"If your acting isn't good enough, you don't get hired. Isn't that simple?"
"What, are you trying to force me to use you?"
"Or are you upset because I drove away that brat you brought just now? Are you trying to use your reputation to threaten me, Yan Huan, into accepting a subpar actor?"
"Hmph, such a sharp-tongued young man." The old man narrowed his eyes.
"You think you're such a big deal just because you're backed by the [Clock Kid] IP?"
"Master of Disguise, huh? Then do you have the guts to spar with an old-school actor like me?"
"Why should I spar with you?"
Yan Huan waved his hand.
"Dreamy Ensemble, throw this old fart out!"
In an instant, the [Dreamy Ensemble] members waiting on both sides sprang into action and surrounded the old man.
"Huh? You dare lay a hand on me?!"
The old man said angrily.
"Do you know who I am?! Once I appear on a show and people ask me about Crouk Pictures, aren't you afraid I'll give you some negative reviews?!"
"Oh? You mean..." Yan Huan's eyes widened in sudden realization.
"We should make you disappear from this world entirely?"
"!!!" The old man was horrified.
"You dare! Young man, do you know the consequences of doing that, and what it would do to your studio?!"
"Do you still want to survive in the film industry?"
"Once word of what you've done gets out, how many good actors will still be willing to audition for you?!"
"The labels of brutality and arrogance will follow you until you go bankrupt!"
Faced with the old-school actor's accusations, Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.
No matter how senior he was, he was still just an actor—a mere performer. How could he be so arrogant that he even