After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Shanghai. Jiang Yichen's residence next to the theater.

Jiang Yichen slumped on the sofa, the light from his phone screen shining on his face.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million, hundred million.

He stretched out his index finger, pressed it against the screen, and counted eight times from right to left.

Crazy Stone officially ended its run today.

The final box office figure was ten small goals.

Star Entertainment's all-out promotional efforts also played a crucial role.

Leaving aside theater revenue sharing, marketing costs, and all sorts of miscellaneous taxes.

Jiang Yichen's personal account holds a solid 380 million yuan.

Three hundred and eighty million!

I've never seen so much money in my past life, no matter how hard I worked writing songs and how many strands of hair I lost.

Ding dong.

My WeChat notification rang.

Xu Zhiyou: [What are you doing? Cat peeking out.jpg]

Jiang Yichen typed: [Counting money. My eyes are almost blind.]

Xu Zhiyou: [Wow! Should I have someone send over a few money counting machines?]

Jiang Yichen: [That's really unnecessary.]

Xu Zhiyou: [Hehe, okay. You go ahead and get busy, we'll have dinner together tonight.]

.......

Jiang Yichen put down his phone and switched to the online banking app.

Find Chen Hao's account.

According to the original contract, he was both the director and his assistant, and the profit-sharing ratio was calculated accordingly.

Jiang Yichen entered the amount and clicked "transfer".

Twelve million.

Get it done.

Less than an hour.

There was a knock on Jiang Yichen's door.

Jiang Yichen opened the door.

Chen Hao rushed in. He had been working with Star Entertainment on the film's promotion and distribution and was also living in Shanghai.

Chen Hao's knees buckled, and he slid to his knees, clinging tightly to Jiang Yichen's right leg.

Jiang Yichen pulled his leg away in disgust.

No twitching.

This kid has ridiculously strong hands.

"Let go. What's wrong with you?" Jiang Yichen grabbed Chen Hao by the back of his collar.

Chen Hao held up his phone, the screen displaying a bank notification that the money had been deposited.

"Twelve million! Brother Chen! Did you accidentally press two extra zeros?!"

Chen Hao's voice cracked, sounding like a duck being choked.

"We'll stick to the contract." Jiang Yichen slapped his hand away, walked to the water dispenser to get some water, and said, "You deserve it."

Chen Hao knew exactly what was going on.

A contract? That damn contract is worthless!

Which investor in the industry doesn't find ways to falsify accounts and swindle money?

Chen could have easily made up an excuse, like saying the publicity campaign was over budget or that the theaters were withholding payments, and just threw out a few hundred thousand to get rid of himself.

But he didn't!

He actually gave over ten million!

He treats me like a true brother! He's mentoring me!

Chen Hao suddenly stood up, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Brother Chen!"

"Stop it." Jiang Yichen pointed at him. "Don't try to get emotional, I'm not buying it."

Chen Hao sniffed and patted his chest loudly.

"I'm not saying anything more. From now on, my life, Chen Hao's life, is yours!"

"What would I do with my life?" Jiang Yichen took a sip of water.

"Brother Chen, is there any more work?" Chen Hao's eyes were wide open, his face clearly saying, "I want to work."

"I'm bursting with energy right now! Even the donkeys in the production team can't do as much as me! Just say the word, and I'll get the team up and running right away!"

Jiang Yichen looked him up and down.

"What's the rush? You just got the money, why don't you go to the bathhouse for a massage?"

"What massage! Women will only slow down my filming!" Chen Hao waved his hand dismissively. "I need to work!"

Jiang Yichen was so angry he laughed.

"Okay. Go back and wait a few days. I have a notebook that I'm still polishing."

"A few days?"

"Three days."

"Alright! I'll go back and recruit soldiers right away!"

Chen Hao rushed out the door in a flurry of activity.

They even forgot to close the door.

Jiang Yichen looked at the open door and shook his head.

This kid is a real workaholic.

.......

three days later.

Star Entertainment, Jiang Yichen's exclusive studio.

Chen Hao, sporting two enormous dark circles under his eyes, sat down on the sofa right on time.

He didn't sleep well for the past three days, his mind was filled with thoughts of the new project.

Jiang Yichen opened the drawer.

