Huayu: Just started as a stagehand, but the director's comeback system

Jiang Huai's recently copied script was ultimately handed over by Fu Lulu. Anyway, the filming schedule for House of Flying Daggers wasn't in a hurry, and the other directors didn't have much work to do.

The other directors in the studio didn't refuse either; Jiang Huai was quite good at making people laugh with his writing.

Crazy Stone, hmm, that name suits me. It has a bit of my dad Tian Dahua's talent. The first scene, a driving accident...

Hiss, the studio felt a bit colder.

"What's wrong, Lao Li? You've finished reading Xiao Jiang's script, so hurry up and have a laugh."

Seeing that Li Qi had been holding Jiang Huai's manuscript for a long time without letting go, Wang Yue thought that Jiang Huai had come up with some amazing joke again, and hurriedly wanted to see it.

"See for yourself."

Wang Yue reluctantly opened the Crazy Stone manuscript. Jiang Huai had indeed written another joke, but this time it was dark humor.

……

Hiss, the air conditioning in the studio has cooled down a bit.

"Could it be that Xiao Jiang really has talent?"

Li Qi read the entire script. Although he didn't understand comedy very well, he could tell that Crazy Stone was really interesting, and that the script would only require a small budget to make into a movie.

Touching his bald head, Li Qi wondered if he could invest some money if the other party wanted to make this movie.

[Beep, the script plagiarized by the host has been approved by a famous director. Newbie gift pack: a high-quality rich woman's phone book, which has been automatically corrected to the 2003 version.]

Prerequisite Task 2: Raise two million yuan independently.

Reward: Genius-level film storyboarding skills.

Jiang Huai, who was enjoying a massage at the foot massage parlor, quickly asked the masseuse who was about to start touching and talking to him to leave when he heard the electronic voice playing again.

The reward didn't appear in Jiang Huai's mind; instead, it was directly added to his Nokia 7200.

Flipping through the dozens of unknown numbers in his phone book, Jiang Huai picked one with trembling fingers and dialed it.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm filming on Zhang Yimou's set. I dreamt about your phone number while I was sleeping. May I ask?"

"Idiot."

Before Jiang Huai could finish speaking, the other party sent a greeting and hung up the phone.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Jiang Huai pinched his nose, but he wasn't discouraged. He figured that among these dozens of wealthy women, there was bound to be two who could help him earn some hard-earned money.

Holding onto the belief that life is cruel, and there is no dirty money, only dirty people, Jiang Huai continued his journey.

After making dozens of phone calls, three wealthy women finally agreed to meet with him.

It just so happened that several of the main actors in the production crew had taken leave due to other commitments, and the crew also had a few days off, so he had the opportunity to meet his potential sugar daddy.

"Faster, faster! Why are you so slow?"

Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently at the Grand Hyatt Beijing, working hard to earn a living.

Jiang Huai never expected that his first sugar daddy would be so twisted, charging 100 yuan for a push-up and not letting him answer the phone.

Looking at the other person's long, slender legs, tears welled up in his eyes, a shameful sight. Jiang Huai had vowed never to let anyone look down on him again, and he forced himself to do a hundred of those before finally stopping, panting heavily.

"Hey little brother, come on, take a break and play something more fun, you'll get even more money."

When Jiang Huai appeared before the rich woman with a photo of himself with Zhang Ziyi, coupled with his classic pretty boy looks, the rich woman believed his identity. However, she still wanted to verify his credentials; she couldn't just accept anyone who wasn't real.

Two days and two nights later, a pale-faced Jiang Huai walked out of the hotel with his 600,000 yuan reward for his hard work. He had successfully fulfilled the oath he took when he was a Young Pioneer and fired at the evil capitalists.

The week-long holiday passed quickly, and the already thin Jiang Huai returned to the film crew with two million yuan in hard-earned money.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you answering my calls?"

As soon as Jiang Huai appeared, Fu Lulu quickly pulled him to the staff dormitory. She felt that if Jiang Huai didn't get a proper rest, something really might happen to him.

As soon as Jiang Huai touched the bed in the employee dormitory, he collapsed onto it without even taking off his clothes.

"Everything is for the purpose of overthrowing capitalism... I'm not afraid of either of you coming at me together."

Fortunately, he was still talking strange nonsense in his sleep, otherwise Fu Lulu would have really called 120.

The film crew had already started work today, so Fu Lulu naturally couldn't stay here to take care of him all the time. Seeing that he was sleeping relatively peacefully, Fu Lulu stayed by his side for a while longer before going to the film set.

"Sister Lu, is Xiao Jiang back?"

When the other assistant directors heard that Fu Lulu had gone to pick up Jiang Huai, they quickly inquired about the situation.

After all, Director Zhang was in a bad mood at the time due to filming issues, and he read Jiang Huai's script to relieve some stress. Although he didn't give any comments, he carefully read through it several times.

Director Zhang only repeatedly looks at scripts that interest him. If he's interested in a particular script, they can make a small profit by following up.

"I'm back, but I don't know where I went. I'm sleeping now."

Fu Lulu didn't mention Jiang Huai's situation. Most people in the entertainment industry are experienced in love, and if she did, they would definitely be able to guess what Jiang Huai had been doing these past few days. She still needed to protect her nephew's reputation.

Upon hearing Fu Lulu's words, the group even considered going directly to meet Jiang Huai, who was still asleep. Fu Lulu tried desperately to stop them, but almost failed.

Finally, Director Zhang spoke up, telling Jiang Huai to go find him as soon as he woke up, and everyone sighed and dispersed.

The atmosphere on set was far from peaceful, but Jiang Huai slept very comfortably. In his dreams, he always felt someone massaging his brain, so comforting that it added a few more wrinkles to his head.

Jiang Huai returned to the film set in the early hours of the morning and woke up to find it was still the early hours of the morning. He was a little angry because he had only slept for a short while and was dreaming that a female celebrity wanted to give him as a gift when Fu Lulu woke him up.

"Let me sleep a little longer, Auntie, while I can still catch up with you."

Jiang Huai didn't get up; instead, he turned over so his back was to the other person, preparing to continue sleeping.

"Wake up! You've been sleeping all day. Director Zhang wants to see you."

Fu Lulu really didn't want to wake Jiang Huai up, but Director Zhang had already said he wanted to see him, so she couldn't keep Director Zhang waiting.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huai immediately did a somersault.

"What kind of outfit is this?"

When the assistant directors heard that Jiang Huai was finally coming, they all waited in the office. Then they saw Jiang Huai, who was being supported by Fu Lulu, with his right hand always on his waist.

"Hehe, please excuse me, he just bumped into something by accident."

Jiang Huai stood up like a clown and fell to the ground. His lipstick, which had rolled there at some point, hit him on the waist.

Feeling ashamed, Fu Lulu wore a mask the whole way, afraid that others would recognize her.

"Xiao Jiang, come and talk to me."

Hearing the commotion outside, Zhang Yimou knew that Jiang Huai had arrived, so he decided to call him in directly.