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

"Director Niu, help me! I'm hiding in the bathroom right now... Oh... I'm at a certain KTV, the one next to our school, sob sob sob."

"The private room number is..."

"Beep beep beep..."

Before I could explain the whole story, the phone went dead.

Niu Yuehua jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on his clothes.

I casually stuffed the camera, which I hadn't had time to return while organizing materials, into my pocket and went downstairs.

He was self-aware enough to know that, whether in his past life or this one, he was a scoundrel who only cared about profit.

But precisely because of this, he has one rule that must never be crossed:

My money tree, even a single hair, can only be squeezed by me!

If any other bastard dares to extend a claw, I'll chop them to pieces.

……

Late at night, there were still a few unlicensed taxi drivers waiting at the school gate to pick up passengers for their trips to hotels.

After glancing at the license plate number, Niu Yuehua turned his gaze to a black motorcycle taxi driver squatting and smoking next to him.

Without saying a word, he pulled out five hundred-yuan bills from his pocket.

"Get to XX KTV next to the Central Academy of Drama in ten minutes, and I'll give you two hundred."

"Here'll be another three hundred. Take off your leather jacket and cover up your license plate."

Master Huang Mao was delighted, but he pretended to be somewhat troubled on his face and was about to speak.

"If you don't get there in ten minutes, I'll smash your junk car and you to pieces right here on this street." Niu Yuehua said, making a fingerprint out of a street lamp in front of the school.

The blond-haired man was startled and immediately threw away his cigarette butt.

"Hold on tight, bro."

The black motorcycle roared away.

Nine minutes later, a wild drift, accompanied by a screeching sound of brakes, brought the car to a stop in front of the Dream Paris KTV.

Niu Yuehua jumped out of the car and rushed straight towards the gate.

The two security guards at the entrance were about to reach out to stop him when Niu Yuehua let out a low growl using his Demonic Voice:

"roll".

The two security guards felt a tightness in their chests, their minds went blank for a moment, and their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.

By the time they came to their senses, Niu Yuehua had already rushed into the hall.

There are at least dozens of private rooms here. If you kick down the doors one by one, by the time you find the person, the baby will have already been born.

Niu Yuehua stood at the crossroads of the corridor and released his Qi Observation Technique.

The magnificent golden walls before me vanished, replaced by a world made of emotions.

Niu Yuehua's eyes quickly swept over the doors, the vibrant green, the sorrowful blue...

"Not here."

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a luxurious private room at the far end of the second floor.

In the field of vision of the Qi Observation Technique, a nauseating, thick, murky pink color, representing lust, overflowed from ahead.

Within that pink hue, there was also a glaring gray-black color, representing despair and death.

"Gotcha, you beast."

Niu Yuehua casually opened a fire extinguisher box from the side of the aisle.

Then, carrying the dry powder fire extinguisher in one hand, he walked towards the end of the corridor.

The VIP 888 room at the far end of the second floor had its solid wood door locked from the inside. There wasn't a sound, only a despairing, deathly silence.

Niu Yuehua stood in front of the door, suddenly swung the dry powder fire extinguisher, channeled his spiritual power into his arms, and smashed it hard against the wooden door lock.

A loud bang.

No matter how sturdy the door lock is, it cannot withstand this blow infused with spiritual power.

With a crisp crack, the lock cylinder shattered.

Immediately afterwards, Niu Yuehua kicked open the wooden door, instantly exposing the scene inside the private room to his view.

The song playing on the big screen is Elva Hsiao's new song "Kiss".

Later, during every sleepless midnight,

Not willing to regret it yet.

But I can't help asking.

The wine bottle was shattered on the floor. A bald old man with a dignified appearance was now panting heavily, his face flushed, pounding on the door with his hand and violently slamming it with his shoulder.

Hearing the door being kicked open, the bald man turned his head sharply in fright.

Seeing the boy carrying a fire extinguisher at the door, he trembled with fear.

Then, with a fierce but weak voice, he shouted:

"Which department are you in? You've got the nerve to meddle in my business!"

"Do you know who I am? Believe me or not...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Niu Yuehua had already made his move.

Villains do indeed die from talking too much.

Niu Yuehua stepped over the broken glass on the ground, swung the dry powder fire extinguisher in his hand, and gently swung it at the old man's head.

"Bang".

With a muffled thud, the dry powder fire extinguisher slammed into the old man's forehead.

"Aww!!"

The old man let out a pig-like scream, and his vision instantly went blank.

A large gash appeared on his forehead, and blood gushed out.

His obese body, slumped like a noodle, lay sprawled on the glass-strewn floor, clutching his head and rolling around on the ground.

"I'm calling the police! I'm firing you! You're finished!"

The old man was in so much pain that snot and tears streamed down his face, yet he still barked and howled in a show of bravado, trying to use his official power to crush this arrogant young man.

"Fire me?"

Niu Yuehua knocked on the toilet door and came out calling out a nursery rhyme.

With blood streaming down her forehead and tears welling in her eyes, Tong Yao threw herself into Niu Yuehua's arms, sobbing as she said:

"Director Huang has gone mad; he tried to rape me."

Niu Yuehua didn't think about what the two of them had argued about. He just pushed Tong Yao onto the sofa, looked at her terrified eyes, and casually threw away the fire extinguisher.

Then he dragged Director Huang to Tong Yao's feet, took out a camera from his pocket, and snapped photos from various angles, capturing high-definition images of Director Huang with his face covered in blood, his clothes disheveled, and Tong Yao in the background.

After taking the photo, Niu Yuehua squatted down and grabbed the old bald man's few remaining hairs.

"You're blind as hell." Niu Yuehua slapped Director Huang's fat face with disdain, his tone arrogant and mocking.

"I'm from the Shanghai Theatre Academy. You've got the guts to come to Shanghai and sue me."

Upon hearing the word "Shanghai," Director Huang's arrogant pupils constricted sharply, and the last bit of confidence in his heart vanished instantly.

This kid is not under his jurisdiction at all; his power in Shanghai is nothing.

"If you don't want to be disgraced and spend the rest of your life picking up soap in jail, then bark like a dog."

"That's an unpleasant way to put it. These photos will be posted on the bulletin board at the Central Academy of Drama tomorrow."

"Big brother, spare me! I'll scream! I'll scream!"

"Woof woof woof!"

Niu Yuehua loosened Director Huang's hair and stood up.

Tong Yao was still trembling on the sofa.

Niu Yuehua pulled her out of this quagmire that was about to collapse, the most desperate and darkest quagmire.

The sheer joy of escaping death and the sense of security from being protected instantly shattered all her psychological defenses.

"Director Niu, sob sob sob."

Tong Yao, wrapped in the blanket, rushed towards Niu Yuehua without hesitation and hugged his waist tightly.

She buried her face in Niu Yuehua's chest, her tears mingling with the blood.

"Thank you, I thought I was going to die today."

"Alright, alright, let's talk downstairs, hurry up."

"If we don't leave now, the constables will be here soon."

Niu Yuehua pushed Tong Yao aside and pulled her downstairs.

To ease the awkwardness and to prove her innocence, Tong Yao said as they walked:

"Director Niu, during the first interview, Director Huang told me privately..."