The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

To defeat Xie Guangming and his Yansheng Media head-on?

The producer took a deep breath. Who wouldn't be excited when thinking about something like this? However, he was born to worry a lot. The thing he worried about the most was undoubtedly money. He had invested a lot of real money in so many movies, but he never said a word.

"But what if it doesn't work? Your investment will be wasted..."

"Don't worry about the money," Wen Qiu said. "In fact, I'm planning to make an additional investment. If they can publicize it, why can't we?"

How inhumane! The producer opened his eyes wide. To be honest, he didn't know how rich the boss was. How come hundreds of millions sounded like a drop in the bucket? But even if he was rich, he couldn't just use it to fill a bottomless pit. The producer quickly advised, "No, no, no, I still suggest you get some investment..."

This matter has been mentioned before, but the boss is willful and arrogant, and especially doesn't like being pointed at by others. He would rather spend his own money and make his own decisions. But now the situation is urgent after all, and the producer earnestly persuaded Wen Qiu to explain the necessity of risk diversification.

This time, Wen Qiu did not insist. So far, the funds he invested in the project were all earned by himself, and his small treasury was almost gone. If he wanted to make additional investments, he would have to use the family's money - it was not impossible, but that would be another kind of trouble in terms of human relations.

What touched him most was what the producer said: "Being a director is different from being a screenwriter. You can't be too independent. I know you are capable, but making a movie is really not something you can do alone."

Wen Qiu pursed his lips. He also realized that if he wanted to broaden his career path, he had to force himself to make changes. "Okay, then about finding investment..."

"Leave it to me!" The producer patted his chest, "This is my specialty, and you have to believe that there are many companies in the industry willing to cooperate with you!"

Wen Qiu was very confident in him, so he let him do it.

The producer was very efficient. In just a few days, he had selected a number of good financing targets and compiled them into a book for Wen Qiu to review. Wen Qiu took the thick stack of papers and flipped through the first page. His eyes widened. The four words "Fenghua Media" were clearly visible.

He wondered why Pei Du didn't take the opportunity to come and ask about his well-being, and it turned out that he was waiting here.

Wen Qiu tapped his fingers on the gorgeous logo and asked the investor, "Why choose Fenghua Media?"

"They took the initiative to approach us, and they showed great sincerity," the producer said with a beaming face, "Fenghua Media has invested in many of your works before, and each one made a lot of money..."

"Oh..." He's not a beggar begging for food with a bowl, why should he accept Pei Du's charity? Wen Qiu turned over those pages directly, "Let's read something else first."

Wen Qiu and his men worked overtime to prepare a complete financing plan. Then he and the producer split up into two groups and went to meet investors in large numbers.

The process was full of difficulties. He had no connections and no experience. Besides, everyone could see that they were in trouble. Someone even said to Wen Qiu in person that he did not want to go against Xie Guangming.

Even if there are companies willing to consider investing, the conditions they offer are scary. Some are only willing to offer 100 million, but demand a - split of the box office revenue, and some even want to get their hands on the company's equity.

Taking money out of other people's pockets is never an easy task. Wen Qiu was rejected for several days. Although he did not attract much investment, his experience in dealing with big occasions has improved a lot, and his psychological quality has also been greatly improved.

A month ago, it would have been hard for him to imagine that he could brag so much in front of executives of a large company and turn a movie that didn't even exist into a hot candidate for a Hollywood award.

His spirit became stronger and stronger, but unfortunately his body was still a weakling. After drinking with the investors for several days, he felt something was wrong.

He got drunk again that day and came home in a daze, feeling a dull pain in his stomach. He peeled two stomach medicine pills and stuffed them into his mouth, then curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

As a result, he was awakened by severe stomach pain in the middle of the night. Wen Qiu opened his dry eyes and felt a splitting headache. The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and his stomach was churning. He probably had a fever, and his throat felt as hot as if he had swallowed a piece of charcoal.

He got up and wanted to drink some cold water, but he was not fully sober yet. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground, hitting his shoulder on the coffee table, making a loud noise.

"Hiss..." Wen Qiu held his stomach and sat on the ground for a while, but the pain in his stomach became more and more severe, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He couldn't find his phone, so he struggled to get up, but heard the bedroom door open.

