“Tell the company I’m not doing it. This doesn’t match my image.”
“How does it not match?” Xiao Bai finally looked up, smiling ingratiatingly, “Xiaoman, an ancient costume fairy girl – isn’t this perfectly matched to your image?”
“What image in a trash advertisement?” Lin Xiaoman’s expression turned cold. “There’s not even a decent line of dialogue, let alone ad creativity. Shooting this would invite criticism.”
Xiao Bai still smiled, picking up the script and pushing it into her hand: “Xiaoman, now is not the time to be picky. If there’s a chance to shoot, just shoot. Getting the money is what matters most.”
“I won’t shoot!” Lin Xiaoman slammed the script back on the table, looking at Xiao Bai. “Now is the time for you to be a good agent.”
“A good agent should let you shoot,” Xiao Bai said earnestly, “Do you know how much money you can earn?”
“No matter how much money, I won’t accept.”
“Then do you know how much you’ll have to pay in compensation if you don’t shoot?”
“I’ll find a way.”
“
Although she didn’t have much money now, she was confident she could return to her original position by following things step by step. This compensation was not a big deal for her.
“Can you accept even twenty times the compensation?”
Lin Xiaoman slightly furrowed her brow, “This is an oppressive clause!”
“If you follow the contract, it can’t be considered an oppressive clause.”
Lin Xiaoman looked at Xiao Bai: “Are you trying to trick me?”
It was Xiao Bai who brought the original owner into the company, and she signed without any doubt because she trusted him.
“Can’t you have some conscience?” Xiao Bai was angry. He had brought her to the company out of pity, and now that she had some achievements, she was turning around to blame him. This was too much!
