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

"I think you're trying to negate the grand cinematic achievement created by millions of grassroots actors and crew members by negating me!"

Lu Chuan was so angry that she was trembling all over, and her finger pointing at Niu Yuehua was shaking.

"You're being completely unreasonable! You're just spouting nonsense!"

He is a proud sixth-generation prodigy, usually praised to the skies by the media and surrounded by flattery. He can easily get big-name investors to invest in any film he makes, and he can even bring in Jiang Wen, Ning Jing, and Han Shanping!

When have I ever seen such a shameless, rogue tactic of using political correctness to morally blackmail someone?

Just as Lu Chuan was about to vomit blood from Niu Yuehua's barrage of accusations, Director Liu of the Literature Department at Beijing Film Academy happened to pass by.

When Director Liu saw his outstanding student, the son of his old friend, being scolded by a freshman, he immediately put on airs as a leader.

"Niu Yuehua, what kind of talk is this? You have no respect for your elders."

"Lu Chuan is the pride of our Beijing Film Academy. What right do you have to spout nonsense here with your mediocre short film?"

"If he's not qualified, then am I?" Tian Zhuangzhuang led Xie Xiaojing slowly through the crowd and walked in.

Xie Xiaojing looked at Niu Yuehua and raised an eyebrow.

"Old Liu, let the young people handle their own affairs according to their own rules."

"You're someone who studies screenwriting theory, aren't you overstepping your bounds by interfering in the directors' affairs?"

Director Liu glanced at Tian Zhuangzhuang with displeasure, snorted, and said nothing.

Tian Zhuangzhuang turned to look at Lu Chuan.

"Xiao Lu, now that you're a director, let's talk like directors. Yuehua, what do you think?"

"No problem. We're directors, so let's compare our filmmaking. We'll compare box office revenue and profit return rate. Whoever loses has to issue a public apology in the China Film News." Niu Yuehua nodded.

Lu Chuan was so provoked that her eyes turned red. In addition, she felt that she could not possibly lose to a freshman who could only make short films, so she immediately gritted her teeth and agreed.

"Fine, I'll see what kind of garbage you, this street scoundrel, can produce."

……

Back in the studio, just as Niu Yuehua was about to call a meeting, Wang Baoqiang walked in, nervously rubbing his hands.

"Director Niu, I ran into a director while waiting for work at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio today."

"He said my demeanor is exactly like a coal miner, and he insisted on dragging me into making a coal mining movie. I didn't dare agree, so I came to ask you..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Huang Bo entered with a pained expression.

"Director Niu, my friend Gao Hu sent me a message saying that Director Guan Hu is going to make a film about migrant workers next, and he wants me to go and check it out."

"Director Guan is my benefactor, it's hard to refuse, what do you think..."

Niu Yuehua's heart skipped a beat. Holy crap, the butterfly effect almost wiped out these two's starting village.

"Blind Shaft" won both the Silver Bear and the Golden Horse Award, and "Migrant Workers" is also Huang Bo's classic representative work.

Wait, something's not right.

Logically speaking, "Blind Shaft" should have been submitted to the Berlin Film Festival this year along with me. Is it because they couldn't find a suitable actor?

Forget it, I can't stop them. If I stop them, they'll just be two cheap extras. Let them go fight monsters and level up; after a few years of training, they'll be movie stars worth millions.

Thinking of this, Niu Yuehua slammed his hand on the table, feigning heartache and anger.

"You two heartless bastards, I'm about to start filming, and you're abandoning me at this crucial moment."

The two were so frightened that they apologized repeatedly.

Hearing the commotion, Liu Yifei ran in. When she heard Huang Bo say he was going to stand her up, she glared at him with her beautiful big eyes and rolled them hard.

"Great, Huang Bo. When you weren't filming, I was the one who introduced you to Director Niu."

"Now that you're famous, you're turning your back on us, huh?"

"Okay, I'll tell our classmates right now, so you'll never be able to hold your head up in school."

Niu Yuehua tugged at Liu Yifei's hand. "Alright, Qianqian."

He sighed, his tone becoming exceptionally sincere.

"Forget it, let's part ways amicably. I'm a businessman, but I'm also a director. I can't stand in your way, and I can't ruin your future."

"Sisi, ask your mother to bring over two copies of the contract."

After a while, Liu Xiaoli brought in two contracts.

"Go ahead, but remember, I'm the one who trained you. Once you sign these two contracts, we'll be family. I won't stop you from acting in whatever roles you want."

The two were moved to tears, looking at Niu Yuehua as if he were their second parents. Without hesitation, they signed the contract of servitude and left with profuse thanks.

Niu Yuehua looked at the contract in his hand, struggling to suppress his laughter.

Liu Xiaoli gave him a disdainful look and left with Liu Yifei.

Go ahead, go ahead, go outside and level up. By the time I need you, you'll all be max-level laborers.

……

Niu Yuehua started making phone calls to other people.

He first called Lao Li, whom he knew best, but Lao Li hesitated and stammered.

"Director Niu, it's not that I don't want to take the job, it's just that someone from above has said that anyone who joins your crew can forget about working here anymore. They'll buy out their seniority and get out."

Immediately afterwards, Liu Xiaoli rushed in.

"Director Niu, something bad has happened! The equipment venue I contacted just called to say they're not going to work with us anymore. We haven't even had a chance to sign the contract yet."

Niu Yuehua's face darkened.

He understood that so many coincidences must have been orchestrated by Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan is not only a rising star of the sixth generation, but his father is also a top screenwriter and cultural figure in China.

Even without his father's approval, he could still use his father's influence to issue a ban on Niu Yuehua within the entertainment industry.

Sigh, is all I can do now is go back to the crosstalk circle and cry my heart out to my master?

They had no equipment, no actors, no distribution channels, but plenty of funds.

Lu Chuan, you're fucking cunning!

With the feature film project on the verge of failure, Liu Xiaoli panicked. "Director Niu, what should we do? The door to the film industry is welded shut."

Niu Yuehua began to ponder: where else could he find a way to break the deadlock?

Should we find a newcomer? If it's a student, their skills might not be up to par, and they might be afraid of Lu Chuan's influence in the industry.

The crosstalk circle has a huge following, but there are no reliable photographers.

We must find a force that can rival Lu Chuan and his son.

Are we supposed to bow down and beg Lao Tian and Lao Xie for a better outcome?

No way! I just showed off in front of them, and now I have to bow down and beg them? I can't stand that humiliation.

Should we try to find a solution in Shanghai? They're not afraid of the Beijing elite circle, but they lack connections...

Just when everyone was at a loss, Niu Yuehua's phone rang.

"Hey bro, you're free tonight? I'm throwing you a celebration party at Heaven on Earth, come on over, but don't bring those women."

Upon hearing President Wang's friendly voice, Niu Yuehua suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered a strange incident from before.

"Brother Wang, don't rush to eat, I have something to ask you."

Mr. Wang was a little surprised, but still replied casually.

"What's up, bro? Just ask me anything."

"Last time I was filming the security guards dancing in Mr. Zhao's parking lot, you came with your bodyguards and kicked down the door. I haven't had a chance to ask you about it."

"Which brat was it that so accurately tracked my movements and gave you information?"

Mr. Wang on the other end of the phone was taken aback. "Oh dear, isn't it Director Zhang and Producer Li, the ones you scolded at the dinner party last time? Those two bastards came to me to tell on me and urge me to withdraw my investment."