He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

After Ye Mo returned home.

Liu's mother made an excuse to leave, giving the two of them a chance to be alone.

Now, in her eyes, Ye Mo is a golden bachelor!

In the living room, the TV was showing a rebroadcast of an interview with the cast and crew of the TV series "Raging Storm".

Liu Yifei sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a mobile phone in his hand. On the screen was a profit forecast table for "Raging Waves" made by a financial media.

She stared at the string of numbers for a long time, then turned her phone towards Ye Mo, who was pouring water.

Did you know that someone online did some calculations for you?

"What bill?"

"The CCTV premiere rights fee, the second round of bidding among six satellite TV stations, exclusive on-demand streaming on video platforms, overseas rights distribution, and IP derivatives—guess how much that adds up to?"

"How many?"

Liu Yifei showed him the numbers on her phone screen.

Billion.

"This is just an estimate, before tax." Ye Mo placed the water glass on the table.

"How much can it actually reach?"

Ye Mo leaned back on the sofa and counted on his fingers with her.

"The copyright fees for the CCTV premiere plus the second run on six satellite TV channels will be around 800 to 900 million yuan. The exclusive on-demand rights for video platforms are a little over 300 million yuan. Overseas copyrights are still under negotiation, but Southeast Asia and Japan and South Korea are very interested, with a conservative estimate starting at 200 million yuan. The licensing of IP-derived games and stage plays will be calculated separately." He paused for a moment, "After deducting production costs, publicity expenses, taxes, and the share of profits with partners, the company's accounts will be at least 2 billion yuan."

After listening, Liu Yifei put her phone on the coffee table.

She lowered her head, placed her hands flat on her knees, and remained silent for a full five seconds.

Then she looked up and shoved the cushion into Ye Mo's arms.

"I feel like I'm going to faint! Two billion! Two billion! I could never spend it all in a lifetime!"

Liu Yifei leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

I never imagined that Ye Mo would make money from filming TV series.

At first, everyone thought he had lost money and should settle down to be a good actor.

Unexpectedly, one TV series made him an overnight sensation!

They've made a fortune!

"From now on, if you make one movie and I make one movie, our combined income will be..."

"A husband-and-wife shop."

"Who's your spouse? I'm talking about your partners."

"You're also referring to a husband-and-wife shop, just using a different word."

Liu Yifei didn't refute, but she pulled the cushion closer to her chest.

After a while, she turned to look at him.

"So, you can take care of me from now on?"

"Now."

"I meant supporting me with the money you earn, not with my money."

"Now."

"Then I won't act anymore."

"OK."

I'm serious.

"I'm serious."

Looking at his expression, Liu Yifei confirmed that he wasn't joking.

He slowly placed the cushion on his lap, lowered his head, and tugged at the corner of the cushion for a long time without saying a word.

Then she picked up the remote and turned the TV volume up a notch, pretending to watch a replay.

But the tips of her ears, just like the day she received the roses on set, weren't very noticeably red, but they were definitely red.

The following afternoon.

Ye Mo went to the set of "The Story of Rose" again.

He wasn't visiting the set this time; he's genuinely fine.

After returning from New York, he ran several rounds of promotion for "Raging Storm," and then handed over the negotiations for the second round of broadcasting rights to Sister Zhang and the legal team, giving him a rare few days of free time.

When the security guard at the entrance of the film set saw him, this time he didn't even let him swipe his card, but simply raised the barrier and saluted him.

"Hello, Director Ye!"

"Master, please don't salute me. I'm not a leader."

"You're more of a leader than the boss."

Ye Mo didn't respond to that sentence, but smiled and walked away.

Upon entering the film set, he noticed that the atmosphere was noticeably different from his last visit.

The reason everyone was so enthusiastic about him last time was because he was Liu Yifei's boyfriend, a double Golden Horse Award winner, and a great guy who would bring milk tea and snacks.

Today is different.

From the production assistants to the lighting technicians to the assistant director, everyone looked at him with a different kind of intensity.

That layer of feeling is called reverence.

The prop guy was the first to rush over, holding a prop flowerpot in his hand, his expression like he had seen his long-lost idol.

"Director Ye, you're here! Did you bring milk tea today...? No, no, that's not what I meant! Director Ye, please have a seat! There's a chair over there!"

"Didn't you call me Teacher Ye Mo last time?"

"That was last time. This time is different. I've caught up to the latest episode of 'Raging Storm.' Director Ye, you're amazing."

The lighting assistant leaned over and added in a low voice.

