Behind the camera, Irene watched the scene unfolding before her, her eyes shining with admiration.
In a word, Zhang Yang's performance was seamless, flowing from start to finish.
She'd believed he could pull off the domineering CEO look, but she hadn't expected him to embody it so perfectly, capturing every nuance.
He was a perfect fit for the role!
"I'm giving him full marks!" the image consultant from Aisha Fashion murmured. "There's no look Zhang Yang can't pull off. It'd be such a shame not to sign a talent like him."
"Everyone has their own ambitions," Irene sighed softly.
If they could have signed him, they would have done so long ago. But Zhang Yang had made it clear that he had no intention of pursuing this line of work long-term, so there was nothing to be done.
On set, Zhang Yang performed with complete ease.
And precisely because he was so relaxed and unburdened, the results came out effortlessly natural—surprisingly good, in fact.
Time passed.
"Great, perfect!" the photographer called out.
"Finally, that's over." Hearing him, Zhang Yang relaxed and casually took off his suit jacket.
Keeping up an expression and maintaining the image of someone you weren't was actually exhausting.
"Handsome, have some water." A young woman who'd only recently started her first job hurried over with a bottle of water. Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze kept wandering over him.
"Thanks." Zhang Yang unscrewed the cap and took a long drink.
The young woman stood nearby, hesitating over how to ask for his contact information. Just then, she saw Director Irene walking over, so she quickly lowered her head and slipped aside.
"Zhang Yang, I'm starting to feel like I can barely afford to hire you," Irene said with a smile.
"Come on, Sis Irene, you're