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

In the days that followed, Ning Hao, along with Guo Tao, Huang Bo, and their gang, practically plowed through the entire Sichuan and Chongqing region.

I run five roadshows a day, and sometimes I have to squeeze in a midnight show.

Whenever he wanted to take a break, Ning Hao would take out the real-time box office data sent by Su Qing.

Everyone was like they'd been injected with adrenaline again!

They roared that they could fight again.

Just one week.

The box office was 27 million.

Without big-name directors or superstars, with a budget of a few million, and a bunch of oddballs speaking in dialects, they managed to carve out a niche for themselves in the Lunar New Year film season.

The Huayi Brothers headquarters was filled with smoke.

Wang Zhongjun, a cigar between his fingers, frowned. On the desk in front of him lay a detailed data report, the cover of which prominently displayed "Vision Entertainment Marketing Case Analysis".

"Xiaogang, what do you think about this?"

Wang Zhongjun pushed the stack of papers towards the sofa.

Feng Xiaogang was slumped over, fiddling with walnuts in his hand. He picked up the report, casually flipped through a couple of pages, and let out a cold laugh.

"Isn't this just making a fuss among those poor students? Gu Heng is really something else, always resorting to these underhanded tricks."

Feng Xiaogang threw the report back onto the table, the walnuts cracking as they fell.

Wang Zhongjun took a deep drag on his cigarette. "But this trick works. Twenty-seven million, and it's only been a week. At this rate, breaking fifty million is a sure thing. If we..."

Wang Zhongjun didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Huayi Brothers has really had a tough year.

Wang Jinhua, that iron lady, led a group of pillars including Chen Daoming and Xia Yu to leave for Orange Sky Entertainment, practically emptying half of Huayi Brothers' empire. Now, Huayi Brothers desperately needs fresh blood and a major victory to stabilize morale.

"I just want to ask one question: can we learn from this approach?"

Feng Xiaogang scoffed, sat up straight, and couldn't hide the arrogance on his face.

"Zhongjun, you're confused. What kind of force are we? We're a regular army! And who is Gu Heng? He's just a guerrilla fighter. We have Ge You in our hands, a real star. Do we need to hire someone online to promote us? That's beneath us! It's embarrassing!"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the window to look at the bustling traffic below.

"Ultimately, movies still depend on content and big stars. Those kids on the internet will only cause a stir for a couple of days and then disappear; they won't amount to anything. Besides, just you wait and see, once Chen Kaige's 'The Promise' comes out, this broken rock will be crushed into dust."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhongjun's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

Also.

These days, who can rival Chen Kaige's blockbusters?

But he couldn't suppress the thought in his mind.

He pointed to the still of Huang Xiaoming on the report, seemingly lost in thought: "This Huang Xiaoming is not bad. Gu Heng got to where he is now by leveraging his fame. I think we could make contact with him. Isn't 'The Banquet' still missing a role?"

……

While the industry was in an uproar over "Stone", the instigator, Gu Heng, had already flown away from the center of the storm.

Hengdian World Studios, Zhejiang Province.

The crew of the TV series "Wang Zhaojun" has already set up camp here.

Although the script includes a large number of scenes set on the Inner Mongolian grasslands, the palace scenes and some dialogue scenes still had to be filmed in Hengdian, the dream factory.

The night was deep, and the hotel next to the Qin Palace scenic area was quiet.

After taking a shower, Gu Heng was only wearing a towel and was about to go to sleep.

He's been working hard on the promotion and roadshow for "Stone" these past few days, and now that he's on set, all he wants to do is catch up on some sleep.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Gu Heng frowned and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Those who knock on the door at this hour are either actresses who want to improve, or that troublesome little fox.

He opened the door.

A figure stood outside the door, wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

Yang Mi was wearing a thick down jacket, her face was taut, her eyes were a little dark, and her lips were pale.

"Old Gu..."

His voice was soft and childish, filled with obvious grievance and fear.

Gu Heng sighed and stepped aside. "Come in and talk. What's wrong? Missing home?"

Yang Mi crawled into the room, and as the heating warmed her up, she sniffed, took off her down jacket, revealing a set of pink cotton pajamas underneath.

