I'm just trying to ride the wave of popularity!

Chapter 3: The world's first Sino-American co-production blockbuster!

house.

Under dim light.

Shen Long leaned on the table and took a deep breath.

To make money!

To make money!

He kept telling himself this.

But, the moment he opened the script outline and saw "Sun Wukong vs. Superman 2"...

I closed my eyes instantly, feeling a tightness in my anus, as if thousands of alpacas were stampeding through me.

What the hell is this?!

After a long time...

He finally opened his eyes, thought through all the happiest things in his life, and opened the script page of "Sun Wukong vs. Superman 2" again.

With an investment of one million, if you're frugal and take a shrewd approach, you might barely be able to make a living!
At worst, I can choose not to use my own name, or I can use a pseudonym.

only……

The moment he put pen to paper and started writing that absurd plot, he felt like his life was probably over.

....................................

Yanjing City at night.

It was dazzling and noisy.

Zhou Yang, dressed in a sharp suit, walked onto the overpass with a refined and courteous air.

The overpass was bustling; every few steps you could see several long-haired street musicians wailing and howling...

Zhou Yang stopped in front of a singer with long hair and ripped jeans, and watched him silently.

The singer was so engrossed in his performance that he seemed to be on drugs, constantly shaking his head and imagining himself holding a world-renowned concert.

But nobody was listening, and the guitar case was completely empty, with hardly any banknotes inside...

This person is Shen Long's younger brother, Shen Hu.

In 2003, rock music from Hong Kong and Taiwan was still very popular, and Beijing was a haven for some popular singers.

Countless high school dropouts who smoked, fought, and frequented bars listened to a few rock songs and read a few biographies, and then, full of passion, squatted on the Yanjing overpass with their guitars and sang.

Shen Hu is one of them, and the most typical one at that.

One song has ended...

Shen Hu took a big gulp of mineral water, glanced at the empty guitar case out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't hide his disappointment, but he quickly raised his head and continued playing the guitar with a rather arrogant air.

"Next, I'll be performing one of my original compositions, 'A Night of Skipping School'..."

Singers' creations are mostly related to their own personal experiences.

Having met many women, the songs I sing are all about women's feelings...

After experiencing many heartbreaks, I started writing sad love songs...

After being single and being a "simp" for a long time, one starts to sing the "simp song" with deep affection.

……

Shen Hu didn't graduate from high school, so he didn't have much education or social experience, but he felt that he was full of artistic talent. He locked himself in his rented room for a week to create, and finally created a piece he was proud of called "The Night of Skipping School".

"Nights of Skipping School" is a song I sing every day. Once I start singing, my voice is as heart-wrenching as if my parents have died.

When Zhou Yang first heard this song, he thought Shen Hu was wailing in front of the funeral hall. His first thought was, "Is it time to give a gift?"
Sure enough, Shen Hu's voice attracted the attention of many passersby.

However, everyone's expressions were strange, and they were all whispering among themselves.

"Damn, that sudden wail startled me!"

"Is this person mentally unstable?"

"There are a lot of people singing like crazy lately, stay away from them..."

"Yep……"

"..."

Zhou Yang watched as some people, startled, muttered a few words under their breath, and hurriedly left with their companions. He then looked at Shen Hu, who was immersed in his own world, completely absorbed in his own self-satisfaction.

Zhou Yang found it quite amusing.

After Shen Hu finished howling and wailing, he was somewhat disappointed to see that everyone around him had kept their distance.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on Zhou Yang, and then her eyes became somewhat eager: "Mr. Zhou, how did I sing?"

"Brilliant!"

"Can you release an album?"

"They'll definitely release an album!"

"Are you really going to release an album?"

"It can be released!"

"But those people..." "Why care about those people? You must believe in your talent and stick to your art!"

Zhou Yang pushed up his glasses, his face full of sincerity: "Among the singers I know, you are definitely the most talented one!"

"Brother Zhou, do you really think so?"

"Otherwise, why would I sign you?"

"That's true, hehe..."

Shen Hu chuckled憨厚ly and offered Zhou Yang a cigarette. Zhou Yang waved his hand, "I don't smoke, I've quit. By the way, I'm planning to make a movie, 'Night of Escape from School,' you can revise it according to my requirements... I'll release an album for you when it comes out..."

