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

"No, no, Gu Heng, I'm going to melt!"

Yang Mi wore sunglasses, and the small fan in her hand spun rapidly. She clung limply to Gu Heng like a dehydrated salted fish.

The joy of the college entrance examination did not last long. Gu Heng said goodbye to his parents and took Yang Mi on a trip.

In the past two weeks, the two have traveled from Beijing to Chongqing, eating their way through various cities.

The little girl had a blast, stopping and starting along the way. But as soon as she arrived at Jiefangbei, she was taught a lesson by Chongqing's sweltering heat.

Gu Heng wasn't in much better shape; the back of his T-shirt was soaked.

He was carrying two cups of chilled mung bean soup that he had just bought.

"This is nothing. Once we get to the set, that'll be the real furnace."

He inserted the straw and put it into Yang Mi's mouth.

Yang Mi took a deep breath, then jolted awake and finally came back to life.

"Hey Lao Gu, did you know it would be this hot? Did you deliberately not remind me to bring sun protection clothing?"

Gu Heng hailed a yellow Antelope taxi.

"I'm doing this so you can get used to it in advance."

"With Ning Hao's personality, once filming starts, he'll be working day and night. When you come back looking tanned, Old Yang will probably hang me up and beat me."

"Go to hell!" Yang Mi raised her leg and gave a feint kick.

Half an hour later, the car stopped next to a dilapidated Luohan Temple.

The headquarters of the "Crazy Stone" film crew is located here.

As soon as I got off the bus, I was hit by a cacophony of noise.

Several Jinbei vans with the film crew's logo were parked at the entrance, and a group of young people were carrying equipment in and out, many of them wearing T-shirts with the words "Beijing Film Academy" printed on them.

This was also Gu Heng's suggestion.

Since the money's going to be spent anyway, might as well boost our school's reputation.

Apart from key technical positions, all jobs such as photography assistants, lighting assistants, and stagehands were filled by recruiting people from the Beijing Film Academy.

Cheap, easy to use, and obedient.

"Mr. Gu! Honey!"

Ning Hao, covered in sweat, came out to greet him.

Three months later, Ning Hao had lost a lot of weight, and his eye bags were practically drooping down to his chin, but he was in excellent spirits.

"Director Ning, take care of yourself. Don't collapse before the movie is even finished," Gu Heng teased with a smile.

"Hey, just busy with nothing." Ning Hao wiped the sweat from his face and handed over two bottles of mineral water. "I'm mainly excited, Mr. Gu. The money you gave me is right. This battle was well-funded, and I feel at ease."

How could I not feel at ease?

In my past life, I was struggling with three million, but in this life, I'm rolling in money with six million.

As the group walked inside, they found an altar set up in the courtyard, complete with a pig's head, fruit, and a camera covered with a red cloth placed in the center.

Besides the crew members, Gu Heng also saw several familiar figures.

Several teachers from the Performance Academy of Beijing Film Academy, as well as Cui Xinqin.

"Mother Cui!"

Upon seeing Teacher Cui, Yang Mi immediately let go of Gu Heng and swooped over like a swallow.

"Oh my, my little champion is here!" Cui Xinqin beamed, pulling Yang Mi around to look her over. "You've gotten a bit tanned, but you look even more energetic."

Gu Heng walked over and greeted them politely, "Hello, Teacher Cui and all the teachers."

Cui Xinqin looked at Gu Heng with admiration in her eyes, and even a hint of pride.

They haven't even enrolled yet, but they've already built up such a huge business, and they can even give back to the school by providing internship opportunities for their seniors.

This is also why the other teachers were there; the main reason was that they wanted to see who Gu Heng really was.

"Gu, you've really made Beijing Film Academy proud this time." A photography professor patted Gu Heng on the shoulder. "If Ning Hao's script really comes to fruition, you'll be famous at school."

