msmithbooks Chapter 122 Oda is sidelined
Chapter 122 Oda is sidelined
Chapter 124 Oda is sidelined
Tian Xiwei continued reading.
[My strong-willed father, what can I do for you? Please accept this small token of my care. Thank you for everything you've done, for supporting our family with your own hands.]
Tian Xiwei's slender white fingers kept tapping on 88's WeChat profile picture.
I'll hit you! I'll hit you!
They say you shouldn't hit someone in the face!
But we didn't hit anyone!
We're beating pigs! Beating dogs!!
Dead pig, wicked dog, worse than a pig or a dog!
He concealed his identity and spied on my state of mind, which was a fault; at the same time, he helped me rise to prominence, which was a merit.
So, the good and bad deeds cancel each other out, right?
We're even now, right?
Tian Xiwei lay on the bed, her chin resting on her hands, staring blankly at her phone.
Suddenly I wanted to say something to him.
She was truly grateful for everything he had done—his silent dedication, his pioneering efforts, his lifting her up and taking her to the place she had always dreamed of.
But the more familiar or close the person is, the harder it is to say such sincere words.
Just like how our parents do so much for us selflessly, yet we never say thank you.
She picked up her phone, tapped the "Press and hold to speak" button on WeChat, and whispered, "88, 88, 88————"
However, the phone screen was black; she did not turn on the screen or open WeChat.
Tian Xiwei's pretty face turned bright red, and she buried her head in the blankets: "How embarrassing!"
She rolled around under the covers, occasionally scratching her hair, occasionally sighing, and occasionally punching the mattress with her little fist.
A woman in love, her love just beginning to blossom, is now experiencing a trembling, vibrant energy.
What you haven't gotten is always stirring.
A short while later, Tian Xiwei crawled out of bed, her cheeks flushed, sat down at her desk, opened her [Mood Diary], and carefully wrote down a few lines of neat numbers:
【88, 88, 88————】
There are 66 eights in total, and no other text.
Tian Xiwei counted again carefully, and after confirming that there were 66 eights, she smiled brightly.
Brother Dog, I wish you all the best in the future!
This is my way of thanking you!
Don't worry, one day I will help you, and I will protect you!
I'll make you call me "Mom" then!
And it was really loud!
hum!
Take a nap.
Tian Xiwei had just lain down in bed when Chen Lan replied to her message.
Chen Lan: [Xiao Tian, are you asleep?]
【not yet.】
Okay, I'll come find you.
A moment later, Chen Lan knocked on Tian Xiwei's door.
She walked into the living room carrying skewers in her left hand and a bottle of red wine in her right.
"Oda, I didn't want to tell you now, but if I don't, I'll have to tomorrow. Do you want good news or bad news?"
"Bad news."
Tian Xiwei's eyes darkened. For some time now, she had a premonition that many things in her life were going in a bad direction.
Her contract is about to expire, and her negotiations with her agency about a new contract reached a deadlock two months ago.
As a result, her appearances have been drastically reduced recently, with four-fifths of them being cut, and in the near future, she will have almost no appearances at all.
She knew that she was now an abandoned child of the company.
She could understand rationally, but she was still feeling uneasy.
After arranging a large pile of meat skewers on several large plates, Chen Lan went to the cupboard to get wine glasses: "The bad news is that we didn't receive the invitation to the Flying Eagle Awards."
Tian Xiwei gritted her teeth.
She has participated in the Flying Eagle Awards twice in a row, but this year is the year she really became popular, the most popular year, yet she didn't receive an invitation.
This is so illogical, it's quite obvious.
Chen Lan couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath in the kitchen: "Fuck it."
In fact, the company did receive an invitation from Hunan TV to Tian Xiwei, but it was rejected by the senior management.
The excuse given by the higher-ups was that Tian Xiwei did not have any nominated works and that she was fully preparing for "The King of Singers" and had no time to spare.
The agency's excuse seems reasonable, but did you even ask Tien Hsi-wei? At the very least, you should have informed her agent, Chen Lan, right?
Even Chen Lan only found out about it in the last few days. She went to the company a couple of days ago to inquire about the arrangements for the "Flying Eagle Award" and was then told about it.
Chen Lan was so angry that she almost cursed at her superiors.
The agency has abandoned Tian Xiwei. Resources that originally belonged to Tian Xiwei have been allocated to other artists under its management, with the company giving all the best resources to Zhang Ziyu, who recently joined the company.
The company clearly intends to fully support Zhang Ziyu, its new cash cow.
Chen Lan then asked, "So, do I still need to book your ticket to Hunan?"
"Then order one for me too."
"Actually, I've already placed the orders for you all!"
Chen Lan raised an eyebrow at Tian Xiwei, giving her a knowing look.
Chen Lan understood that even if Tian Xiwei wasn't invited to the Flying Eagle Awards, she might still take the opportunity to spend time with him.
As an agent, you need to have this kind of insight.
Chen Lan: "Next, the good news is—"
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"Wait a minute, is there any other bad news?"
"Uh—okay, you know without me saying it, most of our resources have been given to other artists, and we're basically left to fend for ourselves now."
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In today's Chinese entertainment industry, what artists fear most is suddenly losing their exposure.
You might only be absent from the Chinese entertainment industry for a few months, but when you reappear, your popularity will never recover, and some artists will even disappear completely.
The post-95 actresses were never as popular as the previous generation, and the competition was fierce. One actress became popular a few months ago, and the next actress became popular a few months later. Their popularity came and went quickly.
Tian Xiwei sighed softly, "Of course I know all that. And there's other bad news, right? Tell me all at once, I can accept it."
Chen Lan hesitated for a moment: "Okay, it's going to be out of the question anyway. The company has given up the lead role in 'The Thirty-Six Strategies of Love' to Zhang Ziyu."
Tian Xiwei clenched her small fists tightly, her lips trembled slightly, and her chest heaved noticeably.
After the company solemnly promised her the role, she did a lot of preparation for "The Thirty-Six Strategies of Love".
She forced a smile: "It's alright, I had a feeling about it. Promises can be taken back; it's all business."
"Everything's settled, everything's ready, you practically know the script by heart, all that's left is to sign the contract and start filming, you son of a bitch!"
"A last-minute casting change! It's our own company's project, and they're playing us like this—"
Chen Lan berated Tian Xiwei for several minutes before she was relieved to see that Tian Xiwei had calmed down.
Tian Xiwei continued, "What other bad news?"
Chen Lan waved her hand: "That's really all for now. From now on, it's all good news. I'm in talks with other agencies, and the terms they're offering are generally better than ours. Just wait for the good news."
"When the contract expires, I'll leave."
Tian Xiwei nodded, suddenly feeling that the future had become uncertain. Everything had become unknown and confusing.