Berlin played coy, "Since we'll be meeting soon, seeing is believing."
Everyone turned their gaze to Meng Long, who also shook his head and waved his hands, "Words are insufficient to describe it."
His statement only intensified everyone's curiosity.
In the general manager's office, Quan Jiu finished organizing the last piece of information. Seeing that time was almost up, she took her laptop and headed to the conference room.
As the door opened, the artists and managers who had been chattering and discussing all looked towards the entrance.
But upon seeing who it was, the entire room fell silent as if a pause button had been pressed.
*Is it a celebrity? A newcomer?* Many thought to themselves, their eyes involuntarily following the person.
But when they saw the newcomer walk directly towards the general manager's seat at the front, everyone couldn't hide their shock.
Was this young, stunningly beautiful person their boss?
Quan Jiu sat down with a smile and said, "Nice to meet you all. I'm Quan Jiu. If this name isn't familiar, you can also call me nine."
As soon as she finished speaking, the conference room erupted as if water had been poured into hot oil.
Their boss was actually the legendary "Nine God" nine, who was all over the internet? The impact was immense. The entire internet had been trying to uncover nine's true identity, with many speculating that she dared not show her face because she was too ugly.
But... but this person before them was simply like a goddess descended to earth. If she were considered ugly, then everyone in the world would be a monster.
"Boss, are you really Nine God nine?" Ding Wei still couldn't believe it. He was an acting enthusiast; he had watched all of nine's dramas more than three times. Nine was his idol.
Everyone looked at Quan Jiu, as if waiting for her to confirm.
Quan Jiu smiled slightly, "I've always believed that scripts are rare and precious for actors. I will be recruiting a batch of talented screenwriters and establishing a screenwriting department to provide you with high-quality scripts."
After her words, the actors were stunned. Then, someone started clapping, and everyone else joined in with wild applause.
For them as actors, encountering a good script was an incredibly rare and valuable thing. For most actors, even having a script was considered very fortunate.
Of the forty-three artists present, only the six top stars and pillars of the former Hei Li Entertainment, including Fu Ji, Ding Wei, and Guan Bi Ren, had the privilege of choosing scripts. The others had to run around to various film crews for auditions, and even then, passing an audition after overcoming numerous difficulties only happened once or twice in a hundred attempts.
Being rejected was something most actors were accustomed to and helpless about.
But their boss had promised them high-quality scripts; nothing could be more moving than this.
Of course, if the person saying this were just a businesswoman, it wouldn't be so touching. But the person saying it was the famous screenwriter nine, a legendary figure. Who wouldn't believe her?
At this moment, all the actors, including their managers, felt fortunate for their choices and looked at Berlin and Meng Long with increased gratitude, as the two had tried their best to persuade them to join.
"I've called everyone here today mainly for one thing: I'm going to reassign personnel and arrange everyone's future work direction," Quan Jiu said, projecting her laptop onto the screen.
On the large projector, a table appeared.
The forty-three artists were unevenly distributed among thirty-two managers. Nearly half of the artists had changed managers.
Silence fell over the room again, with various thoughts swirling.
Quan Jiu had anticipated such a reaction. She continued, "This allocation is based on the actors' and managers' strengths, personalities, and abilities.
Ding Wei, you are an acting fanatic. From your past performances, I can see you truly love the acting profession. Of course, I'm not saying others don't, but Ding Wei has a kind of crazy obsession; he is passionate about all performances and easily gets carried away."
The artists who knew Ding Wei, Ding Wei's manager, and even Ding Wei himself were all astonished by these words, as the boss had described them perfectly accurately.
Ding Wei, even more bewildered, asked his manager Tong Liang, "I've never met her before, how does she know so much?"
"Teacher Tong Liang, you were a television reporter in your early years before becoming a manager. Although your network is extensive now, you haven't really utilized your past resources well," Quan Jiu added.
Tong Liang was slightly surprised. How could the boss know his inner thoughts so clearly?
Ding Wei was even more astonished, whispering to Tong Liang, "Old Tong, did you have a heart-to-heart with the boss?"
Tong Liang glanced at him without speaking, but his expression was no longer distant, but rather one of seriousness and anticipation.
"Teacher Tong Liang, you must have also tried to persuade Ding Wei to pursue hosting, right? Unfortunately, Ding Wei isn't suited for it. You must have also mentioned it to Hei Li's high-level executives, but in terms of commercial value, they clearly didn't favor hosting. However, you had this idea in mind, didn't you? A dual role as an actor and host – that's a very eye-catching persona."
Tong Liang, who had been composed until now, finally lost his composure. He looked at Quan Jiu in shock, and after a moment, his gaze shifted to Berlin, silently questioning, *Did you say something?*
Berlin repeatedly shook his head, "Not me, I didn't say anything."
Meng Long also quickly waved his hands to distance himself.
Quan Jiu smiled gently, "No one told me, but I can see it.
You and Ding Wei are not the best partners. Although you are both very sincere with each other and work well together, Teacher Tong Liang, you have immense talent, but with the current pairing, you can only utilize sixty percent of your capabilities.
I find it a great pity, so I'm assigning Pan Zhizhao to you. Pan Zhizhao won the campus Golden Microphone competition during his university years, and I believe he is also very fond of hosting."
Pan Zhizhao, who was named, could barely contain his excitement. He was merely a mid-level actor from the former Hei Li, never even playing a lead role, only supporting characters. At his level, if he were still at Hei Li, he would never be assigned to a top-tier manager like Tong Liang.
"Boss, really?" He was excited and disbelieving, even more afraid of being rejected by Tong Liang.
"Of course. This allocation is just my suggestion; I will still respect your own wishes. If you..."
"Yes." Before Quan Jiu could finish, Tong Liang nodded.
Pan Zhizhao happily gave a "thumbs up" under the table. Ding Wei was brought up by Tong Liang. In terms of appearance and acting skills, he believed he was no worse than Ding Wei. In other words, with Tong Liang guiding him, he could potentially be the next Ding Wei.
Ding Wei looked at Tong Liang with a resentful expression, "Old Tong, just because I don't like hosting, you're ditching me? You're too..."
"Little Ding, you won't lose out by following me," Berlin chimed in.
Ding Wei quickly put on his glasses to look and indeed, he had been assigned to Berlin.
He immediately became happy. Berlin was a treasure. He quickly ran over and hugged Berlin, "Old Bai, I'll follow you from now on."
Berlin's neck was squeezed so tight he couldn't breathe, and he repeatedly yelled, "Let go."
Their antics made others laugh, and the atmosphere became much more lively.
Quan Jiu waited for the commotion to subside before continuing, "I don't know how you were treated at Hei Li, but I want to say that at Chuxin, I will do my best to ensure that each of you is treated fairly and justly. I will manage this company with your individual development as the primary goal, rather than judging based on commercial value.
I don't want to cultivate a group of people who only chase money; I want to send a batch of individuals to the entertainment industry who maintain their original aspirations, are not corrupted by profit, not swayed by worldly affairs, not bound by commercial interests, not condemned by morality – pure-hearted individuals."
The room was silent.