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

June arrived in the blink of an eye, and the World Cup, which gets men around the world's adrenaline pumping, began again.

This time it's being held in Germany.

However, for domestic football fans, this was another frustrating summer. Unfortunately, the national team failed to qualify for the World Cup this year. And Gu Heng knew perfectly well that this was just the beginning; things would get worse year after year.

Later on, they even dared to lose to Vietnam and Myanmar, they had no shame at all.

Gu Heng actually wanted to go to Germany to watch a game live, have a couple of beers, and see the blonde, blue-eyed Western women... cough cough, I mean, experience the football atmosphere.

But thinking of Aunt Cui's stern face, I decided against it. Taking time off to go to Germany to watch the game? I'd break my legs in the process.

However, even if I can't go to Germany, there's one place I absolutely must visit: Hong Kong.

Gu Heng's trip to Hong Kong this time was perfectly legitimate, and the reason was quite valid: to prepare for the pre-production and costume fitting for "A Man's True Colors." Of course, this was just for show; the real purpose, of course, was to purchase goods from the Hong Kong Jockey Club.

These days, betting on sports in Hong Kong is still more convenient, as it's legal and compliant.

Before leaving, Yang Xiaomi's lips were so pouty they could hold a soy sauce bottle.

"I want to go to Hong Kong too! I want to go to Disneyland!" Yang Mi clung to Gu Heng's arm and swayed back and forth, blinking her big eyes, trying to get away with being cute.

"Play my ass, I'm going to work." Gu Heng was unyielding. Although he secretly thought it would be fun to bring this clingy kid along, this trip was to make money, and having a burden like this wouldn't be convenient. "You focus on your studies at school, I'll bring you a gift when I come back."

"Hmph! You stingy person!" Yang Mi turned and left angrily, without even giving him a goodbye kiss.

Gu Heng didn't indulge her and simply picked up his bag and left. This girl just needs a good scolding. He'd bring her some gifts when he got back, and she'd be all smiles.

Upon arriving in Hong Kong, Gu Heng discovered that his reputation there had become "bad".

The announcement of the casting list for "Men's True Colors" caused an immediate uproar in Hong Kong media.

The entertainment sections of major newspapers were filled with headlines about this: "Mainland Newcomer Snatches Role as Dragon Prince!", "Chen Musheng Hijacked by Capital?", "Big Brother Loses Face!"

Those paparazzi and media outlets were practically possessed by angry young men; their words reeked of sour grapes. Why? Why is it that a greenhorn from the mainland like you can outshine Young Master Long?

This group even started surrounding Chen Musheng, shoving microphones almost into the director's nostrils: "Director Chen, is there something fishy going on? Is there pressure from mainland funds?"

Although everyone knows that Young Master Long's acting skills are just so-so, he's still "one of us," and he's the crown prince.

Chen Musheng, a tough nut to crack, directly confronted the camera, saying, "I'll use whoever is suitable; that's my principle. As for behind-the-scenes manipulation? If there really were, who should be sitting in this position? Don't you all know the answer?"

Upon hearing this, the media immediately fell silent.

Yes, if we're really talking about behind-the-scenes manipulation, then it was Young Master Long who rose to power, not Gu Heng, this outsider. This result precisely proves that there was no behind-the-scenes manipulation!

At this moment, Gu Heng was strolling around Causeway Bay with Wu Jing.

Looking at the headlines on the newsstand, Wu Jing shook his head with amusement: "These media outlets are really just bored and have nothing better to do than sing and dance around like this."

"Let them shout. It's free publicity, might as well use it." Gu Heng said nonchalantly, slurping his milk tea noisily. "Brother Jing, what did Big Brother say?"

"Hey, what can Big Brother say?" Wu Jing shrugged. "Big Brother is a man of pride too. Later, he asked Director Chen and found out that you beat his son with real skill, so he had nothing to say. That's only because he's Big Brother. If it were someone with a narrow mind, it's questionable whether you could even get the film made."

