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

Zhang Guoli took out an envelope and pushed it in front of Feng Chengcheng.

"Chengcheng, there's a check for 20 inside."

"10 is for medical expenses and compensation, and the remaining 10 is for your emotional distress."

Housing prices in Beijing's Third Ring Road area are not too expensive right now; 20 yuan is enough to buy a small apartment on the outright near the Third Ring Road.

"Don't worry, if Zhang Mo dares to lay a finger on you again in the capital, I'll break his legs myself."

That's interesting. It only says it's in the capital, are you playing word games here?

Zhang Mo rolled his eyes as he sat to the side.

"He's just a computer repairman, right? You're offering 20 to save his life."

"Slap!" Zhang Guoli slapped Zhang Mo across the face. "You beast, kneel down and apologize!"

Zhang Mo looked incredulous, as if he couldn't believe his own father would dare to hit him in front of outsiders.

Finally, under Zhang Guoli's murderous gaze, Feng Chengcheng stood up slowly with a gloomy face and gave him a perfunctory cupped-hand salute.

"Sorry, okay?"

Liu Yuehua watched coldly, knowing that none of these apologies were sincere.

Deng Jie didn't, and neither did Zhang Guoli.

All of this was just the growing pains that Zhang Guoli had to endure to protect his reputation and Zhang Mo's future.

"Teacher Zhang, Chengcheng will accept the money," Liu Yuehua said calmly.

Seeing this, Deng Jie assumed that Liu Yuehua had backed down, and put down her teacup with a smile.

"That's more like it. We're all in the same circle, there's no need to hold grudges overnight!"

"Yuehua, as long as you don't cause trouble, we're not narrow-minded people."

"Once this storm passes, Auntie will ask some of her friends to help you free up some screen time."

Liu Yuehua suddenly stood up, holding his wine glass, and walked around the round table to the three people opposite him.

Zhang Guoli and Deng Jie were both stunned, thinking he was about to make a move.

Liu Yuehua put on a friendly smile and toasted Zhang Guoli with a glass of wine.

"Your uncle and aunt are right. We're all in the same circle, and we'll run into each other all the time."

"Let's put this behind us. Maybe if I want to make a film in the future, I'll need your help to support me."

Zhang Guoli and Deng Jie exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with joy, and they stood up with smiles.

"Yuehua, don't worry. Just give us a call in the future, and your aunt and I promise to give you a surprise."

After toasting, Liu Yuehua walked to Zhang Mo's side, patted Zhang Mo's shoulder, and at the moment of contact, the demonic energy in Liu Yuehua's body quietly entered Zhang Mo's body.

At this moment, Liu Yuehua implanted a specific kind of addictive mental inducement, which amplified Zhang Mo's craving for the ecstasy of flour in his mind, as well as the violence that was already hidden in his bones.

As soon as Zhang Mo's mind starts to crave happiness due to emptiness, his rationality will instantly collapse, turning him into a madman driven only by instinct.

……

After the dinner, Liu Yuehua and Feng Chengcheng walked along Chang'an Avenue.

Feng Chengcheng held the check in his hand, his expression complex.

"Yuehua..."

"Take this money, you've suffered. Chengcheng, your Starry Sky Company is about to start. Find a few of your classmates. I need you to do something while I'm in Venice."

"What is it?"

"Work with your classmates to share the reviews, trailers, and overseas distributors of 'Peng Zu' in Venice, and then resell them back to China."

"Since Mr. Ma can provide services to traditional media in China, we will start with the Internet."

The next morning, at the Capital Airport, Liu Yuehua waited in the waiting room for the Liu family mother and daughter who insisted on accompanying him.

Liu Yifei was still wearing the same outfit she wore to the Ocean Park, her eyes filled with anticipation for the film festival.

Liu Xiaoli, on the other hand, appeared mature and charming, with a slender figure.

"Is Director Liu really going to win an award at Venice this time?" Liu Xiaoli asked worriedly.

"Sister Xiaoli, winning the award isn't the goal; the momentum you gain is."

Liu Yuehua sat down next to her, his fingers inadvertently brushing against Liu Xiaoli's warm, smooth hand. Liu Xiaoli blushed slightly, subtly withdrawing her hand and glancing at Liu Yifei.

……

Meanwhile, at the end of the chapter in a certain bar, he felt an unprecedented sense of panic.

He begged and pleaded frantically, even going so far as to find someone he didn't know at all, and managed to buy some flour.

When that familiar feeling washed over him again, he was captivated.

In the illusion, Liu Yuehua and Feng Chengcheng were kneeling in front of him, crying and begging for his forgiveness.

He laughed heartily, unaware that the sound of police officers conducting a routine room check was coming from the hallway outside.

……

Venice at the end of August.

This place brings together the world's top filmmakers and distributors.

For Chinese filmmakers at the time, this place was a sacred temple that could change their destiny.

Liu Yuehua stood on the hotel terrace, enjoying the evening breeze, holding a cup of espresso that Liu Xiaoli had specially brought him in one hand and a phone in the other.

The hotel standing beneath my feet is said to be a filming location for the movie "Death in Venice".

"Yuehua, I have some bad news," Feng Chengcheng reported on the situation in China.

"Mr. Ma is sticking to the story tightly. He knows we've gone abroad and has contacted several commentators with whom we had some prior acquaintances. They've already published articles in film-related media magazines."

"From a professional perspective, 'Peng Zu' is a commercially terrible film that promotes superstition and is illogical."

"He's planning to destroy us through public opinion before we even receive the award."

Liu Yuehua snorted coldly.

"Looks like our CEO Ma is still using the same old tricks. Does he think he can control the entire audience just by controlling a few pens?"

"That idiot! The film's official seal was issued by those leaders who came from academia. Isn't this a slap in their face?"

I should mention it when I pick up Lao Tian and the others tomorrow.

"Chengcheng, you can start preparing to make your move on Tianya Community and Mop."

Mr. Ma, this rigid old-fashioned within the system, has no idea what the power of the vast ocean of the people means. He is still stuck in the old logic of the lofty and superior rules of newspapers.

"Understood. I've already asked my classmates to help find people at various universities, registering thousands of pseudonyms, focusing on a tragic narrative of 'domestic suppression of talented newcomers, Venice finding a gem amidst the vast ocean.'"

"These posts will go viral the moment we appear on the red carpet in Venice."

……

Late at night, the door to Liu Yuehua's room was quietly pushed open. Liu Xiaoli, wearing pajamas and barefoot on the carpet, walked in.

"Yuehua, Qianqian just fell asleep. Her schedule has been too tight these past few days, and she's having some trouble adjusting to the new environment."

Liu Xiaoli walked to Liu Yuehua's side, placed a glass of warm water next to her, and gently brushed her hair against Liu Yuehua's neck.

Liu Yuehua reached out and grasped Liu Xiaoli's slender wrist, pulling her close to him with a slight force.

Liu Yuehua was so close that he could smell the mature scent on Liu Xiaoli's body, along with the moisture from her recent shower.

"Sister Xiaoli, did you come to Venice for Sisi's future, or for your own?"

Liu Xiaoli fell into Liu Yuehua's arms, her body pressed tightly against his.

On this foreign night, the allure of youthful male hormones intertwined with the mature charm of female hormones.

"Is there any difference?" Liu Xiaoli asked, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Sissi is my everything. If you can give her the best resources, I will be your most loyal partner."

"Besides, I already noticed when Tang Yan came back that you two had already slept together, right?"