All right, that just made him seem even more useless!
Chen Jiashu refused to accept it. [Is there anything you need my help with?]
Ye Siya replied, [No need to trouble yourself, Brother Chen. The company assigned me a junior assistant, and they can handle everything for me now.]
Chen Jiashu: "..."
Why did he suddenly feel so abandoned?
He contacted several artists who had previously worked under him, only to find that everything had been arranged perfectly for them.
A major company truly was different. Its efficiency was incredible.
There was practically nothing left for him, their manager, to do. Commercial deals and film resources ran like an assembly line; even obscure nobodies could land minor roles in major productions.
Just getting their faces on screen in those kinds of productions was far better than acting in low-budget web dramas.
Chen Jiashu lay sprawled across his bed, sighing miserably.
Ever since joining Tianyu Entertainment, it seemed the only thing he had done was secure Director Lin's film for Zheng Yening. He had not accomplished a single other proper task.
No, he had to rise up!
He wanted to work! He could not be some useless freeloader dependent on others!
Filled with determination, Chen Jiashu got up and prepared to pull out his laptop and finally make something of himself.
But he rose too quickly, and a sharp, aching sensation shot through his waist, sending him collapsing back onto the bed.
Damn it! That damned dog of a man!
He cursed silently.
Forget it. He would rest first and work hard once he had recovered.
In his current half-dead state, he really was not suited for working hard.
It took Chen Jiashu only one minute to go from standing tall to giving up.
After resting for a day, Chen Jiashu