"Really?" Shen Hu perked up and quickly moved closer to Zhou Yang, flashing a fawning smile: "Mr. Zhou, do you think my appearance is acceptable?"

"Sure, your image is great, not much worse than those superstars..."

Should I shave my head?

"No need to shave...good...remember, you must maintain this image. When the time comes, a movie will give you a role, allowing you to succeed in both film and music!"

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Zhou, thank you!" Upon hearing this, Shen Hu's spirits lifted once again, and his not-so-bright mind was instantly filled with gratitude and longing.

Zhou Yang patted him on the shoulder, glanced at the guitar case on the ground, and seriously pushed up his glasses: "I'm out of change. I'll take this money to buy some drinks and pay you back later..."

"Okay, okay, take it... Oh, what's there to return? What kind of relationship do we have? No need to return it, Mr. Zhou. If you do this, we'll become distant!" Upon hearing this, Shen Hu immediately became anxious, picked up the money, and excitedly stuffed it into Zhou Yang's hand, afraid that Zhou Yang would refuse.

"Ha, all done!" Zhou Yang laughed heartily, pushing up his glasses. "Keep singing, I'm going to work on the movie casting. Oh, and you have to stick to your guns, you know? You're about to succeed!"

"Okay, okay." Shen Hu nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Watching Zhou Yang, dressed in a suit and tie, walk silently into the distance until he disappeared, she turned back and hugged her guitar.

Just at this time……

A thin singer next to him hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but go up to Shen Hu.

"Shen Hu, haven't you noticed that he's been ripping you off these past two days?!"

"Mr. Zhou wants to release an album for me!"

"Release an album? Are you crazy? Don't you know your own limitations? You're going to release an album? You really want to release that 'Funeral March'?"

“I… that wasn’t a funeral, it was ‘Night of Skipping Class,’ it was a commemoration of youth, it was filled with deep emotion, it was art…”

"Stop daydreaming... Do you really think anyone will listen to the garbage you create? Wake up! Look at those people, do you see? They look at you like you're an idiot or a moron... And wake up, how could someone who can't even scam a few dollars possibly spend their own money to help you release an album?"

"..."

Shen Hu's face turned bright red. He wanted to retort but was speechless. He lowered his head for a long time, then finally picked up the broken guitar again and continued to sing like a banshee under the overpass.

The skinny singer shook his head at Shen Hu, thinking that the guy was obsessed.

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Ten p.m.

The evening breeze blows.

The entrance to Yenching College was filled with all sorts of luxury cars.

One by one, long-legged girls reluctantly boarded these luxury cars.

Zhou Yang strolled over to Yan Ying's security room and silently watched the luxury cars parked there.

"Oh shit!"

"Damn, it's so good to be rich. They've achieved complete freedom for women! And they don't have the same thing every day..."

Security guard Zhang Shun cursed under his breath in a spot out of the camera's view, then casually took the cigarette Zhou Yang offered and lit it.

"Old Zhang, want me to put up an advertisement in your security booth?"

"What kind of advertisement?" Zhang Shun took a drag of his cigarette, turned his head, and stared at Zhou Yang's handwritten job posting. He was immediately stunned: "Hiring actors?"

"Yes, I want the whole movie..."

"What? You want to make a movie?"

"Yes……"

"Making movies is expensive, are you sure you have the money?"

"Money is not a problem for me..."

Zhang Shun looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.

A month ago, he was taking a walk by the river when he saw Zhou Yang climbing out of the water and was startled.

He quickly pulled the person up, and upon learning that the other person was the CEO of a company, Zhang Shun initially thought he had misheard.

Is there any CEO dressed this disheveled? And he looks so young, like a student…

But thinking about it later, I guess the boss probably went bankrupt and couldn't think straight, so he jumped into the river to commit suicide, but he didn't succeed.

In short, from that day on, this Mr. Zhou would come to his security room every few days, either to get the daily newspaper or to get lunch for free...

Zhou Yang pushed up his glasses.

He then straightened his suit, walked outside the security room, and, under Zhang Shun's bewildered gaze, posted the actor recruitment poster.

The poster prominently displays the headline: "[The World's First Co-production Blockbuster Between China and the United States!]"

(End of this chapter)