Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Shanghai, Jiaxing Entertainment.

Inside the private office, Yang Mi was leaning back in the boss's chair, rubbing her temples with a slight headache.

Several documents were piled on the table, waiting for her signature.

"Sister Mi, someone from the military region has come. They say they are the secretary of General Zou Jianguo, and they brought a young man with them. They want to see you."

The assistant's voice came through the internal phone.

"Military region? Zou Jianguo?"

Yang Mi was stunned for a moment, then sat up straight.

She was very familiar with the name Zou Jianguo. He was an elder who grew up in the same compound as her father's generation and was a big shot in the military region.

His secretary personally brought people over?

"Let them in," Yang Mi instructed, her mind filled with doubt.

Soon, there was a knock on the office door.

A young man in a crisp military uniform, exuding a capable air, walked in with another young man also in military uniform.

Yang Mi, the secretary walking in front, didn't recognize him, but she only glanced at the young man behind her and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

That face was very handsome, the kind of handsome that would be considered top-tier even in the star-studded entertainment industry, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a high nose bridge, but his face always carried an unusual calmness.

After seeing his features clearly, a long-forgotten name surfaced from the depths of Yang Mi's memory.

Li Moan.

Her cheap nephew.

Come to think of it, how many years has it been since I last saw this kid?

Back then, the other person was just a little pudding.

"How did this kid suddenly end up here with me?" That thought popped into her mind.

Yang Mi's family and Li Mo'an's family are old friends. According to seniority, Li Mo'an should indeed call her "Auntie".

A somewhat absurd image even popped into her mind: she was only nine years old then, with two pigtails, while this boy was still wearing open-crotch pants, and she had even flicked his little penis out of curiosity.

Thinking of this, a hint of unease flashed across Yang Mi's face.

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

Secretary Xiao Chen walked to the desk, gave a standard military salute, and said with utmost respect, "I am the secretary of Chief Zou Jianguo. I have been ordered by the chief to escort Comrade Li Mo'an here."

Li Mo'an, who was behind him, also saluted, his movements precise and his expression calm.

Yang Mi snapped out of her daze and quickly stood up, a professional smile on her face: "Secretary Chen, hello, please have a seat. Uncle Zou... what does this mean? Why did he send Mo An here?"

Instead of sitting down, Xiao Chen took out a document sealed in a brown paper bag from his briefcase and handed it to Yang Mi with both hands.

"General Manager Yang, this is Comrade Li Mo'an's file, as well as an official evaluation of him that Chief Zou asked me to pass on to you."

Secretary Chen's expression was serious, even with a hint of relief. He breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally gotten rid of this important person.

Yang Mi took the file bag, her doubts growing.

Why is the decision of whether a new recruit stays or leaves being made like the handover of some important strategic material?

She opened the file bag and the first thing she saw was the so-called official evaluation.

She cleared her throat and read it aloud softly.

"This comrade is of high moral character, an outstanding young person, has strong Party spirit, and comes from a revolutionary family..."

Yang Mi nodded repeatedly as she read this.

She knew all of this. The Li family was full of loyal martyrs, and this kid was of impeccable character and integrity, absolutely the best among the judges.

Such praise is well-deserved.

She continued reading, but in the latter half of the evaluation, the tone suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

"......but,"

Yang Mi looked at the words on the paper, her voice unconsciously slowing down as she read with deep confusion, "It's too strange, and it lacks sufficient perception of danger."

After reading it, she looked up, staring blankly at her secretary, Xiao Chen, and then at the calm-looking person next to her.

Yang Mi was speechless.

"Strange? A lack of sufficient awareness of danger?"

What kind of evaluation is this?

The first half is a commendation letter for heroes and role models, but the second half is like a mental health evaluation report.

"Secretary Chen, what... what does 'strange' mean?" Yang Mi couldn't help but ask. "And what about this lack of awareness of danger?"

Faced with Yang Mi's persistent questioning, Secretary Chen looked embarrassed and awkward. He seemed unsure how to explain, and simply said vaguely, "Ms. Yang, well... you'll understand in time. Of course, it's best if you don't."

These words made Yang Mi feel very uneasy.

What does it mean to understand something gradually later? And why is it best not to understand it at all?

"Commander Zou means that Mo'an is not suitable for a career in the military. He is interested in the entertainment industry, and after much consideration, he feels that entrusting him to you is the most reassuring option," Xiao Chen continued to explain.

Yang Mi nodded, indicating that she understood.

This was a case of the military trying to force him to leave, but Uncle Zou tried to shift the blame, and in the end, it fell into her hands.

However, the reason given for dissuading them from leaving is a bit too outrageous.

While Yang Mi was still processing this information, her secretary, Xiao Chen, had already completed her task.

He saluted again and said, "Mr. Yang, I've delivered the person. My mission is complete, so I won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave, his steps so fast it was as if a ghost was chasing him.

"Oh, Secretary Chen..." Yang Mi wanted to ask something else.

As Xiao Chen walked to the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned back, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.

He looked at Yang Mi and added, word by word, a personal instruction from the powerful Zou Jianguo:

"General Manager Yang, the commander asked me to convey a message to you."

"Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't let him dig."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He opened the door and strode out, as if staying even a second longer would be life-threatening.

Only Yang Mi and Li Mo'an remained in the office.

Yang Mi held the strange evaluation in her hand, her mind replaying the secretary's last warning.

Whatever you do, don't let him dig!

Why? What could happen if you dig?

She looked at her handsome, unbelievably calm-faced nephew and asked, "What do you mean?"

This seemingly random instruction brought Yang Mi's doubts to a fever pitch.