The music exchange convention is about to begin.

Ji Fanxing nodded in an ambiguous manner and said to Bi Deng, half-truthfully, "Of course. Ever since I was a child, I have known that in the entertainment industry, only capital holds the power to speak. Look at my father—he is a renowned director, but what does that matter? With a single word from someone else, he still has to change scripts and replace leads just the same. I have always hated being told what to do. Since I have entered this industry, I naturally intend to be the one giving the orders, not the one taking them... Do you understand?"

"Heh..." Bi Deng took a sip of water to conceal his inner disdain.

Ji Fanxing was truly nothing more than a naive, wet-behind-the-ears girl! She didn't even stop to consider that if her own father, a great director, had moments where he was forced to bow his head, what gave her the right to think she could do any better?