"Yesterday he told everyone on set that Director Ye was amazing, including the director. The director said he knew it, and he also watches the show."

The prop guy turned around and glared at him, but didn't deny it.

In the dressing room, Zhu Zhu and Wan Qian were waiting to go on stage.

Upon seeing Ye Mo, Zhu Zhu immediately jumped up from his chair, still holding a powder puff in his hand, and rushed over in three steps.

"Director Yip! Your film 'The Storm' is so good, I love it!"

"Want me to give you a sneak peek at what happens next in the plot?"

"No, no, no, I just love the feeling of binge-watching dramas."

Wan Qian sat next to him and put down her script after seeing Ye Mo.

When she stood up, she tried her best to maintain a dignified expression, but she couldn't hide the excitement in the corners of her eyes.

"Director Ye, can I talk to you about something?"

"you say."

"I am a fan of Gao Qiqiang."

"Zhang Songwen's?"

"Yes, yes, I was a fan from the very beginning, and I didn't stop being a fan even after he turned evil."

Zhu Zhu stood to the side, craning his neck to look at Wan Qian.

"Your fans are incredibly loyal."

"Of course, Brother Qiang rose from humble beginnings to success through his intelligence, unlike those rich second-generation villains." After saying that, Wan Qian suddenly changed the subject, "So... Director Ye, could you please get me some autographed photos of Teacher Zhang Songwen?"

"no problem!"

"Oh, and it would be best to write something like, 'Ms. Wan Qian, I heard you like 'The Storm,' thank you.' Then draw a fish after it."

Zhu Zhu tapped his forehead with a powder puff.

"You're not asking for an autographed photo, you're asking for custom copywriting, and even a fish drawing?"

"Is that not allowed? He's playing a fishmonger, so it's perfectly reasonable for him to be drawing fish."

Just as Ye Mo was about to speak, Liu Yifei stepped out of the makeup cart, her hair still clipped back, wearing a long white shirt.

"Are you trying to drum up business for my boyfriend again?" She walked over to Ye Mo and looked at Wan Qian. "If you want Zhang Songwen's autographed photo, just contact me directly. I'll have Ye Mo take me to him."

"Isn't that going in circles? Wouldn't it be closer to just go directly to Director Ye?"

"Then you'll have to come back to the same thing. Zhang Songwen's autograph has to get past me first." Liu Yifei finished speaking and turned to look at Ye Mo. "Right?"

Ye Mo did not respond, which indicated his tacit agreement.

When you're out and about, you have to give her face.

At that moment, the director walked over from a distance.

The man, surnamed Feng, is in his fifties and has been acting in the industry for twenty years. "The Story of Rose" is his first collaboration with Liu Yifei.

When Ye Mo visited the set before, Director Feng was very polite to him.

But that was just politeness towards the female lead's boyfriend; it had nothing to do with acknowledging her peers.

After "The Storm" aired, this politeness took a different turn.

"Director Ye!" Director Feng strode over, holding an unopened thermos in his hand, and extended his hand to Ye Mo from afar. "Coming to keep Qianqian company again today?"

Ye Mo shook hands with him.

"Hello Director Feng, I'm free today, so I came over for a visit."

"Don't just wander around and leave it at that. Do you have time to give me some pointers? I watched the movie 'The Storm' and then did a special analysis of the interrogation room scene where the two people stared at each other. They didn't rely on dialogue to advance their emotions; they relied entirely on their performances and spatial arrangement. That technique is too bold for a TV series. Most directors wouldn't dare to film it like that."

Ye Mo shook his head slightly.

"Director Feng, that was honed together with the director of photography."

"You chose the director of photography, you cast the actors, and you built the studio. You don't need to be modest." Director Feng unscrewed his thermos, took a sip, and then looked up at Ye Mo, a subtle look in his eyes. "By the way, I have something to tell Director Ye. Qianqian has a few scenes left, one of which is a kissing scene."

Liu Yifei's expression stiffened unnaturally for a moment.

Director Feng continued.

"I've thought about it. You and Sisi can film this scene! I'll just replace the male lead's face with his in post-production—post-production technology is so good now, face swapping won't look out of place at all."

Wan Qian sat up straight in the chair.

She glanced at Ye Mo, then at Liu Yifei, then at Director Feng, opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent—to watch the show.

After hearing this, Ye Mo immediately gave Director Feng a thumbs up.

"I'm good at this!"

"And about what you just mentioned wanting to discuss, I think today is fine!"

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