"Dad!" Wen Zhiyao came over barefoot with an anxious look on his face, "What's wrong with you?!"

"It's okay, I just drank a little too much." Wen Qiu put his hand on his tender shoulder, stood up, and sat back on the sofa weakly.

Wen Zhiyao was almost mad: "Last time you promised me that you wouldn't drink so much again!"

Wen Qiu sighed. He didn't want to drink the wine, but the drinking culture was unavoidable. If he didn't lead by example, could he expect his producer with three highs and the girls in the project team to accompany him in drinking?

"I'm sorry," he hummed softly to apologize, "Baby, can you give Dr. Du a call?"

"I'll be there right away." Fortunately, this wasn't the first time Wen Zhiyao had seen this situation, so he wasn't as anxious as he was at the beginning. He ran to get his cell phone to call the family doctor, then ran to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water for his father.

After the doctor came, he examined him and prescribed some medicine. Wen Qiu reluctantly took a hot bath and felt better. He then went to bed to rest under the supervision of Wen Zhiyao.

Wen Zhiyao was standing by his bed with red eyes. He thought about it again and again, and although he knew that this was something his father had forbidden, he still couldn't help but secretly took out his cell phone and called someone he trusted.

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Wen Qiu did not sleep comfortably. His stomach was uncomfortable and his head was aching. He tossed and turned and kicked off the quilt.

But just as his calves felt the chill, a hand pulled the quilt back and covered him tightly. In the dimness, he felt something cool covering his forehead, like a wet towel. Even more comfortable was the breath, as if he had fallen into a piece of cool snow, and the heat in his body dissipated.

The owner of that breath seemed to be very close. Soon his hand fell carefully, and like rubbing a puppy, he slowly combed through his hair and helped massage his aching head.

Wen Qiu hummed in comfort, and his cheek unconsciously moved closer to the warm palm. Because he was too familiar and too dependent, it took a long time for his head, which was like a pot of hot porridge, to feel something was wrong. He opened his eyes reluctantly and saw the man who had been sitting by the bed and taking care of him wholeheartedly.

It has been more than four years, and he couldn't remember when they had such a peaceful relationship. It seemed like reality, but also like a dream. Wen Qiu tried hard to stand up, blinking his sore eyes, "Pei Du?"

"Yeah." Pei Du pressed his shoulders to let him lie down, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him, "Don't get up, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Why are you in my house?" Wen Qiu had no strength, and his voice was soft and hoarse, "Oh, is it Xiaozhi..."

"He said that Daddy has made himself sick again," Pei Du said, "and he wants me to take care of you."

Did this kid think he wasn't annoying enough? If it were any other time, Wen Qiu would have stood up all his thorns and swelled up like a fat pufferfish, but he was dizzy from the fever and didn't have the strength to speak, so he just half-closed his eyes and said, "I'm fine, you can go."

"You've always told me that you're doing well now." Pei Du didn't leave. Not only did he not leave, he stretched out his hand to pry open his chin, not allowing him to avoid looking at him. "But with this look, how can you make me believe that you're doing well?"

Yes, yes, you saw me in such a mess again. I am indeed not as good as you. You can run a business empire with ease, but I have to work hard just to cultivate my own little piece of land. Wen Qiu's mind was buzzing, but I didn't rush to show off in front of you, so what does my situation have to do with you?
Wen Qiu was speechless, so he glared at him fiercely. Unfortunately, due to the fever, the corners of his eyes were red, so he had no intimidating effect.

"Nothing to say?" Pei Du's voice sounded a little cold, and his fingers slowly stroked his dry and cracked lips. Wen Qiu only noticed the clothes he put on carelessly, and the anger he tried hard to suppress between his eyebrows. He imagined how Pei Du received Xiao Zhiliao's call in the middle of the night, how he hurried over in a restless state, and what kind of mood he was in to take care of him silently all night...

But it wasn't his fault. He was just worried too much.

"No," Wen Qiu bit his finger and said, "What's wrong with me? It's none of your business."

Pei Du quickly withdrew his finger, but it was not because of the pain, but because of the heat in his mouth. He knew that everything Wen Qiu was going to say next was to make him angry, so although he was extremely unhappy in his heart, he still kept his voice gentle:
“Why not accept Fenghua Media’s investment?”

