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“Meng Xue? Who’s that?”

The talent coordinator making the call was genuinely puzzled.

To ensure there was no mistake, he covered the phone’s mouthpiece and quietly asked the assistant director beside him, “Assistant director, it is Si Fuqing we’re talking about, right? Why are they mentioning someone named Meng Xue?”

‘Yes,” the assistant director looked puzzled. “Isn’t this her agent’s number? I specifically asked for it. Did something go wrong?”

“Not sure yet. Let me ask again.” The coordinator shook his head and resumed the conversation politely, “Hello, we would like to invite Miss Si Fuqing. Is she available?”

On the other end of the line, Feng Peizhi felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her ears buzzing.

Si Fuqing?

The Si Fuqing she managed?

How could this be?

Had Great Xia TV gone mad to invite Si Fuqing?

There must be some mistake.

The coordinator, not getting a response, started to grow impatient.

“My apologies.” Feng Peizhi finally snapped out of her shock. “You must have gotten it wrong. It should be Meng Xue, not Si Fuqing.”

“It is Miss Si,” the coordinator’s tone grew colder. “We received this number as Miss Sits agent’s number. If you’re not her agent, then there’s nothing more to discuss.”

“No, no, it’s me! It’s me!” Feng Peizhi’s voice was tinged with urgency, her face flushed in embarrassment. “I apologize, I manage many people, and Si Fuqing,

she… ”

She was the least noticeable among them, a mere tool for Tianle Media to boost program ratings, expendable once used.

Even when the other party insisted on Si Fuqing, Feng Peizhi still couldn’t believe it.

She tried to be tactful, “Not to disparage her, but I’ve managed her for two years, and her skills are really poor. She can’t even complete a solo stage performance. You might want to consider our Meng—”

She was interrupted by the coordinator, “It’s fine; our reality show doesn’t require her to sing or dance. We just need her presence.”

Feng Peizhi hesitated but still couldn’t help herself, “Even so, wouldn’t her appearance scare people off? You should take a look at Meng Xue; she’s the team leader, very capable, and takes good care of people, she—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” the coordinator interrupted her again, “Who are you saying will scare people off with her appearance?”

“Si Fuqing,” Feng Peizhi sounded puzzled, “Don’t you know how awful her makeup looks? She’s a total fright; featuring her in a reality show would drive the audience away, wouldn’t it?”

This time, before the coordinator could respond, the assistant director blurted out, “That’s utter nonsense! If she’s ugly, what does that make this Meng Xue you’re talking about? Is she even presentable to the public?”

Feng Peizhi’s face turned beet red. ‘You people are really—”

“What are we? Blind?” The assistant director cut off the call. “Forget it, we’re not discussing this with you any longer. We’ll contact her directly.”

Fuming, Feng Peizhi slammed her phone down and sneered, “Who’s the blind one here? Was I wrong to call Si Fuqing a fright?”

“Sister Feng, about Si Fuqing… she removed her makeup during a live stream yesterday,” the assistant finally spoke, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s. “And then her followers… her followers increased by nearly ten million overnight.” ‘What?!” Feng Peizhi’s voice soared. “Nearly ten million?!”

This rate of gaining followers was not unheard of, but it was still astonishing. Even actors who became overnight sensations due to a TV drama only gained followers at this rate.

Si Fuqing achieved this just by removing her makeup?

Is that even possible!

“It really is at that rate,” the assistant wiped sweat from her forehead. “Mainly because her real face is really…”

“Her real face? What real face?” Feng Peizhi became increasingly impatient.

“Let me see it now!”

The assistant didn’t dare to delay, hurriedly presenting the comparative screenshots.

Feng Peizhi’s pupils constricted sharply, and she involuntarily gasped, “It can’t be… it really can’t be!”

Though she wasn’t a top-tier agent at Tianle Media, she had seen plenty of artists under the management of other agents.

Not a single one of them possessed a face like Si Fuqing’s.

The term “divine beauty” wasn’t just for show.

Most fans pursued their idols for their looks, so it made sense for Si Fuqing to gain so many followers.

“Why didn’t you tell me about something this big?!” Feng Peizhi’s anger surged, and she grabbed the assistant’s ear. “Moreover, she doesn’t have a single penny. Who arranged the live streaming platform for her?”

The assistant winced in pain, tears flowing down her face. “Sister Feng, I don’t know either. I saw that you’ve been busy with Meng Xue’s matters from yesterday until now, so I didn’t dare disturb you.”

They all knew how much Feng Peizhi prioritized Meng Xue, so why would they bother her with a minor matter concerning Si Fuqing?