How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 174 Rich man?
In the afternoon, Zhang Wen said hello to Director Xu and went to Director Han Xiaohua's studio.

Because I was busy signing the script purchase contract with the company in the morning, the originally scheduled treatment time was postponed to the afternoon.

In order to cure insomnia, Han Xiaohua has set aside the past week, so he has no objection to the adjustment of treatment time.

For him, as long as his insomnia can be cured, he would accept it even if it was changed from morning to afternoon or to midnight.

Downstairs of the office building.

Zhang Wen called Director Han and then stood outside the door waiting.

In less than two minutes, he didn't see Director Han's assistant. Instead, he saw Director Han walking out hurriedly, his eyes shining and his face full of smiles.

"Doctor Zhang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Han Xiaohua said excitedly. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Wen's tightly before he could react. He couldn't wait to say, "Teacher Zhang, your treatment is amazing. Although it was still a little difficult to fall asleep, I fell asleep and didn't wake up until dawn. I haven't slept so soundly in a long time. You are really a miracle doctor!"

He has seen many doctors and visited all major hospitals across the country, and has also taken many medicines, but the results have not been good.

However, this Doctor Zhang in front of him only hypnotized him once and he showed obvious improvement. If he is not a miracle doctor, what is he?
For a successful person like him, money and fame are no longer that important. Good health is the most important thing.

Only if you are healthy can you enjoy everything that money and fame bring. Otherwise, no matter how much money you make, you will still suffer from insomnia.

"I'm not a miracle doctor, I'm just a psychological counselor who knows a little hypnosis." Zhang Wen said modestly.

"Then you are a psychological counselor with real skills, unlike some psychological counselors out there who don't have much skills and only know how to ask patients to pay all day long." Han Xiaohua said.

In his opinion, if the man in front of him was not a miracle doctor, then the psychologists he had met before were not even quacks, but simply liars.

She made great promises before the treatment, but disappeared after the treatment. She not only cheated him of his money, but also cheated him of his feelings.

"There are indeed many scammers in our industry. They deceive patients' trust and money under the guise of psychotherapy. I hate these scums. Patients are already very pitiful, and they still try to cheat them of their money. This is simply beastly behavior." Zhang Wen looked angry.

"Yeah, that's abominable!"

"Director Han, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's just get on with today's treatment."

"Yeah."

Han Xiaohua then remembered the important matter, and enthusiastically pulled Zhang Wen into the gate.

Zhang Wen came to Director Han's office and was about to use his mobile phone to play the math lecture, but was pushed onto the sofa by the other party.

"Doctor Zhang, have some tea first." Han Xiaohua personally brewed a cup of tea and placed it in front of Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen was a little flattered when he saw it. As a famous director in the entertainment industry, he was usually treated as a guest of honor. But today, he was serving him tea and water. This treatment was unprecedented.

But this is not difficult to understand. Who can cure the other person's insomnia?
Although he needed help from the other party in the beginning, now it is the other party who needs help from him.

How can I not be enthusiastic?
"Thank you."

Zhang Wen picked up the teacup and took a sip. The taste was mellow and the aftertaste was distinct. Even after swallowing it, he still felt sweet in his mouth.

Good tea.

He doesn't know much about tea, but given his current relationship with Director Han, the other party will definitely not give him broken tea.

"Director Han, let's start." Zhang Wen said after putting down the teacup.

"Doctor Zhang, don't worry." Han Xiaohua sat down and said with a smile, "Yesterday we agreed to discuss the script together, but I fell asleep and didn't get to discuss it. Let's discuss it first today and then treat him after that. What do you think?"

Zhang Wen felt depressed. First, Bai Lu wanted to discuss with him, and now Director Han wanted to discuss with him. Money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to eat. It is really not easy to be a screenwriter.

He feigned hesitation and checked the time on his phone, then said, "Director Han, I have to rush back to the company before get off work ends, so I'm afraid I don't have much time."

"One hour, just one hour, okay? After the treatment, I'll ask my assistant to drive the gifts back to the company." Han Xiaohua promised.

Zhang Wen looked at the expectation in the other person's eyes and really didn't want to offend the great director. Besides, the old saying goes: You can't escape the fifteenth day if you can't escape the first day.

As the screenwriter and director of the TV series, the two of them would inevitably communicate with each other in the future, so he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, actually, I also want to have a good chat with you about the script, Director Han."

"That's great!" Han Xiaohua smiled and was as happy as a 5-year-old and 540-month-old child.

He couldn't wait to pick up the script and began to talk incessantly about his understanding of the story and characters.

