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The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul

[Entertainment Industry + Strong Female Lead + Refreshing Story + Hidden Identity] The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Shu, who was skilled in Poison Techniques and Hidden Weapons, had transmigrated and became an 18th-tier newbie, debuting as a supporting actress. After a variety show aired: Haters: "I actually think Tang Shu is kind of cute. Is there something wrong with me?" When the National Mechanical Engineering Research Institute announced: Miss Tang is our key-appointed research consultant. Haters: "What????" When an authoritative Chinese medicine expert revealed during an interview: The development of a new type of medicine owes much to Tang Shu. Haters: "Isn't this just too coincidental?" When the Porcelain Restoration Department openly stated: No one surpasses Tang Shu in the fields of porcelain restoration and calligraphy and painting. Haters: "Is this white lotus getting a bit too intoxicating?" When a Weibo big V with millions of fans accidentally revealed her face during a live broadcast... The haters all declared that their minds were blown! *** Jing Yu, the favored son of heaven, had always had an iron grip and a successful career until— he met Tang Shu. Inside the cinema, after watching four or five movies in a row, he realized the person sitting next to him hadn't changed, enjoying the popcorn with great relish. Jing Yu's throat moved slightly; this woman was flirting with him. Facing each other in a coffee shop, she casually pulled out a double-sided straw and placed it in her cup. Jing Yu's eyes tinted red; this woman was definitely flirting with him!

Rain Chen Zhenzhen · Urban
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958 Chs
#ROMANCE
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43. Rich and generous

It was another weekend that brought joy to the hearts.

At Vast Entertainment, located on the seventeenth floor, the office was still crowded, with no reduction in the number of staff despite it being the weekend.

In one of the rooms on the far east side, a man's voice occasionally rang out as he offered an apologetic tone.

Then, after the clatter of objects being thrown, silence returned.

Outside, the busy employees looked at each other and froze in place.

One of them, clutching a freshly printed paper, took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door of the office.

"Knock, knock—"

"Come in!"

With the sound of the door being opened, an assistant dressed in professional attire walked into the office.

"Brother Wang, I've taken care of the fans you asked me to contact. Should we take action now?"

In front of the desk, Wang Zheng, frustrated, adjusted the collar of his white shirt, as a hint of grimness showed in the eyes behind his black glasses.