As Shen Jingwei sat on the carpeted floor in the waiting room, he came to ponder Feng Jietang's words just now.
Was that true?
Could no one succeed without having any backup?
That being said, were auditions nothing but a facade? The actual battle took place off the stage, where giants rubbed shoulders with giants in an attempt to secure a glorious spot for their "champions".
Shen Jingwei let his gaze drift from one hopeful face to another, all of them budding talents trying to make a breakthrough.
10,000 people vying for a single spot.
That's 0,01% chance for every single person if they did not ride on any other benefits.
One person was going to get this role in the end, while 9,999 other people were going to go home in tears.
How many more of such auditions must one go through to finally get a role? Ten thousand?
If that was the case, might as well retire early, go to a village, and become a farmer.
"Brother Shen."