Zhang Wen did not show any impatience; on the contrary, he listened very carefully.

As a well-known director, he must have unique insights into the story and characters, which are undoubtedly very valuable to him who is doing reading comprehension and can deepen his understanding of the script.

He doesn't want to discuss it, and he doesn't want to tell others about it. If others tell him about it, he will be happy to do so.

Of course, Zhang Wen occasionally says a few words to express his views when he writes about something.

Not much, just two or three sentences.

But Director Han nodded every time he listened. After all, it was the author's narration, so no matter what was said or how it was said, it made sense.

An hour passed quickly.

Seeing that Director Han was still talking and showed no intention of stopping for the time being, Zhang Wen pretended to check the time on his phone.

"Director Han, it's time for treatment."

"Ah? It's so fast, I didn't even notice. How about we chat for a while longer? An hour or even half an hour will do." Han Xiaohua said.

His mind was full of thoughts, and he wanted to pour them out to the young man next to him. Naturally, he didn't want it to end so soon.

It feels like a couple's communication is forced to stop halfway, neither going any further nor going any further, and it's very uncomfortable.

Zhang Wen thought: Does this guy think he's the network administrator? He's adding another hour...

"Director Han, there's a long way to go. If we haven't finished talking today, we can continue tomorrow. Anyway, there's still some time before the filming starts." Zhang Wen said.

After the communication just now, he has figured out how the other party analyzes the script. He plans to go back and do reading comprehension according to the other party's method. In this way, he will have more topics to discuss with the other party in the future.

Han Xiaohua thought about it and felt that what the other party said made sense. In addition, an hour had indeed passed, and he didn't want to delay the other party's work because of his own selfish desires, so he no longer insisted.

"Doctor Zhang, thank you for your hard work," Han Xiaohua said, reaching out and picking up a black suitcase from the side. "Don't you only accept cash? Here's the treatment fee. Keep it."

"Director Han, don't worry. Didn't I say that if the patient is cured, the payment will be refunded if it is invalid?" Zhang Wen just glanced at him lightly and looked away.

It’s not that he doesn’t like it, but he knows that the money in here will be his sooner or later, and putting it here is just for the other party to keep it temporarily.

"Doctor Zhang, I believe you," said Han Xiaohua.

If it was effective after just one treatment, how could it be ineffective after five treatments?
Besides, the phrase "refund if payment is not made after the cure" is usually used to persuade those who do not believe to accept the treatment. If he believes, he naturally does not need to pay in the end.

"Thank you Director Han for your trust. Let's get started."

"Ah."

The two of them went to the lounge next door. Han Xiaohua lay on the bed. Zhang Wen found a math lecture and started to coax the old man to sleep.

After two hours of whipping, the color of the intermediate negative personality derivative faded a little. Perhaps tomorrow, the intermediate negative personality derivative will be completely influenced and can be used for his own purposes.

Just thinking about it is amazing.

If you could subdue five intermediate negative personality derivatives and throw them all at one person, wouldn't that person go crazy?

Zhang Wen did not disturb Director Han's sleep and quietly left his office.

Of course, he didn't forget to take the suitcase with him before leaving. How could he refuse it when someone else gave it to him? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a slap in the face? So for the other person's sake, he reluctantly accepted it.

After leaving Director Han's studio, he rushed to the bank and deposited 400,000 yuan in cash into his bank card. When his ex-girlfriend Pan Yufei saw this, she was almost mentally broken.

She could accept saving 400,000 yuan a year, or even 400,000 yuan a month, but she could not accept saving 400,000 yuan every week.

There's nothing more regrettable than seeing your ex become successful, but if there is one thing you regret more than seeing it happen, it's seeing it often.

Zhang Wen put his bank card in his pocket and walked out of the bank.

The rain outside has stopped and a rainbow appears in the sky.

Zhang Wen was in an unusually good mood, as it was another fruitful day.

……

the next day.

Saturday.

It was clearly a good day to sleep in, but Zhang Wen woke up early. Seeing that the shortest hand on the clock had just pointed to 7, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Damn, having too much energy isn't necessarily a good thing.

However, getting up early also has its advantages. There are not many people in the breakfast shop, so you don’t have to wait in line for a long time. You can also find a seat in the shop and eat slowly.

It has been a long time since he felt as leisurely as he did today. This is probably what life is like.

But before, it could only be called being alive.

It was already 8 o'clock after breakfast.

Zhang Wen walked lazily towards the training center. He had two tasks today, one was to do reading comprehension, and the other was to buy incense. However, he was now a super VIP customer of the incense shop. He only needed to make a phone call and the owner would deliver the goods to his door.

