“Wait, you said ‘agent’? How did it end up in the agent’s hands?”
Jian Feiyang was startled by Fan Qing’s question, instinctively puzzled.
“Is something wrong with the agent?”
Fan Qing smiled faintly, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Nothing, just curious.”
Jian Feiyang let out an “oh” and shyly murmured,
“Actually, I’m not entirely sure myself, but I have a guess…”
He glanced around, then leaned toward Fan Qing, speaking softly.
“It’s like this: my brother and Nie Ge are friends—you know Nie Luo, right? Well, my agent is actually Nie Ge’s agent, you know that too.”
Nie Luo?
Fan Qing’s expression subtly shifted as he quickly retrieved information about the name from his memory.
Nie Luo—at the moment, the only top-tier triple-threat star in acting, singing, and hosting.
And, according to Fan Qing’s knowledge, the final big boss the protagonist of “Transmigration: I’m Everyone’s Favorite” would have to face.
So, Nie Luo turned out to be a major antagonist?
Fan Qing sifted through these thoughts and quickly scanned his own memory of “Fan Qing.”
Nothing.
Before becoming an assistant, he hadn’t cared much about the entertainment industry. For Nie Luo, he only knew his status—everything else was blank.
But Nie Luo is friends with Jian Feiyang’s older brother?
A calculating flicker passed through Fan Qing’s eyes. He quickly understood what Jian Feiyang was implying.
“You mean the agent signed you partly out of respect for your brother and Nie Luo?”
Jian Feiyang wasn’t entirely sure.
“I think so? Otherwise, why would an absolute newcomer like me, with nothing, be signed by Nie Ge’s agent—who’s at that level?”
He suspected it was more due to his brother’s subtle push behind the scenes, but he didn’t want to reveal that to Fan Qing.
It just felt too embarrassing to admit.
“You’re probably right,” Fan Qing said after a moment of thought. Then, as if casually, he remarked,
“No wonder the agent suddenly asked me if things on the set were busy and wanted me to help out with a small task.”
“Ah?”
Jian Feiyang was surprised, but instinctively replied,
“Then you should go help, right? The agent’s request should be important. The set is fine—you don’t need to worry about me.”
This pure-hearted kid would probably still be counting someone else’s money even if he got sold out. Fan Qing couldn’t help but smile wryly, though he wasn’t surprised.
However…
He smiled faintly. “Aren’t you going to ask what the agent wants me to do?”
Jian Feiyang blinked, looking puzzled.
“Can I even ask that?”
Fan Qing raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean, ‘can you ask’? You think you don’t have the right to ask what your own assistant is being called to do?”
Suppressing his thoughts for now, Fan Qing smiled lightly.
“Of course you can ask. I’m your assistant—if the agent calls me to help, it’s only normal for you to inquire.”
“Oh, right.”
Jian Feiyang nodded vaguely, blinking his curious eyes.
“Then… then what does the agent want you to do?”
Gossip!
So curious!
That was very much in line with Jian Feiyang’s nature, Fan Qing thought.
“The agent said Nie Luo’s assistant resigned recently, and they can’t find a suitable replacement immediately. So they want me to fill in for a couple of days.”
Jian Feiyang said “huh?”
“Again resigned?”
Fan Qing’s expression tightened slightly.
“Again resigned?”
Jian Feiyang nodded.
“Yes, for some reason, Nie Ge’s assistants resign every few days. So he’s never had an assistant he’s truly satisfied with—this seems to be well-known?”
Ah, that made sense.
No wonder when the agent asked, he assumed Fan Qing wouldn’t refuse and didn’t think it strange for a low-level assistant like Jian Feiyang’s to temporarily fill in for a few days.
Fan Qing understood, though his grasp of this world still needed to speed up. His own and “Fan Qing’s” knowledge of the novel was too fragmented, leaving him behind on some details.
First, he needed to quickly learn why Nie Luo’s assistants couldn’t last long.
While Jian Feiyang was filming, Fan Qing began quickly searching all relevant information—rumors, news reports, and Weibo trending topics.
After scanning every entertainment news source, he pieced together some conclusions about Nie Luo’s revolving-door assistants.
“According to gossip, there are three possibilities: First, Nie Luo’s private personality is eccentric and extremely hard to please. Second, he mistreats assistants, so they quit out of fear. Third, less common, the assistants are mediocre and try to sleep with him, so they’re fired.”
Fan Qing counted them quietly, wearing a subtly ‘intrigued’ expression.
“For someone of his caliber, essentially scandal-free, yet still highly productive every year, the first two explanations dominate? Either his team is completely incompetent, or he simply doesn’t get along with them. Fascinating.”
Fan Qing, before leaving, flipped through the encyclopedia entry on Nie Luo again, reviewing all the details he had gathered. After a moment of thought, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to the agent.
