Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

In the conference room of Vision Capital, Chen Kai excitedly dialed Gu Heng's number.

"Boss, it's done."

"Hairun... has agreed to everything."

Gu Heng sounded relaxed on the other end of the phone; things were finally over.

"Thanks for your hard work."

This outcome was anticipated by Gu Heng and him when they formulated their strategy.

Hairun Pictures is facing a tight cash flow this year, and the Bright Sword production team needs this two million yuan investment more than anyone else.

The so-called toughness is nothing more than a test to gain some advantage in front of inexperienced investors.

Gu Heng's strategy was simple: make concessions on the repayment cycle, but hang a sword of high overdue penalties over their heads, while firmly adhering to the bottom line of third-party supervision of funds.

As it turns out, faced with absolute benefits and urgent needs, Hairun had no other choice.

"Follow the procedures, sign the agreement, and transfer the funds," Gu Heng instructed. "Also, you must personally oversee the financial supervisor assigned to the production crew. They must be one of our own people and reliable."

"clear."

Upon receiving the final approval, Chen Kai immediately took action.

That afternoon, on behalf of Vision Capital, he officially signed an investment agreement with Hairun Pictures for "Bright Sword".

Vision Capital invested RMB 2 million, acquiring a 15% investment share in the drama and corresponding copyright revenue, plus the online copyright as specifically requested by Gu Heng.

After securing the investment for "Bright Sword," Gu Heng's pace of life slowed down.

The contract for "The Return of the Condor Heroes" has been signed, but there are still several months before filming starts, and he and Yang Mi don't have any scenes together in the early stages.

Meanwhile, at Vision Capital, Chen Kai and his team were methodically executing his pre-established plan, and everything was proceeding smoothly.

That day, Gu Heng had a rare moment of leisure.

He looked at Yang Mi, who was sitting on the sofa, munching on an apple and idly pressing the TV remote, and suddenly laughed.

"Come on, let me take you to a nice place to relax."

Yang Mi's eyes darted around, she took a bite of the apple, and asked indistinctly.

"What's a good place?"

You'll see when you get there.

Gu Heng kept her in suspense, and without waiting to see if she had finished eating, he took the apple from her hand, threw it into the trash can, and then pulled her along and walked outside.

"Hey, I haven't finished eating yet."

Half an hour later, when the two stood on the second basement floor of a large shopping mall in Xidan, Yang Mi's eyes lit up instantly.

gaming room.

Electronically synthesized music, the screams of game characters, and the crisp sound of steel balls colliding are all mixed together.

In Beijing in 2004, this place was a paradise for young people.

"How did you come to this place?"

Yang Mi's tone couldn't hide her surprise, clearly indicating that she had been to this place quite often.

She expertly led Gu Heng to the front desk and deftly pulled out her wallet.

"Boss, exchange fifty dollars' worth of coins first."

With a clattering sound, the heavy game coins filled the small plastic basket.

Yang Mi casually handed it to Gu Heng and excitedly weaved through the various machines.

"Which one to play? Dance Dance Revolution? Taiko no Tatsujin? Or that one?"

She pointed to several cool-looking machines placed side by side not far away.

Racing game.

"This is it!"

Without saying a word, Yang Mi pulled Gu Heng to sit on the two adjacent machines.

She skillfully inserted coins, selected a car, and chose a track, all in one smooth motion.

"The Akina Mountain track, dare you?" she asked Gu Heng provocatively.

Gu Heng smiled and then inserted coins into the machine.

At that time, there were no manga-based movies yet, but the name of Fujiwara Tofu Shop had already spread far and wide thanks to the anime.

The game has begun.

Yang Mi clearly knew the map inside and out, gaining an advantage from the start and taking the lead over Gu Heng.

Gu Heng followed behind at a leisurely pace.

"Hey, are you even capable?"

As Yang Mi rounded a hairpin bend, she even had the leisure to turn her head and glance at him.

"Hey, just you wait."

Then, Gu Heng seized a small opening at the bend before the last long straight.

With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, the car squeezed through the inner guardrail at a tricky angle.

"what!"

Yang Mi exclaimed in surprise as her car was lightly grazed at the front, causing her to slow down slightly.

In that split second, Gu Heng's car crossed the finish line first.

Seeing the word "WINNER" pop up on the screen, Gu Heng leaned close to Yang Mi's ear.

"True speed is on curves; anyone can accelerate in a straight line."

Yang Mi stared blankly at the screen, somewhat incredulous.

"You...you cheated! You bumped into me!" She took off her headphones and pointed her finger at Gu Heng angrily.

"All's fair in war." Gu Heng shrugged innocently. "Besides, a man can't say no."

Yang Mi was taken aback by his retort, snorted, and jumped off her seat.

"This round doesn't count! Let's switch to another one!"

She dragged Gu Heng along and started wandering around the arcade, determined to get her revenge.

Finally, her gaze settled on the basketball shooting machine.

"This is it, let's see who gets the higher score!"

Yang Mi inserted a coin, picked up the basketball, and started shooting.

Her form was fairly standard, and her accuracy was about 50%.

One minute later, the score was 126.

"Hmph, your turn."

Yang Mi wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead, gave the space to Gu Heng, and waited to see him make a fool of himself.

Gu Heng inserted a coin, picked up a basketball, and casually weighed it in his hand.

Then, he turned to the side, lifted the ball with one hand, and flicked his wrist slightly.

The basketball traced a beautiful arc in the air.

"Whoosh."

Hollow-core netting.

Before the first ball even landed, the second ball had already been shot.

"Whoosh."

It's hollow again.

For the next minute, Yang Mi stood to the side, her mouth agape, watching Gu Heng's solo performance.

He didn't even look at the basket; he just mechanically repeated the motion of getting the ball, shooting, getting the ball again, and shooting again.

The basketballs seemed to have eyes, disappearing into the hoop one after another.

The machine's scoreboard was pounding rapidly, and the electronic sound effects were almost blending together.

The people playing games nearby were gradually drawn in by the commotion and gathered around.

When the whistle blew to signal the end of the time limit, the score was finally set.

488 points.

A record worthy of being recorded in the history of this arcade.

"How...how did you do that?"

Yang Mi looked at Gu Heng with a question mark in her eyes, as if she were meeting him for the first time.

The skill gap between the two is too large.

Gu Heng silently complained to himself that using the muscle memory and body control he had developed through years of martial arts training to play this game was indeed a bit unfair.

He tore off the long string of lottery tickets and waved it in front of Yang Mi.

"Are you convinced?"

Yang Mi snatched the thick stack of lottery tickets, her face full of admiration.

"I'm completely impressed! Master Yelü, you're an absolute master pitcher!"

She directly used the title from the drama.

"When we get to the film crew, you'll have to look after me, this little Guo Xiang."

She was holding a huge pile of lottery tickets, smiling like a little fox.

Seeing her happy expression, Gu Heng reached out and ruffled her hair.

"rest assured."

"With me here, no one can bully you."