I can support you.

Xue Pianpian stared at the screen for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered something. She took out the video of Tang Xintian's fighting scenes that she had edited, clicked on Ning Youran's dialog box and hesitated - Tang Xintian's moves in the video were beautiful, but they always lacked the "gun barrel rubbing against the trouser seam" neatness of Ning Youran. Should she remind her sister to teach her some more real things?

Just as I was struggling, Ning Youran called.

"Xue, in fact, with your current status, you can meet Tang Xintian without the excuse of visiting the set. Think about who you are? You are the chairman of the Haoting Group! A big boss with a net worth of hundreds of billions. What kind of celebrity wouldn't respect you!"

Xue Pianpian held the phone, her fingertips hovering over the screen, and was amused by Ning Youran's straightforward words.

"Sister, you are bringing up something irrelevant."

Xue Pianpian smiled helplessly, her fingertips swiping across the clip of Tang Xintian's fighting scene on the screen.

"If I act like a chairman, the way she looks at me will change. I don't want the face of being the 'Chairman of Haoting Group'. I just want the excitement and thrill of a fan meeting their idol."

Ning Youran's light laughter came from the other end of the phone:

"Alright, I can't argue with you. I'll tell her assistant about visiting her on set and tell her that you're my friend and a die-hard fan of Tang Xintian."

She paused, and her tone suddenly became serious.

"But I watched the video you sent me. Tang Xintian has a good figure, but she's too focused on looking good, and lacks a bit of 'fierceness'.

I'll go to the crew tomorrow and start teaching you how to walk on stage and hold your gun. I guarantee you'll see results in three days."

Xue Pianpian could already see Tang Xintian being "specially trained" by Ning Youran, and she couldn't help but curl her lips:

"Don't be too strict, she still has to film."

"You think I'm a philanthropist?"

Ning Youran snorted.

"If you want to learn the real thing, you have to shed some skin. When my master used the cane to whip my legs, he never said 'gentle'.

Also, are you feeling sorry for her? Humph, I'm jealous! "

Snow laughed loudly,

"Hahaha, sister, you're so adorable! She's just a celebrity I admire, not on the same level as you. But you're my biological sister, someone I've cherished for two lifetimes!"

"That's pretty much it."

Ning Youran's voice was filled with smile again.

"Okay, enough of that. I'm getting up and going to eat. We're at the party today, but tomorrow I'll bring a real gun to the set and show your idol what real 'gun barrel rubbing against pants seams' is like."

Xue Pianpian tapped the screen with her fingertips and sent the video of Tang Xintian's fight scene, with the message: "Sister, look at her turn, isn't it too flamboyant?"

"receive."

Ning Youran replied immediately, followed by an emoticon of "sharpening a knife".

"Just wait and see how I fix her bones."

After hanging up the phone, Xue Pianpian quickly got up and washed up. She was going to visit Haoting Group again today and would be returning to City Z soon. Before leaving, she had to show her presence and authority as the chairman.

The elevator went straight to the top floor. As soon as Xue Pianpian stepped out of the elevator, the employees in the corridor stood up straight, their voices filled with cautious respect:

"Hello, Chairman."

Xue Pianpian smiled and said to everyone:

"Let's all get busy."

Walking into the office with Ye Fengning, Xue Pianpian sat down in the office chair.

"Feng Ning, does our group have any business related to film and television?"

Ye Fengning thought for a moment and replied:

“Yes, but it accounts for a very small proportion, mainly some low-cost online drama investments.”

Xue Pianpian tapped the table lightly with her fingers, and Ning Youran's image appeared in her mind.

"I want to increase investment in this area and set up a dedicated film and television subsidiary. Please arrange for us to make a detailed plan."

Ye Fengning was a little surprised, but nodded quickly.

"Okay, Chairman, I'll arrange it right away."

Xue Pianpian leaned back in her chair, thinking that once the company's film and television business was established, she would make her idol sister into another kind of idol besides opera, otherwise it would be a waste of her stunning beauty.

While he was lost in thought, Ye Fengning had already arranged his work and returned.

"Chairman, I'll have the marketing and legal departments liaise immediately and provide you with a preliminary framework for establishing a subsidiary within three days."

