Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 34 The person I'm clinging to is way bigger than him.

In the morning, the sky over northern Beijing was overcast, brewing rain but it was slow to arrive. Only from time to time did a gust of wind blow, slightly relieving the stuffiness in the air.

The cicadas in the trees were buzzing incessantly, but it was nothing compared to the noise at the audition for "The Road to Success".

Yan Zhuoyu arrived relatively early. "The Road to Qingyun" is a big production with many roles. Apart from the male and female leads, the other roles were not yet finalized, so there were many people auditioning, from third- and fourth-tier celebrities to extras. Almost everyone gathered here.

The role she auditioned for was the third female lead, playing the female prime minister in the princess's camp. Her character had a complete storyline and many highlights.

To better embody the character, Yan Zhuoyu came without makeup, her eyebrows naturally black, her features three-dimensional and deep, exuding the heroic spirit of a harbor woman.

Qiao Xinyun gently tugged at her sleeve and gestured forward with her lips.

"Didn't that little carp already have her costume photos taken and be waiting for filming to start? Why is she here at the audition today to join in the fun?"

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at Song Zhiyu, who was burdened with the pressure of huge compensation, and walked out of the audition room with a smile, showing no sign of worry, and then quickly left.

She said nonchalantly, "Who cares?"

Half an hour later, the assistant in charge of the audition called out, "Number 37, Yan Zhuoyu."

The assistant's voice was very loud, and his shout attracted a lot of attention.

Yan Zhuoyu is currently a hot topic, and anyone who has ever browsed Weibo knows about this mysterious "entertainment industry judge".

Several obscure celebrities gathered together, silently observing her.

Qiao Xinyun escorted her to the door, constantly reminding her: "Act well, don't be nervous. You've already written tens of thousands of words of character biographies, so you have a very thorough understanding of this role. You'll definitely be fine."

When it was time for Yan Zhuoyu's audition, she became even more composed. She tied her hair into a high ponytail with a black hair tie, showing off her thick hair.

She slapped the script into Qiao Xinyun's hands and laughed, "Sister Qiao, I think it's more appropriate to call you Mom Qiao from now on."

Qiao Xinyun rolled up her sleeves and put her hands on her hips. "You want to add more classes again, huh?"

"Wrong, wrong."

Yan Zhuoyu pushed open the door and entered. Everyone inside looked at her with surprise. Even the actor who had auditioned was still acting in the room when she interrupted him.

The director frowned: "Ms. Yan, didn't I have someone tell you that you don't need to come to the audition? Is there something you're unhappy about?"

"Even if you have grievances, you shouldn't disturb other people's auditions."

Yan Zhuoyu's brow twitched. She suddenly remembered that Song Zhiyu had just come by. Had she been tricked?

"I came here after I heard the staff call my number."

The director then angrily berated the assistant standing to the side: "What kind of mess did you make! It's one thing to waste everyone's time, but Miss Yan is different; her time is precious..."

The actress auditioning was no pushover either; she was known in the industry for her fiery temper. Provoked like this, she turned around and glared at her angrily: "What do you mean, 'it's fine if I'm delayed'? Doesn't my time matter? Miss Yan, you must give me a reasonable explanation!"

Qiao Xinyun stood protectively in front of Yan Zhuoyu, about to explain, but her assistant beat her to it, feigning a wronged expression: "Ms. Yan, I'm so sorry, I called you earlier to inform you that the audition was canceled, but you kept walking forward and I couldn't catch up with you. You insisted on coming in to demand an explanation from the director, and I... I didn't dare to stop you..."

The group was arguing loudly, and people outside gradually gathered around, eager to see what was going on.

The director looked troubled and spoke evasively, seemingly trying to avoid a direct confrontation: "Ms. Yan, no matter what you say... money can't solve everything, right? As directors, we have a responsibility to the audience..."

He spoke in a mumbled manner, as if he hadn't said anything at all, yet it also seemed like he had said everything.

