Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

The scene abruptly shifts to Tang Yan, dressed in a burgundy bodycon dress, sitting in a fried rice restaurant like a queen who looks down on everyone else. She slams a forced eviction notice onto Zhang Yi's chest: "Trying to stand up for him?"

Then, Tang Yan, looking down at Zhang Yi, brought out a plate of extremely spicy fried rice and whispered in his ear:

"You don't want Shen Wan's shop to close down tomorrow, do you?"

"Eat it, and I'll make sure her shop stays open for one more day."

In front of the screen, Liu Yifei covered her mouth in fright, and Liu Xiaoli covered Liu Yifei's eyes in fright.

On screen, Zhang Yi, in order to protect the pure white moonlight, ate that devilishly spicy food that could burn through his stomach like a dog, tears streaming down his face.

When he returned to the noodle shop, he was faced with the nursery rhyme's question:

"Why do you smell like chili peppers? Aren't you supposed to be unable to eat spicy food?"

He could only lie while sweating profusely.

The camera cuts quickly, and time flies by.

Zhang Yi was trapped in a vicious cycle; his body betrayed him. Under extreme pressure, the stimulation from the spiciness and the decadent pleasure became his only escape.

During the day, Zhang Yi sat in Tong Yao's noodle shop. While she turned away, he secretly dumped his favorite soft-boiled egg into the trash can, feeling nauseous.

In the evening, he acted like a madman having an episode, pushing open the door of the fried rice restaurant and wolfing down the chili fried rice.

One day at noon, Tang Yan arrogantly walked into the clear soup noodle shop and, in front of Tong Yao, slammed Zhang Yi's wallet on the table.

It was left at my shop last night.

The camera flashes again.

That evening, Tong Yao watched through the crack in the door of the fried rice restaurant as Zhang Yi, who used to be unable to eat spicy food, knelt on the ground with a flushed face, desperately grabbing Tang Yan's hand and begging.

"Please, please, add another spoonful of chili." The light in Tong Yao's eyes instantly went out.

Inside the room, Mr. Zhao gasped, his scalp tingling.

On the rain-soaked street, Tong Yao stood at the shop entrance, holding her beef noodles with chili oil, pleading.

"Come back quickly, I've saved up for the rent. I'll make you noodles, and I can add chili too."

Standing in front of the fried rice restaurant across the street, Zhang Yi's eyes had completely lost their former clarity, leaving only the numbness that came with having his desires fulfilled.

He walked through the rain, crossing the street, and didn't take the bowl. Instead, he cruelly picked out his favorite soft-boiled egg and threw it into the muddy rainwater.

"Sister, don't waste your energy, we can't go back. I haven't liked clear soup noodles for a long time." Zhang Yi turned around and walked back to the fried rice restaurant.

Tang Yan poured a glass of warm water and splashed it on his face.

"It's filthy, wash up before you come in."

Zhang Yi did not resist. He obediently lowered his head and followed Tang Yan into the store like a numb dog.

The progress bar finished, and the room fell into a deathly silence, with only the heavy breathing of the people in the background.

"That's it?" General Manager Zhao slapped his thigh, his eyes wide with anger.

"Damn it, I'm dying to breathe! What happened next? What happened to the noodle shop? What did the male lead and that woman do after they went inside?"

Niu Yuehua turned off the screen.

"The noodle shop closed down. Actually, there's a post-credits scene where the male lead is taken to a private room on the second floor by the second female lead, where he becomes the shared plaything of a group of female owners of Sichuan, Hunan, hot pot, and barbecue restaurants with a penchant for strong flavors, and he completely falls into depravity."

"Then why didn't you film it? It would have been so exciting!" Mr. Zhao exclaimed anxiously.

"Mr. Zhao, that's not how the accounts are actually calculated," Niu Yuehua chuckled.

"We only have these three actors in the show right now. Where are we going to find these extras, the landlady, to fill in the background? We don't have enough budget."

"Also, this is called an Easter egg. By the time this 'GG' airs, you've already soaked up all the initial buzz, and the audience won't be able to criticize you anymore."

"I'll film this again and release it as the uncut finale. That's called making two birds with one stone; even harvesting韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting consumers) requires a sustainable approach."

The group looked at Niu Yuehua with only two words in their eyes: pervert.

At this moment, Niu Yuehua appeared to be laughing and joking, but in reality, he was secretly studying the new spells that the magic book had unlocked after the Qi Refining stage.

Perhaps due to insufficient spiritual energy, the magic book contains few offensive skills, only a few support skills.

The art of observing auras allows one to see the color of the emotions above another's head. Red represents greed, gray represents fear, and pink represents infatuation.

The Demonic Voice possesses a subtle hypnotic quality and an emotionally infectious quality. It will be invincible when used to deceive investors or give speeches to groups.

Amplifying desires can amplify certain emotions already present in the other person's heart; it's practically invincible.

As for the gray spells that follow, they are not yet visible or usable due to insufficient mana. Niu Yuehua can only drool over these high-level spells.

"Director Niu is amazing! You're a fucking genius!" President Zhao finally recovered from his shock and disbelief.

As a seasoned veteran who understands the market, he instantly realized that the film would generate explosive popularity after its release. He was so excited that his face lit up, and he put his arm around Niu Yuehua's shoulder and stuffed a check into his pocket.

"Brother, this movie is awesome! It'll definitely revitalize my street. Let's go!" Mr. Zhao waved his hand generously, "Tonight, I'll treat you to a nightclub to relax. I heard a new group of Russian friends recently arrived. Let's learn some foreign languages. Tonight, everything will be on me."

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If he really goes, wouldn't it be like a lamb going to the slaughter for Sisi if she joins the company?

Niu Yuehua didn't rush to reply, but casually tested his newly unlocked Qi Observation technique.

A murky red desire floated above General Zhao's head, while Liu Xiaoli's head in the corner emanated a gray-black aura representing frustration and disappointment.

Mr. Niu gently pushed away Mr. Zhao's arm that was around him and gave a polite and courteous smile.

"I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Zhao, but I'm not really interested in those kinds of places."

Mr. Zhao was taken aback.

"That's the best gaming room in all of Beijing. You're a man, I'll show you."

"Mr. Zhao, I'm a bit of a germaphobe, and I don't really like the idea of ​​having my lips touched by many people."

After saying that, he waved to President Zhao, turned around and left.

"Mr. Zhao, please go and have some fun. I have to go to the TV station tomorrow to discuss filming, so I won't keep you company."

Liu Xiaoli hurriedly pulled Liu Yifei along and followed, her understanding completely overturned.

She originally thought of Niu Yuehua as a greedy, lustful, and somewhat vulgar man with connections.

But just now, the rationality and arrogance emanating from Niu Yuehua deeply shook her soul.

He wasn't a thug or a hoodlum; he was a genuine person who knew how to respect women.

Just as Niu Yuehua reached the bottom of the stairs, his cell phone rang. He saw it was his mentor, Feng Gong.

As soon as the call connected, I heard the master's furious roar.

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"Niu Yuehua, you little brat!"

"What kind of tape did you send out?"

"Their boss even called me! Both our families have lost face!"

"Indecent and immoral! What kind of behavior is this!"