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

"Director Huang threatened me, saying he would... if I didn't agree, he would change my grade."

"I was terrified and couldn't think of any other way, so I told him that I would wait two more years... He said he could fire me anytime..."

"I was naive back then and didn't think about preserving evidence."

"He called me after military training ended yesterday, but I didn't answer."

"They called me again this morning, saying that a film crew was interested in me and wanted to take me to dinner to introduce me to potential opportunities. I actually believed them."

"He asked me to come to the karaoke bar that night, but it turned out to be just the two of us. I panicked a bit and kept calling you, but I couldn't get through."

"He told me after having a few drinks. He saw that guy that night and felt I was starting to resemble his senior, so he couldn't resist anymore and decided to... even though I'm still two years away..."

"Thank you, Director Niu... I thought my life was really over... Waaah..."

Faced with the beautiful girl's dependence after her fear, and the warm and soft embrace of her.

Any other man would have held her tightly at that moment, saying with heartache, "Don't be afraid, it's alright, I'm here."

But Niu Yuehua only frowned slightly, then reached out and, as if tearing off a piece of dog skin plaster, ruthlessly and coldly pushed her away from his arms.

Amidst Tong Yao's bewildered, tear-streaked, and dazed gaze, Niu Yuehua asked expressionlessly:

"Are you done crying? If you're okay, wipe your tears away."

"I ran six red lights in the middle of the night, not for charity, but because my appearance fee is very high."

"Come to the company tomorrow and sign a 20-year contract. Your name, image rights, and commercial activities, for 365 days a year, will all belong to Yixin Media."

"The company takes 90% of your salary and endorsement fees, and you get 10%."

"Dating and marriage require written approval; otherwise, it constitutes a breach of contract. The penalty for breach of contract starts at 1000 million yuan and doubles every year."

Nursery Rhyme was stunned.

The night wind dried the tears on her face. She could hardly believe what she had just heard—a slave contract a hundred times harsher than a formal indenture.

Her voice trembled.

"Director Niu, you came to rescue me in the middle of the night just to force me to sign this contract?"

"Otherwise what? Did you think I came here to be your psychologist?" Niu Yuehua sneered.

He leaned closer to the nursery rhyme, and the devil's whisper struck the deepest recesses of her most vulnerable soul.

"Tongyao, why did you almost get violated by that bald guy in the private room today? Was it just because you're pretty?" "No."

"It's because you're a pretty but poor student with no connections, someone anyone can manipulate."

"What can your boyfriend do to help you? What can his father do to help you?"

"You think you've become a big star just because you have a face like a mini Zhang Ziyi? Let me tell you, in this cutthroat world of fame and fortune, without a big player backing you up, your beauty is your original sin, just a piece of fat meat thrown into a pack of hungry wolves."

"Think about it, what would happen to you if I weren't here?"

"If your deal gets exposed, your boyfriend will look down on you. Given his temper, it's normal for him to beat you up in public."

"You'll never be able to hold your head up in this industry for the rest of your life. They'll all say you're someone who sold yourself for personal gain... It might take 10 or 20 years, until everyone forgets about it, before you can turn things around."

"If you sign my contract, you will no longer be that Central Academy of Drama student who can be bullied by everyone."

"You will be my, Niu Yuehua's, most core private asset at Yixin Media."

"Once you become my cash cow, anyone in this industry who dares to lay a finger on you will have their bones crushed."

"Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he would have to step over my dead body."

Nursery Rhyme was stunned again.

She couldn't understand what was wrong with the man in front of her. He had just saved her from hell and brought her back to heaven, but then kicked her back into a bloody hell, forcing her to face the cruel reality.

How come the words I'm saying now sound both domineering and reassuring?

Faced with hypocritical morality and the harsh reality of the jungle, Niu Yuehua shattered the warm facade of the entertainment industry. He gave her the most unbreakable, domineering, and unreasonable sense of security through the most ruthless exploitation.

Yes, without this man protecting her, what happened today would happen again tomorrow. That useless rich kid at the end of the chapter couldn't protect her at all.

As Tong Yao looked at the cold and ruthless man in front of her, her initial fear and grievance underwent a twisted chemical reaction.

Fear, gratitude, and despair ultimately transformed into a fanatical worship of power and an absolute dependence on it.

A vast, pure, and even dark emotion surged forth.

"I'll sign."

The nursery rhyme's voice no longer trembled, but instead revealed a resilience reborn from the ashes.

From this moment on, the once aloof and timid "white moonlight" of the Central Academy of Drama died, and what survived was Niohuru Tongyao.

"Very good, a wise choice." Niu Yuehua nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's go find Liu Xiaoli tomorrow and sign the contract." He hailed a passing taxi.

"Get in the car, I'll take you back to your dorm."

Tong Yao smiled slightly, "Director Niu, you can't get into the dormitory now."

"Neither the Central Academy of Drama nor the Beijing Film Academy have a rule about letting students into their dormitories at 1 a.m., right?"

……

The next morning, after eating the breakfast prepared by Tong Yao, Niu Yuehua went out alone and took the bus to the Central Academy of Drama.

The first lifelong indentured laborer is ready, but the capitalist's appetite is never satisfied.

Niu Yuehua took out his camera from his pocket, and a dozen clear, high-definition, unedited photos flashed on the LCD screen.

I ran six red lights last night, which was quite a shock. Director Huang hasn't reimbursed me for lost wages and emotional distress yet.

Look at this rehearsal hall of the Central Academy of Drama, it's so big and spacious, and the students there have such good acting skills, and it's all free.

There aren't many film crews starting productions these days, so as an alumnus of the neighboring school, I should carry on the glorious tradition and give them a helping hand.

……

A private room in a teahouse on the back street of the Central Academy of Drama.

Niu Yuehua slumped in his chair, dozing off.

I got home really late last night. After taking a shower, Tongyao said she was scared and insisted on sharing a bed with me.

A young and vigorous body is hard to resist temptation, but the red line was drawn too tightly, so in the end, Tong Yao had to put on Zhang Ziyi's makeup herself, gesticulating wildly and frantically. She fell asleep close to four o'clock…

"Squeak~"

The door to the private room was pushed open, and a figure wearing a baseball cap and large sunglasses slipped in like a thief.

The person took off his sunglasses and hat, revealing a familiar bald head.

However, the bald head is still wrapped in thick white gauze, with faint traces of dark red blood seeping through.

"Director Huang, I hope I didn't make things difficult for you by calling you out at this hour?" Niu Yuehua yawned and lazily took a sip of tea.