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

As soon as Niu Yuehua came out of the directing department's exam room, he felt an emotion ten times stronger than the one inside the exam room surge towards him.

The emotion was a mixture of shock, relief, and regret, and the demonic seed circulated within him even faster.

It felt so good, like my first day of internship in a past life. I'd spent the whole morning carrying bricks, and then had a bottle of iced tea for lunch.

Guided by the demonic seed, that surging emotional energy coursed through the meridians of his entire body.

Incidentally, she also gathered together all the bits and pieces of energy she had amassed by following Uncle Gong over the past few years.

Body Refinement Stage Perfection, achieved!

Now, even if he were to run ten laps around the Second Ring Road in one go, he wouldn't be out of breath.

The doors to the performing arts department have also opened.

With a radiant face, Teacher Cui came out during the break and immediately spotted Niu Yuehua, whom she recognized.

She smiled and patted Niu Yuehua on the shoulder.

"Finished the noodles? Did Lao Tian make things difficult for you?" Teacher Cui's voice was warm and welcoming, like that of an elder.

"Please give my regards to Lao Gong when you get back. I'll be bringing a few of my old friends to your theater in a few days. Please make sure to reserve some good front-row seats for us."

Niu Yuehua immediately put on a smiling face befitting a junior and said amiably:

"Don't worry, Aunt Cui, I will definitely pass on the message."

This interaction between the elderly woman and the young girl was observed by Liu Xiaoli, who was comforting Liu Yifei at the door.

Liu Xiaoli's mind went blank for a moment.

As Niu Yuehua led Liu Shishi downstairs, he didn't even glance in her direction.

Liu Xiaoli panicked completely.

She hurriedly put on her high heels and took a few steps forward, losing her composure:

"Excuse me, student, please wait a moment."

Niu Yuehua, who was walking downstairs, didn't stop. He heard it, but he didn't turn around.

His past experience told him that in this kind of situation, he had to let it cool down and deal with it calmly.

"Let's go, Shishi." Niu Yuehua tucked his hands into his pockets.

"I'm hungry, I'll take you out to eat today."

Liu Xiaoli was left standing upstairs, watching that dashing figure disappear into the distance, filled with regret.

……

Stepping out of the teaching building, the cold spring wind pierced straight down her neck. Liu Shishi shivered, shrinking her neck like a little quail with her hands tucked inside.

Niu Yuehua stopped, took off his jacket, and draped it over the little girl to shield her from the wind.

"Brother Yuehua, I'm fine. Aren't you cold?" Liu Shishi peeked out from her collar and whispered her apologies.

"You should wear it, lest you catch a cold. Otherwise, Master will skin me alive!"

Having just completed the Body Refinement stage, my body is very resistant to the cold; the cold wind feels like air conditioning on my skin.

This scene was witnessed by Liu Xiaoli, who had just chased after him to the entrance of the lobby on the first floor.

She watched as the boy ignored her, showing all his tenderness to the little girl beside him.

This stark difference in treatment shattered her pitiful self-esteem and sense of security.

In early 2002, she returned from the United States with a halo of prestige and was used to being fawned over by those around her. Only now does she realize that what she was so proud of was nothing in the eyes of others.

Liu Xiaoli gritted her teeth, trying to figure out how to swallow her pride and strike up a conversation...

drip~

Two car horns sounded outside the school gate, and an ordinary-looking Santana stopped at the entrance.

There's a red "XX Pass" sticker on the lower right corner of the windshield. You can't buy this with money; it's a symbol of status and prestige.

The car window rolled down, revealing a face familiar to ordinary Chinese people over the past decade.

This face smiled and cursed at Niu Yuehua.

"You little brat, I have to pick you up for your preliminary exam. Shishi, get in the car quickly, don't get cold."

Liu Xiaoli was shocked again.

She saw it clearly and initially thought it was some small business owner driving a regular Santana.

Unexpectedly, it was Feng Gong, who holds a very high position in both the system and the performing arts world, and is a familiar face on the Spring Festival Gala for more than ten years.

