Huayu 1995

Chapter 28 Calling a deer a horse
"How could that be? The time she went to the river, there was a big black boat floating by, but I was peeing nearby and didn't have time to relieve myself, so I peed on my hand instead!"

Brother Song's secret was exposed.

Before that, he would buy a few fish from the market. Although it was a waste of time, it helped supplement the family's meals.

My wife at home might nag a few times, but we've always gotten along peacefully.

Who knew that the thieving woman would go to the scene that day.

There wasn't a single fish in the fish trap.

The old man next to him, who was vying for a fishing spot, ruthlessly revealed that he was a regular at the market.

The thieving woman immediately beat him up.

After returning home, he broke a bunch of his poles.

Actually, it's his fault. Every time he takes the pole back, he says he bought it for one or two yuan.

If that woman knew the truth, she wouldn't bear to break it even if she sold it.

"Brother is awesome!"

Su Chao gave it a thumbs up, saying the experience was truly legendary.

He simply couldn't understand what was so addictive about fishing.

"Let me tell you a secret, many of my fishing rods weren't bought with my own money..."

Brother Song is a bit of a braggart.

That guy is such a vain bastard.

If he actually caught a big fish, he would want to hang it around half of Beijing with it on his waist.

"Then how did it come about?"

Su Chao's heart skipped a beat, and he very cooperatively showed an expression of confusion and shock.

"When we make a movie, we need all sorts of props. What we need and how much we need are all carefully considered..."

Brother Song was beaming with pride.

Su Chao is handsome, the top singer at Casablanca, and even got a role with screen time thanks to Zhou Xiaowen. Anyone can see that he has a bright future ahead of him.

One of the few things Song Ge could show off in front of Su Chao was his power on the film set.

As the assistant director, he was responsible for the extras group and also the props group, including the procurement and management of props.

What could be so particular about it?

Su Chao feigned ignorance, his clear eyes brimming with unseen wisdom.

"Look, for example, this funnel we use to feed Gao Jianli, how many do you think we should buy?"

Brother Song got into a conversation.

"One should be enough, right?"

Su Chao personally experienced this scene; it wasn't really forced on him, so there was no reason for the props to break.

"Look at you, this is too risky. You only bought one. What if it gets lost? What if it breaks? Does the whole crew have to wait for you to buy it back? Do you know that once the crew starts filming, tens of thousands of dollars are gone every day?"

Brother Song looked serious and seemed very responsible.

"Then we need to purchase two, or at least three to be on the safe side."

Su Chao is very perceptive.

“That’s right, it’s a small thing. Besides, this kind of prop guqin has appeared many times in movies. Shouldn’t we prepare a few more?”

Brother Song began to guide Su Chao to apply what he had learned to other situations.

"That's necessary!"

Su Chao nodded vigorously.

"Then tell me," Brother Song chuckled, "if I buy a fishing rod, but insist on calling it a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), do you think that makes sense?"

"It...is it a guqin?"

Damn it, we are indeed filming "The Emperor's Shadow," but there is no scene of calling a deer a horse in it.

"Who can prove that it is not a guqin? There are so many guqin, isn't it normal for one or two to be damaged? There are even scenes of guqin being smashed in the play."

Brother Song became even more smug, thinking that he might be able to play Zhao Gao even better.

"Won't someone find out?"

Su Chao appropriately showed admiration, without being impetuous enough to point out that this was wrong.

The world is not simply black and white.

If you insist on right and wrong in everything, you will find it difficult to get by in society.

Su Chao had already understood this principle in his previous life.

"See that camera over there? It's an Arri 535. The purchase price was 480 million. Guess what the real price was?"

"How could I know that?"

"I think it won't exceed a million, the rest of the money... hehe..."

"That's fucking outrageous!" Brother Song and Su Chao sat on the apple crate, staring dumbfounded at the pile of machines that were supposedly imported.

"Take this three hundred yuan and go buy a fishing rod. Consider it a donation from this old angler."

Brother Song took out a few banknotes.

