?
She replied quickly.
It’s alright, just a student I appreciate.
The reply came instantly—
[Um.]
There should be no other relationship.
Sheng Ziyou was completely bewildered. Before she could say anything, the other end spoke again—
The agent will come to your place tomorrow to talk to him.
So… they’ve taken over?
Sheng Ziyou genuinely felt this was a win-win situation. If she were still the same person she was in her previous life, and Lu Jiangyuan were still the same person she was in her previous life, she would definitely give Feng Yuanxuan a thorough analysis of his commercial value.
He’s capable, low-key, and doesn’t pull off any shady moves, but he’s not very good at handling things within the industry.
But what does it matter?
As long as he has a team behind him to handle it, that’s fine.
A young and talented singer can have high commercial value if the talent is explored.
Sheng Ziyou said thank you, put away her phone, and looked at the nervous boy in front of her.
Feng Yuanxuan was very uneasy. He had come to ask Teacher Sheng about the situation, but after the other party took out her phone, she went off to talk to someone else.
So he could only stand there obediently and wait, feeling extremely uneasy.
Was this a silent rejection from Teacher Sheng?
What does that helpless phrase, “I owe you one or two,” mean?
Feng Yuanxuan was uneasy and somewhat upset.
As expected… is it that nobody wants to talk to me?
Today, the students had learned from various channels that he had been hacked. So people who were friendly to them after they became number one have once again distanced themselves from them.
Those pitying looks in their eyes were both distressing and painful.
As expected… is there really no way out of my predicament?
Feng Yuanxuan thought, since that’s the case, then he shouldn’t make things difficult for such a kind teacher as Teacher Sheng. He forced a smile—
“Teacher Sheng, then I’ll…”
“Feng Yuanxuan.” Sheng Ziyou put away her phone and looked at him earnestly.
“Um?”
“Is it easy to terminate a contract with your agency?”
Feng Yuanxuan was stunned and nodded blankly.
He was just an intern, and his contract wasn’t even a formal artist contract, so of course it was easy to terminate.
Moreover, the company was small and the conditions weren’t demanding.
Sheng Ziyou nodded and continued, “Your agency can’t protect you. There’s so much negativity against you online, and your agency hasn’t come out with any official public relations to deal with it. I suggest you switch agencies.”
Feng Yuanxuan’s eyes held a hint of dejection: “Looking like this… which decent company would want me?”
Sheng Ziyou smiled: “Someone from Huayao will come over tomorrow to talk to you about terminating the contract and signing a new one.”
Feng Yuanxuan froze, stammering for a long time, “Teacher Sheng… is that Huayao?!”
Sheng Ziyou nodded with a smile: “It’s my company, and they’ll sign you an artist’s contract.”
Feng Yuanxuan was stunned.
Huayao was a large company, and also a very conscientious company in the industry. They had never had any “unfair contracts”. Basically, the newcomers they signed were all promising newcomers.
Getting into Huayao was like finding a powerful backer for yourself.
At this moment, Feng Yuanxuan was overwhelmed with joy, and he also realized that it was Sheng Ziyou’s messages that had just brought about this.
Feng Yuanxuan excitedly hugged Sheng Ziyou: “Thank you, Teacher Sheng!! Thank you!!!”
Sheng Ziyou pushed him away with a helpless look and laughed, “You just signed with Huayao, it’s not like you’ve solved a problem and debuted, don’t get excited.”
Feng Yuanxuan released Sheng Ziyou, patted his head, and couldn’t help but exclaim excitedly, “Thank you so much!”
Sheng Ziyou shook her head: “It’s okay, just focus on the competition. Huayao will handle the online issues after you sign the contract. You still need to focus on the competition. Debuting is also very important for boosting your popularity. When your boy group contract expires, you’ll have a foundation to return to Huayao.”
“Yes!” Feng Yuanxuan nodded emphatically.
Sheng Ziyou sighed helplessly, then smiled and said, “But don’t put too much pressure on yourself. If you can’t make it into the group, go to Huayao to make music as soon as possible. You can continue to be a Zen person.”
Feng Yuanxuan nodded, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Sheng Ziyou with excitement.
“Buddhist-like” was his personality. With confidence and a way out, he thought he would be happier in the rest of his days in the boy band.
And all of this was brought to him by Sheng Ziyou.
Feng Yuanxuan looked at her and bowed sincerely.
This mentor was not only a mentor, but also his guiding light, and… his benefactor.
Sheng Ziyou accepted it calmly. After Feng Yuanxuan stood up straight, she said, “Go back and rest early.”
“Teacher Sheng, get some rest early too. Goodnight.” Feng Yuanxuan smiled, pursing his lips.
