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Chapter 541: Si Fuqing l s Resources, Dumbfounded (2)

Not to be outdone, Xia Zuo also handed over his card.

“I warn you, don’t try to poach him from me,” Calvin said. “You could easily cast someone in their twenties or thirties for your interstellar war film.”

“You could do the same,” Xia Zuo retorted, unwilling to back down. “Are you looking for a fight?”

Calvin, angered, rolled up his sleeves. “Let’s fight then. I’m not afraid of you.” The director intervened just in time. “Gentlemen… please, mind your image.” “It’s fine, not many people here recognize us,” Calvin said, readying his fists. “Let’s take it outside.”

With a cold huff, Xia Zuo agreed, “Fine, let’s go outside.”

And with that, they left.

The director was left speechless.

He was relieved he didn’t direct action films. The competition in that genre had escalated to the point where even directors needed to know how to fight.

After closing the door, he weakly asked, “Brother Yuan, could you pinch me? I need to know if I’m dreaming.”

Yuan Heping collapsed onto the sofa, murmuring, “I wish someone could slap me awake.”

Despite being a domestic triple-crown Best Actor with a secure status, the gap between him and A-list international actors was vast.

Who would have thought that Xia Zuo and Calvin would one day be vying for him?

“Bro, you’ve struck it rich!” The director pinched himself hard and jumped up excitedly. “No matter who you go with, even if you don’t win the Best Actor award, the international community will know you!”

Calvin and Xia Zuo, like Qu Lingyun and Roz, were gold standards with box office appeal.

Yuan Heping was well aware of this. Trembling, he dialed Si Fuqing’s number.

As soon as the call connected, he blurted out, “Fuqing, this is simply… simply unbelievable…”

“Did you meet them, Mr. Yuan? No fights, I hope?” Si Fuqing’s voice was relaxed.

Yuan Heping: “…I believe they’ve fought several times already.”

Realizing something, he quickly asked, “Fuqing, you… you know directors Calvin and Xia Zuo? Why didn’t you take the opportunity for yourself?” In these times, anyone with resources would tightly hold onto them.

“I don’t know them,” Si Fuqing replied calmly. “I just sent your resume to their emails. It was your talent that caught their eye.”

Yuan Heping fell silent.

His intuition told him something was off, yet her explanation made sense.

Eventually, he grasped at a question, “How did you know their email addresses

Such private information of international directors was closely guarded, not something anyone could just find online.

Si Fuqing paused briefly, “Yeah, how did I know?”

Yuan Heping knew she was dodging the question but didn’t press further. “Fuqing, I really owe you one. Anything you need, just say the word. How about I take you out for dinner?”

“I’ll definitely reach out if I need help,” Si Fuqing chuckled. “I’m heading back to Northern State, no need for dinner.”

Yuan Heping knew she was off to Northern State for filming. “Alright, alright.”

“People like Miss Si are rare,” the director sighed in relief. “You help her, and she helps you.”

Yuan Heping wiped his sweat away. “This is more than just help; she’s saving me. I can never repay this.”

He had long sought a breakthrough, and now he had a chance to soar.

Clapping his hands, Yuan Heping regretted, “I wish I hadn’t recommended her to you. I should have looked for someone even more influential than you.

You’re not even close.”

The director was left puzzled.

“Let’s go, let’s go. I’m in a good mood today; it’s on me,” Yuan Heping said as he quickly went to change. “Let’s feast!”

Outside the villa.

The paparazzi had captured their photos and were reviewing them.

“Who are these foreigners anyway?” one of the paparazzi assistants wondered. “They look decent, but with their dirty and disheveled appearance, are they beggars who came to our Great Xia to panhandle?” Was this the resource Si Fuqing introduced to Yuan Heping?

It seemed no different from a lie.

“No matter, we’ve got the photos,” the paparazzi leader packed away his camera. “Let’s go back and hand them to the news department for them to decide.”

They had accomplished their task for the day.

Whether Si Fuqing was being slandered or not, it had nothing to do with them.

Over at Great Xia TV.

Sang Yanqing submitted Si Fuqing’s drawing.

The staff, recognizing her, greeted warmly, “Sister Sang.” Sang Yanqing nodded.. “Which section has more applicants?”