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

Everything is difficult at the beginning.

Then the middle part is difficult.

The ending is difficult.

It's so difficult, it's harder than climbing to the heavens.

Tang Yan has been checking the messages in the OO group whenever she has free time these past two days, but apart from seeing the other competitors arguing sarcastically, she hasn't seen a single message from Director Niu.

Why haven't we heard anything? Those two country bumpkins, Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang, don't even know how to use OO, otherwise they would have replied.

She closed the "Loving Family" group chat, opened the private chat window about "Optimus Prime spying on car wash surveillance footage," and sent the message for the 29th time:

[Director Niu, looking forward to your good news~ I've prepared a surprise for you when you come back~ /heart]

Just as I was about to turn off OO and log off as usual, the other party replied.

First, I replied with a "/smile" emoji, then I replied with a string of "hahaha".

Translate this sentence: What does "surprise" mean?

ah? ! ! !

"Director Niu replied to my message!"

……

Backstage at the Berlin Film Festival awards ceremony.

The awards ceremony was still ongoing. Niu Yuehua had just received his award for the short film and was about to return to his seat when Gopel was already waiting for him backstage.

The aloof film critic looked at the trophy in Niu Yuehua's hand with disgust in his eyes, while the translator Xia nervously translated Gopper's accusations beside him.

"You not only manipulated the extras, but you also used despicable logical traps to violate the minds of 5000 innocent viewers. What you hold in your hands is not honor, but a disgrace to European film history. Don't you have the guts to submit your work to judges who truly understand film for a fair trial?"

Niu Yuehua smiled.

"A fair trial? Mr. Gopper, you Europeans always have this ridiculous arrogance, thinking your rules are the truth of the world. I'd like to ask you, did you understand the message I was trying to convey in my film?"

Goppel remained silent. He felt that the short film was just a piece of whining without any real substance, given the class and status that existed, as well as the inherent racial barriers.

"But I, as a Chinese person, believe in a different set of survival rules: what anyone promises you doesn't count; only what you can decide for yourself counts."

"If I just wait for you arrogant old white European men to hand out your so-called fairness, my film won't even pass the audition."

"I changed the questionnaire because I know how hypocritical human nature can be."

"I just helped those 5000 viewers who wanted to appear respectable to achieve the respectability they desired most."

"I did not violate their minds; I merely indulged their vain desires."

"Mr. Gopper, psychological manipulation transcends art and politics. You lost today because your methods were too outdated."

Gopper was shocked by these few words of self-righteous shamelessness, which drastically altered his worldview.

As a white supremacist, his pride in the Western spirit of contract and the purity of art is like used toilet paper in the face of this Asian man's absolute pragmatism.

Goper's lips trembled as he turned and left, unable to speak. Another wave of negative emotions, including a sense of moral collapse and an inability to refute, washed over Niu Yuehua.

……

The same group of reporters with their long lenses and microphones were there to pick him up at the airport as last time.

Domestic media have already hailed Niu Yuehua as the quintessential successor to the Berlin Golden Bear, a title bestowed upon him by the Chinese media.

Niu Yuehua glanced at the reporter who had almost shoved the microphone into his mouth last time and nodded.

"How was it? Was the article written in advance?" The reporter smiled awkwardly, not expecting that he had actually succeeded.

In the distance were the four children, one adult and four babies, who had come to pick them up. Liu Shishi had long since abandoned her reserve and was the first to squeeze into the crowd and rush over.

Mr. Wang was initially excited, planning to throw a celebration banquet for them at Heaven on Earth tonight. But when he saw the girls staring at Niu Yuehua with adoring eyes, he instantly understood.

He put his arm around Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang's shoulders and said, "Brother Yuehua, you young people are having a get-together today. With so many women, it's not very enjoyable for us men to drink. I'll treat you to a table another day."

Wang Baoqiang asked, "Boss, why can't I join in? I'm young too."

Huang Bo was so frightened that he quickly covered Wang Baoqiang's mouth and pulled him towards another car.

Didn't you see those girls' eyes were practically murderous? Why are we getting involved?

But why does Sister Liu look at Director Niu with such a strange gaze?

……

Inside a private room of a private restaurant.

As soon as the dinner party started, Tang Yan blushed when she looked at Niu Yuehua.

She recalled what happened in her dormitory before leaving home earlier that day.

Her roommate Yang Chen, who was passing by, saw her chat history and joked with a laugh, "Oh my god. Tang Yan, your boss is too sassy! Optimus Prime spying on the car wash's security camera, have you even seen his Optimus Prime?"

Tang Yan asked what it meant, and her roommate whispered something in her ear.

Tang Yan was so embarrassed that she felt like she was about to burst into flames, wishing she could disappear into nowhere, but her heart was itching with desire.

She glanced at her competitors around her. None of them were as old as her. These little brats could only watch. Tonight, she would make it a done deal.

Tang Yan picked up her wine glass and used all her charm to toast Niu Yuehua, saying things like "Director Niu, I toast you," "Kubrick reincarnated," and "The pride of the Chinese people." She not only drank herself until her face was flushed, but also tried her best to get Niu Yuehua drunk.

In the corner of the private room, Liu Xiaoli silently watched everything. She saw Tang Yan's collar slightly open and her eyes glazed over, and she saw more and more bottles of wine on the table. A trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

That night sixteen years ago...

She glanced at her daughter, who was still mindlessly gnawing on ribs beside her, and then at Niu Yuehua, who was surrounded by Tang Yan and Liu Shishi, and sighed sadly.

Niu Yuehua had long since keenly sensed Tang Yan's little scheme. His principle was to neither take the initiative nor refuse, nor take responsibility. His childhood sweetheart Liu Shishi was still young after all... "I've been reborn for so many years, can't I enjoy myself a bit?"

Feeling he'd had enough to drink, Niu Yuehua swayed unsteadily, pretending to be drunk, and slumped onto the table, starting to snore.

Tang Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly went over to support his arm.

"Oh dear, Director Niu is drunk. Let me take him away. I can make some hangover soup."

Liu Shishi became anxious and acted like a cub protecting its food.

"No, how can Yuehua go to your place? I'm taking him home."

Just as the two girls were about to have a falling out, Liu Xiaoli stepped forward.

The nightmare from 16 years ago made it impossible for her to ignore the fact that a drunk man and woman were alone together in a room, especially since it involved her biggest future backer.

"Alright, stop arguing." Liu Xiaoli adopted the authority of a head housekeeper.

"Shishi, you should go back to school; the dorms are about to close. Tang Yan, come with me. We'll take Director Niu back to my rented apartment off-campus; there are guest rooms there."

"Sisi, help me up."

Although Tang Yan was unwilling, she had no choice but to compromise under Liu Xiaoli's domineering gaze.

……

Forced to sit in the passenger seat, Tang Yan frequently looked back. In the back seat, Niu Yuehua's head naturally rested on Liu Xiaoli's lap, while Liu Yifei sat obediently on the other side, tenderly massaging Niu Yuehua's sore calves.

Because there was a taxi driver present, no one in the car spoke in order to maintain appearances.

Niu Yuehua closed his eyes and breathed steadily.

But in reality, he was passively inhaling the unique, alluring, and mysterious scent of a mature woman emanating from Liu Xiaoli; he even deliberately rubbed his nose forward a little.

Liu Xiaoli's body tensed instantly, her breathing became rapid, but because of the other people present, she dared not move and could only stand there with a red face.

Niu Yuehua was overjoyed. This trip to Berlin was definitely worthwhile; this was the kind of perk a great director should get.