Tang Feng had never worked in mainland Chinaâs entertainment industry even in his previous life, but thankfully he knew some friends who did. When they met up, he would occasionally listen to them as they talked about the latest gossip and news. Compared to Americaâs more commercialized way of business, it was hard to stand out in China unless you came from elite art schools like Beiying, Zhongxi, or Shangxi.
The reason ultimately comes down to the peopleâs att.i.tude. They simply have an easier time accepting other performers whoâve also gone to similar performing arts schools as them. Two employees whoâve graduated from the same college would naturally bond closer, simply because they had the same alma mater. Just by calling them s.h.i.+jie or s.h.i.+ge, the distance between them would decrease. Not only does the industry highly regard these elite performers, the performers also have access to resources others did not, such as information from said famous art schools.
Adding all this together, although one wasnât guaranteed an easy road to fame, it was enough to pa.s.s over the first hurdle. If the performer was already excellent, then just with a bit of good judgment in their personal and business life, fame would only be a matter of time.
But in the end, if your talents werenât impressive enough to cause admiration, or if you donât suddenly burst into fame, or even, if thereâs no one there to support you, becoming famous would be quite difficult. This highlighted the importance of what people call connections.
Tang Feng was previously a multi-millionaire, but after he died, he donated all of his money and property to charity. The road laid out in front of him now was simple, either he kneels and agrees with the others, or he continues down his own road.
Fortunately, Tang Feng felt that with his talents, he wouldnât need to follow these unspoken rules.
As for his current housemate Charles, due to his good manners and acceptably normal needs, Tang Feng didnât mind a.s.sociating with him for a short term. He was acting according to his own will, so there werenât areas he was uncomfortable with.
Charles was stunned by the man coming out of the shower when he got home that night. He braced his arm on the door and whistled at Tang Feng, who now had started heading toward the bed to read.
The good thing about Tang Fengâs appearance was that he emitted the feeling of olden China. With eyebrows that looked almost painted, the idol hair with bangs did this man no good, and rather caused the opposite effect. Good facial features often shone brighter with a clean-cut and shorter hairstyle. Not to mention, Tang Feng himself wasnât all that into the idol look. That style can get him some idol dramas, but would make his character look amateur in larger films.
Until now, there has not been any male performer who turned famous purely from having âpretty boyâ looks, and in contrast, there were celebrities whoâd tossed the pretty style away in order to become a truly attractive man and expand their stardom.
âLooks like I wouldnât need to hire you a stylist. Tang Feng, donât you think itâs a waste of talent that you didnât become a stylist yourself?â Charles strode forward and sat down on the bed, taking in the light scent of soap from the manâs body.
Laying the book on the stand nearby, Tang Feng moved to make s.p.a.ce next to him. He was still sleeping in the guestroom, and Charles would come by to visit him sometimes. Occasionally, heâd stay over in Charlesâs room. The two of them didnât talk about feelings. They simply knew each other well enough to keep quiet instead.
âYou were drinking?â Tang Feng lightly smiled. He was close to Charles so he could smell the alcohol on him. âIâll go pour a gla.s.s of water for you.â
âNo need, I barely drank any. The fact that you care makes me really happy, you know.â Charles embraced Tang Feng and lightly kissed the manâs nape. âThereâs going to be a banquet the day after tomorrow. You have to go with me. Director Li and his wife will be attending as well. You can chat with them then. Itâll be good for your audition next Monday.â
âI wonât embarra.s.s you.â Tang Feng grinned. He knew what Charles was worried about. Men in the upper cla.s.s of society donât like to lose face.
âSometimes, youâre so smart and direct⌠Itâs touching.â Charles said as he pushed Tang Feng down with his body.