Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 159 Where to get the money?

What Zhang Qilin really cares about is the return on investment.

Not only can you obtain more than ten times the funds, but you can also obtain 1200 luck points.

In order to gain these benefits, he could choose not to pick the winning lot.

Uncle Chen's opinion was exactly the opposite: he wouldn't allow investment, but he could support acting.

He originally wanted both, but Uncle Chen only allowed him to choose one, and that was the one that would bring him the least benefit.

He knew in his heart that Uncle Chen was doing it for his own good, afraid that he would make a rash investment in the wrong project and lose everything.

But he knew the show would be a huge hit, while Uncle Chen didn't.

He had no way of explaining to Uncle Chen why he knew the show would be a huge hit.

ah~

He was suffering in his heart, but he had nowhere to turn for justice.

Since he couldn't get through to Uncle Chen, he thought he'd go home and ask his parents for help.

If I could get over three million from my dad and invest it in this movie, it would multiply tenfold in just one year.

Just as Zhang Qilin was thinking about how to spend the money he had made, Chen Xiujie's voice rang out again: "Have you thought it through? If you want to act, I'll call the boss and ask him to invest."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qilin immediately shook his head: "I don't have time. I have to go to film a movie in a few days, and I have a big production in January next year. After that, I'll be acting in a play at the theater."

Zhang Qilin listed a whole host of reasons in order to prevent Chen Xiujie from finding a boss to invest in the film.

Are you kidding me? If he gets other people to invest in this movie, how will he make money?

Chen Xiujie nodded: "Then forget it. Just consider it making a friend. When I leave, I'll add Director Teng's contact information and see if there are any opportunities to work together in the future."

This was exactly what Zhang Qilin wanted, and he planned to contact Director Teng privately to inquire about the investment.

So he nodded and said, "I know what to do, Uncle~"

Zhang Qilin sat next to Chen Xiujie, putting on a smiling face to keep up appearances, but he was actually very anxious inside.

He wanted to finish quickly so he could go back and call his father to raise money. It was almost nine o'clock when the party ended. Teng Huatao came over to greet Chen Xiujie and asked if he wanted to go for tea.

Chen Xiujie wore a perfectly appropriate apologetic smile: "No, no, Director Teng, I suddenly had an inspiration and need to go back and draw it. Let's get together another day."

Teng Huatao knew immediately that the investment deal had fallen through, but he still smiled and flattered him, saying, "Professor Chen is truly diligent. Artistic inspiration is fleeting and must be seized in time. I'll arrange to meet you another day so we can have a proper chat."

After saying that, he turned to Zhang Qilin and said, "Qilin, it's a pleasure to meet you today. I hope we can have more opportunities to communicate in the future."

Chen Xiujie said, "Why don't you two exchange contact information? We can get together sometime in the future."

Zhang Qilin quickly responded with a smile, "Director Teng, I am also very honored to meet you. I will have to learn more from you in the future."

They then exchanged contact information.

After Teng Huatao left, Zhang Qilin followed Chen Xiujie out of the club.

A night breeze blew by, carrying the chill of early autumn.

"Uncle, I'll just take a taxi back. You should get some rest."

Chen Xiujie instructed, "Go back and prepare well. You'll be joining the crew in a few days. Don't think about those unnecessary things. Regarding investments, remember my words: use other people's money to make money, and refuse anything that involves your own money."

"Okay, Uncle~ I'm leaving." Zhang Qilin was in a hurry to go home to make a phone call, said goodbye to Chen Xiujie in a hurry, and then took a taxi away.

Chen Xiujie watched Zhang Qilin leave in a hurry and shook her head with a smile.

Back at his lodgings, Zhang Qilin hurriedly took out his phone and dialed his father's number.

The father's voice came quickly from the other end of the phone: "Why are you calling so late?"

Zhang Qilin changed to a more relaxed tone and said, "Dad, our family has three million, I—"

Before Zhang Qilin could finish speaking, his father immediately refused, saying, "You little brat, you're not learning anything good. Your Uncle Chen has already called me. You should focus on acting at the Beijing People's Art Theatre and not try to do any of those investments. The family doesn't need you to earn money."

Zhang Qilin's heart sank. He hadn't expected Uncle Chen to act so quickly, having already given his father a heads-up.

But he was unwilling to give up so easily, and hurriedly said, "Dad, I think this drama has a bright market prospect—"

Before Zhang Qilin could finish speaking, his father rudely interrupted him: "Your most important thing right now is to develop your career at the Beijing People's Art Theatre and get a permanent position as soon as possible. Don't worry about the investment—"

After lecturing Zhang Qilin, Zhang's father hung up the phone without giving him a chance to argue.

Zhang Qilin looked at the phone and smiled wryly. Uncle Chen acted really quickly.

Since we can't get through to our family, we'll have to think of other ways.

He's joining the production team next Monday, and this matter must be settled before he joins to earn back his luck points.

Otherwise, if he encounters something on set that requires divination, does he really have to risk his life to divine?

That definitely won't work.

He was thinking about the people in his WeChat Moments who could make so much money in such a short time.

Most of his friends rely on their families, and their monthly income is limited. There must be a legitimate reason for spending millions.

The key issue is that he couldn't offer them a reason to accept this film.

Then there's Jing Tian; I wonder if she has any.

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone and called Jing Tian.

As soon as the call connected, Jing Tian's voice came through: "Calling so late, is something wrong?"

"Sweetie, I need your help urgently! Do you have any money?"

Jing Tian on the other end of the phone was taken aback for a moment, then a refreshing laugh came through: "Da Lin, you've finally met your match! Call me Sister Tian a few more times."

