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

On the red carpet of the Hong Kong Film Awards ceremony.

As soon as Liu Yuehua stepped forward, he bumped into several gossip reporters, the same group of lackeys who had previously followed Boss Pi around mocking him.

"Hey, you mainland guy, you actually dare to come to the Hong Kong Film Awards to freeload?"

The chubby reporter, Ah Yang, sneered, "Boss Pi has spoken, no company in Hong Kong dares to take on your terrible film."

Even if you kneel on the ground and kowtow, it won't do you any good.

Liu Yuehua's eyes turned cold, and he was about to speak when a voice came from behind him.

"He doesn't need to kneel before anyone."

Leslie Cheung walked over, dressed in a pure black suit, with a blank expression.

The gossip reporters were overjoyed and immediately began snapping photos of the real "god," temporarily ignoring the relatively unknown Liu Yuehua.

The older brother ignored them and walked straight to Liu Yuehua's side.

"Yuehua, come with me."

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Leslie Cheung led Liu Yuehua across the red carpet to the VIP lounge backstage.

Inside the door was the true core circle of Hong Kong's entertainment industry, where a group of superstars were chatting together.

When the older brother walked in, everyone greeted him warmly.

"You look much better," Jacky Cheung greeted him with a smile.

Leslie Cheung nodded, and without exchanging pleasantries, pulled Liu Yuehua directly in front of the crowd.

"On April 1st, I was on the top floor of the hotel, sitting on the window, with half of my body already out of the window."

Leslie Cheung spoke slowly, and the VIP room fell silent instantly, the smiles on the faces of the bigwigs freezing.

"If it weren't for this young man from the mainland who pointed his finger at me and yelled at me until I woke up, you might be attending my funeral tonight."

The older brother looked at everyone and said, "He is the greatest benefactor of my life. From now on, in Hong Kong, his affairs are my affairs."

The bigwigs didn't even notice the cigarette ash falling onto their pants. These Hong Kong celebrities, who usually kept their emotions hidden and were worth hundreds of millions, all looked at Liu Yuehua with a different gaze.

Compared to Liu Yifei and Yang Mi, who were not yet famous, these established Hong Kong stars were even more shocked and grateful at this moment.

At this moment, the demonic seed within Liu Yuehua felt an unprecedented surge of immense emotional energy. Pure gratitude, awe, and disbelief flooded into his body like a tsunami.

The demonic seed operated wildly, greedily devouring this enormous energy.

Liu Yuehua clearly felt that the barrier in the middle stage of Qi Refining was immediately broken through, and he was even about to reach perfection.

"Greetings, seniors. I am Liu Yuehua." Liu Yuehua suppressed his joy for the moment and greeted the bigwigs politely.

Just then, his phone vibrated. Liu Yuehua looked down and saw it was the hotel room extension number.

Liu Yuehua's expression changed drastically, a sense of foreboding washing over him. He couldn't care less about continuing to cultivate relationships with these bigwigs or solicit investment; he immediately turned to Zhang Guorong and said, "Brother, I have something urgent to attend to and must return to the hotel immediately."

"What's wrong? Do you need my help?"

"No need, seniors. I'm sorry, I have something urgent to attend to today."

Liu Yuehua rushed out of the backstage area like the wind, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and threw out two hundred-yuan bills.

"The Peninsula Hotel will pay for running a red light."

When Boss Pi's lackey, reporter Ayang, saw this, he immediately drove up and followed.

On the way, Tang Yan stammered on the phone that Liu Shishi had a fever and had fainted and lost consciousness.

When he finally arrived at the room, the scene before him made Liu Yuehua's brain instantly rush with blood.

Liu Shishi lay on the bed, her face flushed, her breathing rapid like a broken bellows.

Tang Yan slumped down beside her, holding a wet towel and wiping away sweat while crying.

"What happened? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Liu Yuehua rushed over and touched Liu Shishi's forehead.