Ignoring Su Chao's refusal, he shoved it into his hand and then whispered in his ear:
"Remember to get an invoice, an invoice for 1,000 yuan."

Su Chao immediately stopped refusing, because the other party had already told him the inside story, and if he refused again, it would be as if he was planning to inform on them.

"Lu Bu!"

Su Chao invited Lü Bu to go with him.

Stop staring at Xu Qing. You're just an extra; no matter how much you look at her, she's not yours.

Damn it, it's one thing to give someone the nickname Lü Bu.

He even managed to learn to be lecherous perfectly.

He indulged in wine and women all day long.

How can we achieve great things in the future?

On the way, Su Chao told Lü Bu about Brother Song without holding anything back.

Often, it is through experience that one grows.

Su Chao intends to groom his brother, hoping that he will be able to stand on his own in the future.

So that if Su Chao becomes successful in the future and calls him Runtu, he can only reply with "Master," as if there is a sad, thick barrier between them.

"Damn, these people are too corrupt. This is embezzling state-owned assets. I heard that Xi'an Film Studio is almost unable to pay salaries."

Lu Bu was filled with righteous indignation.

"Fengxian, remember this guy surnamed Song. When we become successful in the future, we must never cooperate with this kind of person."

Su Chao could understand Brother Song. Everyone was taking and stealing, so he figured he might as well use the power he had.

But that doesn't stop Su Chao from disliking this person.

Because when Brother Song mentioned the 480 million, he showed no indignation; his eyes were filled with envy, as if he wanted to take his place.

Who is Fengxian?

Lu Bu didn't react for a moment.

"..." Su Chao sighed and said, "When we are not yet successful, we cannot talk about justice and ideals, but when we become successful, we must talk about justice and ideals with the people below us, and make them all become good people."

"I understand... So you're just talking to me about ideals now?"

Lu Bu found Su Chao's sudden display of sentimentality somewhat unusual.

He still idolized the boss who would beat the thugs to the ground and then rob them of everything under various pretexts.

At this moment, the eldest brother looked a little sad.

The place that Brother Song introduced wasn't too far away. Su Chao and Lü Bu took a minibus and arrived at the "Fishing Friends Black Market" at the east gate of Yuyuantan Park in about ten minutes.

It's said there are shops here that specialize in selling top-quality fishing rods with excellent value for money.

These days, anglers are actually quite particular.

Even without the sophisticated equipment of later generations, bamboo fishing rods would still be made through a series of processes, including material selection, air drying, fire straightening, joint removal, polishing, and painting.

Fiberglass and carbon fiber fishing rods have even appeared.

Su Chao went straight to the store that Brother Song had recommended.

"Boss, I was introduced by Brother Song. I wanted to ask if you have any Daiwa poles now. Brother Song said you can get a set for three hundred yuan."

"Screw him! Last year, a pole costing 680 yuan required foreign exchange certificates to buy. I just want to know how he can get it for 300 yuan. I'll take as many as he has!"

The shop owner has a very bad temper.

"Calm down, calm down. I told him that this price was impossible, but he insisted that I was the most powerful and skilled fishing master in the entire capital, the Lord Mengchang of the fishing world, and that it was no problem for him to give a novice like me preferential treatment."

Su Chao immediately showered him with flattery.

"Hmph, you're using Daiwa right off the bat? Are you sure you can catch any fish?"

Although the boss knew that Su Chao was flattering him, his expression did improve considerably.

Moreover, his relationship with Brother Song is more than just a simple acquaintance.

The two have a lot of business dealings.

"Fishing is not that difficult. If I have a set of professional equipment, I think I can catch ten or eight fish at a time, if not dozens."

Su Chao remembered watching a video of a fishing blogger in his past life.

One flick and one stripe, one flick and one stripe.

Because big data-driven recommendations are not very scientific, they only know to push videos that are twisting and turning, so he swiped away all the others except for this one video.

That blogger's name is Deng Gang or something like that.

(End of this chapter)