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

Gu Heng had a dream, a dream so real it was almost unbelievable.

In his dream, he returned to his past life when he was a corporate slave, walking miserably on his way to the subway station, carrying two meat buns in his hand.

Just then, a dump truck that appeared out of nowhere rushed straight toward him.

The car was going so fast it looked like it was rushing to its next life.

Oh no, it's that they're rushing to send Gu Heng to be reincarnated.

"Bang"

A loud bang.

But Gu Heng didn't fly out; he lay on the ground with his right hand caught under the wheel.

Strangely, there was no excruciating pain, but rather a tingling, almost electric-like numbness...

Just when Gu Heng thought he was about to have to start over again, the truck that had hit him suddenly spoke.

"Damn, bro, I'm so sorry! I was too busy with work when I sent you through time travel before, and I forgot to get your visa done. I'm here today to make up for it!"

Gu Heng's head was buzzing at that moment.

What the hell are you doing, issuing paperwork?! Do you think this is for applying for a temporary residence permit?

Gu Heng wanted to jump up and smash the truck twice, but in his haste, he woke himself up.

I opened my eyes to the familiar big bed.

Gu Heng breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, life was still going on.

But my right hand... why is it still numb? And it's the kind of numbness where I can't feel anything!

He turned his head and saw, wow!

Yang Xiaomi, the little fox, was clinging tightly to him, her head resting on his right arm, fast asleep, with a glistening drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"..."

Gu Heng rolled his eyes. No wonder he dreamt his arm was run over by a car. Anyone would have a numb arm like that.

He tried to gently pull his arm away, wanting to move the heavy head. But as soon as he moved, Yang Mi groaned, her brows furrowing slightly, seemingly very unhappy about the disturbance. She even wriggled like a little pig, finding a more comfortable position to continue sleeping.

A few seconds later, she groggily opened her eyes, her gaze still somewhat vacant. She sat up and stared at Gu Heng for several seconds before she seemed to suddenly realize where she was.

"woke up?"

Gu Heng moved his right hand, which was almost necrotic, and the soreness made him lose control of his expression for a moment. "Are you a weight? You're going to break my arm."

Yang Mi rubbed her eyes and looked at Gu Heng's grimacing face. Instead of feeling guilty, she burst out laughing.

"So dramatic!"

She stretched, and her white shirt rode up slightly, revealing a breathtaking figure and long, slender legs that shone brightly in the morning light.

"I am naturally beautiful, it is your good fortune to be able to dominate you, others would not even have the chance to do so."

Gu Heng was a little dizzy from the scene, cursed the vixen in his heart, and then decisively got out of bed.

After washing up, they had a simple breakfast. It was just douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) and jiaoquan (fried dough rings) bought from outside. Although Gu Heng still couldn't get used to the swill-like taste, Yang Mi drank it with relish, and even added pickled vegetable shreds, making it incredibly authentic.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Gu Heng took Yang Mi home.

As soon as Gu Heng arrived at the Yang family's building, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered, I saw Comrade Yang Xiaolin sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper, but her eyes were scanning Gu Heng and Yang Mi like X-rays. Aunt Yang Chunling next to her was smiling, but there was a meaningful look in her smile.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back..." Yang Mi called out guiltily, then quickly darted back to her room, leaving Gu Heng alone in the fire zone out of the way.

Gu Heng: "..."

That brat, she's so good at betraying her teammates?

"Uncle, well, it was too late yesterday, so I just stayed at my place for the night."

Yang Xiaolin put down the newspaper and snorted, "Hmm, I'll make do for the night."

Gu Heng could clearly sense that Comrade Lao Yang's resentment was skyrocketing.

This is outrageous!

That day, while they were drinking, someone mentioned something about "strengthening family ties" and even offered to entrust their daughter to him. But today, upon hearing that their daughter actually spent the night at their son-in-law's house, their face changed faster than a Sichuan opera performance!

Gu Heng mentally complained: Uncle, you're pretty good at using double standards!

"Little Gu, have some tea, have some tea." Yang Chunling broke the silence with a smile. "That's just how your uncle is, he's going through menopause, just ignore him."

Yang Xiaolin glared at his wife, but under the pressure of his position as the head of the family, he dared not speak out.

After finally calming down his father-in-law's sour tone, Gu Heng wiped the cold sweat from his brow and fled from the Yang family as if escaping.

Gu Heng had just escaped back to his company office and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when Su Qing walked in with two other people.

"Boss, director Kang Honglei is here, and this is screenwriter Lan Xiaolong," Su Qing introduced.

Gu Heng's eyes lit up.

These two are a perfect duo!

"Director Kang, Teacher Lan, I've heard so much about you!" Gu Heng greeted them warmly, without any airs of a big boss.

Kang Honglei and Lan Xiaolong were somewhat flattered.

"Mr. Gu, you're too kind. We should thank you for your support of our production." Kang Honglei rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat awkward.

After everyone sat down, Su Qing handed the script to Gu Heng.

In fact, Gu Heng had almost memorized the script in his previous life, but he still had to put on a show.

He pretended to look through it for more than half an hour, nodding as he read and occasionally making "tsk tsk" sounds of admiration.

Kang Honglei and Lan Xiaolong exchanged a glance, both feeling a little uneasy. After all, this was a military drama, and in this era dominated by idol dramas, it was really difficult to attract investment.

Although the August First Film Studio was credited, they were only willing to contribute five million yuan, which was a drop in the bucket for a war film. They couldn't raise the remaining amount no matter how hard they tried.

Gu Heng flipped through the script, thinking to himself: This is a masterpiece! We have to submit it! We'll sell everything we own to submit it!

"The script is good." Gu Heng closed the script and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Just as Kang Honglei was about to explain the profound meaning of the drama, he heard Gu Heng casually ask, "How much more money do we need?"

Kang Honglei was taken aback, then tentatively held up seven fingers: "About... we're still short seven million."

"Okay." Gu Heng didn't even blink. "Yuanjian Entertainment will cover the seven million."

There was a three-second silence in the conference room.

The cigarette in Lan Xiaolong's mouth fell onto his pants, burning him so badly that he jumped up with a cry of pain.

Kang Honglei was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears.

Look at this! What does it mean to have a discerning eye? What does it mean to have a grand vision? This is what a true sugar daddy is all about!

However, Gu Heng's next sentence directly exposed his capitalist nature.

"However..." Gu Heng looked at Kang Honglei with a smile, "I have a few small requests."

"Mr. Gu, please say it! As long as the core of the script isn't changed, everything is negotiable!" Kang Honglei now looked at Gu Heng with a gaze even more affectionate than he would look at his own father.