Genius Girl is the Big Shot's Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1116: Master of Face-Slapping

She’d also landed quite a few ads.Swirling the red wine in her glass, Shen Xinzhu was feeling very pleased with herself.

"You’d better rein it in. You, of all people, should know how much of this is fake." Her agent disapproved of how cocky she was acting.

It was true, Shen Xinzhu’s buzz was high right now, and she was trending on the hot search all the time.

But he knew very well that audiences get tired.

They already disliked Shen Xinzhu to begin with; keep this up and they’ll be annoyed the moment they see her.

She and Lu Xingzhi were both good at slapping faces, sure—but one was getting slapped by netizens, and the other was slapping netizens in the face.

How could that be the same thing?

Shen Xinzhu’s self-positioning was way too high.

Surpass Lu Xingzhi? She had to be insane.

Even as her agent, he didn’t dare entertain that thought.

Lu Xingzhi’s glory was all real and solid, not like Shen Xinzhu’s, all bought with money.

On looks, Lu Xingzhi’s face was said to be kissed by God.

On strength, forget it, no contest.

She couldn’t even compete in brains.

If he had the chance to take on Lu Xingzhi, why the hell would he be stuck with Shen Xinzhu?

He dared say, there wasn’t an agent in the business who didn’t want to represent Lu Xingzhi.

But as Shen Xinzhu’s agent, he couldn’t just crush her like that to her face.

After all, she was bringing in some profit for the company right now.

His eyelid started twitching hard; he had a bad feeling something was about to go wrong again.

Every time one of his artists had some scandal blow up, his eyelid would start twitching like this.

He instinctively glanced at Shen Xinzhu. Could the problem be about to erupt right here?

Probably not, right?

She hardly had any face left to lose anyway.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Shen Xinzhu noticed his strange gaze. "You think I’m wrong?"

"If you think you’re right, then sure, you’re right. But if you want to surpass Lu Xingzhi, being some ’topic queen’ isn’t going to cut it." The agent gave Shen Xinzhu a sidelong glance. "You’d better learn to keep your feet on the ground."

"What do you mean? You’re saying I’m not as good as Lu Xingzhi, right? Ha... that’s because you guys don’t know—when she first came to the Capital City she was a total bumpkin. If it weren’t for Huo Jincheng, would she be where she is today? She’s just a village chick, a bitch! Who knows how many men she’s already slept with!"

The one thing Shen Xinzhu could never stand was someone saying she wasn’t as good as Lu Xingzhi. She slammed the wineglass down hard on the table.

"She just got a few steps ahead, that’s all. Now she’s already on the decline."

The look in the agent’s eyes toward Shen Xinzhu grew even stranger. "Fine. I’ve said all I’m going to say."

He really didn’t see the point in talking to someone with no brain.

A bit of a pretty face, no brains, and still full of herself—an artist like that wasn’t worth much of his effort at all.

He’d just squeeze out every last drop of value she had while she was still useful.

What he needed were obedient artists.

Shen Xinzhu’s good mood lasted only until eleven that night.

Just as the online buzz about her was starting to slowly die down, a more authoritative piece of news dropped: the so-called award Shen Xinzhu had won was just a music prize newly cooked up this year.

You could literally buy it as long as you paid.

The water content was sky-high.

And none of the winners were people the public actually knew.

The judges were just a few "teachers" from some shady music programs and a bunch of bottom-of-the-barrel, eighteenth-tier singers.

After this was exposed, the treasure-level musician Chen Shiyue called Shen Xinzhu out by name.

She said Shen Xinzhu was just grandstanding, poisoning the industry atmosphere and embarrassing everyone all the way abroad.