Just as he was about to make a call, he saw a business car parked in front of the training center from a distance. The license plate was Bai Lu's car.

what's the situation?
If I don’t sleep in at home on Saturday, will the negative personality traits come back to life?

No way, just because I ate roast duck instead of barbecue, I developed a negative personality? Isn't that too narrow-minded?

Zhang Wen walked over quickly and knocked on the car window.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Crack!"

The car door slowly opened and Bai Lu sat inside.

Today she is wearing a black suit, a white thin shirt, gray wide-leg trousers and white sneakers, looking fashionable and beautiful.

She is a beauty and looks good in anything she wears. Even if she wears a sack, she can still look like a fashion show.

"It's the weekend, why are you here instead of sleeping at home?" Zhang Wen asked in confusion, looking at the other person carefully.

There are no negative personality derivatives!

"Looking for you." Bai Lu said.

"You want me to sleep with you? Sorry, I haven't launched this service yet." Zhang Wen said seriously.

He had accompanied her to eat and drink, but he had never accompanied her to sleep. This was mainly out of concern for his own safety. He was worried that he would be set up as a scammer or have his kidneys cut, and that he would not only not make any money but also lose his life.

In the past, girls had to protect themselves when they went out, but now boys have to protect themselves as well.

Bai Lu blushed when she heard this and said shyly, "Who wants you to sleep with me? You're dreaming. I want you to chat with me."

"Chat?"

"Well, let's talk about the script and the characters."

Zhang Wen said "Oh", but this time he didn't refuse. Instead, he waved to the woman in the car and said, "Let's go in and talk."

"No, your place is too simple and the stools hurt my butt. Let's go to my house." Bai Lu said.

If it were any other man, she would never invite him to her home, but the man in front of her was different. He had been to her home many times to treat her, to coax her to sleep, and even to stay in the same room with her, so she didn't think there was anything inappropriate.

"Okay, but since we're here, let's burn some incense before we leave and pray that this drama will be a big hit." Zhang Wen pointed to the gate of the training center.

No one has offered incense to Great Grandpa today. Now that someone is here, why shouldn’t we burn some incense?

Not to mention someone like Bai Lu who had been here before and burned incense, even if someone came to deliver a courier now, he would have to let the other person burn incense before leaving.

"Okay." Bai Lu agreed without hesitation.

Incense +99.

After the offering was over, Zhang Wen got into Bai Lu’s car.

The car slowly drove away from the training center.

"Hey, why do you live here all the time? Don't you go home?" Bai Lu asked curiously.

"Home? I don't have a home. This is my temporary home." Zhang Wen said.

"Huh? No way? Why haven't you bought a house yet?"

"Hiss, are you rubbing salt into my wounds? Why haven't you won the Best Actress award yet? Is it because you don't like it?"

Bai Lu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. This question was too hurtful.

"I want to win the Best Actress award, but I don't have any works."

The works she was talking about were not popular works, but mainstream works with high reputation. Fairy-tale dramas have always been ignored in award judging, let alone winning awards.

"I want to buy a house, but I don't have money." Zhang Wenxue said to Bai Lu. Houses in Beijing often cost tens of millions, so how could he have so much money?

"You? No money? No way?" Bai Lu asked in surprise.

"Fuck, how do you know I'm rich?" Zhang Wen looked down at himself. He was wearing cheap clothes, including clothes, pants, shoes, and a cell phone with a broken screen. All of them combined might not be worth as much as a piece of clothing of the person next to him.

"Where? You can see it everywhere."

Bai Lu counted on his fingers as he said, "The art exam training center charges tens of thousands of yuan per student. The company's trainees pay anywhere from a few thousand to tens of thousands. Psychological counseling costs hundreds of thousands per person. A script costs over four million. Then there's your salary from the company, the royalties from Tang Yi singing your songs, and the nights you go out driving for someone else. Who would believe you if you said you had no money?"

Uh……

Zhang Wen sat there in a daze. After hearing what the other party said, he felt that he was indeed quite rich.

"No, no, that's just small change. Besides, you know how expensive housing prices are in Beijing. Do you think everyone is like you, taking on millions for an advertisement and tens of millions for a TV series?"

"That's not to the point where you can't afford a house. I'm not asking you to borrow money, so why are you crying poor in front of me? Ha!" Bai Lu curled his lips and turned to look out the window.

Zhang Wen's eyebrows were squeezed together.

Some people actually say that he is a rich man?

Where the hell can you reason with this?

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(End of this chapter)