Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 394 Confirming the Assistant Candidate

All five people have been introduced.

Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room discreetly.

Zhang Xinyu has the most outstanding appearance; she's the kind of woman who stands out in a crowd.

Huang Mengying and Li Chun are students at the Beijing Film Academy, with formal training and solid foundations. Their application for assistant positions clearly has ulterior motives.

Zhou Weitong is a former model with outstanding looks and an outgoing personality.

Gan Lu graduated from the Directing Department of the Central Academy of Drama, making her the most professionally qualified.

"When you submitted your resumes, you should all know that the daily work of the life assistant position is to coordinate my schedule and liaise with the film crew and the media."

Working hours are irregular, and it's common to be called up in the middle of the night to deal with emergencies.

Those who lack the mental fortitude to handle it cannot do it.

Fu Yibai's gaze swept over the five women.

None of the women made any comment.

Fu Yibai remained silent for a few seconds.

"Zhang Xinyu, report for duty tomorrow."

Zhang Xinyu's expression visibly relaxed, and she stood up and bowed.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu. I will definitely do my best."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Huang Mengying's and Li Chun's faces at the same time.

Zhou Tong, on the other hand, had a calm expression, probably because she hadn't had high hopes before coming.

Gan Lu nodded slightly, showing no emotional fluctuation.

Fu Yibai looked at Huang Mengying and Li Chun, then glanced at Guo Zhenni.

"Jenny, take them both to the sixth floor to find Lin Wei and have them sign with the company."

Huang Mengying and Li Chun were both stunned.

Zhou Weitong and Gan Lu also went over to let Lin Wei see if there were any suitable projects.

We can't let you come all this way for nothing.

"Thank you... thank you, Mr. Fu!"

"Thank you, Mr. Fu."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu."

That afternoon, Zhang Xinyu officially started working.

Guo Zhenni shared her work experience accumulated over the past two years without reservation, from Fu Yibai's daily routines to the classification standards for various documents, from the contact information of partners to the communication process for the heads of various companies.

Of course, there are some more important things.

Zhang Xinyu had already prepared all of this before submitting her resume.

So there was no rejection.

By the third day of Zhang Xinyu's employment, she had basically figured out Fu Yibai's lifestyle and work habits.

Guo Zhenni explained things to her in great detail, and Zhang Xinyu wrote them down one by one in her phone's notes app, reviewing them repeatedly.

That evening, Fu Yibai finished processing the last batch of documents and turned off his computer.

Zhang Xinyu was organizing her schedule for tomorrow at her workstation in the outer room when she heard the door open and immediately stood up.

"Mr. Fu."

"Get ready, you're coming with me to a dinner party tonight."

Zhang Xinyu paused for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions. She quickly tidied up the documents on the table, picked up her coat, and followed him.

The dinner was held at a private restaurant in the China World Trade Center, serving modern Cantonese cuisine.

The host was Wang Changtian from Enlight Media, and several CEOs from film and television companies were also present.

Zhang Xinyu sat next to Fu Yibai. She was a little reserved at first, but as the meal progressed, she gradually relaxed.

When someone offered her a toast, she would deflect it for Fu Yibai; when someone handed her a business card, she would carefully collect and categorize it.

It was almost 10 p.m. when the dinner party ended.

Wang Changtian was a little tipsy. He held Fu Yibai's hand and talked to him for a long time in the parking lot, pouring his heart out. In the end, his assistant helped him into the car.

Fu Yibai didn't drink much today, but Zhang Xinyu drank several rounds for him, and her cheeks were noticeably flushed.

"Can you still walk?"

"able."

Zhang Xinyu nodded, and when she stood up, her body swayed slightly, but she quickly regained her balance.

The car turned into the villa area and stopped in front of a three-story detached villa.

Zhang Xinyu glanced out the car window, but didn't ask "Where is this?" nor did she show any surprise.

She unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the door and got out of the car, following Fu Yibai toward the entrance.

Zhang Xinyu took off her high heels and stepped barefoot on the floor, her toes painted with light pink nail polish.

She stood in the center of the living room, looking around before finally settling her gaze on Fu Yibai.

"Mr. Fu, this house is so big, do you live alone?"

"Friends occasionally come over."

Fu Yibai took off his suit jacket and casually hung it on the rack.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

"Know."

Zhang Xinyu slowly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Fu Yibai's neck.

"A personal assistant, you know."

It's just about dealing with everyday life matters.

As she spoke, she took the initiative to kiss him.

From the living room to the upstairs, clothes were scattered on the floor and stairs, like a broken road sign.

Zhang Xinyu sat in Fu Yibai's lap.

Her stunning body was on full display under the bedside lamp, her curves even more striking than in her resume photo, full and firm.

The light from the bedside lamp cast two overlapping shadows on the wall, which swayed slowly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Zhang Xinyu's voice was intermittent, sometimes very low as if afraid of being heard, and sometimes rising uncontrollably, echoing in the quiet bedroom.

Her fingers gripped Fu Yibai's back, her nails leaving faint red marks on his skin, before she loosened her grip in a shiver.

After an unknown amount of time, the bedroom fell silent.

Zhang Xinyu curled up beside Fu Yibai, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, her breathing gradually becoming calmer from rapid.

Her body was still trembling slightly, as if all her strength had been drained away.

"Mr. Fu."

Her voice was muffled, with a post-coital hoarseness.

"You don't need to call me General Manager Fu in private."

She paused for a moment, then changed her words.

"Yi Bai."

"Um."

Are you satisfied with me as your assistant?

"Satisfied, very satisfied."

"That's good."

Zhang Xinyu pressed her body even closer together.