I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Wang Jinhua quickly jotted down a few key points, exchanged a few more polite words, and then hung up the phone.

In his office, Chen Daoming, holding a teacup, was still lost in a profound sense of absurdity.

The male lead in a major Hong Kong commercial film director's film.

A public service announcement during prime time on CCTV.

Either of these two resources would be enough for top-tier actors to fight tooth and nail for.

Now, they've all landed on a three-year-old child?

Wang Jinhua kept her head down, not even looking up, as she took notes.

"His name is Xiao Chen."

"I have already agreed to sign him to a personal management contract."

"We didn't make him sign with a company; he makes all his own decisions."

Chen Daoming: ? ? ? ? ?

Chen Daoming reasonably suspected that Wang Jinhua had gone mad.

He thought this was utterly ridiculous.

"Sister Hua, you're not kidding me, are you?"

"A three-year-old child?"

"What decisions can he make?"

Wang Jinhua added some water to her teacup.

"It's written in black and white in the contract that he has 100% autonomy."

"My job is to help him screen opportunities and then give him the choice."

These words made Chen Daoming frown even more.

He recently heard about the popularity of "The New Legend of Shaolin".

I also took the time to read the newspaper interview with the child named Xiao Chen.

The report described him as quirky and full of witty remarks.

But so what?

Chen Daoming's tone became serious.

"Being quirky and making the right career plan are two different things."

Chen Daoming looked at Wang Jinhua with concern.

"He's only three years old, Sister Hua! Does he even know what a script is?"

"And what about the platform effect of CCTV, and his career prospects? Does he understand what that means?"

"What if you let him choose now and he picks the wrong one? Or what if he just says he wants to go home and play with building blocks?"

"Isn't this ridiculous!"

"As his agent, you should be overseeing things for him at times like this, instead of letting him act recklessly!"

These words stemmed from a senior's concern for his friend's career.

Wang Jinhua could certainly tell.

"Daoming, I know what you're thinking."

"If it were any other child star in the industry, let alone three years old, even if they were thirteen, I wouldn't give them that right."

"But Xiao Chen is different."

Chen Daoming wanted to say something more, but Wang Jinhua stopped explaining, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and redialed.

Seeing is believing.

Wang Jinhua dialed the number while speaking to Chen Daoming.

"I let him tell you the answer himself."

Chen Daoming subconsciously straightened his back and fixed his gaze on the mobile phone.

Wang Jinhua glanced at his reaction, and the moment the call connected, she decisively pressed the speakerphone button.

……

On the other side, in a courtyard house in a hutong in Beijing.

Ye Huimei slammed the door shut, then leaned against it as if her body had fallen apart, panting heavily.

"Oh my god..."

"This is even more terrifying than trying to buy train tickets during the Spring Festival travel rush!"

She took off the sunglasses and mask that were covering half of her face, still feeling lingering fear.

Just now, on their way home from the airport, the mother and son were recognized by sharp-eyed fans.

At first, only one little girl pointed at Xiao Chen and screamed with surprise.

"Ah! It's Hong Wending!"

"It's Xiao Chen!"

The next second, the entire street was ignited by that scream!

"Where? Where?"

"Oh my god, it really is him! He's even more handsome than in the movies!"

"Little one, can you give Auntie an autograph?"

"Little one, would you like to take a picture with me?"

Within minutes, Ye Huimei and Xiao Chen were surrounded by a crowd.

The flash almost blinded Ye Huimei.

She had never seen anything like this in her life.

I felt like I wasn't bringing my son home, but rather escorting some national treasure.

In the end, she had a sudden inspiration and rushed into the nearby convenience store to buy masks and sunglasses for the two of them.

He managed to break through the encirclement amidst the chaos and ran home in a sorry state.

She was still in shock when she turned her head and found Xiao Chen calmly taking off his little leather shoes.

Then, with his short legs, he ran to the water dispenser, stood on tiptoe, and struggled to fill a cup with water.

He walked up to Ye Huimei, holding a water glass.

"Mom, have some water."

"Calm down."

Ouch.

Ye Huimei's heart melted instantly.

No wonder so many people like Xiao Chen.

Who wouldn't love her precious darling?

Ye Huimei took the water glass and reached out to rub her son's soft hair.

"My son is still the best-behaved."

Before I could even take a sip of water, the phone on the table rang.

Ye Huimei quickly went over and picked up the microphone.

"Hello?"

A capable female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Sister Ye, it's me, Wang Jinhua."

Is Xiao Chen nearby?

Ye Huimei suddenly recalled that short-haired, neat woman.

"I'm here! Sister Hua, wait a minute!"

She covered the microphone and shouted into the living room.

"Chenchen! Come quick, Aunt Jinhua is on the phone!"

Xiao Chen walked over and took the microphone.

"Hello, Sister Hua."

The clear and polite child's voice was transmitted through the electricity into the office of Shishiba Culture.

Chen Daoming raised an eyebrow.

Yes, she is quite polite.

But nothing more.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Jinhua didn't exchange any pleasantries or use a tone that seemed to be teasing a child; instead, she went straight to the point.

"Xiao Chen, there are two things I need to discuss with you."

"First, director Chu Yanping from Hong Kong greatly admired your performance in 'The New Legend of Shaolin.'"

"He wants to invite you to play a young novice monk in his next movie, 'Shaolin Popeye,' as a co-lead."

After speaking, Wang Jinhua paused deliberately.

Chen Daoming could imagine the reaction of a three-year-old child upon hearing these words.

What's the most likely person to be the director? Is the little monk edible?

However, all that could be heard on the other end of the phone was steady breathing.

Wang Jinhua glanced smugly at Chen Daoming before continuing.

"The second thing is that CCTV has taken a liking to your current positive image and wants to invite you to film a public service announcement."

"The title is 'Washing Mom's Feet'."

"Both of these projects have top-tier resources."

"However, there might be scheduling conflicts, and filming would be very difficult."

"According to the contract we signed, you have 100% decision-making power, so Chenchen, which one do you want to take?"

Chen Daoming shook his head with a wry smile.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jinhua actually asked Xiao Chen about it in a very serious manner, and he could guess what the conversation would be about to begin.

The child will hesitate and ask his mother.

Then, his mother would definitely say something with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Sister Hua, this...this is a big deal, we need to discuss it, the child is still young..."

Sure enough, Ye Huimei was completely stunned on the other end of the phone.

A famous director in Hong Kong?

CCTV?

The sheer volume of information overwhelmed her, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

She opened her mouth, about to say what Chen Daoming had predicted.

But her son, who was beside her, spoke first.

Only two words.

"Accept them all."