"Shishi won't let me hit you. She said you're going to raise investment tonight, and she doesn't want to distract you." Tang Yan broke down in tears.

"Director Liu, let's go to the hospital right away." Liu Yuehua looked at Liu Shishi, who was already unconscious from the burns on the bed, and felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

Throughout his past and present lives, he has struggled and fought his way up, treating everyone as pawns and cash cows.

He thought he had long since lost his heart, but looking at this silly girl in front of him who was willing to endure a high fever so as not to delay his career, his rationality completely collapsed.

Screw movies. What's the point of making so much money if I can't even protect my own woman?

His consciousness was immersed in the magic book, and after breaking through his realm, the magic book unlocked some more permissions.

Finally, among the newly unlocked spells in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, he found a spell that seemed plausible but actually useful.

"Transferring flowers to trees" means being able to extract everything, both tangible and intangible, and transfer it to anything else.

"Director Liu! Stop spacing out! Let's go!" Tang Yan shouted, shaking Liu Yuehua's arm anxiously.

"Tang Yan, turn around now, cover your ears, close your eyes, and don't turn around no matter what you hear."

Liu Yuehua gently placed his palm on Liu Shishi's burning forehead, his demonic energy surging within him, and the Flower-Transferring Technique was instantly activated.

He could clearly feel a raging virus being forcibly extracted from Liu Shishi's body by the power of magic and condensed in his palm.

Now all we need to do is move this cluster of viruses out.

Liu Yuehua used his Qi Observation Technique to survey the surroundings and found it.

Downstairs at the hotel, there was a dilapidated van, and inside sat Ah Yang, the paparazzi who had mocked him at the entrance of the awards ceremony.

They clearly saw him leave in a hurry and were preparing to follow him to dig up some dirt on him.

You choose not to take the path to heaven, but barge into the gates of hell when there are none.

Liu Yuehua sneered and slapped the paparazzi hard. The deadly virus instantly pierced through the sky and precisely entered the paparazzi's body.

At this moment, Liu Shishi, lying on the bed, let out a long sigh of relief, and her body temperature slowly dropped.

She opened her eyes, looked at Liu Yuehua who was covered in sweat, and smiled weakly.

"Brother Yuehua, I'm not feeling bad anymore."

"Nonsense. If the King of Hell dares to take you, I'll go and wreak havoc in the underworld and tear up the Book of Life and Death." Liu Yuehua casually pinched her haggard little face, then called Tang Yan to turn around and continue taking care of Liu Shishi.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Liu Yuehua opened the door, and there stood Zhang Guorong, carrying several late-night snacks.

"Yuehua, I saw you ran so fast, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, Shishi is just having some traveler's diarrhea, she's already asleep."

Liu Yuehua looked at Zhang Guorong and could feel that the pathological substance of physiological depression in Zhang Guorong's brain was still slowly eroding his nerves.

Physiological ailments cannot be resolved through psychotherapy.

"Brother Rong, come here for a second."

Liu Yuehua stepped forward and pressed his hand down on Zhang Guorong's head. The substitution technique was activated again, and the black physiological lesion that had been oppressing Zhang Guorong for a long time was instantly extracted and thrown into the fat paparazzi downstairs by Liu Yuehua.

Leslie Cheung felt a sudden clarity in his mind, and the suffocating despair he had felt vanished in an instant, leaving his brain feeling lighter than ever before.

Leslie Cheung touched his head in disbelief, his hands trembling with excitement.

"What happened? I've lost that feeling."

"Yuehua, are you some kind of deity?"

"You cured my illness, what do you want? I'll give you a mansion and shares."

Liu Yuehua gently patted Zhang Guorong on the shoulder.

"Brother Rong, don't get excited. Real estate is too slow to cash out, and stocks require stamp duty. Keep this a secret for me."

"I'm a director, you know. Whenever I need you for a movie, you can come and work for free."