After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 193: Everyone Went Crazy, From Yun Lan (3)

Translator: _Min

The director was deeply satisfied, opening another bottle of red wine, determined not to sober up that night.

The producer, sipping a drink, expressed admiration: “Teacher Si truly is a treasure. Before the show started, I thought we would rely on Queen Lu and Lin Qingyan to boost the show’s popularity.”

Who could have expected Si Fuqing to outshine everyone with her appearance?

“It’s good that we realized quickly,” the director agreed. “The next four episodes will heavily depend on Teacher Si.”

The producer nodded, suddenly inquiring, “Did we get a reply to the invitation we sent to Glenn?”

“The notification showed that it was signed a week ago, but there’s been no response,” the assistant shook his head. “Probably none will come. Many have invited Glenn. How could our show catch his attention?”

“It’s not necessarily so,” the planner mused. “I have a feeling that Teacher Si might be the breakthrough. You never know…”

Inverting character archetypes to attract fans – he understood this principle well.

But the issue was that this ‘inversion’ wasn’t orchestrated by the production team; it was Si Fuqing who took the initiative.

First singing, then playing bass, each time she shook the world. Who knew what else Si Fuqing was capable of?

The producer lit a cigarette, his hand trembling slightly in excitement.

He couldn’t wait to see what surprises the final formation night would bring.

Meanwhile.

After dinner, Si Fuqing returned to her apartment.

Fresh from a bath, she dried her hair while approaching her computer.

Little Bai lay comfortably beside her, humming contentedly.

It had eaten its fill today.

The dog boss was magnificent, even removing impurities before feeding it gold.

“Strange,” Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes. “Why aren’t you pestering me for gold today?”

Little Bai, a bit nervous, whimpered and lay down, exposing its soft belly in a cute pose.

What if its master found out someone fed it gold? Would she cut back on its regular food?

“Good girl, finally saving Daddy some money,” Si Fuqing patted its head.

“Daddy is relieved.”

Little Bai rolled its eyes.

Thankfully, its master didn’t know about the large gold brick it had eaten.

Si Fuqing opened her sketchbook, scanned two of her fashion designs, and created a file package.

She then opened her email, entering Glenn’s email address.

Si Fuqing paused, pondering for a moment.

Seconds later, she deleted that address and entered another one.

She wrote a name in the message body and hit send.

After sending, she collapsed onto her bed and quickly fell asleep.

At this time, in Glenn, an international artistic sanctuary.

This place gathered renowned actors, singers, and geniuses in painting and sculpture from around the world.

Street artists hoping to be discovered by Glenn weren’t allowed in the central area, performing nearby, all dreaming of being signed by a talent scout one day.

Nighttime in the Great Xia Empire, daytime here.

In an office.

A nearly forty-year-old man with brown hair and blue eyes worked diligently.

“Mr. Mel,” his assistant entered, “several shows from the Great Xia Empire invited you, including invitations. One of them…”

She opened an exquisite invitation: “It’s called ‘Youth With You’, modeled after a foreign hundred-people talent show.

“No time, no interest,” Mel dismissed without looking up. “I know without seeing. These shows focus on popular stars, ignoring real talent and art. Nothing worth watching.”

Did he really think the entertainment industry in Great Xia was still like decades ago, with talents emerging, gathering a crowd, and inspiring international imitation?

Or perhaps during the days when Yun Lan was still around?

Even if they bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, Mel didn’t want to sully his eyes.

The assistant nodded, gathering the invitations to store them away in the storeroom.

“I’m going to see the finished garments at Lan’s headquarters,” Mel stood up. “With the film festival approaching, we can’t slack off on the wardrobe. Please clear my schedule for the next two days.”

The assistant agreed and set off to prepare his itinerary.

Lan’s headquarters wasn’t far, just a few kilometers away.

Mel arrived at Lan’s main building quickly.

“Mr. Mel, welcome,” a staff member greeted him warmly. “You’re here to see the finished garments, right? Everything is ready, this way please.”

“Thank you. Is there a chance to meet with Mr. Gu today?” Mel’s demeanor was markedly different from before. “Or when might Mr. Gu be available? I’d like to invite him for a meal.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Mel, Mr. Gu has been very busy lately,” the secretary shook her head. “He really doesn’t have the time.”

Mel felt regretful.

In recent years, Lan had produced fewer core designs.

Only Mr. Gu Wenzhu was still actively designing.

Everyone in Glenn wanted to meet him, but they all faced rejection.

Mel had been waiting for two years to meet Gu Wenzhu without success.

It made sense.

Such a top international designer indeed wouldn’t have time for him.

The staff led Mel inside.

Meanwhile, on the eightieth floor.

Gu Wenzhu was in his office, reading a newspaper with a cup of tea by his side.

“Teacher,” the secretary knocked and entered. “Your personal email received several messages. I’ve cleared the spam for you.”

“There’s one that’s not spam. It’s labeled as a design and requests Lan to create it based on the design.”

“How did a design get into my personal email?” Gu Wenzhu adjusted his glasses. “Does it say who sent it?”

His personal email wasn’t Lan’s public submission address, and not many knew it.

Though it had been leaked once.

“I’m sorry, Teacher,” the secretary shook his head. “The address is blank, the sender encrypted it. Without your permission, I didn’t open it.” Gu Wenzhu nodded, not saying more, and sipped his tea.

The secretary understood, “I’ll delete it right away.”

Gu Wenzhu gestured for him to leave.

But suddenly, as if struck by a thought, his hand trembled violently, he said, “Wait, don’t delete it! Bring it here, let me see!” Surprised and puzzled, the secretary complied.

He brought over the laptop and opened the email.

Gu Wenzhu put on his reading glasses. He didn’t look at the attachment, but directly at the body of the email.

There were no unnecessary words, just a signature.

Luna.

Ordinary, but that wasn’t important.

Gu Wenzhu’s gaze slid further down, landing on two characters written in the language he was most familiar with.

Yun Lan..

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