The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

After figuring out the root of the problem, Wen Qiu deeply regretted what he had said.

No one knows better than him what it feels like to sell out one's dignity. Sometimes, just for a little money, an opportunity, or some security, people like them who have nothing are forced to sell out everything.

But how to apologize? How to ask for Jiang Mingxin's forgiveness? How to make up for his lost opportunities? Wen Qiu raised his head and looked at Pei Du: "I made it impossible for him to participate in the exhibition at Zero One Art Museum... Can you help?"

"I haven't heard of this company's name, maybe I need to ask." Pei Du picked up the phone, "But it can be less complicated. Instead of following the school to get a booth, why not open an independent art exhibition at Bosch?"

Bosch Art Museum is the largest private art museum in Jianghe City, no, it should be said that it is the largest private art museum in the whole country. For an artist to hold an exhibition in such a place, both strength and connections are indispensable.

"Is it okay?" Wen Qiu asked eagerly.

Pei Du dialed a number and asked him to wait.

The call was quickly connected, and Pei Xiao's cheerful voice rang out: "Brother, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Pei Du briefly explained his purpose, and Pei Xiao agreed without thinking: "No problem, I'll go tell Sister Su Yuan, she asked me to find a Ming Dynasty painting last time, and she still owes me a favor. I'll go ask now, and call you in ten minutes."

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, Pei Xiao called and said that he could choose any time he wanted. Also sent over was a WeChat message from the curator.

Wen Qiu sighed again. Any seemingly troublesome matter in this world could be solved with just a few phone calls from Pei Du. But for him, this was a great favor. What Pei Du did for him now was definitely beyond the scope of the "safety rope"'s duties.

Pei Du arranged the exhibition and reached out to touch his head, "Well done."

Wen Qiu looked at him puzzledly, not knowing where this inexplicable compliment came from.

"I praise you for finally understanding how to use resources correctly."

"..." Wen Qiu calmly moved his head away, not wanting him to touch it.

Pei Du looked at him with a smile: "Come on, now that you have come to your senses, tell me if you have any troubles, and I will help you solve them."

Wen Qiu knew he was talking about the Jin Ling Studio, but he was stubborn to the end: "Just don't worry about this matter, let me do it myself."

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The next day, Wen Qiu got up early and made a lot of green rice dumplings with different flavors. He divided them into three portions, kept one at home, prepared one for Pei Du, and put the remaining one in his backpack, and then went to school.

He and Jiang Mingxin met at the school cafe. Jiang Mingxin gave him the packaged green rice dumplings and then talked about the exhibition.

He thought Jiang Mingxin would hesitate, after all, this opportunity was too challenging for a student, but he didn't expect Jiang Mingxin to accept it excitedly, "Okay, okay!"

Then he opened his arms and gave Wen Qiu a bear hug, as if they had never had an argument. "Pei Du is really awesome. If you meet a man like him, you should marry him as soon as possible, and don't let him run away."

Wen Qiu had something on his mind, and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you scared?"

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Mingxin tilted his head.

"Getting something you can't bear, and having nothing to give back."

Jiang Mingxin understood what he meant. It would be better to say that he had witnessed Wen Qiu's struggle all along the way. He smiled and patted Wen Qiu on the shoulder: "How could it be, all this is what we deserve."

Wen Qiu looked at him in confusion.

"We OMEGA have encountered so many dangers and suffered so much injustice since we were young. If we want to do anything, we have to pay several times the price of others. Think about it, isn't it?" Jiang Mingxin said, "Take me for example. I came from a remote village. If I hadn't gone out to study, I would have been sold to some ALPHA as a wife. I have been teaching myself to paint since junior high school. My family has never given me a penny because they think OMEGA can't accomplish anything."

Jiang Mingxin held Wen Qiu's hand, and Wen Qiu realized that his fingers were rough, just like his own, a pair of hands that were used to doing heavy work. "Let's talk about you. You are so beautiful. I don't need to guess how many disgusting things you have encountered since you were a child."