Indeed, although Brother Cheng's private life is a bit messy, he is still clear-headed when it comes to matters of principle. If he is not as skilled as others, he will go back to practice; he can't afford to lose face by seeking revenge.

"Alright, let's not talk about these upsetting things." Gu Heng threw his empty milk tea cup into the trash can. "Brother Jing, come on, I'll take you to a nice place."

"where?"

"The Jockey Club!"

Wu Jing was taken aback: "You also bet on horse races?"

"What's the point of horse racing? Let's go big and bet on football!"

The two hailed a taxi and headed straight for Peugeot. Gu Heng had come prepared this time, not only bringing his own identification but also requisitioning the identification of Wang Gang, Chen Kai, and others who were with him.

Why? For distribution within the warehouse!

Although the Hong Kong Jockey Club is a legitimate organization, if you spend tens of millions of dollars at once, you'll still get invited for questioning. Plus, you have to report it to the police, making it incredibly troublesome.

Gu Heng only sought wealth, not fame, and he didn't want to be watched by the police.

Once at the counter, Gu Heng moved with remarkable ease. He divided the money into several portions and had Chen Kai and the others buy the items separately.

Gu Heng had the entire script for this World Cup in his mind. Although he wouldn't dare to bet on every single match, his general direction was absolutely correct. Especially the final where Italy would win—that was a must-bet!

Millions of Hong Kong dollars were thrown in, and not even a splash was made. The amount was just right at the warning line—enough to eat one's fill without attracting attention.

That's what stability is all about!

"Want some too?" Gu Heng encouraged Wu Jing, who was standing to the side in a daze. "I'm rooting for Italy this year. Follow my brother and buy a villa by the sea."

Wu Jing patted his pockets, his face showing reluctance. He was truly poor. At this time, he was still struggling in the Hong Kong film industry, his pay wasn't high, and he had to support his family; he had no spare money to play around with.

Moreover, he has always been averse to gambling on sports.

"Forget it, I'm not as rich as you." Wu Jing waved his hand, but finally couldn't resist Gu Heng's enthusiasm, so he took out a few thousand yuan as a token gesture, "Just consider it as having some fun, if I lose, I'll treat you to dinner."

Gu Heng didn't force the issue; it was a matter of belief, whether you believed it or not.

After settling everything, the two of them took a stroll around Hong Kong, bringing back some gifts for their family members as a way of appeasing the irritated fox.

As for the media's relentless bombardment?

Gu Heng ignored him completely, took a few costume photos, practiced action scenes for two days, and then flew directly back to Beijing.

Upon returning to Beijing, Gu Heng was stopped by Yang Mi before he could even enter the company.

"How did it go? How much did you buy?"

As soon as Yang Mi entered the office, she locked the door and rushed to Gu Heng with shining eyes, looking at him as if she were seeing her own father.

Gu Heng plopped down in the boss's chair, put his legs up on the table, and said leisurely, "What's the rush? Make me some tea first."

"Oh, hurry up and tell me!" Although Yang Mi complained, she still obediently made a cup of tea, handed it to Gu Heng, and then sat on the edge of the desk, her long, fair legs swaying in front of Gu Heng.

"A few million, I guess," Gu Heng said casually, taking a sip of tea.

"hiss--"

Yang Mi gasped, and her delicate face instantly flushed red with excitement!

Millions of dollars in principal!

If it multiplies several times...

Yang Mi felt like she was about to faint, her mind filled with images of bills flying around.

"Italy! I knew it was Italy!"

Yang Mi excitedly spun around in the office, then plopped down in front of the computer and began frantically searching for Italy's next opponents.

"Australia? Is that a strong team?"

"Ukraine? Where is that?"

"Germany? Oh dear, the host country... that's a bit risky..."

Watching this girl talking to herself, acting as if she were the one who invested those millions.