"Sweetie, stop fooling around, we're talking serious. Do you have any money?"

"I have several hundred thousand; take it all if you need it."

"That's not enough, I need more than three million."

"Over three million? Da Lin, what happened to you? Did someone set you up?"

"Am I that kind of person? I've just taken a liking to a film project and want to invest some money in it."

"Do you have a business plan? Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get so much money from home."

Zhang Qilin was stumped by the question.

Project proposal?

He only met Teng Huatao for the first time tonight, and he hadn't even read the script, so where would he get the plan?

Besides, even if a draft is written now, Jing Tian's family will definitely ask about the project details in detail, which will definitely take a long time.

The key point is that he can't afford to wait.

I'm starting filming next Monday. If this is delayed until after I start filming, it will be too late.

He was worried.

Zhang Qilin said, "I don't have time to work on a project proposal. I'll think of another way."

"Give me your account number, and I'll transfer the money I have to you."

"No need, I'll call you when I need it."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qilin sighed.

If this path is blocked, what other options are there?

Actually, there is one more person he can turn to.

He really didn't want to ask that person for help unless absolutely necessary.

His senior uncle, Cui Jiangrui.

His eldest uncle also doted on him, but he was very keen to match him with his daughter.

Every time she saw him, it was like seeing her son-in-law, which put a lot of pressure on him.

He really wouldn't want to go to his senior uncle if he hadn't had no other choice.

He remembered his senior uncle Cui Jiangrui's always smiling face, and the words he would say every time they met!

"Linlin, when are you coming over for dinner? Your aunt has been talking about you lately."

The eldest uncle's daughter, Cui Ying, was five years older than him, and in fact, the two of them disliked each other.

Fortunately, she studied abroad in recent years.

Considering the investment returns and the 1200 luck points, he decided to try his luck with his senior master, Cui Jiangrui.

But he can't borrow money directly.

Given his temperament, the eldest uncle would definitely give the money readily, and might even add several million more.

The key issue is that it will be difficult for him to return it.

He could even guess the reasons why his senior uncle refused.

The eldest master would definitely smile and say, "No need to return it, consider it Xiaoying's dowry."

When his senior uncle comes looking for his father again, given his father's personality, Zhang Qilin doesn't even dare to think about what will happen next.

But now, he has no other choice but to seek help from his senior uncle.

I still have to go, but I can't borrow money.

The master's paintings are very valuable, and he can take the paintings first under the pretext of helping a friend request one.

Once the investment funds arrive in your account, you can use someone else to return them to your master, thus avoiding that awkward situation.

After figuring it out, he dialed the phone number of his senior uncle, Cui Jiangrui.

Soon, that familiar voice came through the receiver: "Hey? Linlin? Is something wrong calling so late?"

Zhang Qilin cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound relaxed and cheerful: "Senior Uncle, good evening. I hope I haven't disturbed your rest?"

"No, I'm watching TV with your aunt right now. She asked when you're coming over so she can make you some soup."

Zhang Qilin said with a forced smile, "Senior Uncle, I have a very close friend who would like to request a piece of your calligraphy. Do you have time?"

"You need to have it at all times."

"It's not that I want it, it's that my friend wants it."

"Okay, okay, then come over for lunch tomorrow."

Zhang Qilin hung up the phone and sighed.

The next morning.

10:30

Zhang Qilin took a taxi to Dongcheng.

Master Uncle Cui Jiangrui lived in an old courtyard house in the east of the city.

In recent years, he signed an agent who is very good at creating hype, and through a series of maneuvers...

His paintings are now worth six figures per foot.

Cui Jiangrui was sitting in a rattan chair, holding a purple clay teapot. When he saw Zhang Qilin come in, he smiled and waved, "Come, come, try this year's pre-Qingming Longjing tea. A friend of mine specially sent it from Hangzhou."

Zhang Qilin walked over and sat down, taking the teacup handed to him by his senior apprentice.

The tea soup is clear and sweet on the palate.

"Linlin is here!"

No sooner had Cui Jiangrui finished speaking than a kind-faced woman strode out from the inner room; it was none other than his aunt.

She was still holding a spatula in her hand, her face beaming with undisguised delight.

"Let your aunt take a look," Auntie looked Zhang Qilin up and down, her eyes full of affection. "Why do you seem to have lost weight again? Have you not been eating properly again? You must eat more today. I stewed some old hen soup and simmered it for more than ten hours."

"Auntie, please don't bother. I just came over to sit for a while," Zhang Qilin quickly stood up.

"We need to eat while we're sitting," Cui Jiangrui put down the purple clay teapot, smiled, and patted the stone bench next to him. "Your aunt has been talking about you since this morning, saying you were coming, and she started cooking it last night."

Faced with the couple's enthusiasm, Zhang Qilin could only smile helplessly and sit down again.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Auntie turned and went back to the kitchen to continue her work.

Half an hour later, the food was ready, and Zhang Qilin ate until his belly was round from the overly enthusiastic hospitality of the two.

Throughout the meal, the two elderly people kept serving Zhang Qilin food and chatting about everyday things.

Aunt Zhang asked about Zhang Qilin's work at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, whether he had been wronged, whether he was eating well, and whether he was getting used to his accommodations.

Cui Jiangrui would occasionally chime in, urging Zhang Qilin to work hard, learn from his seniors, and strive to achieve success in his acting career as soon as possible.

After dinner, Zhang Qilin spent another hour chatting with the two elderly people.

Cui Jiangrui then led Zhang Qilin to the study.