A series of figures flashed through Wen Qiu's mind, from Lu Yillong to Manager Cui, from Boss Cao to Wei Ziying to Zhang Mingqi. These guiltless murderers chose him for only one reason - he was an OMEGA with no one to rely on.

"Alpha, on the other hand, has an easy life, getting whatever they want is easy. We have to go through so much hardship to get in front of them, and yet they still hug us and take advantage of us." Jiang Mingxin fiercely forked a green dumpling, "This world is unfair to us. Don't be afraid to fight for your interests, because that's just taking back what we deserve."

Wen Qiu couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't completely agree with Jiang Mingxin's words, this kind of righteous energy still made him feel relieved.

"Oh, you smiled at me again." Jiang Mingxin held a green dumpling in her mouth and looked at him with a wink, "Are you not angry with me anymore?"

"I've never been angry with you." Wen Qiu said seriously, "If you encounter such things again in the future, don't go to that fat pig, come to me directly." I went to exchange with Pei Du.

"I love you so much, baby!" Jiang Mingxin smiled and shook his hand. "Remember to bring your loved one to see my exhibition."

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Wen Qiu was very glad that he had restored the friendship in time. Pei Du once again generously provided help, which undoubtedly made him very grateful. With the current relationship, the only way for Wen Qiu to express his gratitude was to become more demanding in bed and cooperate with all kinds of play, which made Pei Du very happy.

On this day, Wen Qiu went to Pei Du's house after class. Pei Du was in a video conference in the study and had no time to greet him, so he went into the bathroom, took a shower, and prepared for the expansion.

After taking a shower, Wen Qiu habitually picked up his phone and suddenly saw an email reminder on the screen. The sender was "Jin Ling Screenwriting Studio". His heart began to pound, and he swiped the screen with his wet fingers three times before he opened the email.

After reading the email quickly, Wen Qiu threw himself on the sofa excitedly and rolled over with his pillow. He calmed his pounding heart and read the email again word by word, with the corners of his mouth curled up wildly.

"What are you so happy about?"

Wen Qiu raised his head and found that Pei Du had been standing at the door at some point, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Jin Ling - do you know that Jin Ling? She asked me to attend her screenwriting training class!" Wen Qiu's eyes sparkled. He ran over to him and showed him the email. "Look, there are only 10 students in total. She will personally guide them throughout the whole process and let them participate in the scriptwriting! She also said that she likes my style very much and is looking forward to my performance!"

"Wow," Pei Du exclaimed, "Congratulations, Jin Ling is indeed a very talented screenwriter among the younger generation."

"That's not the point. The point is that I can participate in the creation!" Wen Qiu said, "The script their studio is writing will start filming this summer and will be released next year. I checked their studio and all the screenwriters involved have their names signed. If I can participate, I can have my own work!"

Pei Du saw that he was fragrant and steaming, his cheeks were rosy, and his light green eyes seemed to have twinkling stars. He looked really attractive and cute. He couldn't help but kiss his hair. The ends of his hair that were not completely dried were damp and exuded a refreshing shampoo scent.

"Hey, stop kissing me..." Wen Qiu was touched by his hair and dodged for a moment because of the itch. "Are you listening to me? This is a very important event in my life!"

"Listen, our Xiaoqiu is really amazing." Pei Du put his arms around his neck to prevent him from hiding, and kissed him to his heart's content. At the same time, he had prepared his words in his mind - he did not intend to let Wen Qiu join Jin Ling Studio.

He was in a high position, and he could see many things more clearly than Wen Qiu. Jin Ling's contract with Fenghua Media ended the year before last, and she was not retained by the salary increase. She resolutely left Fenghua and planned to open a screenwriting studio with her friends. Of course, there was no problem with her work ability, but being a boss required another kind of talent.

Before the studio was even opened, she had a falling out with her partner, and many of the employees she had recruited left with her partner, leaving only an empty shell. The remaining people worked hard to write a TV series script, but it was wasted because the investor withdrew halfway - this is of course a common thing in the industry, but it is a fatal blow to a startup company.

