Rebirth of an unconventional director in the entertainment industry

Huang Yiliang's phone rang twice during class, and Lao Cao asked him to turn it off.

After class, he turned his phone back on, and there were already more than a dozen missed calls.

"Liangzi, are you free this afternoon? Let's play basketball!" a classmate invited.

"No way! You guys keep playing! I'm already at the bottom, I need to go back to the dorm and brush up on my basics." Huang Yiliang casually made up an excuse.

The students in the directing class all knew that Huang Yiliang had the worst grades, but their class advisor, Lao Cao, thought that Huang Yiliang had the highest comprehension and might really become the most outstanding director in the future of the Communication University of China.

Just as Huang Yiliang was about to dial the missed call, his phone rang again.

It was Ning Hao calling.

"Hey—! Get straight to the point, don't beat around the bush, don't ask me how I am, I'm fine, thank you!" Huang Yiliang said quickly and impatiently.

Ning Hao is clearly a rough man, but he likes to pretend to be cultured. He'll tell you something simple, but he'll make you go through all sorts of roundabout things first. Huang Yiliang doesn't have time to listen to his nonsense.

"The script has been revised again?"

"You better really have changed, stop making fun of me, this is the third time this has happened."

"Okay, see you at the usual place. You order first, I haven't eaten either. Huang Bo? Let's invite him to come along, I'm not short of money for food. That's all for now, see you later."

Huang Yiliang hung up the phone quickly.

Two female classmates were staring at him with wide eyes.

These two female classmates are the national treasures of their directing class.

They were the only two girls in the whole class.

"Liangzi, I heard that you founded Zhiyou.com?" Dong Yi asked curiously.

"Who told you that?"

"I'm just a lowly errand boy for the big boss. You know Yi Ran from the publicity department? I'm pretty much the same as him." Huang Yiliang shook his head decisively.

Dong Yi looked utterly disappointed, while Xu Han remained skeptical.

Huang Yiliang immediately added, "But I'm a bit smarter than Yiran. I directly called the big boss 'Dad,' and the big boss gave me a tiny little bit of shares."

Huang Yiliang made a finger gesture that would make any Korean man lose his composure.

"Ugh! Liangzi, you're destined for great things!"

Xu Han quickly covered Dong Yi's mouth and gave Huang Yiliang a thumbs up.

If it weren't for the disdain on their faces, Huang Yiliang would have thought they were praising him.

"Thank you! I'll be going now!" Huang Yiliang waved and walked away gracefully.

Huang Yiliang could roughly guess what Dong Yi and Xu Han were up to; it was nothing more than trying to get in through connections.

Logically speaking, the prize money of three thousand yuan for the school beauty and school hunk contest is not much, but women's competitive spirit is terrifying, and they are not necessarily after the prize money.

It's not scary to not become the school's undisputed beauty queen; what they worry about is not making it into the top ten, which would be truly embarrassing.

The boys weren't very enthusiastic about being nominated for the school's most handsome guy.

First of all, they focus all their energy on selecting the school's most beautiful girl. Only a lunatic would look at men if there were beautiful girls around.

Secondly, most men think they are the most handsome when they look in the mirror. If you ask a hundred men to vote, they will each vote for themselves.

When Huang Yiliang arrived at the small restaurant.

Ning Hao, Huang Bo, and Yue Xiaojun remained standing at the door, waiting.

They all felt a chill when they saw Huang Yiliang approaching.

No, where's his BMW? Why did he come on a motorcycle?

Could it be that he squandered all his family fortune?

"Brother Liang, why are you riding one of these things?" Huang Bo asked considerately on Ning Hao's behalf.

Huang Yiliang parked his motorcycle in front of the small restaurant.

"My father is back from Dongguan, so I can only ride my own motorcycle now."

Huang Yiliang grinned and said, "What? Afraid I can't afford two shows tonight?"

