Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Qian Lang is really in trouble.

He doesn't even have a place to live in Beijing right now.

We can't keep staying at Liu Tao's place or Chen Hao's place all the time, can we?

Besides, he felt that he wouldn't be staying at Liu Tao's place for much longer.

He can't go to Chen Hao's place on his own initiative; either he has to make an appointment, or Chen Hao has to contact him.

In short, he still lacks a home in BJ!

The company wasn't far from Nortel, and he didn't want to live too far away, so he looked for a place nearby.

I don't have anything to do this afternoon, so I'll go take a look.

He took Bai Xue to a real estate agency downstairs from his company.

It was only then that Bai Xue realized Qian Lang had come to rent a room.

Qian Lang then told one of the employees of the agency his requirements.

Quite by chance, there happened to be a house that met Qian Lang's requirements.

The agent then took the two of them to see the house.

The real estate agent was a tall, thin man in his thirties who spoke with a slight Beijing accent; he was clearly a seasoned veteran.

He led Qian Lang and Bai Xue into a high-rise apartment building near the Beijing Film Academy, introducing the place as they walked.

"Mr. Qian, this apartment perfectly meets your requirements. It was just recently vacated; the landlord used to live there himself. The renovation is excellent, and all the furniture and appliances are brand new..."

The elevator reached the eighteenth floor. The real estate agent opened the door, stepped aside, and let the two of them go in first.

Qian Lang walked in, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

The living room is large, with floor-to-ceiling windows covering an entire wall, allowing sunlight to pour in without reservation, making the whole room dazzlingly bright.

The view from the window is also excellent, with the entire Beijing Film Academy campus in sight, including the teaching buildings, playground, and library—everything is small, like a painting.

In the distance is the Beijing skyline, hazy and gray, but it stretches far into the distance.

It has one bedroom and one living room, but the area is a full 120 square meters.

The living room is spacious, the bedroom is also spacious, the kitchen is open-plan, and the bathroom has a separate wet and dry area.

The furniture is complete, and the decor is a simple and modern style, mainly white and natural wood tones, which looks very comfortable.

Qian Lang walked around the room, stood in front of the French windows, and looked for a few seconds.

"How much?"

"Eight thousand a month."

The agent said.

"For this location, this size, this renovation, the price is really not expensive."

Qian Lang nodded.

Eight thousand was not cheap in Beijing in 2003.

But if you like it, that's all that matters.

Snow White was also looking around.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling warmly on the natural wood floor.

The sofa in the living room is very soft; it's clearly a good brand.

A set of glass teaware, crystal clear, sits on the coffee table.

The stovetop in the open kitchen is made of stainless steel and polished to a shine, as if it has never been used.

She remembered where she lived.

My husband and I squeeze into an old house of less than 40 square meters in the south of the city. Every day, we have to take two buses to get to work, which takes more than an hour.

The apartment was rented by my husband's workplace. It was an old tenement building with peeling paint on the walls and the hallway was filled with the neighbors' belongings.

Their room contained only a bed, a wardrobe, and a table; it was difficult to even turn around.

The kitchen and the toilets are shared, and there's a queue every morning.

Looking at the room in front of her, she suddenly felt something churning inside her.

"Snow White, what do you think?"

Qian Lang asked the woman following behind him a question.

"Ah, I'm... fine!"

Bai Xue snapped out of her daze and quickly answered.

"Okay, this place will do. Could you buy me some daily necessities later? Oh, and I'll give you a key to this house from now on. If I'm not in Beijing, you can come and clean it for me regularly."

Qian Lang spoke casually.

To Bai Xue, it sounded like a thunderclap.

Should we make a key for her?

When Qian Lang isn't around, does she come and clean up?

What if Qian Lang was around?

"What's wrong? Is it not allowed?"

Seeing that Bai Xue did not reply, Qian Lang turned around and looked into Bai Xue's eyes to ask.

His gaze, however, carried an aggressive quality.

Bai Xue quickly looked away from his gaze, but her legs felt a little weak.

"No, no, it's fine!"

"Okay, that's good! Old Zhang, go to your shop to complete the formalities."

"Alright, Mr. Qian, you're definitely someone who's going to do great things."

The agent spoke, but his face was beaming like a chrysanthemum.

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After completing the formalities at the agency, Qian Lang returned to the company alone, while Bai Xue went to buy him daily necessities.

When he entered the office, Huang Bo was still reading the script.

However, upon seeing him enter, he quickly stood up.

"Haven't finished watching yet?"

Qian Lang asked a question, then walked over and sat down in the boss's chair.

"I've finished reading it, and I'm reading it a second time. It's so well-written."

Huang Bo said with a fawning smile.

"Can you act?"

Qian Lang also had a faint smile on his face.

"able!"

Huang Bo answered very affirmatively.

My heart was racing.

This opportunity was extremely important to him.

"That's good!"

Qian Lang said calmly, then looked into Huang Bo's eyes as he spoke.

"Huang Bo, to be honest, I'm not doing charity work. You can play this role, but you have to sign with my company!"

"real?"

Huang Bo was so surprised that he stood up.

This reaction was unexpected by Qian Lang.

What do you mean?

He thought he was going to have to talk a lot.

So, will he still say what he planned to say afterward?

But then Huang Bo started talking again.

"Money, Brother Lang, when are we going to sign?"

Huang Bo was so excited!

How many times have I hit a wall?

How many times have people complained about his looks?

This time, we've finally run into someone who's blind.

Regardless of the company's size or whether it's new or old, just sign the contract first.

He does want to sign with Huayi Brothers, but they have to want him first.

Moreover, they even gave us a movie.

He'd be a fool not to sign.

Qian Lang... speechless.

He never expected it to turn out this way.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

Huang Bo is still down on his luck, unable to even get a minor role, only slightly better off than an extra.

Instead of becoming a movie star later on.

"Hey, don't get excited yet, let's talk about terms."

Qian Lang said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Empiricism is truly a killer.

The rest was simple: one was willing to give, and the other was willing to receive; the two quickly agreed on the terms.

Once Qian Lang's company is registered, both parties can sign the contract.

Around five o'clock, Qian Lang saw Huang Bo off from the company.

Then we drove to Guijie Street!

Guijie Street.

BJ's nightlife starts here.

As soon as it got dark, all the lanterns on both sides of the street were lit up, a bright red that bathed the entire street in a warm hue.

The air was filled with various aromas—spicy, cumin, garlic—mixed together, wafting straight into my nose.

Qian Lang parked his car on the side of the road and went into a Hunan restaurant.

The private room was on the second floor. When he pushed the door open, Yang Lei had already arrived.

She sat by the window, wearing a light gray sweater, her hair down, and light makeup.

After not seeing her for a long time, Yang Lei's appearance today caught Qian Lang's eye.

A technical term also came to mind.

[Unspoken Rules]!