Sheng Ziyou nodded, and the boy then ran off with light steps.
After running a long way, he waved his fist somewhat out of control and twisted his body excitedly.
Sheng Ziyou smiled.
She didn’t know why she helped him, but it didn’t matter. She wanted to help him, and seeing the usually “laid-back” boy so excited like a child made her happy too.
That’s enough.
There’s no need to dig deeper or give any reasons; just be happy.
After Feng Yuanxuan left, Sheng Ziyou got the plan from Yang Yun, and then she saw Ji Ran appear in front of her.
She smiled, a helpless smile.
At this moment, she felt as if she had returned to her past life as a talent agent, with a bunch of little brats under her to worry about.
After worrying about one person, she started worrying about another, like a nanny.
“Teacher Sheng…why was Feng Yuanxuan so agitated?” Ji Ran asked, puzzled.
He had just bumped into Feng Yuanxuan, and the smile on the other man’s face startled him.
The other person was currently being attacked online, and yet he was laughing so happily, it almost made him think the person had gone mad…
Fortunately, he thought of Sheng Ziyou. He guessed that something Teacher Sheng had done or said must have made Feng Yuanxuan so excited.
Sheng Ziyou smiled and shook her head, not answering, but simply saying, “Let’s not talk about others for now, you should worry about yourself!”
Ji Ran touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
Without saying a word, Sheng Ziyou threw the stack of documents she was holding to Ji Ran.
Ji Ran was taken aback, subconsciously took it, then glanced at it, somewhat lost in thought.
This stack of papers had no cover or title, but it did have headings like “One,” “Two,” and “Three.”
Ji Ran glanced at it and then couldn’t look away, turning the pages one by one.
The more he looked at it, the brighter his eyes became.
Despite its thin size, the document comprehensively covered Ji Ran’s personal value, potential for advancement, and future directions.
This thing was like an excellent agent’s evaluation and analysis of an artist. When Ji Ran signed a contract with the live streaming company to participate in this program, the company’s agent talked a lot about the benefits and future prospects to him.
But those words were obviously castles in the air, completely worthless.
But what Sheng Ziyou was giving him now was different. It was like a foundation, telling Ji Ran what his value was and how he should work hard.
They even analyzed Ji Ran’s “persona”.
No, to be precise, it was not a persona, it was positioning.
In the existing circles, people liked to call it “persona” because it was entirely under the power of capital to package a person into the image that the public most wanted, expected, or liked, using various means and packaging to attract and retain fans.
But unless you take off this layer of packaging, you have no idea what kind of person is inside.
Sheng Ziyou called it positioning, which meant not relying on “packaging a persona” to gain fans’ favor, but adjusting, restraining and perfecting what you already have.
After Ji Ran finished reading, he suddenly looked up and stared intently at Sheng Ziyou.
Sheng Ziyou smiled and said, “Ji Ran, take off your foodie persona. It doesn’t suit you anymore. You don’t love eating that much.”
Ji Ran’s eyes slowly reddened. For twenty years, apart from his grandmother, Sheng Ziyou was the only person he could tell about his grievances and pain.
He was really suffering; the pressure and despair were almost too much for him to handle. He wasn’t that strong.
He also wanted to cry, to be like a child, crying and telling his family how wronged he felt while talking on the phone.
Sheng Ziyou… at this moment, she seemed like his family, a family that understood him, supported him, and helped him.
“Ji Ran, you can use your weight and stomach problems from last time to shed your ‘foodie’ persona. The audience and fans will feel sorry for you; they won’t be too resistant. You have many qualities that the audience loves: a morbid beauty, a strong character, a serious work ethic, and your talent.”
Sheng Ziyou said softly, “Ji Ran didn’t rely on being a ‘foodie’ to get ahead in his past life, and it’s the same in this life. You don’t necessarily have to ‘eat’ to succeed.”
Sheng Ziyou didn’t say anything more about how to do it, but she gave some hints inside.
“Okay…” Ji Ran slowly opened his mouth but only uttered this one word in a hoarse voice.
He was afraid that if he said any more, he would lose control and start crying.
Sheng Ziyou leaned closer to him and lowered her voice: “Although it’s a bit shameless, I still suggest you… fake being sick, and then have your agency officially release the diagnosis. You should tell everyone that you have a stomach problem. Ji Ran, you’re very capable, there’s no need to leave yourself any way out. Take off your foodie persona.”
At 52kg, Sheng Ziyou didn’t even dare to imagine what would happen if Ji Ran continued to eat like this.
“Waaah—” Ji Ran suddenly burst into tears, hugged Sheng Ziyou tightly, rested his head on her shoulder, and cried loudly.
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