The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

There is a reward for every effort, Jin Ling felt relieved now, and looked at her God of Wealth eagerly, "You say."

Pei Du said slowly: "First of all, whether it is finding someone to teach Wen Qiu the script he is writing or to help him revise it, I hope that this script can be used in the end and his name will appear on the screenwriter's list."

"The second thing is, I have already contacted Director Sun, and he is willing to accept Wen Qiu as his screenwriter. But I hope you can bring this up and recommend Wen Qiu in your name."

It's one thing to be used to it, but Jin Ling was shocked to actually participate in this kind of capital operation. You have to know that Wen Qiu is not even an actor, just a screenwriter. It's okay for President Pei to spend money, but the complicated operation behind it can be said to be painstaking.

Perhaps Wen Qiu was really at the top of his heart. When Pei Du mentioned that name, he was very cautious in his words.

He didn't want Wen Qiu to know the operation behind it, and he obviously knew that he was a child with a strong self-esteem. Jin Ling couldn't help but recall every bit of her time with Wen Qiu. This child really never showed off his backers, and grew up quickly with his own understanding and spirit of not being afraid of hardship.

She should have agreed to it right away, but her admiration for Wen Qiu made her hesitate.

"How about it, have you thought about it?" Pei Du asked patiently.

"Boss Pei is willing to pave the way for Wen Qiu. That's really thoughtful of you." Jin Ling acted embarrassed. "So I have a few words to say, but I don't know whether I should say them or not."

"Please feel free to do so."

"I don't think this is a good arrangement for Wen Qiu," Jin Ling said. "He still lacks experience. If he joins Director Sun's crew directly, it would be like forcing him to grow too fast."

"I will find him a master to teach him, and I will also take care of the others, so don't worry about that."

"But do you think Wen Qiu wouldn't notice it? He's more sensitive to these things than anyone else, and he never believes in good luck that falls from the sky." Jin Ling said, "If he knew you were behind this, he might not be grateful to you..."

No, of course not. I'm afraid he will get into a mad quarrel with me, just like he did in the Fenghua Entertainment office. His useless self-esteem made even Pei Du feel helpless. "I know very well what will happen, but these are all arrangements that are beneficial to him. He will be grateful to me in the future."

Jin Ling opened her mouth. She knew that there were some things she shouldn't say, but she admired the boy after all. Sometimes when she saw his stubbornness, she would think of herself when she was just starting out many years ago. So she still said it, to a person she couldn't afford to offend: "Mr. Pei, I shouldn't have said these words. I really want your investment. But you may have used the wrong method in this matter.

"Wen Qiu is the most diligent and hardworking child I have ever met. Writing is not only a means of making a living for him, but also his passion and dream. He wants to succeed through his own efforts more than anyone else. If you use some means to force the fruits of success on him, it will probably only make him angry and disappointed, and hurt his self-esteem."

Pei Du tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, looking at her calmly, not knowing whether he thought she was bold or ungrateful. Jin Ling felt a little regretful, blaming herself for talking too much nonsense. With such generous conditions, why not just accept them directly?

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have said this..."

"It's okay. I'm very educated." After a moment's silence, Pei Du asked, "So you think that what I'm doing will not only not help, but will only have the opposite effect? ​​Even as a lover, I'd better not interfere in his affairs?"

Jin Ling nodded: "I think that being in love with you may be a very stressful thing - I am not blaming you - but the identities and status, circles and cognition between you are too different, and Wen Qiu is also young. It is normal for him to have naive idealism at this age. Sometimes, accepting your kindness will become a heavy burden for him."

Jin Ling couldn't help but sigh when she said this. Even though she had many years of social experience and had achieved a certain status through hard work, she would still be shy when sitting opposite Pei Du. She would care whether her bag and clothes matched the style of the restaurant, the dining etiquette, and whether every word she said could stand up to scrutiny.

How much pressure would Wen Qiu be under, dating someone who is almost from a different world?
Pei Du didn't speak for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. He slowly rubbed his little finger, but there was no ring on it. He asked humbly, "So in your opinion, if this method doesn't work, how can I help him?"

"Let's do a hypothetical scenario," Jin Ling said. "Suppose you are a poor boy with nothing, no money and no power. What else can you do?"

That would probably only provide worthless companionship and comfort, Pei Du thought boredly, and then come up with a hundred stupid ideas to accompany him in his anxiety.

After all, he had never been completely destitute, so he had no imagination about these things. However, the conversation with Jin Ling was still beneficial. For the first time, he examined his relationship with Wen Qiu from a third-party perspective. Before, he just gave kindness casually based on his heart, and never cared whether Wen Qiu really liked it or could afford it.