Netizens speculated that Yan Zhuoyu tried to bribe the director to secure a role, but the director refused, leading to a conflict.

Yan Zhuoyu watched the group of people chatting away and found it somewhat amusing.

"Director Liu, I don't know if you've lived up to the audience's expectations, but I know you're definitely a good actor. Look at the atmosphere you've created; if I weren't the one in the situation, I would have actually believed you."

She took a step back, leaned against the door, and glanced at the curious onlookers: "Did you see my assistant chasing after me, demanding an explanation?"

The bystanders were suddenly dragged into the incident, but no one said a word, all pretending to be very busy.

The director smiled broadly, as if he had expected this.

Those who come out to act are just trying to make a living. The entertainment industry is full of complex connections and relationships, and you can't easily offend anyone.

He gently suggested, "Miss Yan, it's hot outside, why don't you go home and rest early? When I have a suitable script for you, I'll definitely invite you to act in it, what do you say?"

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Yan Zhuoyu stood outside the hall, her face cold and her mood extremely displeased.

She stayed up several nights preparing for this audition, but now it's all for nothing. She even spent more than three hours outside in the sun, and her skin turned red from the sun.

I just asked Qiao Xinyun to check the on-site surveillance footage, but the result was that there was line loss and we couldn't find anything.

Song Zhiyu was certain that Pei would not want to reveal her identity as Mrs. Pei, which is why she dared to scheme so blatantly.

Not far away, the door to the hotel's VIP lounge opened from the inside, and Song Zhiyu walked out with a sweet smile, arm in arm with a tall man.

The man had a wicked and handsome face, with a somewhat effeminate appearance, and the two were behaving very intimately.

When Song Zhiyu saw Yan Zhuoyu, she shook the man's arm and whispered a few words. The man's lips curled up in a playful and casual manner, and the two walked hand in hand to Yan Zhuoyu.

Song Zhiyu gracefully brushed a strand of hair behind her ear: "Miss Yan, how did the audition go?"

"Thanks to you, everything went smoothly."

Yan Zhuoyu said calmly, "Otherwise, since the court robes in the drama are purple, I really wouldn't know how to get along with you if I joined the crew."

Song Zhiyu felt a little embarrassed, but the man beside her was completely oblivious, instead staring at Yan Zhuoyu with great interest.

When did this type of woman appear in the industry? Wild-looking, with an even wilder figure, more alluring than Italian women. He likes her.

Yan Zhuoyu was disgusted by his burning, almost greedy gaze and said bluntly, "Sir, if you have strabismus, go get it treated. If that doesn't work, try some Brain Gold drops. It'll treat both your eyes and your brain, all in one go."

Song Zhiyu was even more annoyed. She tightened her grip on the man's hand slightly, implying, "Brother Huaiye, Grandpa is still waiting for us to eat at home."

"Well, let's go."

The man walked past Yan Zhuoyu with an arrogant look in his eyes and blatantly handed her agent a business card.

He made a phone call gesture with his hand, which was very provocative.

Qiao Xinyun scoffed, "So blatant, aren't they afraid of being photographed by the media and having their relationship exposed?"

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled and gestured for her to look at the business card in her hand: "She can't wait to be photographed."

No wonder they weren't worried about their nearly 24 billion yuan debt; they'd found a sucker.

"I rely on!"

Qiao Xinyun's hands trembled as she read the name on the business card: "Zhou Huaiye!?"

The eldest son of the Zhou family, one of the four most powerful families in Beijing, second only to the Pei family, is said to have connections in both the legal and illegal worlds and has some business dealings in Italy.

"Zhuo...Zhuoyu, once we leave the hotel, we won't be assassinated, will we?"

"What's there to be afraid of? This is China. Who dares to act recklessly?" Yan Zhuoyu typed rapidly on her phone: "Besides, the powerful figure I'm clinging to is much stronger than him."