After saying this, Yu Hai turned to Song Xi beside Jiang Hao and said with a smile, "With looks and talent like yours, Miss Song, you'd definitely have great prospects in showbiz. What do you do, Miss Song?"
Yu Hai had taken the initiative to ask.
These business elites were all sharp as ghosts, each one more calculating than the last. He had proactively extended an olive branch.
Jiang Hao smiled. "My friend graduated from the Shanghai Theatre Academy. She studied qingyi roles. 'A qingyi's tears in a tune of Lanling, half-veiled face longing for joy'—Song Xi is proficient in singing, recitation, acting, and martial performance."
Yu Hai looked pleasantly surprised. "Qingyi—I love qingyi singing and costumes most. It's a national treasure. Miss Song, studying opera must have taken a lot of hard work, right? With that foundation, acting or singing would be no problem at all. Which company are you signed with now?"
"I'm not signed with anyone," Song Xi said quietly.
Smack!
Yu Hai suddenly clapped his hands.
"What a coincidence today, Miss Song. I sincerely invite you to sign with Tencent Pictures. I believe it would be a win-win situation for both sides," Yu Hai immediately said.
If he didn't say that, then he wasn't qualified to sit in the vice president's seat. All that earlier groundwork had been laid just for this sentence.
All three of them were acting, but damn it, this performance had to go on. No one could drop the ball, especially Yu Hai. He knew that if he did, he would suffer a tremendous loss.
Would signing Song Xi cost him anything?
Wasn't she just an ordinary artist? What the hell was there to lose? The major shareholder was sitting right there.
But would there be a loss if he didn't sign