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

The next night, the abandoned street, which was previously deserted and where even the streetlights were considered too wasteful of electricity, was completely paralyzed for the first time ever.

Traffic police officers, temporarily dispatched, were sweating profusely as they directed traffic. The roadside was filled with various taxis, private cars, and even bicycles.

"Don't push, the number for the fried rice restaurant ahead is already over 300."

"Give me a serving of that insanely spicy fried rice. I want to taste just how spicy it is, or maybe it's been drugged? That it could make that guy abandon his first love."

"Boss lady, give me a bowl of clear broth noodles, with a soft-boiled egg. I'm going to eat this bowl of 'Pure Love Noodles' tonight for that good-for-nothing, I won't throw it away!"

The restaurant owners on the entire street went crazy, and Mr. Zhao even personally helped out in the kitchen shirtless.

"Incredible! Director Niu is practically bewitching the minds of ordinary people!"

"Quickly, quickly, transfer 50 yuan to Director Niu's company account. Not a penny less. I, Zhao, am determined to latch onto this powerful figure!"

Meanwhile, the aftermath of this NTR storm also destroyed the normal lives of the three main actors.

Downstairs at the girls' dormitory of the Central Academy of Drama, Tong Yao had just finished getting hot water and was walking back with her head down. She noticed that some people at school were looking at her strangely today, and the teachers were even more puzzled.

Some senior students used to whisper sourly behind her back because she looked like a younger version of Zhang Ziyi, but today their eyes have turned into a complex mix of sympathy and affection.

Even after military training ended, a senior from the directing department rushed over with a flushed face, shoved a carton of milk into her hand, and stammered, "You're a good woman. That scumbag doesn't deserve you. You have to be strong." Then he turned and left.

All that remained was Tong Yao, holding that inexplicable carton of milk, completely bewildered in the wind.

But then she suddenly realized, "I'm famous! I'm a freshman in college, and all I did was play a guy for three minutes with barely any lines, and I'm famous!"

She recalled the night they were filming, in the bread truck, when that vicious man grabbed her chin and cruelly stripped her of her dignity as a nursery rhyme, forcing her to be Zhang Ziyi's body double.

The deeper the humiliation at that time, the stronger the joy of fame and fortune falling on one's head now.

A strange, complex emotion flickered in Tong Yao's eyes. He was right. Without online traffic, my unique qualities are worthless. Nobody wants to inexplicably try to understand your inner world.

This director may be a beast, but he's really talented.

Upstairs, the naive and innocent Tang Yan was hiding in her dormitory, crying her eyes out as she looked at the tens of thousands of replies on the forum that were cursing her.

"Waaaaah, they actually called me a snake-hearted person, said my feet smelled, it's so ridiculous! They even called me a psychopath! How am I ever going to get married?"

"Niu Yuehua, you perverted bastard, I hate you to death."

She didn't notice a student claiming to be a freshman at the Beijing Film Academy supporting her, saying: "Actually, you acted very well, I like you very much."

The few voices of support were drowned out by the wave of criticism.

Just as she was sobbing uncontrollably, her phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly rang.

"Hey, is this Tang Yan? Oh my, you're the hottest bad girl in all of Beijing right now!"

"We have a big-budget urban drama here, and we're looking for a powerful, domineering woman who can yell at people while wearing high heels. We'll offer you 3000 per episode."

"Oh, by the way. A brand of bodycon dresses wants to hire you as a print model, 10,000 a day. When would you be free to sign a contract?"

Ga?

Tang Yan's crying stopped abruptly.

Three thousand per episode, ten thousand per day. She reluctantly bought that short skirt, but it cost 120! The huge contrast completely reshaped this naive and innocent girl's values.

Tang Yan sniffed, wiped away her tears, and deftly pulled out the pair of tight high heels from under the bed. Gritting her teeth, she put them back on. Feeling the excruciating pain in her toes, her once clear and foolish eyes regained their sharpness and fighting spirit.

"Director Niu is my own father, so what if I get scolded? It's because I can make money by being scolded! From today onwards, I am the number one vicious queen in the Chinese entertainment industry."

The most pitiful one was Zhang Yi from the Zhan You Drama Troupe.

He hid in his dormitory and didn't even dare to leave the room.

His bitter face has now been labeled a traitor and a vicious man by the entire internet's "pure love warriors."

When I went out in the morning, an older woman even spat on me.

"It's over. I regret signing that contract. My entire acting career is ruined because of that 50 yuan."

Zhang Yi was desperately clutching his hair. Bang, bang, bang—someone was knocking on the door, and someone was shouting from outside.

"Zhang Yi, someone called you. It sounds like it's from some film crew." Zhang Yi quickly ran out.

"Hello, is this Comrade Zhang Yi? We're from the XXX film crew. We saw your guy on TV."

"My God, the way you ate the chili peppers at the end, that twisted, painful yet perverse smile of pleasure, was absolutely amazing!" The person on the other end of the phone was so excited he was incoherent.

"We happen to have a complex assassin role, and we've been searching for three months without finding an actor who exudes that kind of mentally unstable aura from the inside out."

"Come over here for your audition right now."

The phone fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhang Yi suddenly covered his face, and tears streamed down his face through his fingers.

This marginalized person, who had been playing minor roles for four or five years, finally touched the gears of fate today.

"Director Niu, you are the true benefactor of my acting career!"

……

After the military training ended, Niu Yuehua quietly went to the opposite side of the commercial street alone.

In his vision of observing qi, the entire street was boiling over for him alone.

The fervor and curiosity surging from the commercial street before him, intertwined with the lingering resentment and anger that had been emanating from him earlier at midnight, were all consumed in one gulp.

What innocent and adorable young people! They haven't been through the baptism of the short video era and can't handle these little tricks.

Just then, his phone rang urgently. It was his counselor, whom he had only met once. Niu Yuehua frowned and answered the phone.

"Niu Yuehua, come to Director Tian's office right now. Both Professors Xie are here."

"Director Tian was furious after watching that 'GG' video you filmed on Beijing TV today; he almost had a stroke."

"The school is now going to hold you accountable."

"You indecent thing, you're ruining the reputation of the Beijing Film Academy's directing department."

"You'd better come over here right now and apologize to the professors. Otherwise, the school will consider giving you a serious warning, or even expelling you."

The call was disconnected.

……

The atmosphere in the office of the head of the directing department at Beijing Film Academy was oppressive.

Tian Zhuangzhuang sat behind his desk, silent and expressionless.

He didn't speak because he was waiting to see if the student who had caused such a huge disaster still had any value to be salvaged.

Professor Xie Xiaojing, who was pretending to be very serious next to him, was secretly winking at Niu Yuehua, as if he didn't care about the matter at all.

At his desk, Professor Xie Fei, a fourth-generation director, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face serious and his expression somber.

He looked at Niu Yuehua as he pushed the door open, his gaze as if JW were staring at a corrupt official.

"How dare you show your face here?" Professor Xie Fei stopped and shouted angrily, his finger almost poking Niu Yuehua's face.

"Niu Yuehua, do you think we don't know about all the underhanded things you've been up to outside?"