Was He Bragging or Complaining???

Bei Zijin pressed both hands against his cheeks and stared blankly ahead, as if his soul had left his body.

Seeing him like that, the Director stopped watching from the sidelines. He sprang up and asked anxiously, "Bei Zijin, how are you? Are you okay?"

When Bei Zijin swayed and fell face-first to the floor, the Director and his agent rushed over and helped him up.

His agent immediately checked his face. For an entertainer, his looks were his livelihood. Nothing could happen to them.

Bei Zijin had landed on his face, so his agent was especially worried he might have hurt it. "You idiot! Can't you protect your face?! You're going to ruin my livelihood!" Furious, the agent slapped Bei Zijin hard on the back.

A sharp pain shot through Bei Zijin, making him suck in a breath. But he barely noticed it. All he could think about was what he had just heard. Eyes wide with disbelief, he asked in a trembling voice, "What... what did you just say?"

Bei Zijin was sure he must have imagined it, but he still gripped his agent's arm and refused to let go. His grip was so tight that the agent cried out, "Could you let go first? You're about to crush my arm! It hurts!"

"You heard me right. A company wants to sign you. The terms are great, and you won't have to deal with any of that shady nonsense." His agent understood how he felt, and the anger that had just flared up vanished.

Bei Zijin stared at him in disbelief, then slapped himself hard across the face. It hurt! So this wasn't a dream.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?" His agent hurried to stop him, afraid he might do something else rash.

The Director grabbed