Ye Fengning handed over a cup of warm water and his eyes fell on the wallpaper on Xue Pianpian's phone screen.

Xue Pianpian took the water cup and paused on the phone screen.

"Feng Ning, if our idol sister were to film a TV series, would you want to watch it?"

She raised her eyes to look at Ye Fengning, with a determined light in her eyes.

"I think such a beautiful person should be visible to everyone, otherwise it would be too selfish."

Ye Fengning's heart moved, and he understood something instantly:

"Do you want to..."

Xue Pianpian's lips curled up, and a smile instantly spread across her face.

"I wanted her to stand in a brighter spot."

Xue Pianpian's fingertips brushed across the stills of Ning Youran on the screen, and the light in her eyes was brighter than the sunlight outside the window.

"Look at her on stage. A flick of her sleeves can sweep away the dust, and a sweep of her spear can calm the mountains and rivers. This kind of strength that comes from her bones should not be confined to the stage of local opera."

She put her phone on the table, stood up, walked to the French window, and looked at the busy traffic downstairs:

"The first play of our new company will be a story about an opera legend. Let her play the leading female role, rising from a little girl in the martial arts department to a famous actress. The real skills of the female warriors and the brilliant voices of the bangzi opera will all be captured on camera."

Ye Fengning looked at her back and suddenly felt that this young chairman could always express his "selfishness" so frankly and movingly.

Just as she was about to speak, Xue Pianpian turned around abruptly, with a cunning glint in her eyes:

"Oh, right, we need to add a fight scene to the script, letting her and Tang Xintian have a proper duel—one is a chivalrous heroine in opera, the other a hero on screen. Just thinking about it makes me feel so excited."

"What about Miss Tang Xintian..."

"rest assured."

Xue Pianpian smiled confidently.

"Teacher Ning is teaching her now. Once filming starts, I'm sure they'll be able to fight both on and off screen, turning the neatness of 'gun barrel rubbing trouser seams' into something spectacular for the whole world to see."

She took a sip of the warm water on the table, then suddenly added as if remembering something:

"Oh, right, the script has to include a cappella performance for Teacher Ning. It should be her signature piece, 'True Love of Heaven and Earth.' I want everyone to know what it means to be truly 'touching and moving, heart-wrenching.'"

The sunlight shone through the glass onto her, as if adding a gilded edge to this ambitious plan.

Ye Fengning lowered her head and wrote down the four words "Legend of Liyuan" in her memo. Suddenly, she felt that following such a chairman, her future days would not be boring.

"correct,"

Xue Pianpian suddenly walked to the desk, tapped a few times on the keyboard, logged into her Baidu Netdisk, and pulled out a file for Ye Fengning to see.

"Here are the clips of Teacher Ning's performances over the years that I've compiled, as well as several out-of-print scripts passed down by her master. Have the writing team study them carefully. Don't make it a tearful drama. Write about the inherent toughness of a female warrior – someone who can sing to a standing ovation on stage, yet dares to draw her weapon for justice off stage. That's what true legend is."

Ye Fengning glanced through the documents and was surprised.

"Chairman, are you familiar with opera?"

Xue Pianpian smiled.

"My old lady is a big opera fan. She used to take me to the theater. At that time, I felt that every gesture of the people on the stage was more moving than any story."

Ye Feng nodded in understanding, and saw Xue Pianpian pick up the phone:

"Come on, go shopping with me, and give yourself a break."

After a pause, he continued,

"How's your business going? Do you need my help?"

Ye Fengning shook his head and said calmly:

"No need. I've already sent the divorce agreement back to him. I'm just waiting for him to sign it."

"What will the child say? Will he be unable to accept it?"

Xue Pianpian gently stroked the phone case with her fingertips, her tone filled with gentle concern.

Ye Fengning lowered her eyes and spoke in a softer voice:

"Well, Xiao An and his father have a good relationship. If he knew, he would definitely be upset! But although Xiao An is young, he is still sensible. I believe he will understand me if I explain it to him clearly."

Xue Pianpian patted her shoulder gently and said softly:

"I know that no words of comfort will help you now, you have to rely on yourself to adjust.

Feng Ning, how about I give you a break? Go out and relax, and completely change your mood?