Sutan felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
When she had gone to the hospital that morning, He Yingzhen hadn't cared at all about her own dignity, making a scene in front of so many doctors and nurses. She treated Hechengming as her personal possession; unless she discarded him, no one else was allowed to touch him. Perhaps even if she did discard him, no one else could have him. If anyone dared to touch something she had set her sights on, she was capable of anything.
Zhao Jing continued, "The movie you filmed is about to be released, and *Journey to the West* is already airing on all the major television stations. If your acting is recognized this time, you'll be flooded with all kinds of casting invitations!"
"It takes so much heart and soul to make a film. If it can't be released because of you, or if its reputation is ruined, very few people will come looking for you in the future!"
"Our line of work involves a fair amount of luck. You’ve been lucky enough to film these past few years, but in a few years' time, if your luck runs out, you won't be able to get a role even if you want one!"
"What if the Art Troupe starts cutting staff in a few years? How far do you think you’ll get then?"
Zhao Jing’s words reminded Sutan of something very important: in a few years, a large-scale demobilization of soldiers would begin, and the artistic performers would be the first to go. Everything Zhao Jing said was true; their industry relied heavily on luck, and once your rep…
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