Yan Xianjue was quite curious about that too.
But what he wanted to know more was whether Boss Lei himself knew how enthusiastic Lei Xuan was about screwing over his own father.
He was genuinely curious about Boss Lei's expression.
For that reason, Yan Xianjue had directly signed Lei Xuan.
And, in a buy-one-get-one deal, he had signed a director as well.
Yes, Yao Weiran—the one Yan Xianjue had bundled together with the fried starch sausages and secondhand cars and shoved over to Lei Xuan—had also been signed by Yan Xianjue.
As for why he had clearly opened a studio, yet signed a director and a screenwriter—
All that could be said was that rich young heirs did whatever they pleased.
Without caring whether anyone else lived or died.
The livestream chat was still a chaotic mess of arguments.
They were endlessly fighting over whether Ji Xi was actually a student in financial need, and whether he had received hardship subsidies.
Mixed in were a few scattered comments focused on the livestream itself.
"Did someone else come in?"
"This livestream is so lively."
"Seriously. I watched the streams from the past few days. There was basically just one guest, who came on and studied like crazy, while all the classmates around him had their faces blurred out. I honestly couldn't tell whether Ji Xi was a social butterfly or a corporate drone. Why was his livestream so different from everyone else's?"
"Not gonna lie, a few days ago, I got this The Truman Show kind of feeling from it."
"Then you're punching way above your weight with that comparison."
"Even the director would have to bow to you twice for that interpretation."
As more and more people joined the discussion,
the direction of the chat began to improve.
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