In the Beijing elite circle, where seniority and connections are paramount, she actually treated this young master like a hooligan and even slapped him in the face.

As soon as Niu Yuehua opened the passenger door, he felt another surge of immense emotion and regret wash over him. The demonic seed, carrying this energy, spun around twice, showing no sign of being full.

He turned around, glanced at Liu Xiaoli who was watching him at the door, and nodded slightly.

……

As Feng Gong drove, he asked:

"Teacher Cui just called me and said that you told Tian Zhuangzhuang in the exam that making movies is like running a restaurant. You're so arrogant!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Shishi, who was sitting in the back row, tugged at Niu Yuehua's sleeve in fright.

Niu Yuehua smiled.

"Master, is Teacher Cui bringing you good news or complaining?"

"Stop trying to fool me. Your uncle and I are losing our skills. You're betraying our master and ancestors."

"Don't you know how crosstalk has developed in recent years? Uncle Benshan's sketches are much funnier than crosstalk."

"But movies are a different story. I sit behind the monitor; I'm the cook who sets the rules."

"The actors are the ingredients, the script is the pot, and I can cook them however I want."

"Besides, Master, wasn't your line 'I missed you all so much' also a precise expression of emotional value? I just used your skills in a different venue."

Liu Shishi in the back row couldn't understand what Niu Yuehua was saying, but she felt that Yuehua in the front seat had a magical, spirited charm.

She wanted to reach out her hand, but after glancing at Feng Gong, she withdrew it.

Holding Yuehua's hand made me feel at ease.

Feng Gong gripped the steering wheel without saying a word, and finally let out a long sigh.

The green light came on, and the car drove forward.

……

Wangfujing.

Feng Gong hosted a meal for Liu Shishi's parents.

The Liu family is a family of Pingtan performers, specializing in Pingtan in the south and crosstalk in the north. The two families' fathers had a long-standing relationship, and Niu Yuehua, who had been reborn, had already reserved Liu Shishi as his sweetheart.

Niu Yuehua was impeccable at tonight's drinking party.

He arranged everything perfectly, from pouring tea and offering wine to responding to conversations, including the placement of the fish head and the positions of everyone.

After a few drinks, Liu's parents' gaze towards him changed from that of a junior to that of a son-in-law.

"Yuehua, Shishi has to practice her martial arts tomorrow morning, so we'll head back now. Bring your parents over sometime." Mr. Liu, smelling slightly of alcohol, patted Niu Yuehua on the shoulder.

"Uncle, please drive carefully, the road is slippery. Shishi, remember to drink a cup of hot milk when you get back to help you relax," Niu Yuehua said as he opened the taxi door.

After seeing the three off, Feng Gong led Niu Yuehua toward the parking space.

"You little rascal, your alcohol tolerance has improved. Let's go home."

Niu Yuehua was startled. Although there were no new regulations on drunk driving, he didn't want to die young again after being reborn.

He quickly called Feng Chengcheng and asked him to take a taxi to pick up his father.

As soon as Niu Yuehua hung up the phone, the demonic seed that had been calmly circulating within his body suddenly began to boil.

"Master, let me help you back to sit and rest for a while. I need to use the restroom."

Feng Gong hummed and groaned for a while, then waved his hand.

Niu Yuehua looked in the direction indicated by the demon seed and saw a closed magazine photography studio next to the street.

There was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl standing on the street eating bread.

When the girl inadvertently raised her head, Niu Yuehua saw her eyes clearly.

She has a pair of very bright and intelligent fox eyes, unlike the naive and aloof girls of her age.

Those eyes seemed to burn with a fire, a thirst for fame and fortune, and a ruthless drive to climb to the top.

I've encountered another top-tier furnace.

This is a money-printing machine that doesn't need motivational speeches or pep talks; as long as it's on camera, it will run like crazy 24/7.

If we don't give this kind of person, who is willing to exploit themselves to the fullest, a platform to shine would be a complete waste.