Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 903 - 374: Nabba’s Heavy Price

It turns out Su Huai misunderstood his soldiers.

In the closed internet community known as "Fun People Square," 20,000 soldiers roamed around idly every day, chatting and bantering, creating countless humorous anecdotes.

Strictly speaking, the emergence of a meme requires a trending topic as its medium of dissemination, to achieve public consensus and become part of popular culture, thus carrying the essence that can make people genuinely laugh.

These funny snippets at present are neither memes nor polished scripts.

Although Su Huai set them up with the hobby of screenwriting, they were still not up to the task of actual creation, merely fragments of inspiration one after another.

So what’s the solution?

Hire screenwriters, extract materials to build a database, then grant screenwriters access to this database, so they can craft real scripts.

Ultimately, this still needs to be grounded in genuine content creation. However, now that Xingyu has achieved breakthroughs from scratch, it inherently holds an advantage when it comes to scriptwriting—a rarity.

Su Huai was thoroughly satisfied and gleefully assigned Zhang a new task.

A few days later, Zhang reported back, announcing that he had recruited two seasoned comedy screenwriters, along with selecting some joke writers from the company’s literature department, forming Xingyu’s screenwriting division.

"Sounds great. I’ll reward you with a big drumstick for lunch today."

Su Huai joked, but then noticed Zhang wasn’t leaving. He raised his head again, puzzled: "What’s up? Is there something else?"

"Uh..."

Zhang responded with a sheepish smile, softly reminding, "Nazha has joined our company, but you haven’t met her yet..."

"Doesn’t she have some projects or something?"

"No matter how busy she is, it wouldn’t be to the point of skipping a reporting session... She’s been waiting for your summons, for nearly two months now..."

Su Huai remained unimpressed: "Why wait for me? Can’t she report to you normally?"

"You’re the heart of the company!"

Zhang said half-laughing and half-crying, "I managed to persuade her to become the top star of the film department, but where else would a company’s top star remain ignored by the big boss for two months? She’s practically on the edge, just shy of suspecting me of human trafficking."

"Stop exaggerating. Star Sky Film and Television is independent now, so you’re the actual big boss."

Su Huai thought briefly, realizing he should indeed meet her, and waved his hand decisively: "Alright then, arrange it."

Zhang accepted the command like a man granted amnesty: "I’ll have her stop by this afternoon to report to you!"

A little past 2 p.m., Tang Xian’er pushed open the office door: "Boss, Ms. Nazha has arrived."

Su Huai didn’t lift his head and continued writing: "Let her in."

Moments later, rhythmic stiletto clicks echoed from the entrance.

A strikingly beautiful urban lady, clad in a sharp and fashionable women’s suit, strode confidently toward the desk.

Her chin was slightly raised, eyes sharp and piercing, lips lightly pressed, her expression stern and reserved.

"Mr. Su, hello, I am Na... Na... Na Naz..."

As Su Huai lifted his gaze, the woman froze.

Even as Su Huai slowly and methodically twisted the lid onto his pen, placing it aside, she failed to complete her introduction.

Gou Huai chuckled lightly, breaking the awkward silence: "Nazha, have a seat."

"Ah, alright."

Nazha quietly and politely seated herself in front of the desk, gracefully tucked her hair behind her ear and adjusted her collar, as if afraid of appearing less than perfectly composed.

Pouring coffee nearby, Tang Xian’er couldn’t resist rolling her eyes—Where’s your aloof demeanor now? Could you try to bring it back?

She couldn’t.

I’ve always been a gentle and adorable little darling; when was I ever aloof?

Confidently justifying herself, Nazha stared unabashedly at the young man’s face and suddenly exclaimed, "Mr. Su, how are you so young and handsome? You gave me quite a scare..."

Su Huai examined her closely, sensing divine favoritism at play.

Beauty can be divided into superficial features and structural features—she excelled in both. Her distinctiveness was undeniable.

In person, she was even more stunning than in a movie. Her appearance, though inherently striking and aggressive, carried an improbable hint of innocence, betraying her naïve brows and eyes.

Among entertainment industry actresses, if you were to pick the easiest one to deceive, she’d claim second place—no one would dare claim first.

The thing is, fools don’t survive in the second-tier ranks or gain star status; they get eliminated early. Yet she was the exception—zero quality productions in her repertoire and relying entirely on her looks.

Scandal after scandal in her love life caused fans to despair and abandon her, quickly leaving her behind, but somehow that never diminished public affection for her—a rarity.

Evidently, beauty truly is the primary productive force in the entertainment industry.

The two stared at each other for quite a while before Nazha finally admitted defeat, lowering her gaze.

Su Huai chuckled: "Don’t exaggerate. The entertainment industry isn’t short on handsome men and beautiful women. I’m just average-looking."

"Makeup and natural appearance are totally different!"

Nazha’s rebuttal escaped her lips, before she hesitated, realizing her lack of decorum, lowering her gaze again.

Despite her age, whenever she felt embarrassed, she still exuded a girlish charm.

Clearly, this was a typical sign of immaturity—both mentally and emotionally.

Su Huai concluded instantly: This woman couldn’t be the lead star.

To be blunt, she couldn’t even rival Yang Chaoyue.

So, he went straight to the point: "Do you have any ambitions for your career?"

Nazha raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion: "Isn’t that something you’re supposed to plan for me?"

Su Huai nearly raised his hand to massage his temples.

"Goals! When you entered the entertainment industry, didn’t you set any goals for yourself?"

"To make money."

She answered earnestly: "At first, I just wanted to earn money for my father’s medical bills. Being a celebrity pays pretty well. Now... I want to make a couple of good films? Hopefully, with less criticism..."