The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 819 - 818. This logic is flawless!

Luo Lin was on the phone while simultaneously opening the search bar on her laptop and quickly typed in the five characters "Tang Shu Laba Porridge".

The next second, she saw clips of the award ceremony from last night.

And Tang Shu’s joking comment, "I’m a bit schizophrenic, I need to go back and have a good bowl of Laba Porridge to replenish myself," also reached her ears.

She: "???"

Alright, Luo Lin finally understood why the manufacturer who contacted her said, "We only produce Eight-Treasure Porridge, but this is the closest product to Laba Porridge."

"My little ancestor, you truly are..."

The person concerned at Palm Pavilion also heard that hearty declaration through the phone and felt a moment of guilt.

"I thought... the emphasis of my sentence was on ’schizophrenic’?"

So, dear audience, how on earth did you veer off onto Laba Porridge?

No, it’s Eight-Treasure Porridge! All kinds of porridge!

"Wait, you didn’t agree on my behalf, did you?"

"Of course not, I politely declined."

As a competent agent, Luo Lin profoundly recognized the difference between food endorsements and other endorsements.

"This trending topic is indeed not your fault, but your ability to drive sales is so strong, have you considered live-streaming sales? I will negotiate on your behalf."

"Is Starshine Media in dire need of money?"

So much so that the boss herself needs to take on live-stream sales?

Tang Shu unceremoniously hung up the call and picked up the script she hadn’t finished reading.

***

Tiantian’s Assistant sat at a corner of the kitchen in her family’s private restaurant, sighing for the 101st time today.

Father Yang, who had been busy cooking, couldn’t stand it anymore and personally tossed a pile of bowls and plates that had been cleared from the tables to his daughter.

"If you’re not busy, hurry up and help me. We have quite a lot of customers today, how can you still have time to mope?"

"Ah~~~ Dad, I might be losing my job."

"Uh, huh?" Father Yang stopped julienning potatoes and looked up, "What are you saying, losing your job? Didn’t you really like it?"

"Yeah, but lately my boss keeps giving me days off, isn’t that strange?"

With that, Tiantian finally left her pitiful little stool, leisurely put on the kitchen gloves and started the laborious task of washing up.

Father Yang became even more puzzled after hearing this.

"I say, how do you equate being laid off with getting days off?"

Looking at his daughter’s way of thinking, no wonder she didn’t get into Imperial University!

Tiantian’s logic was her own, "Dad, think about it. My boss’s profession is not like ordinary people’s, and my profession as an assistant is even more unusual. I used to manage my boss’s meals, and no one else at home can cook but me. But now I’ve been given days off; doesn’t that mean my career is coming to an end?"

Father Yang... actually felt that this logic was flawless!

"That’s indeed the case, but why would your boss want to give you days off? Isn’t she shooting any films lately? It’s nearly the end of the year; is she planning to go back to her hometown or something?"

"No, I’ve already booked the boss’ trip home in advance, and it’s still seven or eight days away. Plus, she has a play performance today."

She must be staying at Palm Pavilion these days and would definitely need to eat.

"Then I don’t know, but your boss always praises you when she comes to eat here, I think she just has other things on her mind recently."

The Yang father and daughter looked at each other, speechless.

Meanwhile, the person they were talking about was already standing on the grand stage of Imperial Capital’s First Theater, embarking on Tang Shu’s first solo lead role in a play performance.