2001 Media Godfather

Chapter 11 Let it be destroyed, it's pointless.

Tiandu Culture's bizarre actions stirred up some memories from Chu An's past life.

Watching Lu Mingze sitting alone in front of the monitor, Chu An pondered for a moment, then suddenly said to Tong Meng and Sister Lan, "Sister, I'm going to talk to Director Lu about something. I'll be back in a bit."

Tong Meng was taken aback and reminded him, "Director Lu is in a bad mood, don't go looking for trouble!"

Chu An smiled and said, "It's alright, I'm not provoking him."

As he spoke, carrying his lunchbox, he approached with a silly grin and casually sat down next to Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingze was taken aback, frowning as he looked at Chu An. "What are you doing?"

Chu An still had that silly grin on his face. "Director Lu, I had a dream last night!"

Lu Mingze: "I'm not the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep), go away!"

Chu An wouldn't leave. "Listen to me! This dream is so bizarre, I think it might be helpful for your writing!"

He quickly explained, "It's not that it's helpful to our film, it's just that..."

Feigning ignorance, he asked, "What was that saying again?"

Lu Mingze, "Is it dramatic?"

Chu An: "Yes! It's so dramatic."

This piqued Lu Mingze's interest. If Chu An could come up with a great idea, it would be a great inspiration.

"Then tell me about it!"

Half-jokingly, half-seriously, "If you waste my time, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu An quickly took the money, "Deduct ten yuan!"

This made Lu Mingze laugh. "Hurry up and tell us!"

When Ma Lan and Tong Meng saw Chu An approaching, they actually sat down, also curious about what Chu An had to say.

The two gossipy women exchanged a glance and quietly moved their small stools closer to listen.

Chu An's dream was indeed quite dramatic.

“I dreamed that I dropped out of school and went to Beijing to work. The first job I got related to the entertainment industry was as a lighting assistant at a concert.”

Chu An didn't need to explain. The title was nice: lighting assistant. In reality, he was just a laborer, and he was hired temporarily from the labor market.

"The main light support broke during the concert opening, so I squatted on the gantry, which was more than ten meters high, and held the laser main light with my hands for four whole hours. When I came down, the inside of my arms were covered with low-temperature burns."

Director Lu snorted coldly. He was an expert and knew just how outrageous it was.

"You really dare to dream! A laser light weighing over 100 pounds and operating for four hours? You'd either burn yourself to death or be exhausted!"

Chu An's eyes seemed to hold a hint of reminiscence as he subconsciously touched the inside of his arm and continued, "Anyway, that's how I dreamed it."

"It was because of this rescue that I went from being a temporary worker to a full-time employee of the behind-the-scenes team, and that's how I entered the entertainment industry."

"After that, I worked in every position behind the scenes except for cameraman and makeup artist. At that time, I cherished every day and never missed any opportunity to improve myself and climb the ladder."

Lu Mingze listened quietly, and this time he didn't refute.

He keenly realized that this was indeed a rather interesting inspiration, a story about growing up.

"What then?"

Chu An said, "Later, I switched to an artist management team and started from scratch again. From assistant to artist coordinator, from artist planner to agent, and then to establishing my own agency."

At this moment, Chu An's eyes were filled with pride, as if the Meng An in his dream made him incredibly proud.

"I manage many top-tier artists, and my office is overflowing with awards from all over the world!"

Lu Mingze laughed heartily, unusually happy, "Your dream is quite professional, you even know about artist coordination and artist planning?"

Ordinary people's understanding of artist management teams is limited to assistants and agents. The fact that Chu An knows about the coordination and planning positions shows that he is somewhat knowledgeable.

Chu An continued grinning foolishly, glancing around intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that the production team was not around, he no longer had any reservations.

Suddenly, his expression became exaggerated, and he even started gesturing, "In my dream, it was a true fairy tale of a grassroots person achieving a comeback!!"

"He was so smug, he felt like he was invincible!!"

"To those gossiping people in the industry, saying that President Chu is uncultured and just a nouveau riche!"

"What? He's just a gigolo who works as a babysitter for celebrities!"

"I'm definitely not happy about these opinions!"

This time, not only Director Lu, but also Sister Lan and Tong Meng were infected by him.

At this moment, Chu An possessed the eccentricity and confidence of a young man, as well as the madness and exaggeration of a dream.

They seemed to truly see in the seventeen-year-old Chu An a middle-aged Chu An who had risen from humble beginnings to achieve success, standing at the pinnacle of his career, full of ambition, vigor, and confidence!

