Huayu02 started by making films.

She asked softly, "Han...Yi, what do you want me to do? Let me make this clear first, I don't do anything involving unspoken rules."

Han Yi's 207th bone involuntarily twitched. He raised his hand and gave Chen Chen a light flick on the forehead:

"What are you thinking about! Go buy me a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. When Fan Xiaopang comes later, you can call me—Teacher Han."

Chen Chen slapped his chest, then stormed out in a fit of rage, yelling, "Go to hell, Han Yi! Nobody would buy you glasses, especially gold-rimmed ones! Pah!"

......

2 PM, Capital Airport Terminal.

Fan Xiaopang walked out of the arrival gate wearing a trench coat, his face completely covered by a baseball cap and flared glasses.

As soon as I stepped out of the gate, a woman in her thirties grabbed my wrist:

"You brat! You insisted on going to Hong Kong to film a movie, then quit halfway through, leaving me to clean up your mess? If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll put you back on the plane!"

This was none other than the top agent, Sister Hua. Fan Xiaopang immediately took her arm, adopting a girlish demeanor:

"Sister Hua~ I was bullied in Hong Kong. You have no idea what kind of scum those people are..."

Sister Hua rolled her eyes at her: "I told you not to go there, but you wouldn't listen. Come back with me, and I'll get you a role in a TV series." With that, she grabbed her and headed for the parking lot.

The conversation continued even after they got in the car:

"Sister Hua, I don't want to film TV dramas anymore, I want to film movies."

"Little Fatty, there are too many wolves and not enough lambs in the domestic film industry. Those famous directors won't hire you. Be good, listen to me..."

Fan Xiaopang immediately recounted Han Yi's story. After listening, Sister Hua frowned and asked, "You think so highly of him? That Han Yi?"

As she spoke, she pulled out the day's entertainment news from the back seat and handed it to him:

"This morning's news confirmed that Han Yi, a freshman in the Literature Department at Beijing Film Academy, has indeed been shortlisted for Cannes, but only in the short film category. Can he make a good feature film?"

Fan Xiaopang took the newspaper. The page featured Han Yi's student photo from last year's enrollment: tall, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, still somewhat youthful, accompanied by a shocking headline—18-year-old student director shortlisted for Cannes, true or false?

She licked her lips and said, "Sister Hua, have you ever seen an eighteen-year-old student get nominated for a film festival? Especially one of the three major European film festivals. Even though it's a short film, doesn't that just prove his talent? I still want to give it a try."

Seeing that Fan Xiaopang was determined to keep going, Sister Hua sighed helplessly, "Fine, I'll go to the Beijing Film Academy with you. I want to see what he's really made of. Also, how much are you planning to ask for?"

"If it's really a female-centric movie, I'd even do without a salary!" Fan Xiaopang laughed.

Sister Hua sighed, "You're hopeless, you brat! Have you paid off the money you owed for breaking your contract with that mistress?"

"I paid it all off a long time ago, and I even have some savings."

"Then you'll have to pay the breach of contract penalty for 'The Lion Roars' yourself!" Sister Hua said sternly.

"Ah~ No, Sister Hua, I'm the one being bullied..."

"Just kidding. I've already reached an agreement with the producers there. Otherwise, when they want to enter the mainland market later, see how I treat them."

"Sister Hua is so nice~"

……

At 2:30 PM, Teacher Dai went to teach a substitute class. Han Yi sat in his office, looking at the text messages that kept coming in on his phone:

Xiao Zhao: Brother Yi, the target has entered the school gate. Mission accomplished.

Da Gao: Brother Yi, her manager, Sister Hua, is with her too.

Han Yi wondered to himself, "Didn't Fan Xiaopang sign with Huayi Brothers? Why is he still with Sister Hua?"

He replied with a message. Not long after, Dao Rong sent a new message: "Brother Yi, the target has passed Guanshui Pond, mission complete."

Next, Du Zhe said, "Brother Yi, mission accomplished. The targets have entered the Literature Department, and Chen Chen is receiving them and leading them to the classroom."