He refused the easy benefits and went out to look at people's faces, drinking until he was injured. Why is he so paranoid, so stubborn, and so unyielding?
"Is that an investment? You're giving away 100 million for nothing." Wen Qiu rolled his eyes weakly, "Spending your money, walking the road you paved, being your lover and pet...what's the difference from before."

"I didn't ask for that in return. You are free."

"Then I can't ask for it for nothing," Wen Qiu patted the back of his hand, "Pei Du, do you understand?"

How could he not understand? He was not stupid, and he had been thinking about it for four years, so he would understand.

Pei Du held his hand in his palm. He passed over this question that would never be answered and said in a businesslike manner, "Let's put aside personal feelings. From the perspective of the company's development, you should know that Fenghua Media is the best choice."

"The most important thing for financing is trust. The more trust you can gain, the more funds you can leverage. But now everyone knows that you are being targeted by Xie Guangming, and no one dares to bet on you easily." Pei Du analyzed in an orderly manner, "This is your first time as a director. No one believes in you as a rookie, but I believe - not out of emotion, but because I understand and recognize your ability. I am willing to invest in you because I believe you can bring me rich returns."

Even when he was a persuader, he always looked confident and calm, as if all the truths in the world were in his mouth. Wen Qiu could imagine how easily Pei Du could convince those picky and savvy businessmen when he stood in those meeting rooms that he had to work hard to get into.

"Okay, I admit you have a point." Although still a little weak, Wen Qiu propped himself up, leaned against the head of the bed, and looked him in the eye. "You can accept Fenghua Media's investment, but I don't want special treatment. No matter how cruel you are to others, don't be soft on me."

"..." Pei Du glanced at him silently. The sick OMEGA looked pale and weak, like a pear blossom soaked by rain, which only made him feel pity and distressed. Facing Wen Qiu, he didn't even know how to write the word "ruthless".

Wen Qiu seemed to understand his eyes, took a deep breath, and told him seriously: "I can accept the 100 million investment, but we have to sign a gambling agreement. If we make money, I will give you two-thirds of the box office revenue. If we lose money, I will use the company's shares to compensate you with interest. How about it?"

Signing a gambling agreement with my own wife, am I crazy? Pei Du thought it was absurd, but through that persistent gaze, he seemed to see the stars that never dimmed, and his heart suddenly moved. Compared with protecting the young bird in his palm, he realized that he might like to see him spread his wings and fly high.

"Okay, let's do as you say." Pei Du shook hands with him seriously, thinking that it would be best if the movie had a big box office hit, but if it lost money, could he give the boss himself as compensation to pay off the debt?

After reaching a verbal agreement, Wen Qiu felt relieved. Although he had set very harsh conditions for himself, he knew that he had received a favor from Pei Du this time. That was a 100 million yuan investment, without any evaluation or inspection, and without any guarantee. Apart from the lustful Pei, who dared to spend so much money like this?
"I will send someone to contact your company as soon as possible to finalize the contract," Wen Qiu shrunk an inch into the quilt, "Let's be more formal from now on. I don't want to discuss business in bed anymore."

Pei Du nodded in agreement, thinking that Wen Qiu, dressed in a suit and tie and strategizing at the negotiation table, must be very interesting.

Wen Qiu was like a soft invertebrate. He quickly slid into the bed, his eyelids heavily closed, and he looked passive and unwilling to see anyone coming.

He must be very tired, but he was forced to cheer himself up and talk business with him. "If you are tired, go to bed early. I will go back when your fever goes down."

Pei Du reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead again, but Wen Qiu suddenly held his hand and placed it on his lips. When he spoke, the hot breath tickled his palm. He said, "You've come here, are you leaving like this?"

Pei Du's breathing was staggered, and he looked up to meet his gaze. Those green eyes were clear and soft, showing a kind of sickly moisture, and there was a hook hidden in the eyes, which was trying to hook his heart little by little.

Wen Qiu kissed slowly along the veins of his palm, his voice was soft and hoarse, and he seemed to be easy to bully. "I heard that people with fever feel hot and soft inside, and have no ability to resist at all. Don't you want to give it a try, Mr. Pei?"

(End of this chapter)