At this moment, Lu Mingze became serious. He had truly realized that this was a great inspiration—no! A great story!
"Ma Lan," she called to Sister Lan, "bring me my notebook."

He should write it down; he might actually need it later.

While opening his little notebook, he asked eagerly, "And then?" "And then..." Chu An suddenly stopped, sat back down somewhat listlessly, and stared blankly while picking at the leftover rice with his chopsticks.

After a long pause, he said, "In my dream, fate played a joke on me. A few drinking parties, an industry giant that I could only look up to, and a very tempting big production. In my dream, I transformed from an agent into an investor!"

Lu Mingze's eyes lit up, completely absorbed in the story. "Great!! Great, great, great! This plot development is fantastic!"

He truly treated it like a script, in a frenzy of inspiration.

"Don't continue, wait a moment, let me think about it."

Lu Mingze stood up hysterically and paced back and forth on the set.

Then he suddenly shouted, "It can't be too smooth!! You have to fail in your investment! In your dream, you can only fail in your investment! That's what creates dramatic conflict!"

She looked up at Chu An with a hungry gaze, her eyes even pleading, "Your dream won't be smooth sailing, right? There will be setbacks, right!?"

Chu An looked at him; Lu Mingze was as innocent as a child, his eyes only on creation.

With a wry smile, he nodded slowly, "The me in my dreams is even more ridiculous than you can imagine!"

Lu Mingze: "What's wrong?! Tell me quickly!"

Chu An
The phrase "the me in my dream" has been changed to the second person, carrying a double meaning.

"Don't you understand? Those big companies are just playing around with you for a small amount of money, but you have to bet your entire fortune just to be eligible to fall into the trap of capital!!"

"A trap??" Lu Mingze murmured subconsciously, his head buzzing. "A trap."

“Yes!” Chu An said, emphasizing each word. “It was a trap! A trap set by capital!”

"They've got their eyes on my company, they want to sleep with my female artists, and then make me work for them for the rest of my life!"

Lu Mingze: "!!!"

He stood there frozen, staring straight at Chu An.

He seemed to see another life, full of ups and downs, reflected in those eyes.

Seeing Chu An's vicissitudes and pain in my dream is unforgettable.

Chu An did not avoid Lu Mingze's gaze at all, and looked at him calmly.

That wasn't a dream; it was Chu An's real half-life.

Admittedly, Tiandu Culture is a behemoth that Chu An cannot afford to offend at present, and he does not want to be directly involved in the game of capital.

However, Chu An couldn't simply ignore it.

He wanted to use this method to remind Lu Mingze not to repeat his mistakes, and that it was not too late to wake up now.

For no other reason than that Director Lu gave him the nickname "Chu Ten Dollars".

Lan Jie helped his family a lot.

It's all because we have a kind and genuine older sister like Tong Meng in the crew.

Anyway, Chu An has done everything he can to help. If he still doesn't understand and can't apply what he's learned to other situations, then Director Lu shouldn't be in this industry anymore.

It's better to be played to death sooner rather than later, at least it'll be a relief sooner.

At this moment, Lu Mingze stared at Chu An for a long time, his eyes going from blank to horrified, and then to inexplicably shocked.

Just as Chu An breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had realized the problem, he saw Director Lu slap his thigh and exclaim, "Awesome!!!"

"That's fucking awesome! This plot twist is absolutely brilliant!"

Pointing at Chu An, he shouted around, seemingly sharing his excitement, "This guy is a genius!! A screenwriting genius!"

"Ten yuan, Chu!!" he declared confidently. "I swear, I will definitely make your dream a reality!"

"That was a brilliant turnaround!"

Chu An, "."

Life is hopeless!

I thought to myself, let it be destroyed.
Not interesting.

We've gone this far, and you still don't understand?
Is Director Lu's IQ something a normal human being should have?
He slammed back into his chair, not wanting to say another word.

Lu Mingze hadn't yet emerged from his own world. After circling around several times, he suddenly darted back to the monitor and shooed everyone, including "Original" Chu An, to a distance of five meters.

Create an absolutely quiet environment and write this down.

He swore it was the best script idea he'd heard in years.

Chu An was completely convinced and retreated far away.

Tong Meng, who had been listening quietly to the story, suddenly spoke up: "Little Brother Chu, did you bow down to the big company in your dream?"

Chu An did not answer, but simply gave Tong Meng a calm smile.

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(End of this chapter)