Rebirth of an unconventional director in the entertainment industry

"Finally decided to come back?"

"I thought you were so happy you didn't want to leave and were planning to stay in Dongguan forever!"

Huang Yiliang was sharp-tongued but his hands were constantly tossing the wok, and a steaming hot stir-fried pork kidney dish was freshly made.

"What nonsense! You're just talking about being so happy you don't want to leave your homeland. I'm doing this all for the sake of my career."

As Huang Haidong spoke, he tossed a handful of bright red goji berries into his thermos, then sat down on a low stool in the courtyard and took a big, satisfying sip.

Huang Yiliang didn't argue. After taking the stewed oxtail with white radish that was simmering on the stove out of the kitchen, he and Huang Haidong each got a large bowl of rice.

"Hey, the food's good today. Why are you being so nice to your old man all of a sudden? What mischief have you been up to?"

"You got that young girl pregnant?"

"The other parents came knocking on our door, and you want me to handle it?"

While eating, Huang Haidong couldn't resist teasing his son.

It's only 11 a.m. and this brat has already woken me up. Doesn't he know that sleep quality is very important for middle-aged people?

"Don't try to pin your misdeeds on me! Or I'll never find a girlfriend again, and then no one will sweep your grave after you're gone." Huang Yiliang's mouth was equally foul.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! You can't say that!"

Huang Haidong quickly conceded defeat, mainly because he felt it wasn't shameful to lose to his own son. He had the mindset that each generation is stronger than the last, and that the younger generation surpasses the older.

"Hey, this is for you. I've already signed it, so you should sign it too! Then we'll go to the Industry and Commerce Bureau together this afternoon." Huang Yiliang pointed to a stack of documents on the table.

"What is this?" Huang Haidong put down his chopsticks and looked at it.

"Zhiyou.com Internet Technology Co., Ltd."

"You own a company?"

Huang Haidong looked at his son with surprise and delight.

Then, the next second, his face turned dark.

"No, why do you personally own 90% of the shares, while your father only owns 10%?"

"You've turned against the Heavenly Gang, you brat!"

Huang Yiliang calmly continued eating: "Why do you think that is?"

"How would I know? My son and I have always split our finances 50/50. I give you half of my salary!" Huang Haidong said irritably.

"Because you're so healthy and energetic, what if you get some woman pregnant someday? Wouldn't I be at a huge loss?" Huang Yiliang said realistically.

Huang Haidong laughed and scolded, "No way, I'm only thirty-nine years old, and you're already eyeing my inheritance?"

Huang Yiliang shook his head: "Just tell me if what I said makes sense!"

"I can't be bothered arguing with you. Your old man has taken better safety precautions than anyone else!" Huang Haidong muttered as he picked up a pen to sign his name.

Huang Yiliang hurriedly and dutifully served his father food, especially the stewed oxtail that was cooked until tender.

"I'm just taking precautions! Do you think I wouldn't take care of you in your old age?" Huang Yiliang said with a fawning smile.

"That's more like it." Huang Haidong saw his son offering him a way out and took it.

In fact, no man likes wearing condoms; it all depends on whether the woman is willing or not.

Huang Haidong's claim that the safety measures are good is pure empty talk.

"By the way, can you help me recruit someone, Yang Hongfan, female, around thirty years old, currently working in the operations department at Sohu?" Huang Yiliang handed the information he knew to Huang Haidong.

Emerging internet companies like Zhiyou.com actually have a hard time recruiting.

Experienced and skilled professionals look down on them, while they themselves look down on inexperienced newcomers. They also can't afford to train their own talent, so they're in a real dilemma.

Yang Hongfan was Huang Yiliang's superior in later generations, and could also be considered his mentor and benefactor. Yang Hongfan played a significant role in Huang Yiliang's transition from a technical position to a management position.

Huang Yiliang was well aware of his master's abilities; managing a medium-sized internet company was a piece of cake for him.

At that time, there were very few people who understood both the Internet and management.

Huang Yiliang remembers that Yang Hongfan left Sohu's operations department in 07 and then joined a startup as the administrative manager.

"Is it urgent? I need to go back to the station. I won't be free for the next couple of days," Huang Haidong said while looking at the documents.

He saw in Huang Yiliang's salary description that the annual salary was 15 yuan, which was incredibly high.

"It's alright, you finish your own business first." Huang Yiliang then put another piece of stir-fried pork kidney on his father's plate.

He knew things were settled.

Yang Hongfan is great in every way, except that she's obsessed with looks. A handsome older man like Huang Haidong would have a success rate of at least 90%.

"By the way, this is compensation for your share loss." After finishing his meal, Huang Yiliang placed a brown paper bag on the table.

The person who cooks doesn't wash the dishes; that's the rule.

Therefore, Huang Haidong was the only one who could clean up the dishes.

"What? I'm your father, how could I possibly blame you!" Huang Haidong cursed, watching his son's retreating figure.

"BJ, BJ", "In Spring", "Free Like a Dream".

Huang Haidong opened the brown paper bag and found that it contained three rock songs, which he fell in love with at first sight.

As one of the trendiest cynical youths of the 80s and 90s, this guy also used to be involved in rock music when he was young.

"Tsk tsk tsk, my genes are really good. When did this kid secretly inherit my talent? He has five-tenths of my talent." Huang Haidong shook his head narcissistically.

"When I walk down every street here,

My heart seems never to be at peace.

Aside from the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity,

I seemed to hear its heartbeat, as sharp as a candle's rib.

Huang Haidong quickly started singing, clapping his hands to the beat.

The more he sang, the more awesome he felt his son was. Of course, as an awesome father, he himself was even more awesome.

In Spring

"I still remember spring many years ago,"

I hadn't cut my long hair back then.

No credit card and no her.

...

If one day I am old and have no one to rely on

Please leave me in that time.

If one day I quietly leave

Please bury me in this spring.

Huang Haidong shook his head and commented, "Hmm—! This is a bit pretentious! I'm not that affected! But the music is really well written."

After Huang Haidong finished reading "Free as a Dream"

He said he didn't like it, that the first half was too pretentious, that he wasn't a real man, that he was effeminate, and that it wasn't rock and roll at all.

The powerful expression of freedom and dreams in the second half was wasted.

Huang Haidong wanted to revise the lyrics, but he lacked the talent, so he had to give up in disappointment.

"Hey—! Son, did you really write these three songs you gave me?"

"Ah—! No, it was written by Zhou Mengdie. Who is this person? She's so amazing, how come I've never heard of her before?"

"Then buy it quickly! Do you have enough money?"

"Your father actually has a little secret stash of money. It's not that I'm trying to hide it from you, but rather to teach you a second life lesson: a man must have two little secret stashes of money."

"Okay, okay, it's bought now. I really like it. I'm hanging up, I'm busy. I'll find a recording studio. Don't come back for the next few days, stay at school!"

Huang Haidong is very adept at discarding those who have helped him, even if the other party is his own son.