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

October, Gunma Prefecture, Mount Akina.

Huanya is fully funded this time, and they're incredibly generous with their spending.

Just the initial setup of renting the venue, hiring directors and stunt teams, generates millions of yen in revenue every day.

Therefore, in the eyes of this group of glamorous Hong Kong-funded crew, the mainland actors that Liu Yuehua shoved into the crew were like beggars on their knees.

Especially Wang Baoqiang, who plays Mr. Mu, this young man is wearing an old jacket and camouflage shoes.

When he got out of the car, he was still clutching the half-eaten multigrain steamed bun.

"Mr. Takahashi, could you please give our actor some pointers on his driving skills? He's a talent handpicked by Director Liu, so please put in a lot of effort."

The production manager, arranged by Huanya, spoke broken Japanese and smiled obsequiously at a young Japanese man next to him, dressed in a racing suit and sporting dyed yellow hair.

When the director turned to look at Wang Baoqiang, he curled his lips and his face was full of schadenfreude.

The blond-haired young man is named Takahashi, and he is the captain of an amateur stunt team in Gunma.

The production team plans to pay them 200 million yen per day to serve as drift consultants.

Takahashi sized up Wang Baoqiang, looked at his muddy shoes, and let out an undisguised sneer. He then spoke a few words loudly in Japanese, which immediately caused the surrounding drivers to burst into laughter.

The accompanying temporary translator, Xiao Li, changed his expression and whispered in Wang Baoqiang's ear:

"Brother Qiang, he said that the film crew from the mainland doesn't understand racing at all and is only fit to follow behind them and eat their asses. He's asking you to get in the car so he can show you what the art of internal combustion engines is."

Wang Baoqiang nodded innocently, unaware of the malice in the words. He just thought it was cool and impressive to be able to sit in that colorful modified supercar, so he happily opened the passenger door.

A few minutes later, the screeching sound of tires scraping against the pavement echoed on the road of Mount Akina.

Takahashi talks a good game, but in reality, it's all about showing off his skills and bullying.

This heavily modified GTR reached a speed of 140 km/h on a narrow mountain road.

On every curve, Gaoqiao deliberately delayed braking, the front of the car almost scraping the guardrail at the edge of the cliff as it swung over, with the rear wheels even halfway off the ground.

"Ah! My God! Help!" In the passenger seat, Wang Baoqiang experienced for the first time a scene that felt like his internal organs were about to be thrown out of his throat.

His martial arts training since childhood was completely useless inside this metal box. He was completely restrained by the seat belt, his hands desperately gripping the door handle, and his screams almost drowned out the roar of the engine.

When the GTR came to a sudden stop in the open space, the passenger door was almost slammed open.

Wang Baoqiang scrambled off the car, grabbed the edge of the roadside ditch with both hands, and vomited violently, his face covered in tears and snot, his whole body trembling, and even the crotch area of ​​his pants turned darker.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Gaoqiao got out of the car and leaned against the door, mocking Wang Baoqiang without restraint.

The production manager pretended to hand over a tissue and whispered to his colleague next to him in Cantonese.

"Mainlanders are just like that, bringing shame to the country."

Wang Baoqiang vomited and cried bitterly, feeling that he had completely disgraced Director Liu.

Director Liu picked him up from the gate of the Beijing Film Studio, took him to Berlin to win the Golden Bear Award, and then, ungrateful for the favor, went down into the coal mine.

Having reached this point, Director Liu was still willing to bring him abroad to film a multi-million dollar production, to play the second male lead, but he was so scared in front of these Japanese people that he wet his pants.

"Have you thrown up enough?"

Just as Wang Baoqiang was crying his heart out, Liu Yuehua wandered over unnoticed, his face aching.

"You spendthrift! Do you know that the Japanese lunch boxes we got for lunch today cost 2000 yen per person? I didn't even add a braised egg, and you turned around and threw it all up in the gutter. Is that what you paid for the meal? That's my gas money for tomorrow."

Upon hearing that it was 2000 yuan, Wang Baoqiang thought it was RMB and was so frightened that he stopped crying and stammered:

"Director Liu, I'm a failure. I've embarrassed you. This money will be deducted from my salary."

"Nonsense, of course it'll be deducted from your paycheck. Get up and change your pants."

After Wang Baoqiang ran away, Liu Yuehua turned around to look at Takahashi, who had a provocative expression, and the sarcastic production manager.

When Takahashi saw the person in question arrive, he started shouting loudly through the translator.

"Director Liu, your actors are of very poor quality. They can't even withstand basic gravitational acceleration, which seriously increases the difficulty of our work. I demand an immediate increase of 50% in the special danger allowance, otherwise we can't do this job."

The production manager was also egging them on.

"Director Liu, the Gaoqiao car team is the best in the area. If you don't agree, we won't be able to film the scenes on the mountain. How about you allocate some funds from the mainland's publicity department?"

"Adding money is no problem," Liu Yuehua said with a kind smile.

"Takahashi, you're living a pretty good life, aren't you?"

When translator Xiao Li heard the first two words, he almost burst out laughing. His face turned bright red as he translated "Takahashi-san".

"I'm a man who values ​​rules the most. As long as you have the skills, money is not a problem," Liu Yuehua said sincerely.

"Let's sign a special vehicle wear and tear and betting supplementary agreement, and then have a race down the mountain road."

"You win. Your daily allowance will double, and I'll personally give you an extra 100 million yuan bonus."

Takahashi's eyes lit up, and he was about to agree when Liu Yuehua added:

"But if you lose, you don't get the allowance."

"You're giving me this GTR right now, and that modified car next to it. You want to bet?"

Takahashi was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then burst into a wild laugh.

Takahashi, who had never been afraid of anyone on Mount Akina, agreed without hesitation.

"Director Liu, what makes you think you can compare to him? Who in our crew can drive?"

The production manager seemed anxious, but in reality, he was waiting to see the show fail. He even instructed his assistant to quickly print out two copies of the performance-based agreement.

"Who said I was going to drive it myself? These feet are for walking on red carpets, not for pressing clutches."

He glanced at his watch; it was almost time. If he didn't win the car back by tomorrow, he'd change his name.

……

Half an hour later, in Gunma Prefecture.

Tang Yan drove Liu Yuehua back to his hotel in Gunma Prefecture.

He stood at the door, looking around, and finally settled on a young man sitting on a bench.

Liu Yuehua walked over and kicked the young man's shoe without any hesitation.

"What are you writing about? A great writer?"

The young man raised his head, revealing a defiant face; he was none other than Han Han, whom Liu Yuehua had tricked from China before leaving the country.

Han Han closed his notebook and complained, "Director Liu, you called me all the way to Japan and said you could give me a good time on Mount Akina, but you didn't even provide a luxury car to pick me up. I had to pay for my own bus ride here."

Liu Yuehua snatched his notebook and helped him pick up his bag.

"What are luxury cars? I've prepared two of the most advanced modified sports cars in all of Japan for you today. As long as you help me take down this arrogant little devil, I'll not only help you publish a book, but I'll even fund your movie if you want to."

"Let's film what you're best at: racing. I've even thought of a name for you: 'Pegasus.' It'll definitely make you more famous in the film industry than writing a book."

"Okay, let's go."

"Aren't you going to ask who you're comparing yourself to?"

Han Han didn't even turn his head, just gave a disdainful smile.

"I never ask who my opponent is; I only ask where my opponent is."