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

Gu Heng's eyelids twitched, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

"Brother Xiaoming, I can skip this; I have to oversee the whole situation..."

"Coordination my ass!"

Ning Hao jumped out from behind the monitor and mercilessly exposed him, "Manager Chen has finished all the work, and you've been so idle these past two days that you've been feeding stray cats on set! Those cats avoid you whenever they see you."

Good guy.

The backstabbing came so fast, like a tornado.

Huang Bo was squatting in the corner eating a watermelon when he heard this. He threw the watermelon rind away and tossed it into the trash can.

With their mouths full of red juice, they came over and started making a fuss.

"That's right, Mr. Gu! Look at all of us here, we're all so ugly! Your looks don't photograph well, it's a huge waste of our resources! You have to come and raise our average appearance!"

Xu Zheng rubbed his bald head and added with a smile, "President Gu, if you don't act, it will seem like our crew is ostracizing the investors. We won't take the blame for that."

For a time, the entire crew started making a fuss.

"Mr. Gu! One, please!"

"Mr. Gu! One, please!"

The crew got so caught up in filming that, and since Gu Heng is usually so approachable, they all became just bystanders.

Amidst the deafening clamor for abdication, Yang Mi's voice was the sharpest.

"Gu Heng! Don't back down!"

Yang Mi stood at the front of the crowd, hands on her hips, chin held high, with a smug look on her face.

"Everyone's watching! If you don't perform, are you afraid of messing it up and embarrassing yourself? Beijing Film Academy's number one? Is that all?"

This girl is the type who loves to stir up trouble.

Gu Heng rubbed his temples helplessly.

These troublemakers.

He looked at Ning Hao, sending him a final plea for help.

Ning Hao shrugged and spread his hands.

Boss, public opinion is hard to defy, there's nothing I can do, so please just give in.

Then this guy turned around and gestured to the photographer, and all the cameras and lenses were pointed at them, giving him no chance to back out.

Gu Heng sighed and his gaze fell on Yang Mi, who was jumping the most enthusiastically.

Yang Mi was ecstatic when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, a coldness shooting straight to the top of her head.

Whenever Gu Heng makes this expression, it usually means someone is about to be in trouble, and that unlucky person is most likely her.

Danger.

Yang Mi subconsciously took a step back.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?"

"Okay, I'll act it out."

Gu Heng's voice silenced the surroundings.

He reached out and grabbed Yang Mi's wrist.

"However, it's not fun to act alone."

Gu Heng turned to Ning Hao, "Director Ning, that scene at the entrance of Luohan Temple, with that pretentious pretty boy holding a Coke can and his gold-digging girlfriend, hasn't been filmed yet, right?"

Ning Hao was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "They didn't film it! I was just worried about not finding that kind of... that kind of aura that makes you want to punch them at first glance!"

Gu Heng: "..."

With Ning Hao's emotional intelligence, he's basically done with riding a bicycle.

"Okay, that scene it is." Gu Heng pointed to Yang Mi, who looked completely bewildered. "I'll play the gigolo, and she'll play the gold digger."

"ah?!"

Yang Mi's eyes widened. "I'm not acting! That woman's dressed like a feather duster, I'm not going!"

The scene was roughly like this: a couple was at the entrance of Luohan Temple. The man pretended to be very rich and cultured, while the woman looked on with admiration but was actually a complete idiot. Then they were bumped into by three stupid thieves who had just gotten off the cable car, and a quarrel broke out.

"Protest invalid."

Gu Heng ignored her aggressive gestures and pulled her towards the dressing room.

"Weren't you having a good time stirring things up just now? What goes around comes around."

"Gu Heng, let me go! Help! Qianqian, save me!"

Half an hour later.

When the two reappeared on set, everyone was silent for a second, then burst into huge laughter.

Gu Heng was wearing a flashy polo shirt with the collar turned up high, a briefcase tucked under his arm, and his hair was slicked back and shiny.

He exudes a greasy, nouveau riche vibe.

Yang Mi's condition was even more appalling.

She wore a tight leopard-print mini-skirt that accentuated her curves, sported a head of blond, frizzy hair, had her cheeks smeared with rouge like a monkey's bottom, and held a gaudy folding fan in her hand. As she walked, her waist swayed like a water snake.

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Liu Yifei choked on a mouthful of water, her face turning bright red.

Is this still the same lively and adorable Mimi she used to know?

That's clearly a nightclub supervisor who just got off work!

Huang Xiaoming laughed so hard he could hardly breathe: "Absolutely amazing! Absolutely amazing! Gu Heng, you captured that aura so perfectly, it's like you were playing yourself!"

"What are you laughing at! Haven't you ever seen a successful person before!" Gu Heng rolled his eyes, but he did it with great skill, just like a foolish son of a landlord.

"On your marks!"

Ning Hao, clutching his aching stomach from laughing, sat back down behind the monitor.

"Action!"

The camera pans.

Gu Heng gripped his bag tightly with one hand and casually put his other arm around Yang Mi's waist as he swaggered along the mountain path of Luohan Temple.

Holding a can of Coke, he gestured dramatically, pointing and saying, "See that? That's Luohan Temple! Hundreds of years of history! Who else but me would bring you to such a culturally significant place?"

His deliberately lowered, hoarse voice, coupled with that smug, upturned expression, perfectly embodied the art of pretentiousness.

Yang Mi nestled in his arms, chewing gum and waving a fan in a affected manner: "Oh, my husband, you're so knowledgeable! I knew being with you would make me feel so sophisticated!"

The voice was so sweet that everyone present got goosebumps.

Just then.

The trio playing Dao Ge, Hei Pi, and Xiao Jun rushed past from the side, and Huang Bo deliberately bumped into Gu Heng's shoulder.

"Ouch!"

Gu Heng lost his grip on the Coke can and spilled a few drops onto his pants.

He jumped up.

"Can't you watch where you're going?! Are you blind?!"

Gu Heng pointed at Huang Bo's nose, veins bulging on his neck, his arrogance, a mixture of bravado and cowardice, was on full display. "Do you know how much these pants cost? Armani! You couldn't afford to pay for them even if you sold yourself!"

Yang Mi chimed in, pointing at the three with her fan: "Exactly! A bunch of bumpkins! Stay away from us, they're making us smell bad!"

That look of disdain in her eyes really made me want to rush in and punch her.

Dao Ge glanced at the two men with a gloomy face, and finally squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: "Go."

The three of them left.

Gu Heng continued his tirade from behind, brandishing two fists at the air: "It's only because I'm in a good mood today! Otherwise, you'd all be in for a world of hurt! Pah!"

"Card!"

"That's awesome!"

Ning Hao jumped up from his chair and clapped.

This scene doesn't actually have much depth in its dialogue; it's purely about acting.

It's not easy to perform lowbrow humor that is both repulsive and irresistibly funny.

Gu Heng, in particular, was a shrewd and capable investor one second, but the next he turned into a despicable scoundrel that everyone wanted to kick.

Gu Heng dropped his smug expression, calmly straightened his upturned collar, and resumed his usual nonchalant demeanor.

"Basic operation, don't be silly."

He turned to look at Yang Mi and found that the girl was frantically wiping the heavy makeup off her face with a wet wipe, while also dry heaving. She was clearly disgusted by his earlier squeaking.

"How was it, Yang Xiaomi? Did you enjoy it?"

Yang Mi threw the wet wipe on the ground, revealing her rosy cheeks.

"Gu Heng! You son of a bitch!"

"If word gets out that grotesque performance I just did, my image as a pure and innocent girl will be ruined for life!"