"It's all thanks to the teachers' excellent instruction. I just contributed some money; it was Director Ning who did the hard work," Gu Heng said modestly, deflecting the credit.

Just then, a shiny bald head squeezed in.

Xu Zheng.

At that time, he was at the height of his popularity thanks to his role as Pig Brother in "Spring Bright Pigsy".

But he didn't want to be just a comedian; he was ambitious and wanted to change his career path, as well as move behind the scenes.

"Teacher Xu, I've heard so much about you."

Gu Heng took the initiative to greet him, a flawless fake smile on his face.

"Mr. Gu is young and promising." Xu Zheng shook hands with a smile. "Ning Hao's book is quite interesting, and with Mr. Gu's boldness, I thought I'd join in the fun."

"Teacher Xu's willingness to come is a great honor for the film crew."

Gu Heng stared at Xu Zheng's shiny forehead, his mind racing with calculations.

At this time, Xu Zheng had not yet produced "Lost in Thailand," making it the perfect opportunity to make his move.

You're saying this is hijacking?

So what?

Gu Heng smiled and snapped his fingers at Chen Kai, who had already arrived at the film set.

Chen Kai immediately handed over a thick red envelope.

"Teacher Xu, the pay is the pay, and the red envelope is the red envelope. Although our film is small, we can't break the rules. This is a start-up red envelope, for good luck."

Xu Zheng squeezed the thickness of the red envelope and raised an eyebrow.

At least 20,000.

This young man is meticulous and straightforward in his work.

"Haha, then I'll accept it without hesitation." Xu Zheng put away the red envelope, his smile becoming more sincere. "President Gu, if you have any good projects in the future, you must think of your brother."

"That's natural." Gu Heng nodded.

Having dealt with the seasoned veteran, Gu Heng looked around the film crew's surroundings.

One has to admire how powerful the village chief of the beginner village is.

Everything proceeded smoothly and in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, Gu Heng's gaze was drawn to a figure in the corner.

There squatted a man wearing khaki overalls and with messy hair like a chicken coop.

He was holding the script, pondering it, muttering to himself, and occasionally gesturing at the air, looking a bit neurotic.

Huang Bo.

At that time, he had just graduated from the dubbing class of Beijing Film Academy, and in this industry where looks matter, he was doing quite poorly.

Unlike Huang Bo's self-recommendation in his previous life, Gu Heng specifically appointed him for the role in this life.

Ning Hao followed Gu Heng's gaze and shouted loudly.

"Hey, you there, come here for a second!"

Huang Bo was startled and quickly put down his script and ran over.

"Director, what's wrong? Should this look be a little dirtier?"

Huang Bo speaks with a thick Qingdao accent, which makes people laugh just by listening to him.

"This is investor Mr. Gu," Ning Hao introduced.

Huang Bo was taken aback, clearly not expecting the investor to be so young.

But he reacted very quickly, grinning and revealing a set of big white teeth.

"Oh, Mr. Gu, hello! I'm Huang Bo, the one who plays the dark-skinned guy. Don't worry, although my face is a bit unusual, playing this unlucky thief is absolutely a natural fit!"

Everyone around laughed when he said that.

Gu Heng looked at this future movie star and nodded to himself.

The pinnacle of emotional intelligence, truly lives up to its reputation.

"You're too kind, senior brother." Gu Heng extended his hand.

This address of "senior brother" stunned Huang Bo.

He grasped Gu Heng's hand, somewhat flattered, saying, "No, no, no, Mr. Gu, your calling me 'senior brother' makes me flustered. I'm just a vocational school student who was just getting by; how could I dare to presume in front of you?"

"A hero's origins are irrelevant."

Gu Heng looked at that face that seemed to tell a story.

"Perform this play well, and you'll make everyone remember your face."

Huang Bo blinked his small eyes twice.

He dropped his playful grin and his eyes became more serious: "Thank you for your kind words. As long as the audience doesn't throw bricks at the stage, I'll be perfectly content."