Penny was very disappointed in the girl before her.
"You told your agent that you wanted to surpass me, didn't you?"
"Where's your ambition?"
She was making one last attempt.
Slani had once told her agent that one day, in terms of both career and achievements, she would surpass the hottest star of that era—Penny.
That was one of the reasons she had been selected.
Someone without ambition was difficult to control.
Someone with ambition was much easier to manipulate.
After speaking her mind, Slani was clearly much more relaxed. She thought for a moment before answering, "I was only sixteen back then."
"Do you think a sixteen-year-old girl whose head was filled with becoming a superstar could say anything particularly profound?"
Penny's success had led many middle-class families to treat raising a girl into a superstar as a career.
The returns on this career were high, and the success rate... actually wasn't that low, either.
After all, there was only one Penny, but there could be many girls like her who were cheaper.
Just as films of a certain type flooded the Federal market at different times, whenever a blockbuster appeared, countless copycats would immediately begin production and hit theaters.
Some companies even specialized in making low-budget films that skirted the edges of major productions. They could be seen as cheap versions of those big-budget movies.
Everyone knew this, even the audience.
Some media outlets had interviewed people who specifically rented and watched those terrible super-cheap knockoff movies, asking them why they watched such garbage.
Their answers had been quite amusing: "We just want to see how bad it really is!"
Where there was a large market, there were profits.
There had indeed been many examples of actors who made terrible movies before quickly moving on to the real