Han Yi turned off his phone and estimated the time. About five minutes later, he got up and walked towards the classroom, not forgetting to take a long ruler from Teacher Dai's desk before leaving.

……

Inside the classroom, Chen Chen led Sister Hua and Fan Xiaopang in, poured them some water, and then sat back down at the computer.

Fan Xiaopang was initially full of excitement, but after waiting for a while and seeing that the person in charge hadn't appeared, he couldn't help but ask Chen Chen, "Where's Director Han Yi? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Chen Chen looked at the woman in front of her, whose looks were no less than her own, and felt inexplicably annoyed. She puffed out her chest and secretly glanced at the other woman.

Red grapefruit, thin-veined grapefruit!

She replied, "Han Yi is checking the cast with Professor Tian Zhuangzhuang and is coming over from the Directing Department. Please wait a moment."

Fan Xiaopang nodded sullenly and sat down. Sister Hua, who was standing next to him, heard the name "Tian Zhuangzhuang" and her eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Just then, clear footsteps came from outside the corridor, getting closer and closer.

Immediately afterwards, the classroom door was pushed open, and a figure and a voice arrived at the same time:

"I'm late."

Fan Xiaopang then saw the person clearly—not much different from the photo in the newspaper, except she lacked that youthful innocence, and was holding a ruler in her hand. She subconsciously twisted her body and said in a coquettish voice:

"Director Han Yi, your voice sounded like a handsome guy on the phone, and seeing you in person confirms it."

Hua Jie remained silent, but thought to herself, "She certainly has a good-looking face. Is the feng shui of the Literature Department at Beijing Film Academy really that good?"

Han Yi raised his hand in a gesture of urging, indicating that the two did not need to get up: "Hello, Sister Xiaopang, hello, Sister Hua. Let's get straight to the point and not waste any time."

After saying that, Chen Chen clicked the mouse, and a line of large characters appeared on the projection screen:

Suffocating for my dream!!!

Three heavy exclamation marks crashed into the eyes of Fan Xiaopang and Hua Jie.

Sister Hua frowned inwardly, thinking, "Playing tricks."

Fan Xiaopang muttered to himself, "What does this mean? Where's my script?"

Han Yi saw an eyeglasses case on the podium, opened it and saw a brand new pair of gold-rimmed glasses inside.

He looked at Chen Chen, who winked playfully.

Han Yi put on his glasses, switching to "CEO Jia" mode. Pointing a ruler at the large characters in his hand, he asked Fan Xiaopang in the audience, "Fan Xiaopang, what is your dream?"

Fan Xiaopang felt as if she had been transported back to her school days, being called on by the teacher. She stood up abruptly, stammering, "I... my dream is..."

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Han Yi pressed his advantage: "Or rather, what is your reason for entering the entertainment industry?"

"I want to be a big star!" Fan Xiaopang shouted.

"Very good, the goal is clear."

Han Yi made a compliment and gave Chen Chen a wink. The page switched, and a new question popped up on the screen: "For fame? For profit?"

Answer me.

Han Yi asked in a deep voice, "Do you want profit first, then fame; fame first, then profit; or—have it all?"

After saying that, he clenched his fist and made a gesture that said "I want them all".

Fan Xiaopang was somewhat confused: "Director Han Yi, does this have anything to do with the female-centric film you mentioned? And..."

"Call me Mentor Han!" Han Yi interrupted her. "Answer my question: 'Fame' or 'Fortune'?"

Sister Hua sat motionless in the audience, lost in thought, as if she had discovered something new, and still did not interrupt.

Fan Xiaopang, head held high and chest puffed out, declared loudly, "I want them all!"

Han Yi clapped: "Excellent, very spirited! That's the kind of presence befitting this year's Venice Film Festival Best Actress!"

Upon hearing the words "Venice Film Festival Best Actress," Fan Xiaopang was overjoyed, almost feeling that the role was a sure thing.

Sister Hua, standing to the side, looked at her expression, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She stood up and looked directly at Han Yi:

"Director Han Yi, I know you've been nominated for Cannes, and you've put it nicely. But what does that have to do with Venice? Besides, we haven't even seen the script yet."