If it was just treating a lover who came at his call, that would be enough, but for the current Wen Qiu, the old methods would not work - he didn't want to see Wen Qiu's sad look that morning again. The red eyes and the expression on the verge of crying would make his heart tighten and ache.

"Maybe you already have some answers in your mind. To be honest, I really want your help, but I also hope that my students can be happy." Jin Ling took out a business plan from her bag, "If you don't mind, can you give me some more time? I still want to introduce our drama to you. In fact, it has been scheduled to be broadcast on Channel X, and the revenue is very optimistic..." "No need to show it to me," Pei Du came back to his senses and smiled, "Your words gave me a lot of inspiration. As a reward, I am willing to continue to invest in "Season of Love". To be honest, I was mostly with Wen Qiu when he was writing, and I also have deep feelings for this drama."

Jin Ling opened her eyes slightly. That was a funding gap of several million. Could it really be solved in just a few words? Where did this God of Wealth come from? How could Wen Qiu keep it hidden and not reveal anything?

"Don't worry about the funding. I hope Wen Qiu's first work can be perfect." Pei Du raised his glass and touched hers. "I wish you success."

Jin Ling smiled and raised her glass to greet him, "I wish you success too."

The two of them had a great conversation. It was already late at night when they returned home from the restaurant. Jin Ling took a shower, removed her makeup, put on a facial mask as usual, and began to reply to the messages and emails that she would never finish reading. Next, she would follow up on the dramas she was following, follow up on the work of the entire crew, and review the manuscripts over and over again. In the dead of night, she would start writing herself to deal with the most difficult parts of the script.

Every day is made up of such busyness. Just maintaining the glamorous status quo requires all efforts. But today is a day worth celebrating. A meal solved the imminent funding problem. Jin Ling poured a glass of wine and put her work aside for the time being. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a stack of crumpled papers.

That was the manuscript Wen Qiu handed to her, a thick stack. Just one glance at it showed that it was a waste of effort. He didn't know how many times he had revised it.

For some reason, Jin Ling thought of Pei Du, thinking about the noble young master's demeanor. Behind his slightly distant politeness was the aura of a superior who always looked down on the world. The things he promised casually might be everything that ordinary people dream of.

Such a person actually had an affair with her cute student. Haha, it’s not allowed to write such a story in TV dramas nowadays…

Jin Ling drank the wine in her glass, picked up the manuscript again, and turned the pages one by one. It was the first time she read so seriously that after only the third page, she couldn't help but sit up straight, deeply attracted by the story.

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That same night, Wen Qiu also went out full of hope. He Yu asked him out for dinner, saying that he knew a director and screenwriter friend, and they were all in the same industry, so they could have dinner and chat together.

For Wen Qiu, who had just lost hope, this was an opportunity he had been waiting for. He dressed himself up, looking a little haggard recently, so he combed his hair before leaving, trying to make himself look more energetic.

He Yu drove him to the bustling downtown area. Wen Qiu looked out the window and felt that the surrounding scenery was becoming more and more familiar. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, when the car stopped, he suddenly saw an extremely familiar sign: Lost Star Club.

This was where he worked every night when he first came to Jianghe City.

It was also the place where he had to wear sexy uniforms, endure endless sexual harassment, and was nearly raped.

It was also the place where he first met Pei Du, was teased to the point of crying, and was given 5,200 yuan in charity.

He thought he would never return to this dirty swamp. He felt that he could never wash away the mud he brought from there. Dark and depressing memories surged up crazily. Wen Qiu sat in the car without moving. He Yu opened the door for him. "What's wrong? Get out of the car quickly. We are a little late."

"…It's okay." Wen Qiu rubbed his forehead.

After all, he came as a guest, and he still has brother He Yu.

Following the unfamiliar waiter into the box, he indeed felt the difference of being a guest. Everyone was respectful and there were no uncomfortable looks.

The box didn't smell like alcohol, and the men and women looked respectable, drinking and chatting. There were a few pretty OMEGA waiters between the seats, but they were just serving as flower pots.

He Yu put his arm around his shoulders and took him directly to meet the man sitting in the middle - he was an old man in his sixties, dressed in black, and looked energetic. Wen Qiu almost exclaimed, that was the famous director Sun Jiangong!
"Hello, Director Sun," He Yu smiled humbly at Director Sun, and put his arm around Wen Qiu's shoulders, asking him to bend down and greet him. "This is my younger brother Wen Qiu, a screenwriter. I mentioned him to you."

"Wen Qiu..." Sun Jiangong looked up at him with sharp eyes and smiled strangely, "I know."

(End of this chapter)