Slap a thick stack of A4 paper onto the coffee table.

The edges of the paper were still somewhat sharp.

"have a look."

Chen Hao grabbed the script like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

The cover features five large characters.

"Dying to Survive".

Chen Hao stroked his chin.

"Medicine God? Brother Chen, another comedy this time? Indian God Oil? Hehehe, this is promising. The name sounds very down-to-earth."

Jiang Yichen didn't reply. He unscrewed the thermos and blew on the goji berries on it.

"Read the main text."

Chen Hao turned to the first page.

In the earlier scenes, Cheng Yong's downfall and his predicament selling aphrodisiac oil were highlighted.

Chen Hao watched and laughed.

"Brilliant! The dialogue is sharp and biting. The character is well-developed."

Ten minutes passed.

Lu Shouyi made his appearance.

Oranges, face mask, three layers of clothing.

Chronic myeloid leukemia.

Chen Hao slowed down his page-turning speed.

Twenty minutes passed.

The blond-haired guy shows up and tries to steal the medicine.

Si Hui appears and performs a pole dance.

Pastor Liu appeared and preached in English.

Chen Hao's breathing began to become heavy.

His fingers, gripping the paper, turned white, and his knuckles protruded.

This is not some vulgar comedy at all!

This is... a realistic subject!

Chen Hao felt as if he had been hit on the head with a sledgehammer.

It was buzzing.

He secretly glanced at Jiang Yichen, who was sitting opposite him drinking water.

How does Brother Chen's brain work?

The previous film was a dark comedy called Crazy Stone, and the next one jumps straight to this depth?

This leap is so big, aren't you afraid of tearing your balls?!

Forty minutes passed.

The plot progresses to the point where fake drug dealer Zhang Changlin reports the crime to the police, and Cheng Yong's group breaks up.

Chen Hao gritted his teeth.

"Damn it!" he couldn't help but curse.

An hour passed.

A year later, Cheng Yong became rich.

Lu Shouyi's wife came to his door.

Lü Shouyi cut his wrist.

Chen Hao's hands began to tremble.

The paper made a rustling sound.

He stared intently at those few lines of text.

Cheng Yong looked at Lü Shouyi lying on the hospital bed.

[Lü Shouyi picked up an orange, handed it to Cheng Yong, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Have an orange."]

Chen Hao felt his eyes sting.

He rubbed his nose vigorously.

An hour and a half passed.

To cover Cheng Yong, Huang Mao drove the truck away.

car accident.

Cheng Yong grabbed Cao Bin by the collar in the hospital corridor and roared, "He's only twenty! What crime has he committed by wanting to live?!"

pat.

A tear fell onto the script.

A blot of ink spread out.

Chen Hao quickly wiped it with his sleeve.

The more you wipe it, the dirtier it gets.

Two hours.

Chen Hao closed the script.

On the last page, Cheng Yong was seen off along the ten-mile-long street.

The room was completely silent.

Only Chen Hao's heavy breathing could be heard.

Jiang Yichen put down the thermos.

"Give me your opinion."

Chen Hao raised his head.

His eyes were red and bloodshot.

He opened his mouth and found his voice was hoarse.

"Brother Chen..."

Chen Hao swallowed hard, trying to organize his thoughts.

But he found that any words of praise seemed pale and powerless in the face of this script.

"Brother Chen." Chen Hao suddenly stood up.

Because he stood up too suddenly, his knee hit the coffee table with a dull thud.

But he seemed not to feel any pain.

"This notebook..." Chen Hao pointed at the stack of A4 papers, his fingers trembling wildly.

"This notebook is amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"The character arc! The social conflict! The tragic core!"

Chen Hao grabbed the script and held it to his chest like a rare treasure.

"Brother Chen, are you really going to let me direct this script?"

Chen Hao's voice trembled.

He has self-awareness.

I am a recent college graduate.

The success of "Crazy Stone" was entirely due to Jiang Yichen's script and storyboard.

These days, if you throw a script of this caliber into the industry, those big-name directors would fight tooth and nail for it, they might even fight tooth and nail to the death.

Chen Hao's eyes reddened.

This is definitely true love!

Brother Chen even brought out this god-tier script to promote me.

What merit or ability do I, Chen Hao, possess to deserve this!