My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady

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Diyang Group.

Xie Cheng did not like interacting with Yuran, and with suspicions in mind, he returned to the company, heading straight for Bo Yan's exclusive resting room. He rushed up to him in a flurry; Bo Yan was holding the script for "Emperor Shun of Tang," which was the second script handed to him this year, invested by Diyang and a dedicated masterpiece directed by Lin Zhan.

Shooting was expected to start at the end of the year, with the current period being for preparatory work and actor communications, aiming for a summer release next year. Lin Zhan was already in his sixties this year, and this drama could possibly be the last work of his directing career, having spent three years just perfecting the script.

In selecting actors, he was extremely cautious, likely wanting to deliver an unsurpassable performance before retiring.

Bo Yan had worked with Lin Zhan before; his debut work at seventeen was created by Lin Zhan, a victorious piece that won countless awards.

There were also two opportunities to collaborate again, but they fell through due to Bo Yan's schedule conflicts. However, this time Lin Zhan extended an invitation a year in advance, and Bo Yan had almost instantly accepted.

Seeing Xie Cheng enter, Bo Yan didn't even lift his eyelids.

Xie Cheng rushed over, bracing his hands on the desk in front of Bo Yan, staring at him with a mix of shock and confusion, "Your 'Plague God' told me she doesn't need a car. She mentioned last time that she bought an apartment in Museli, which is close to her school!

Speaking of this, you might as well ask Mrs. Bo if she knows if there's any problem," he said.

During the conversation, Xie Cheng kept his eyes fixed on Bo Yan's face, afraid that he would miss any slight emotion. On the way here, he had been puzzled the whole way. The idea to buy a car, wasn't this something Mister here decided on his own?

Embarrassed to say it because it would be a loss of face!

But upon inspection, the man in front was unmoved as a mountain, with not the slightest change in emotions. Xie Cheng secretly thought that he must not have slept well to entertain such an utterly improbable doubt.

Really… That's unacceptable, totally unacceptable…

Bo Yan slowly set down the script he was holding, and slightly lifted his eyelids, "Oh, there must have been some mistake then!"

Just like that… It's over?

Xie Cheng didn't know how to voice the MMP in his heart! He clenched his teeth and swallowed the resentment simmering within him.

"Oh yes, I just ran into Head Li of the logistics department. He said that they've tallied the gifts your fans sent over, and cleared out another room for your gifts. Do you want to go and open some?"

Xie Cheng stared at the man's impeccable exquisite face and asked.

Bo Yan's popularity in the empire towered nearly crushing the existence of all other stars. On every artist's verified personal page, his popularity remained at the top, data thrashing scores of other artists.

On the annual Most Popular list, he topped with 180 million fans for seven years, with a fan base that wasn't as big seven years ago but was undeniably bolstered by Bo Yan's powerful fan-gathering ability.

The fan base grew significantly every year, and by the end of the year, it was expected to exceed 200 million.

All major mainstream media pampered Bo Yan like their own child; there was no helping it, his ability to attract money and fans was indeed strong enough to outclass numerous lesser kings and queens of the industry.

In this heartlessly fast-paced and ever-evolving place, Bo Yan remained at the top of the list for seven years, not only because of high popularity but also on the strength of one great work after another.

There were plenty of kings and queens in the circle, but Bo Yan was the only one deemed a god.

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