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

"Impossible, I've seen that jacket on TV before, my memory is perfect."

The little girl excitedly tugged at his clothes, her pretty face full of admiration.

"Director Liu, hello, you're my fan."

"No, I'm your idol..."

Liu Yuehua smiled.

"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean. Let's talk about it slowly."

The little girl's face turned bright red.

"Your film 'Coherence' is so stunning; it completely shattered my perception of Chinese films."

The little girl seemed to have made up her mind.

"Director Liu, I was still hesitating about which subject to study in high school."

"But after watching this movie, I decided that I would study humanities and apply to the Beijing Film Academy. I also want to become an actor who can make movies with this kind of depth."

If it were an ordinary young man, being admired to his face by such a young girl, he would probably be so proud of himself that he would probably ask for her contact information.

However, Liu Yuehua, being a straight man, looked the middle school girl in front of him up and down, and saw the notebook in her hand filled with time relationships.

"You want to be a director?" Liu Yuehua sneered, mercilessly throwing cold water on your ambitions.

"Young lady, with a brain capable of understanding quantum mechanics, why are you going to try your luck in the entertainment industry? Isn't that a waste of your talent?"

The little girl was stunned by this statement.

"This isn't right, is it?"

"Director Liu, shouldn't you support me?"

"And you've produced such wonderful work..."

"Support my ass." Liu Yuehua bluntly tore off the fig leaf of the entertainment industry. "This industry is a bloodthirsty bastard. Without capital or something to back you up, being pretty is the original sin."

"Even if you get in, there's a high chance you'll just be smiling and begging in front of investors, eventually having your reputation squeezed dry and thrown into the trash, only to marry a wealthy businessman outside the industry years later."

"Or you might be acting as a courier for some big shot, or even your nominal marriage partner might not be the biological father of your child."

"Listen to me, don't bother applying to the Beijing Film Academy." Liu Yuehua flipped through the notebook in her hand. "You have a real brain, study science and engineering, computer science, physics, and mathematics."

"But learning those things has nothing to do with movies," the little girl said, sounding a bit aggrieved.

"Who said it doesn't matter?"

"The future film industry will not be about who has the best-looking face, but about rigorous logic, industrialized production lines, and CG special effects."

"In China, anyone can make movies—law students, doctors."

"Not to mention the whole world, Cameron drove a truck, Kubrick and Spielberg never even went to school."

Liu Yuehua started his brainwashing session, patting the little girl on the shoulder.

"Study science subjects well, such as computer science, physics, or mathematics."

"Once you graduate, I'll have the world's largest film and television company. You'll be my special effects consultant, my CTO, and lead a team to write scripts and do CG rendering."

"Although you'll be working overtime every day, going bald, getting sick, and having sallow skin, and being exploited by me, a capitalist, for the rest of your life, you'll get enough money to choose any actors you like to star in your projects with me."

Looking at the stunned girl, Liu Yuehua said, "Alright, stop dreaming about becoming a star. Go back and work on your exam papers. You're my future technical director."

After saying that, Liu Yuehua strode out of the screening room, preparing to take the bus to the pier ahead of time.

The girl who remained in place stared at the notebook in her hand, Liu Yuehua's words echoing in her mind: "I'll exploit you for a lifetime, but I'll let you film the projects you want to film." A kind of fanaticism for science and engineering suddenly awakened in her originally clear and naive eyes.

Studying math and physics seems much more enjoyable than being an actor.

"Oh, right, Director Liu, you still don't know my name." The girl quickly ran out.

……

In a private club in a certain district of Taipei, the host was Wu Zongxian, a powerful figure in Taiwan's variety show industry, accompanied by several bigwigs from distribution companies and TV station executives.

At that time, the Taiwanese film market could be described as a graveyard. Similar to Hong Kong, the vast majority of the market share was occupied by Hollywood blockbusters. Distributors had long since given up and no longer planned to invest in local films. They relied entirely on reselling the copyrights of Hong Kong and foreign films, or making quick money by selling some borderline underground DVDs.

When Wu Zongxian introduced Liu Yuehua to them, the eyes of these bigwigs turned green like those of starving wolves.

"Director Liu is a promising young man," a boss surnamed Lin said, raising his glass to toast him.

"Angkor Wat gave us a heads-up beforehand, it's pretty exciting, but the risks of taking these kinds of candid photos are still too high."

"How about we become friends? 200 million NTD?"

They'll try to be polite first, then resort to force. 200 million NT dollars is equivalent to 50 RMB, so their intentions are clearly not good.

No, I am the one who came here.

To get the young man to sign obediently, Boss Lin clapped his hands, the door to the private room opened, and two tall, beautiful young women walked in.

These two are famous models in Taiwan's modeling industry. One is surnamed Lin and has a signature baby voice. The other is surnamed Wu and is known as a nine-headed beauty.

At this time, they were not yet famous, and it was the stage where they needed to make connections with investors and become well-known.

"Director Liu, nice to meet you. Please take care of me." Ms. Lin, holding a glass of whiskey, walked affectionately to Liu Yuehua's side and leaned against him. Her sweet, childlike voice made the hot-blooded Liu Yuehua's bones melt.

Not to be outdone, Ms. Wu took a long stride and sat on the other side of Liu Yuehua, taking his arm and starting to toast him.

Using honey traps and sugar-coated bullets—these are common tricks employed by local bullies in capitalist societies.

They get you drunk, pamper you, and then trick you into signing a 200 million buyout contract while you're in a daze.

Superficial and vulgar, it must be severely criticized.

Faced with the good fortune of having women on both sides, Liu Yuehua chose to accept the sweetness and then return the favor.

He brazenly looked the two future supermodels up and down.

"Ms. Lin, your voice is a bit too sweet. It's fine for a night out or as a host, but it's easy for the microphone to crack on a film set."

Liu Yuehua then turned to Ms. Wu on the other side and continued his hands-on unboxing and evaluation.

"And this Ms. Wu, with her long legs and perfect proportions, looks stunning on the runway."

"However, movie screens are in 4:3 and 16:9 aspect ratios. In close-up and medium shots, your long legs can't be captured at all. You can only see your torso below the neck, like a half-stake."

Liu Yuehua shook his head, his hands still clenched, looking at Boss Lin and the others opposite him.

"Bosses, isn't this kind of public relations tactic a bit too disrespectful?"

The two proud and arrogant supermodels were rendered speechless by these few purely derogatory remarks. Their faces flushed red and then turned pale. They didn't know whether to stand or leave, and they were too embarrassed to push Liu Yuehua away.

Unexpectedly, in Liu Yuehua's eyes, their beauty and figure, which they were so proud of, were utterly worthless.

The smile on Boss Lin's face vanished, and he slammed his wine glass heavily on the table.

"Director Liu, are you planning to refuse a polite offer and then suffer the consequences?"

"In Taipei, if you don't give us face, do you believe that not a single word of this tape will leak out?"