Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 69 How to Sell a Script to a Rich Woman

Second day

Jiang Ye stood under the ginkgo tree at the school gate, wearing a black hoodie over a denim jacket, holding two cups of coffee in his hand.

At exactly nine o'clock, a black Ferrari F430 roared to a stop in front of him, the window rolled down, and a small head wearing sunglasses popped out.

"Is that Director Jiang?"

Jing Tian wore a cream-colored knit sweater today, her chestnut-colored long hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders, and her sunglasses were pushed up to the top of her head.

She was also wearing a huge mask, only revealing a pair of bright, scrutinizing eyes.

She didn't get out of the car, but simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

This girl also owns a GMC motorhome with license plate number JT721...

"Teacher Jing."

Jiang Ye guided her to park her car, maintaining a polite distance, and handed her a cup of coffee.

Jing Tian accepted the coffee, thanked him, and then asked, puzzled, "Why did you choose to talk at school?"

"Two reasons."

As Jiang Ye walked, he explained, "First, this place has the most suitable atmosphere in all of Yanjing for discussing plays set in the Republican era."

He pointed to the teaching building covered in vines.

"Secondly..." He suddenly turned around, revealing a youthful smile, "I think you haven't been back for a long time, so it's a good opportunity to relive your student days."

Jing Tian's expression softened slightly: "Indeed. He's rarely come back since graduation."

Jiang Ye didn't rush to discuss the script; instead, he took Da Tian Tian on a tour of the school first.

"This is the newly built training center; it wasn't there when you were there. The small theater over there is still the same as before; I heard that Professor Huang Lei was still rehearsing a play there last year..."

As he passed by the cafeteria, he suddenly stopped and said, "You used to eat the beef noodles at the third cafeteria, right? They've changed chefs now, and the taste isn't as good as it used to be."

Jing Tian looked at him in surprise: "How did you know I like to eat this?"

“Teacher Lin said that,” Jiang Ye said with a smile. “He also said that you always ask your classmates to save you seats because you can’t get up early for class.”

Jing Tian finally chuckled softly, his tense shoulders relaxing a little.

As they walked to the snack street near the school gate, Jiang Ye stopped in front of a milk tea shop: "Want to try the new product? There wasn't any black glutinous rice milk tea when you graduated."

Jing Tian shook his head: "My manager won't let me drink these."

But his eyes clearly glanced at the menu.

"It's okay to do it once in a while." Jiang Ye had already scanned the code to pay. "Senior, you're so busy, it's good to indulge yourself once in a while to relax!"

A warm cup of glutinous rice milk tea was handed to Jing Tian. She hesitated for a moment, then took a small sip, her eyes immediately lighting up: "This glutinous rice is so soft!"

"Right?" Jiang Ye seized the opportunity to point to the stall next door, "Their new cheese-baked cold noodles are even better, want to try them?"

"No, no, no."

Jing Tian waved his hand repeatedly, but Jiang Ye had already jogged off to buy a serving.

Golden and crispy cold noodles wrapped in stretchy cheese, the aroma wafting straight into your nose.

Jing Tian swallowed hard: "I really can't."

"Just one bite!" Jiang Ye handed her the bamboo skewer. "You're a senior, please help your junior taste it."

ten minutes later!

"This roasted sweet potato skin is absolutely amazing!"

Jing Tian held a skewer of candied hawthorns in his left hand and a freshly baked egg pancake in his right, his cheeks puffed out like a little hamster. "I never dare to eat these on set."

Jiang Ye handed over another paper bag: "Try this, the most famous stinky tofu on the back street, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"

"Ah! This smell." Jing Tian pinched his nose, but still couldn't help but lean closer to smell it. "It's so intoxicating!"

"But it's delicious!"

"Mmm!" Miss Jing was having a bit too much fun eating. She hadn't indulged in food like this in a long time since she entered the entertainment industry.

