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

Around 10 a.m., Liu Yuehua slowly pulled up at the entrance of Beijing Railway Station in Feng's ordinary Santana.

Feng Gong sat in the passenger seat, wearing an ordinary coat, not an executive jacket.

Although he lost his powerful deputy position, he seemed much more energetic.

But the subtle signs of aging around his eyes made Liu Yuehua feel a little sad.

"Master, please slow down."

Liu Yuehua got out of the car, walked around to open the door.

"Alright, I'm not so old that I can't walk yet," Feng Gong said with a laugh.

The two looked up at the crowd not far away.

After a while, a middle-aged man with dark skin wearing a hat came into view.

Niu Qun.

This veteran artist, who was once a shining star on stage, has been working in Montreal for several years and exudes a weathered air about him.

"Uncle!" Liu Yuehua waved.

Niu Qun nodded to Liu Yuehua, looked at Feng Gong for a long time, and then hugged each other.

Both of them were in tears.

"It's good that you're back; don't get involved in that stinky dog ​​poop anymore."

"Hey, let's not talk about it anymore, it's all in the past."

The three people got into the car and drove away from the train station.

"There are some things that are simply beyond my control. After these past few years in Montreal, I've come to understand them."

Niu Qun took off his hat, his tone revealing a sense of clarity and tranquility, a return to simplicity after the fading of worldly vanities.

"Dealing with hypocritical people and rigid rules all day has worn me down."

"I just wanted to do something for everyone, but there are always people trying to harm me behind my back."

"Yuehua is right. People like us are rooted in the stage. What the people trust is our faces."

"I've figured it out. I'll just keep this little bit of fame and make some clean money. That's the only way I can do right by those kids."

Feng Gong slapped his thigh and echoed.

"Yeah, now that I've stopped doing that, I feel like my throat is clearing up."

"From now on, I'll just hold the title of art director, and we guys will get back to pursuing some serious artistic goals."

"Let's make something that ordinary people really like to watch."

As Liu Yuehua drove, he listened to the two elders' reflections. He could see that the gray-black cloud above his master and uncle's heads was becoming clear and bright.

"Master, Uncle, now that we're free from official duties, how about we pursue some refined artistic interests and aim for the European Three Gold Awards?"

(Over 600 words were deleted from the previous chapter... I'll add a little more to make up for today's update...)

(Starting tomorrow, updates will be three times a day.)

(Sigh... It's really frustrating that you can step on the nimble blue line just by saying a few words...)

(Oh, by the way, the new script might cast Liu Yifei as the second female lead, which would be a bit of a departure from her usual image (a rebellious girl). I'll see what everyone thinks. If you want to see something different, I'll use her; if not, I'll consider casting someone else...)