The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: 130 A slap in the face, too late for regrets [2 updates]

The film producer went weak at the knees upon seeing Nie Chao.

Although he was in charge of the overall planning and shooting of the script, he had no idea what the boss’s preferences were.

Originally, he had produced a small web drama according to current web drama trends, opting for sensationalism at every corner—the Asura Field full of amnesia clichés was used.

At that time, the producer thought it was quite good when he saw many comments online.

Little did he know that their boss would personally visit the studio, claiming that if they continued to shoot such melodramatic dramas, he would break their legs.

The producer was panic-stricken inside.

Their boss hardly ever came to Hengdian; could this mean he was serious this time?

Adjacent to him.

The moment the producer began to speak, Luo Ziyue’s mind went completely blank, and her ears buzzed with noise.

“…”

She could barely comprehend what the producer was saying, her arrogant expression frozen on her face, as she stared ahead blankly, her eyes devoid of spirit.

The staff following behind her also had their laughter freeze, utterly incredulous.

This person wearing a pink suit with slippers was the boss?!

Did he just attempt to take the seat of the drama’s boss and even made bold threats?

The staff member shivered, his body quaking uncontrollably.

Just as he was about to confirm with the producer, the producer wiped off sweat and spoke again, “Miss Luo, let me introduce you, this is our investor, Mr. Nie Chao.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Nie Chao replied, still holding his luxurious chair. Hearing this, he responded sarcastically, “I’m not an investor; I’m a group performer that’s been blacklisted by Hengdian.”

Luo Ziyue’s face turned pale in an instant, far from her previous arrogance.

Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but she couldn’t say anything.

As Nie Chao spoke, the producer also remembered what Luo Ziyue had said before, both shocked and angry, “What did you say? You want to drive the investor out of Hengdian?”

“No, I…” Luo Ziyue was exceedingly embarrassed and overwhelmed with shame.

She felt as if her face was burning with pain, wishing she could just bury herself in a hole.

She was used to throwing her weight around. Even before she debuted, she acted the same way in “Youth 101,” and the other contestants dared not speak out against her.

After all, she had connections, and even if someone didn’t like the exposure she got, their Weibo posts would be scrubbed clean. In the end, the one who would suffer was the person who exposed her.

Thus, Luo Ziyue never considered the consequences; whoever crossed her, she would let them have it.

Who would think that such a big investor would dress so informally?

“Mr. Nie, I’m sorry,” Luo Ziyue was forced to apologize, her voice faltering, “I didn’t know before and have offended you, it really is…”

“Don’t apologize to me,” Nie Chao wasn’t buying it, “What did you say about The Seventh Young Master’s sister? Say it again.”

He looked her up and down: “What are you, to have her come for you?”

Even The Seventh Young Master was barely entitled to that privilege.

What was this obscure actress?

Nie Chao really wanted to swing his chair up and vent his anger.

In one sentence, he humiliated Luo Ziyue so much that she couldn’t even stand steady. Her face turned pale, and she stammered out, “This young lady, I’m…I’m sorry, I always thought you were my illegitimate child, I…”

The girl had ignored her from the beginning, not even glancing in her direction.

This made Luo Ziyue feel even more humiliated, and the color drained from her lips completely.

She turned to Nie Chao, her tone for the first time tinged with a hint of pleading, “Mr. Nie Chao, I really didn’t mean it.”

“Sorry, but I’m that petty,” said Nie Chao, who had seen his fair share of celebrities in the entertainment industry. Luo Ziyue wasn’t at all on his radar. He spoke directly to the producer, “Have her leave our drama group right now, and I don’t want to see her in Hengdian.”

The producer naturally heeded Nie Chao’s words and made a snap decision, “Miss Luo, you don’t have to come for filming at seven tomorrow morning. I’ll settle your remuneration for these past few days.”

“Gather all your stuff and your entourage and get out. Our drama group’s temple is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you.”

Luo Ziyue’s body swayed, her complexion deathly pale.

Regret surged within her wave upon wave, along with a sense of injustice, as tears began to gather in her eyes.

“And this staff member too, you’re fired,” Nie Chao continued, “What an attitude to work, no manners at all. You’re lucky it was me; if you had encountered another company’s boss, you’d be straight back home farming.”

The staff member shook like chaff, “Boss, I didn’t know it was you, if I had known…”

“So what, if you knew you would have climbed on top of my head?” Nie Chao scoffed, “Too unlucky, take care of this mess, we’re leaving.”

He cleared his throat, lowering his voice, “Seventh Young Master, I’m cool, right?”

Fu Yunshen glanced at him, with a smirk, “Maybe when you have a sense of style.”

“What’s wrong with my sense of style,” Nie Chao grumbled, “If I had the same presence as you and my brother, I could wear a burlap sack and still pull it off.”

The producer saw the three of them off, calling out, “Boss, don’t worry, this drama will definitely satisfy you.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw the girl stop, turn around, and walk back to him.