"How could that be? When has Brother Liang ever done anything wrong!" Ning Hao laughed awkwardly.

"Hurry up, you've already ordered, right? After we eat, let's go to the second venue for a foot massage." Huang Yiliang patted Ning Hao's shoulder forcefully.

Knowing that Huang Yiliang was treating, the three guys didn't hold back at all when ordering food; the four of them ate twelve dishes.

"Brother Liang, shall we review the script again for the second film?"

After the group had eaten and drunk their fill, Ning Hao rubbed his stomach and asked.

Except for Huang Yiliang, who ate a normal amount, these three gluttonous bastards were all stuffed.

"Of course, and my motorcycle can only carry one person. Which of you two will have to walk to the bathhouse?"

As Huang Yiliang was saying this, his phone rang.

"Feed—!"

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?"

"I've got my eye on the melody of 'Lakeside,' is it Wang Fei, the Wang Fei who sings in Hong Kong?"

"It's definitely her! Quickly say yes, 'Lake Baikal' is perfect for Wang Fei to sing." Zhou Mengdie excitedly waved her little fist in Huang Yiliang's mental world.

"Okay! Shall we go now? East Asia Music Recording Studio? I don't know, let me ask someone!" Huang Yiliang replied.

Huang Bo, who was eavesdropping beside him, pointed frantically at himself: "I know, I'll lead the way."

"Okay! I know where I am, see you later!" Huang Yiliang hung up the phone.

"Is it pop diva Faye Wong looking for you?"

Huang Bo, Ning Hao, and Yue Xiaojun looked at Huang Yiliang in surprise.

"That's right. They said they want to buy my song and asked me to come over so we can meet and discuss it. I can't go to the second show tonight," Huang Yiliang said, shrugging.

"The important thing is business, the important thing is business. We'll do a second round next time," Huang Bo, Ning Hao, and Yue Xiaojun all said.

They can still distinguish between what is important and what is urgent.

"Okay, then give me the script. I'll read it slowly at home, and we can meet again next time." Huang Yiliang looked at Ning Hao!

"No problem!" Ning Hao handed the script, which had been revised again, to Huang Yiliang.

"Huang Bo, are you free?"

"I have to be free, Brother Liang. I'm so grateful to you. You don't know, my favorite female singer is Wang Fei." Huang Bo nodded and bowed excitedly.

"Let's go!"

Huang Yiliang waved and left.

"Haozi, Huang Yiliang has pretty strong connections! He can even get in touch with a superstar?" Yue Xiaojun asked.

Ning Hao nodded in agreement.

He had just seen Huang Yiliang arrive on a motorcycle and was wondering if the kid was done for.

"Hey, wait a minute, did that guy pay the bill?" Ning Hao suddenly looked at Yue Xiaojun in a panic.

"Damn it! Did they not buy it?!" Yue Xiaojun panicked.

Ten minutes later.

Ning Hao and Yue Xiaojun had their pockets emptied and were assigned to wash dishes in the kitchen.

......

East Asia Music Recording Studio.

"Are you Zhou Mengdie?"

Wang Fei looked at the young man in front of her with surprise. He was much, much younger than she had imagined, but he had an indescribable calm and composure, even a sense of vicissitude.

The diva has been with quite a few men, so she has a pretty sharp eye.

"I am Huang Yiliang."

Huang Yiliang explained according to Zhou Mengdie's instructions: "Zhou Mengdie is my friend and business partner. She provided the story and inspiration for this piece. I was only responsible for writing it according to her ideas."

"So the work is credited to her, but she agreed that the copyright belongs to me, and when I registered the copyright, I also registered my name."

"Then there's no problem," Zhang Yadong said immediately.

The next step is to discuss the price; he doesn't care whose ideas or inspirations are being discussed.

Wang Fei was somewhat disappointed.

"Would it be convenient for you to tell me the story behind this piece of music?"

"Can!"

"It costs more!" Huang Yiliang said seriously.