The studio itself is in danger, and the film and television projects it cooperates with are not optimistic. Not long ago, Jin Ling took the initiative to find her old employer to attract investment. The so-called screenwriter training class can only be regarded as apprentices, not even interns. They work for free and don’t get paid. The project may fail at any time.

Pei Du has a lot of top resources. Even if he doesn't put Wen Qiu in Fenghua Entertainment, he can let him participate in a better screenwriter studio, and it's only a matter of a word to put him directly to Lu Jia.

However, seeing that Wen Qiu was in high spirits, he did not intend to pour cold water on him immediately. He planned to hold him down and enjoy himself first to distract his attention, and then use the art of language to convince him.

Wen Qiu was very excited and had no intention of doing anything. He insisted on taking him out, saying that he would treat him to a barbecue. Master Pei wore an expensive coat and condescended to accompany him to the small shop, and was even stared at. However, the skewers there were indeed delicious. Wen Qiu ordered several bottles of beer and toasted with him happily.

After drinking a few bottles of beer, Wen Qiu's mood became more and more excited. On the way back, she held his hand, swaying gently with her steps, and humming a recent popular song out of tune.

Only at this moment did he look like a 22-year-old carefree college student, but it was a pity that the reason for his enthusiasm was not himself. Pei Du held his hand in return, and fortunately he was pulled aside in time when he was about to hit the fire hydrant due to excessive excitement.

When they got home, Pei Du took off his coat and handed it to Wen Qiu as he did before. But Wen Qiu threw the coat to the ground and looked at him with a half-drunk look: "Am I your maid?"

Pei Du raised an eyebrow, and went straight forward to push the man down on the floor of the entrance hall. The expensive coat served as a cushion, and was weighed down by the weight of the two people. Wen Qiu muttered, "Fuck, it's expensive."

"Do you think the shirt you're tearing up now is not expensive?" Pei Du pinched his chin, "Focus."

As he spoke, the buttons of his shirt fell to the ground, bouncing far away. Wen Qiu tilted his head back, squinted his eyes and let him kiss him.

After a while of making love, the two of them hugged each other on the bed and chatted. Pei Du had something to say in his mind, so he kept looking for an opportunity to unload, but Wen Qiu was still talking excitedly, worrying about whether he could not keep up because of his lack of experience, and imagining which celebrities he would meet when he joined the crew to follow the filming.

Pei Du looked at him with one hand on his head, and he never had the chance to say what was in his heart. In fact, he didn't want to interrupt, because Wen Qiu was always very silent in front of him, like a narrow-mouthed gourd, unable to utter a few words for a long time. Only when he was really happy would he talk non-stop, like a chirping sparrow.

Wen Qiuguang said that it was not enough, and he turned on his phone to play a clip of "The End of the Wind". "This was my favorite TV series when I was in high school. Because I liked it so much, I went to find its script to read. This was my first time reading a script, and I found that it had a completely different charm from film and television dramas. It was from that time that I thought it would be great to be a screenwriter. I didn't expect that after so many years, I would have the opportunity to meet Jin Ling in person..."

The costume drama was visibly poor, but the lines were affectionate and made it a dark horse that year. The male and female protagonists in the video spoke lines of life and death, and the flickering light was reflected on Wen Qiu's cheeks. His eyes were still as enthusiastic as a teenager.

Pei Du looked at him, his heart moved slightly, as if he had been staring at a puzzle for too long, and suddenly found the answer - he could give Wen Qiu a lot of better things, but they might not be his favorite. Why must he interfere with his choice? He was still so young, even failure was valuable experience.

What's more, with myself as the "safety rope", even if he falls, he won't fall badly, and there will be a chance to start over again.

Just let it go, let him go and let him fly hard. His little eagle may one day really be able to spread its wings and fly and find the boundless sky that belongs to him.

(End of this chapter)