Female celebrities pay close attention to their figures, and they are prone to gaining weight easily; their faces tend to become rounder if they eat too much.

Besides, none of the people she interacts with have taken her to eat this kind of snack...

In the end, Miss Jing got a little carried away and enjoyed eating with her junior brother on the snack street.

This is a rare opportunity...

Fat? Let's talk about it when I'm fat...

After walking around for nearly two hours, Jiang Ye finally took her to a coffee shop.

The two chose a corner by the window to sit down, where the wooden table and chairs were slightly warmed by the sunlight.

Just as Jing Tian put down the bag of snacks in his hand, Jiang Ye took out an exquisite kraft paper folder from his bag.

"What is this...?" Jing Tian asked curiously, leaning closer.

Jiang Ye smiled mysteriously and opened the folder.

Inside are several hand-painted watercolor paintings that Jiang Ye commissioned at a high price.

Jing Tian's eyes widened instantly: "This...this is me?"

In the first painting, a woman in a dark green cheongsam stands on the terrace of an old-fashioned Western-style building. The vine embroidery meanders along the hem of her skirt, and her fingertips are entwined with eerie green vines.

Against the backdrop of a hazy, old Shanghai night scene, she glances back with a slight upturn of her eyes, exuding both cold beauty and danger.

The second picture is of a snow scene!
She stood under a withered vine and old tree, holding an oil-paper umbrella. Her white clothes were as pure as snow, except for a touch of vermilion on her lips, exuding both a bewitching and ethereal aura.

The most striking image is the third one. She leans languidly against a carved chair in a Republic-era teahouse, her jade-like legs entwined with vines revealed by the slit of her cheongsam. In the steam rising from the teacup in her hand, a ferocious demonic image vaguely emerges.

Beautiful, so beautiful, absolutely gorgeous!
Am I that beautiful?
These looks made her heart pound.

"This is..." Jing Tian's fingers gently traced the drawing paper, his voice softening slightly, "Si Teng?"

“Yes.” Jiang Ye pointed to the first picture. “This is the scene where you first revealed your true form, Sister Tian.”

“In the moonlight, vines grow from fingertips.”

He then pointed to the third picture, saying, "This is the state of his demonic power being fully unleashed when he fought against the Ancestor of the Suspended Gate."

He turned to the last page.

On a rooftop in a modern city, a woman in a modified cheongsam looks down at the city lights, with huge vines spreading out behind her like wings.

“Si Teng is no ordinary demon.” Jiang Ye’s voice was soft, but every word was clear. “She has lived for a thousand years and has seen all the ups and downs of human life. She has retained the purity of a demon, but has also learned the complexities of human nature.”

"She is strong and proud, but she can also be happy with a bowl of sweet soup."

Jing Tian's gaze lingered on the painting for a long time.

She had never seen herself like this before—not the brave Tian Xi, not the simple Ban Shu, but a vibrant and complex leading lady full of contradictions and tension.

“These clothes,” she said, pointing to the exquisite cheongsam in the painting.

"Suzhou embroidery artisans offer handmade custom pieces, with a budget starting at 50,000 yuan per piece."

Jiang Ye then pulled out a small fabric sample. "This is the silk satin we're going to use. Feel it."

"Our show is a big production, co-produced with Tencent Video, and we pay special attention to details."

"There are nearly a hundred outfits prepared just for Sito."

"Sister Tian, ​​look at this fabric! The sheen is so beautiful, and it's so comfortable to wear next to the skin. It's not just silk; there are also Suzhou embroidery cheongsams, brocade capes, and long gowns with handmade frog buttons—all made according to the standards of the Republic of China era!"

"Moreover, every outfit matches the plot, from the simple cheongsam when she first appeared to the dark-patterned long dress that exudes a powerful aura later on, even the accessories..."

As Jing Tian listened to Jiang Ye's incessant narration, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter!
She, Jing Tian, ​​has decided to act in this project!

As for competition? Heh...

(End of this chapter)