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

Tang Yan and Liu Shishi pulled at each other again, one being fiercely protective and the other sensible and obedient. They subtly competed across Niu Yuehua's chest.

Liu Xiaoli secretly curled a disdainful sneer, reached out and gently patted Liu Yifei's head, and began to tap her head in a voice just loud enough for the whole private room to hear.

"Sissi, look at this movie. These women will use any means necessary to compete with each other. They're so vulgar." Liu Xiaoli changed the subject. "You have to remember this: keep your innocence and purity. We won't get involved in that messy, jealous fighting. Just listen to Director Niu, and you'll get what you deserve. Understand?"

Goodness, this veiled attack directly insulted both Tang Yan and Liu Shishi, while subtly praising Liu Yifei and belittling her, thus increasing Liu Yifei's value in Boss Niu's eyes.

Niu Yuehua was secretly pleased, but he remained outwardly calm.

I don't see anything wrong with it; at least it's quite lively. Team building is great, we should do it again in the future. It's not just a little good, not just moderately good, it's absolutely fantastic.

The more fiercely they bicker and the more jealous they get, the faster my cultivation level increases. It's practically the most cost-effective cultivation method in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Just as Niu Yuehua was immersed in the ecstasy of getting something for free and greedily exploiting the girls' emotional value, the screen of his phone, which he had casually tossed aside in a corner, lit up.

The caller ID showed Tong Yao, but because I had muted my phone before watching the movie, I didn't notice the call at all.

It wasn't until several tens of minutes later, when the movie ended and he was about to leave, that Niu Yuehua noticed the missed calls on his phone screen.

He dialed back immediately, but the message said, "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off."

"What's this girl doing? Is her phone dead?" Niu Yuehua muttered.

Tang Yan and Liu Shishi reluctantly withdrew their small hands.

Following the usual script development pattern, at this point, Niu Yuehua should have lamented the fleeting nature of youth and cherished the present, before arranging the wonderful life for the second half of the night.

"Alright, the movie is over, and we've had Hubei cuisine. This marks the successful conclusion of Yixin Media's first team building activity."

"Huh?" x4

Looking at the girls still lost in their rosy dreams, Niu Yuehua's expression suddenly turned serious, and he spoke coldly:

"Next, let's arrange the work plan for next week."

"Liu Xiaoli, please take note of the following instructions."

"You played your trick today brilliantly. I'm very satisfied with the private room and the dishes at the banquet."

"You're a smart person, and you have the skills and experience."

"Since you enjoy overseeing everything and acting as a behind-the-scenes manipulator so much, let's skip the formalities."

Liu Xiaoli's heart skipped a beat.

She had originally intended to subtly remind Niu Yuehua to call her "Auntie," but suddenly she realized that Niu Yuehua had seen right through her little scheme.

Niu Yuehua offered a realistic bargaining chip.

"Both Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wang have invested, but Yixin Media is still an empty shell, without even a receptionist."

"Starting tomorrow, you won't be Sisi's babysitter anymore. She's grown up now and needs to live independently. I'll take good care of her at school."

"You'll be the head manager of the studio. I've already decided."

"Finance and logistics, administration and front desk, and arranging voice, acting and performance training for them are all under your management."

Niu Yuehua looked at Liu Xiaoli, his tone carrying a sense of intimidation.

"I'll plan the company's development, and you'll handle all the logistics. As long as you do a good job as the head housekeeper, I'll arrange Sisi's resources."

"But if I find out again that you're focusing your efforts on instigating infighting among a few young girls..."

Niu Yuehua gave Liu Xiaoli a meaningful look.

Carrots and sticks.

Liu Xiaoli was first embarrassed by being exposed, then overjoyed at gaining real power, and finally showed awe in the face of Niu Yuehua's reprimands.

She quickly stood up, her attitude serious: "Director Niu, don't worry, I know what's important."

"I will take good care of the company's back-end operations and make sure these trivial matters don't interfere with your creative work."

"Okay, next, Tang Yan."

"Don't think that just because you've taken on a few freelance modeling jobs, you can get all high and mighty."

"You don't even have a job offer from another production company; you're just a nouveau riche at best."

"By tomorrow night, handwrite a 3,000-word analytical paper titled 'On Fan Binbin's Camera Presence and Killer Eyes' for me. If it's not insightful, you won't get any roles in future films."

Tang Yan's smile froze, as if she had just swallowed a fly.

Liu Shishi smiled secretly, and was immediately glared at by Niu Yuehua.

"Shishi, don't laugh! You think you can escape?"

"You're still a student at the Beijing Dance Academy. Don't just think about running around peeling oranges and washing clothes for me all day long. These will be Liu Xiaoli's chores from now on."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli exclaimed, "Huh? Me?" with a completely blank expression.

Liu Yifei remained outwardly calm, but secretly gave herself a thumbs up.

"Actually, I'm a little disappointed in you because I had the highest expectations for you initially."

"I hope that you can put your mind to it during your studies, improve yourself quickly, and stand up in front of the camera."

"Shishi, when we're filming, it's not enough to just recite the lines correctly and move the blocks correctly."

"You need to have a systematic understanding of the character. Where is your presence felt? Does your gaze convey emotion? Do you demonstrate your core competencies?"

"What differentiates your approach from other actors? Have you developed your own unique creative method? Why did I choose you and not someone else? Wouldn't someone else have been able to capture this essence?"

"Is it just because we grew up together?"

"You need to have your own thoughts and judgments involved; you can't just do whatever you want. I don't want you to be a rigid, unchanging block of wood; you need to have something layered and surprising in your approach."

"I hope you can take some time to reflect. When we ask you to act in a film next time, I hope to hear your understanding, not just your coquettish way of calling me 'Brother Yuehua'."

Liu Shishi had been secretly pleased watching Tang Yan get scolded, but now her face fell, and she looked so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

"Alright, meeting adjourned." Niu Yuehua waved his hand decisively, preparing to leave.

"Yuehua... Director Niu. How are you getting back to school so late?" Liu Shishi asked anxiously.

"Yes, Professor Niu, I'll drive you." Tang Yan also realized what was going on, suppressing her resentment about writing her thesis, and decided to seize one last chance to make a good impression.

"Why would I give you a gift? There's still the night bus tonight. If I ride in your car, I'll owe you a favor."

"Xiaoli, could you see them off? Be careful and text me when you get there."

"Oh," Liu Xiaoli replied expressionlessly.

……

Back in his dormitory, Niu Yuehua took a cold shower and was about to go to sleep.

The phone rang; it was a text message from Liu Shishi. It was a complete quote from a movie she had just watched.

From this moment on... there will only be me in your heart.

"Okay, you've memorized this line very well, with great emotion and tension, and no grammatical errors. Keep it up. Go to bed early, staying up late will cause acne. Goodnight."

At that moment, Liu Shishi covered her face in pain and let out a painful cry from under the covers.

"Niu Yuehua! I hate you!"

Niu Yuehua had barely lain down when his phone suddenly vibrated. He frowned and answered impatiently:

"Who's bothering me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

All that came from the other end of the phone was suppressed, desperate, heavy breathing, and a man's lewd cursing.

"Tong Yao, you little bitch, you dare to hide! What are you pretending to be innocent for! I'm going to fuck you today!"