Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

The next morning, at Chen Zhixi's home.

Ye Chong rolled over and sat up, looking at the pink bedding under his bottom, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Once the procedures at the studio are completed, I'll move in there to live."

After a quick wash, he changed into a short down jacket and rolled up his well-worn trench coat before turning and heading out the door.

First, he took his trench coat to the dry cleaners, then bought a sesame seed cake at the entrance of the alley, and while eating it, he hailed a taxi.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Ye Chong arrived at China Film Group.

"Director Ye, here to edit another film?"

"Oh, right."

Good morning, Director Ye!

"morning!"

The receptionists and staff who came and went greeted us warmly.

Ye Chong smiled and responded, then opened the elevator door and went inside.

Look at their employees, they're so high-quality. I'll definitely hire people like that when I start my own company.

"Hey, you heard?"

"What?"

"There's a young director who's still a student at the Beijing Film Academy. He's not much older, but he's got a lot of attitude! I heard he's only 19 and he's already engaging in 'sexual favors' on film sets!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, really? 19 years old? Isn't that a kid? Has he even grown all his pubic hair yet?"

"They're all grown!" Ye Chong suddenly said with a gloomy face.

The two young women who had just stepped into the elevator stared wide-eyed and buried their heads in their collars like hamsters.

Which floor?

"Um, fourth floor, thank you."

"bite--"

Ye Chong stopped on the third floor and stepped out of the elevator with a dark expression.

There's no need to verify it; it's definitely the work of a certain producer.

That old man is so petty!

All I did was choke him once and let him drink a beer.

"Old Lin, how's the haircut?"

Inside the cutting room, a row of computers was scattered about, and the smell of smoke mixed with sweat filled the air.

Ye Chong waved his hand and walked to the very center of the smoke, where he finally saw the editor.

Old Lin turned around, revealing a weathered face with deep eye bags beneath his greasy, split-end hair.

"Don't we need to cut out some Easter eggs?"

"It's just a story of online dating leading to real-life meeting, why would I need any surprises?"

"But aren't people all here for the handsome men and beautiful women?"

"That makes some sense. Whatever you say!" Ye Chong patted his shoulder and pulled a pack of Zhongnanhai cigarettes from his down jacket pocket.

"By the way, you're here all day, have you heard any rumors or gossip?"

Old Lin took the cigarette, glanced at him with a brooding look, and said nothing.

Ye Chong understood. What kind of gossip could a deadbeat otaku like him have?

Have you considered changing jobs to another location?

"Is it still editing?"

Ye Chong pinched his middle finger, didn't ask any more questions, and bent down to begin reviewing the film.

Half an hour later, Ye Chong, carrying the film, got back into the elevator.

There aren't many editing rooms at China Film Group; most of them are at Beijing Film Studio. Just look at editor Lin Gao to see how much pressure he's under.

It's not hard to poach him, but it's very hard to stop him from giving up.

The company needs to find a way to set up its editing department, but if he tries to recruit people now, he'll definitely be rejected.

If you're neither famous nor part of any organization, why would anyone follow you?

We'll have to wait until the first movie is a hit before we talk about anything else!

"bite--"

"Hey, Director Ye!"

"Tu Da?"

Ye Chong's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected to run into people from the film crew here.

Tu Da had short, cropped hair and a long, thin, menacing scar on his right cheek, but when he smiled, he looked like a simple-minded fool: "Director Ye, are you here to edit the film?"

Ye Chong stepped out of the elevator and patted the film on his waist: "It's already cut. You seem to have a lot of free time."

"I'm here to find work, you know how it is for us. We make a living by working with film crews, getting paid for each film we shoot. There used to be a formal system, but it was abolished in 2000, and now it's hard for us to make a living!"

Ye Chong's heart stirred, and he pulled Tu Da to a corner, taking out the Zhongnanhai bag again.

"I have a film to shoot soon. Do you want to come to my film crew and we can work together again?"

"Great!" Tu Da tucked a cigarette behind his ear, his eyes lighting up.

Just when I was worried about having nothing to do, Ye Chong offered me some business. This was a lifesaver!

But Ye Chong's next words made him hesitate.

"What I mean is, do you want a promotion? You've been on set long enough. Why don't you come to my studio? I'll give you a script supervisor position, and all the benefits will be the same as a script supervisor."

"this……"

Seeing that Tu Da remained silent, Ye Chong patted him on the shoulder, left with the words "Think it over carefully," and turned to leave.

At 11 a.m., Ye Chong met with Han Sanping. They had agreed to examine the films, but the latter delegated the task to her subordinates.

Ye Chong then brought up his project, but to his surprise, the notorious bandit leader Zuo Shandiao didn't even bother to glance at the documents and turned to leave.

"Director Ye, Vice Chairman Han is very busy, so just contact me."

Ye Chong still wore that same smile in Shi Dongming's office.

"It's the same whether Manager Shi comes to talk or not, it's fine."

In the quiet office, the two sat on the sofa, without even a decent cup of hot tea.

Ye Chong took out the project proposal and launched into another long, rambling speech.

When Ye Chong was leaving at noon, he looked back at the China Film Group building and couldn't help but spit out his anger.

"That familiar arrogance again; all this capital is the same!"

Capital is not wrong. Whether you are talented or not, you are just a nobody before you succeed. Once you succeed, capital will come to you.

"One million for marketing and distribution, 28% of that is a bit too much."

Circumstances dictate that Ye Chong's script didn't even make it into the production department, and including its distribution as part of the investment was a last resort.

Distribution is an indispensable part of the film release process, and there will be many more opportunities to cooperate with China Film Group in the future.

"Master, Dongmianhua Hutong."

At 1 p.m., Ye Chong had a simple lunch and returned to Chen Zhixi's house with his washed trench coat.

"I'm back!"

The spacious living room was dark, with only the lit-up phone screen on the sofa indicating that Chen Zhixi was home.

"Why aren't the lights on?"

"Chongdi?"

As the lights came on, Chen Zhixi slowly raised her head, her eyes wide and mouth agape, looking completely dazed.

"Brother Chong, things have changed!"

"ha?"

Ye Chong was taken aback, then as if he had thought of something, he casually tossed his trench coat onto the sofa and took out his phone.

At this moment, Tianya Forum and Sina.com were in an uproar!

#Criminal Detention! Even Parents Are Not Spared#

Ye Chong glanced at his older sister, whose attention always seemed a little strange.

"You never received an invitation from him?"

Chen Zhixi rolled her eyes and yelled:

"I bought this house back in 2000, why should I have to put up with his attitude?"

Ye Chong shrank his neck.

He sometimes speaks without thinking. Although he was blacklisted in his previous life, he didn't live a bad life, after all, he was well-off.

And he lived up to his name, speaking in a somewhat harsh and foul tone.

"By the way, what's your secret weapon?"

Chen Zhixi put away her phone and sat up straight, looking at him.

"Almost there, almost there, Sister hope, do you have any... um... familiar music producers?"

"A music producer?"

Chen Zhixi looked at Ye Chong suspiciously, wondering what he was up to.

"Is there?"

"Yes, I think so?"