She dominates the entertainment industry with her disaster system

Pei Chaoying's first reaction to hearing such fluent French was surprise: she thought Miss Su had asked her to be the translator because she couldn't speak French.

Unexpectedly, the other person's French was not worse than hers.

Then, she remembered something and her eyes gradually became strange.

If she remembered correctly, Eva Deschanel seemed to be a mixed-race girl - information on the search engine showed that her mother was from China.

She was also educated in China and only returned to France with her father when she was an adult.

There is no way she doesn't speak Chinese.

If you know, why don't you say it?

Was it to test something? Or was it simply to intimidate Miss Su?

Pei Chaoying had no idea about the extent of their relationship, so she simply stopped thinking about these things that had nothing to do with her and focused on studying the pattern of the carpet under her feet.

She is just a translator and tour guide. She can play a role when the client needs her, but when the client doesn't need her, she should have the tact to shut up.

After Su Lingxi finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...the outstretched hand was still empty.

Zhang Wenya pursed her lips, and couldn't help feeling worried.

She had never dealt with this mysterious chairman and didn't know much about her likes, dislikes and personality.

It would be nice if the boss and Sister Yang were here right now, at least there would be someone who could adjust the atmosphere...

Zhang Wenya thought secretly.

"Nicole? This name suits you very well." Eva's laughter broke the silence. She smiled, held the hand, and raised her chin. "Stand by my side, and I can make you the winner forever."

Nicole means "victor" in Greek.

Su Lingxi smiled, not surprised that she would reveal the meaning of the name, "Madam, are you so generous to everyone you meet for the first time?"

Eva let go of her hand and said in a relaxed tone: "Of course not, but you are the one brought by Talia, which means a lot to me."

Talia Yuen is another name that Nguyen Thang is better known by internationally.

"Besides, you are a very pleasant girl, aren't you?" Eva smiled softly, and the scrutiny in her eyes receded like the tide. "Not bad French. It seems that you have made preparations before meeting me."

When the waiter heard her words, his eyebrows trembled slightly.

Apart from Ms. Talia, this was the first time he saw his wife being so friendly to a foreigner.

Eva didn't care what the waiter was thinking. She continued to say what she wanted to say: "Rather than being generous, it's better to regard it as my appreciation for you."

"You know, Jacques Martin's shooting style is nothing like Millerand's. His films have a stronger visual impact, but the emotional portrayal is not delicate enough, which makes people feel less involved."

"And the prejudices in his films are so obvious - look at his disdain for women that it's almost overflowing, just like that German guy Andrea Driesen."

"No French woman wants to see European cinema completely taken over by these guys."

Jacques Martin was once Millerand's performance assistant. He is a talented director who emerged in France in this century. He is best at science fiction, thriller and action movies.

With just a few words, Eva singled out and criticized both great directors.

Su Lingxi had a deeper understanding of her straightforward character.

From her current interactions, she could sense that Eva was a selfish person who only considered her own mood when doing things. To some extent, she was very similar to her teacher in this respect. However, perhaps due to their different life circumstances, she had a stronger tendency towards selfishness than her teacher.

For her, if there are things she wants to say, she can just say them directly without having to consider the consequences.

Even though she was scolding his former disciple in this old Milleran house, no one dared to say a word against her.

Its status is evident.

"Miss Su," Eva spoke standard Chinese, but inevitably with a foreign accent, "I'm not a philanthropist. I can give you what you want, but it's conditional."

"I want you to be the knife in my hand, and use your sharp blade to tell them that despising women is the stupidest mistake they have ever made."

"Are you mentally prepared for this?"

Su Lingxi met her gaze and smiled: "It seems that the teacher has come to see you in advance."

"You know exactly what I want?"

Eva gestured to the waiter to take the others to the side hall. When only the two of them were left in the living room, she slowly spoke: "Resources, power, money... I have all of these. I can solve all the problems that embarrass you. All I lack is a good knife."

"A knife that can break through prejudice and break free from shackles."

"And you happen to be a perfect fit."

"You have talent, ambition, and the same reluctance as I do."

"Before I met you, Talia used so many adjectives to describe you that I was confused and even puzzled. I didn't understand why she favored you so much, but your work gave the best explanation, and your words and deeds dispelled most of my previous concerns."

These words seemed to touch a corner of Su Lingxi's heart. She could feel her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and the blood boiling in her chest...

Due to the fact that gender prejudice has never been erased from ancient times to the present, the world has not taken women's existence seriously for too long.

It is undeniable that, like Eva Deschanel, she wanted to deal a heavy blow to their disdainful looks.

They want to change all that.

Even if we cannot change the whole world, we must at least change the deformed ecology within the entertainment industry.

"Nothing is a more powerful counterattack than stepping on them to succeed." After a long silence, Su Lingxi suddenly laughed, "Those who cannot learn to respect their opponents are only worthy of being defeated."

Unlike her previous modest and polite attitude, her smile now added a touch of charm to her look, and her slightly forward-leaning posture made her look even more sharp.

"I think we can do it, what do you think, boss?"

Eva put down the lace fan in her hand with interest and tilted her head towards her: "What if we fail? Will you cry?"

Tears only make people weak and break down their armor - something Eva used to be good at but now hates.