Yi Huan Entertainment
“Your phone is ringing.”
Leaning half against the sofa, a man lay in the shadow of the room. Only his impossibly long legs were crossed, stretching beyond the sofa’s edge.
His slightly hoarse voice betrayed faint fatigue, yet could not conceal the magnetic allure and raw sexiness of his presence. His arm rested casually over the sofa back, sleeves half-rolled, veins visible—a subtle warning of the strength hidden within him.
This was Nie Luo, an apex figure in the entertainment world.
“Forget him for now. About that assistant I mentioned earlier… have you thought it over?”
The agent sipped coffee, tapping the table.
“Not much.”
Nie Luo snorted, a frown knitting his brows, as though an invisible displeasure lingered, yet it did not diminish his unmatched handsomeness and commanding aura.
“You said it yourself—it’s Jian Feiyang’s assistant, his brother Feishuo’s sibling. And now I’m supposed to compete for a minor assistant? Are you serious?”
The agent was momentarily chastised, irritation rising, but he knew Nie Luo outweighed any of his other talents. He pressed on, careful.
“I’m not asking you to compete with him. You know Jian Feiyang just entered the industry—honestly, I wasn’t keen on him having an assistant initially. It draws attention, which isn’t good for him. Besides, you’re going to the set for auditions anyway. Taking him along is just a precaution. He won’t get in your way, and it gives me time to recruit a newcomer. You can’t go without an assistant—it wouldn’t look right.”
The words seemed considerate, yet carried obvious flaws.
Nie Luo, however, focused on just one line: For Jian Feiyang, a low-profile minor actor, having an assistant right away could indeed be problematic.
In the end, he agreed.
“That’s better. It’s just your own person following you for a few days. Stop overthinking it.”
The agent relaxed as Nie Luo relented, quickly typing out a message on his phone.
The next day, six in the morning.
Huff, puff, huff.
A young man ran along the river path, shoulders straight, head held high, covering lap after lap. Sweat ran down his temples, evidence of his long workout.
Passing peers, he nodded politely, greeting them with courtesy.
By seven, after Fan Qing finished the carefully prepared nutritious breakfast, he retrieved the suit he had bought at the tailor shop earlier.
Being Jian Feiyang’s assistant required discretion. But Nie Luo was different—here, proper attire was necessary.
Dressed neatly, Fan Qing took the subway to the company. Ignoring the crowd, he went straight to the agent’s office.
“Here already? I’ll send you the driver’s contact in a bit. Nie Luo’s location is near the audition site; he’ll go directly. You’ll wait there with the driver. You know what an assistant should do, right?”
The agent did not even look up, tossing out the instructions before returning to his work.
He meant it intentionally.
Yet, it was unsurprising.
Fan Qing merely responded with a soft “Mm” and turned to leave.
“Wait.”
The agent suddenly called after him.
What’s this guy’s attitude?
He almost wore his displeasure on his face.
“Do you have a problem with the company’s arrangement? Or is it that Jian Feiyang has an issue with me?”
Nie Luo aside, this Fan Qing was just a minor assistant. How dare he show attitude?
Fan Qing turned calmly.
“I don’t understand your question. I came to the company following your instructions, and now I’m about to contact the driver and coordinate with Nie Luo per your instructions. Isn’t that following both the company’s and your directions?”
The words were correct. Yet, this was the same guy who had previously stammered, struggling to speak clearly. Now…
Wait a minute.
The agent’s eyes flickered.
“You didn’t call him ‘Nie Ge’? You went straight to Nie Luo?”
Fan Qing’s expression remained calm.
“What’s the problem with that?”
The problem was huge.
A low-level assistant dared to directly call Nie Luo by name.
The agent squinted slightly, quickly calculating in his mind.
Originally, he only planned to place Fan Qing near Nie Luo. Everyone in the circle knew Nie Luo’s assistants couldn’t last long, so taking this opportunity to remove someone was perfectly logical.
And the arrangement could serve three purposes at once…
Now, listening to Fan Qing’s tone, it seemed he might have issues with Nie Luo himself…
A wry satisfaction crept into the agent’s mind.
Even without action from him, Nie Luo wouldn’t make things easy for this assistant. His plan would execute seamlessly.
This thought made Fan Qing appear more appealing in the agent’s eyes.
“You’re not Nie Luo’s assistant. Call me what you want. Time’s short—go.”
The agent glanced at his watch with mock care before returning to his desk.
“I’ll be off then.”
Fan Qing stepped out, a flicker of surprise crossing his otherwise calm face.
What’s going on?
He had suspected Nie Luo was targeting Jian Feiyang, but from the agent’s words, it sounded like the agent and Nie Luo were at odds.
If that’s the case, why did the agent send Jian Feiyang’s assistant to Nie Luo? What was the real purpose?