She plopped down on the edge of the bed: "I can't sleep."

"You slept the whole way on the plane during the day, and then you slept again in the van this afternoon. It would be a miracle if you could fall asleep now," Gu Heng said irritably as he poured her a glass of hot water.

"It's not because of that!"

Yang Mi looked up at Gu Heng, her large eyes filled with anxiety. "Filming starts tomorrow! It's a big female lead role on CCTV! And Director Chen is so strict, what if I mess up my performance? What if I don't pass my first scene? What if people online say I'm just a pretty face?"

A series of "what ifs" burst forth like a machine gun.

She's only nineteen years old after all.

No matter how loud or boisterous they are normally, when it comes to a life-or-death moment like this, they still feel incredibly tense.

Gu Heng found it amusing to look at her flustered state.

"If you messed up, you messed up."

"You're the actor chosen by the investors, the so-called 'evil investor.' Even if you act like a pile of shit, Director Chen Jialin will still hold his nose and praise you."

"Gu Heng! Can't you even talk to someone?!" Yang Mi grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Gu Heng caught the pillow with one hand and placed it behind his back: "Alright, stop scaring yourself. You were doing fine during Teacher Cui's special training, weren't you? I think your Wang Zhaojun is up to the task."

Yang Mi looked at him suspiciously.

"real?"

"It's fake. The main issue is the twelve million investment bank."

"Get out!"

After exchanging a few words, Yang Mi's mood clearly relaxed considerably.

She yawned, her eyelids began to droop, but her body honestly snuggled into Gu Heng's bed.

"Alright, if you're sleepy, go back to sleep. You have to get up early for makeup tomorrow, don't cause trouble for the makeup artist with panda eyes."

Gu Heng stood up, ready to see the guest off.

Unexpectedly, Yang Mi shrank back and slid into the blanket, leaving only her big eyes peeking out.

"I'm not going back."

"Is your house haunted?"

"That room was cold and gloomy, and... and I was scared to be alone."

Yang Mi rolled around on the bed in a spoiled manner, taking over the middle spot. "I'm sleeping here. Anyway, we've slept in the same bed before when we were kids."

Gu Heng's forehead vein throbbed.

When I was a child?

Was she five or six years old?

How old are you now?

Looking at the bulging figure under the covers, although she was wearing conservative cotton pajamas, the girl's well-developed curves were still faintly visible.

"Yang Mi, do you really think I'm a saint?"

Gu Heng walked over and looked down at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Yang Mi shrank her neck, but then mustered up her courage and reached out a hand to grab Gu Heng's finger, gently shaking it.

"Old Gu, please. Just this once. I can only feel at ease with you by my side, otherwise I really won't be able to sleep until dawn."

Her voice softened, carrying a hint of coquettishness, and her peach blossom eyes shimmered with water, as if filled with the starlight of winter.

Damn.

Gu Heng cursed inwardly.

He was ruthless and decisive in the business world and a force to be reckoned with in the stock market, but he was completely helpless when it came to his childhood sweetheart whom he had watched grow up.

"Move it in a bit."

Gu Heng's face darkened.

Yang Mi immediately beamed with joy, obediently rolled to the inside of the bed, and even patted the empty space next to her thoughtfully.

Turn off the lights.

In the darkness, their breathing could be clearly heard.

"Old Gu, is there something wrong with your heart? It's beating like a drum, keeping me awake."

"...If you find it noisy, go back to your own room and sleep."

"No." Yang Mi even pressed her ear to the ground. "You have a pretty good sense of rhythm."

A few seconds passed.

"Old Gu, move over a bit, I want to sleep with my arm around yours, like when we were kids."

"...Yang Mi, do you want to die?"

"Why are you being so fierce, you stingy little thing?"

Perhaps it was because she felt safe with Gu Heng by her side, but within five minutes, Yang Mi's breathing became long and steady, one hand habitually resting on Gu Heng's arm, and one leg pressing down on him without any regard for appearances.

This girl still has such terrible sleeping posture.

just wait.

If I didn't have to film a movie early tomorrow morning, I would have done you to death.