Chapter 9: The Agent He Gradually Wrong (8)

Chapter 9

When they heard the broadcast voice, the other three panicked.

"When did Yin Zhizhi go out?"

"I don't know, her eyes were covered, how did she find a clue to get out? Don't tell me she just felt her way out blindly."

"Should we also blindfold our eyes to get out?"

...

Meanwhile, Yin Zhizhi had already finished. She had been chatting with the NPCs all the way and was a bit thirsty.

Yin Zhizhi walked up to the assistant, took a drink of water, and then cheerfully asked Ji Huan, "How was my performance?"

Ji Huan looked contemplative, "How did you know I was here just now? How did you know you had walked to the exit?"

Just then, the crew didn't make any sound, the only sound was their breathing.

Did she really recognize him just by his breathing?

"I heard it."

Ji Huan's expression clearly showed disbelief, who has such good hearing?

Yin Zhizhi spread her hands, "If you stay in those winding passages inside, and then suddenly come out here, you'll find the difference is quite noticeable."

Ji Huan adjusted his glasses, "Your performance was very good."

Yin Zhizhi didn't make any mistakes today, and her performance was even quite impressive.

This time, Ji Huan's impression of Yin Zhizhi's professional ability deepened considerably.

About an hour later, the others finally came out.

Ji Huan frowned, "I'm an investor, but I won't push anyone in. If you want to play a role in it, you'll have to audition and get the part yourself."

"Okay, I guess I can't take a shortcut then."

Taking a shortcut in this industry only meant trading favors for roles.

Ji Huan was about to give his young artist a lecture when he suddenly heard a commotion ahead.

He saw a crowd of people gathered outside the security checkpoint. Some people were even holding cameras, and many were pushing and shoving.

Ji Huan frowned.

Yin Zhizhi looked around, "Is there a celebrity passing through? There are so many fans waiting, will we be able to get through?"

Ji Huan looked at the crowd outside and frowned. They could get out, but it would be a hassle.

Even though it was almost midnight, the fans waiting and the paparazzi still seemed very energetic.

With her sharp eyes, Yin Zhizhi spotted a fan holding a banner: Xiao Xiangyun.

Xiao Xiangyun's fans.

Wasn't Xiao Xiangyun the artist Ji Huan used to manage? But he only managed her for three months before she was poached by another company. This should be considered a black mark in Ji Huan's history, having an artist poached by a rival.

Yin Zhizhi glanced at Ji Huan, whose expression remained unchanged.

"Someone's here. Is that person in the hoodie with disappearing bottom half Xiangyun?"

"It must be. Our Xiangyun has a great figure with long, fair legs."

"Xiangyun! Xiangyun, I love you!"

The fans gradually became more agitated—