Chapter 128: Transmigrated as a Scumbag in a Boy Group Survival Show (10)
Looking at the list handed over to him, He Ci propped his head against his forehead and stared at Old Gao. “Are your eyes failing you in your old age?”
Old Gao: “…”
He knew this roster was a bit absurd, but did it really warrant such an outburst from He Ci? As a working-class wage slave, I endure!
Offering a sycophantic look to He Ci, he said, “Is there really any other way?”
At the end of the day, what they originally wanted was simply a lifestyle assistant—under the guise of caring for the group, but in reality to monitor their every move… Low pay, endless tasks, and a long commute to boot; aside from those driven by pure passion or desperate souls with no choice but to crave these hard-earned pennies, virtually no one would even spare a second glance at a trash job reminiscent of the old times.
Old Gao had previously interviewed a few candidates, but all turned out to be unsuitable for various reasons…
Casting a glance at Xie Jinshen’s resume, he pondered for a moment before treading carefully, “…This is the higher-ups’ intention.”
Meaning: This assistant position was stuffed in by the executives above us, so don’t blame me; I’m powerless here.
Naturally, He Ci knew this person was pushed down from above… He just couldn’t figure out for the life of him why the higher-ups would stuff an assistant into the mix.
Especially since this assistant possessed rather good looks…
If this was some roundabout route to making an idol debut, it was a bit too roundabout.
Feeling his head throb with pain again, he checked Xie Jinshen’s resume, which turned out to be entirely blameless. Word had it his daily hobby was appreciating classical music—not having a single shred of connection to the idol industry…
He didn’t look like a fan at all.
Yet what kind of ghost who loved classical music would willingly come work as a hybrid beast of burden—a celebrity lifestyle assistant?
Was he just stuffed to the brim with nothing better to do?
He Ci had always known that aside from starry-eyed fresh graduates who knew nothing about the real world, this kind of overworked labor could only trick people harboring an inexplicable yearning for the entertainment industry. Perhaps their true motive was to serve as an assistant for three months, then turn around to become a marketing account on Douyin streaming entertainment industry gossip—earning far more than a pathetic assistant’s wage slave salary.
“Good university, good resume, good-looking too.” He Ci stared at Old Gao. “So tell me, why would he come be an assistant?”
Old Gao cursed He Ci internally for being so damn nitpicky.
Just consider it as hitting the jackpot in the lottery!
On the surface, however, he still had to play the chief eunuch to He Ci’s emperor. “Could he be… some boss’s son?”
He speculated, “Interested in the entertainment industry, so he came to be an assistant.”
“I’ve only heard of rich second-gens dropping cash to join a survival show and debut; I’ve never heard of rich second-gens dropping cash to come be a beast of burden,” He Ci countered.
Still, he knew that asking Old Gao to dig deeper was simply making things difficult for him… So he waved his hand, giving Old Gao an interview time, preparing to meet this new assistant in person to see what he was made of.
Cen Yu sat on the sofa, leaning in close to the two minor characters to check out the major news.
The photo selected was from when Gu Hanyin was nominated in a main competition unit abroad—Gu Hanyin was 30 that year, entering his prime, at the absolute peak of his glory.
In the photo, Gu Hanyin was walking the red carpet, surrounded by his entire production team.
Because the film dealt with realistic themes, the lead actors were all seasoned veterans of a mature age, making Gu Hanyin—walking right down the center of the red carpet—appear somewhat neurotically handsome.
Gu Hanyin was tall, standing at nearly 190 cm, with a lean, slender frame and a sickly pale complexion that looked perpetually starved of sunlight.
A smile rarely touched his face. When looking at the camera, he instinctively knitted his brows, giving off an immediate impression of an extraordinarily fastidious man.
Now Gu Hanyin was 35 years old; for a director, this age was practically just the beginning.
This was also the first time he had broken his silence after a two-to-three-year hiatus to announce a new film project. Cen Yu remembered one of the male leads was a veteran award-winning actor, while the other role remained uncast—demanding the raw, unpolished greenness and wildness of a newcomer.
“It says he wants to find a newcomer,” Cen Yu glanced over Gu Hanyin’s statement.
Naturally, this was the sanitized, sugarcoated version.
Gu Hanyin’s original words were: He couldn’t stand the acting skills of most people nowadays—either overly greasy, or lacking acting skills altogether.
He wanted the character itself, not a product of calculated, performed technique.
“Yeah…” a member sighed sentimentally.
They had all seen Gu Hanyin’s outrageous statement, and naturally, they could see how the comment section on Weibo had already turned into a World War III battlefield because of it.
After all, Gu Hanyin’s movie was truly a massive, coveted prize, and the role required an age under 25, driving young male actors to break their heads competing for it.
Yet the moment his statement dropped, it made him appear somewhat full of himself, as if looking down on everyone in the entertainment industry… Quite a few fans had already begun cursing him out mercilessly down in the comments.
Leaning close beside Cen Yu, Li Yanxiao naturally caught sight of the news on the two members’ tablet and the flaming war in the comment section below.
“Will we run into him on that day too?” Li Yanxiao had always spoken directly.
“Probably,” a member replied.
“After all, looking at the officially announced lineup, Gu Hanyin is also attending this fashion event.”
“Why would he go?” Li Yanxiao asked bluntly. “Judging by his statement, I thought he’d look down on this kind of occasion?”
“Shh!” The member hurriedly made a hushing gesture, thoroughly terrified of this big brother’s unfiltered mouth.
After all, they were a group now, and if any trouble arose, everyone would suffer collective punishment… “…Maybe he was invited?”
Cen Yu actually knew why.
Because Gu Hanyin’s mentor happened to have a painting being put up for a charity auction. His mentor had passed away the year before last, and this painting had been brought out from a collector’s estate specifically for this charity event.
Therefore, for the sake of this painting, Gu Hanyin would personally attend the charity gala venue as well.
Where he would run right into Xie Jinshen, who was working as an assistant…
Cen Yu thought to himself: This is a major face-slapping, satisfying plot point in the original novel!
The protagonist shou, abandoned and threatened by the scumbag, enters the entertainment industry by a twist of fate. While serving as an assistant, he actually gets scouted by a top-tier director dropped from the heavens, transforming into an overnight sensation and rising star in the entertainment industry.
Li Yanxiao had originally just asked offhandedly.
Seeing the members looking as if they were confronting a formidable enemy, he instantly found it somewhat boring.
Noticing that Cen Yu beside him seemed particularly interested in this, he spoke up, “You interested?”
The moment those words left his mouth, the gazes of the remaining two members instantly converged onto Cen Yu.
—Though teammates, they were also competitors.
Everyone wanted to be favored by Gu Hanyin and soar straight to the top, but thinking about it was one thing; voicing it out loud was another matter entirely.
“No,” Cen Yu looked at the two minor characters who looked as if they were facing a deadly threat.
He felt the two of them were overthinking things way too much. What did it matter if he was interested? Gu Hanyin had to be interested in him for it to work!
“I’m just pondering a question…”
“We won’t have to dance at an occasion like that too, right?”
“…” The two members instantly fell silent.
Li Yanxiao also froze in place, somewhat dazed.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t sing and dance, but on such a formal occasion, having them perform the bouncy, high-energy title track from their survival show?
…That didn’t seem quite appropriate, did it?!
