For a talent agent, she had seen all kinds of people: men, women, the elderly, and children.
Teenagers, young adults, middle-aged people, and the elderly.
Her work required not only professional competence, but also the ability to observe these people and interpret the thoughts hidden beneath their expressions.
Although the moment a person went from happy to unhappy was fleeting, the changes in their muscles were unmistakable. It was like the corners of their mouth turning upward or downward. No matter how quickly the change happened, the contrast between those two forms never changed.
The girl before her had lost interest because of what she had just said. That was actually perfectly normal.
Everyone wanted to live better than others and have more money than others. That was the most basic wish of most people.
But some people might not even realize certain thoughts of their own. For example, Everyone is trying to persuade me to give up, but I insist on carrying on anyway, or, I've already given up, so why are all of you insisting?
The agent had no desire to explore Nelly's inner world. She only knew that the girl's emotions had been affected.
"Your friend is more complicated than you imagine." The agent was very skilled at conversation. She knew what Nelly wanted, so she gave it to her.
"She... what happened?" Nelly's attention shifted very quickly.
The agent leisurely pulled a pack of Lady Cigarette from her pocket and lit one.
This was precisely the period when Lady Cigarette was beginning to develop explosively. Feminism Movement had made smoking a fashionable activity for women. If a girl did not know how to smoke, it suggested that she held old-fashioned ideas.
It sounded ridiculous, but that was the social phenomenon ordinary people were facing at the