The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Director Sun is highly respected in the industry, but he is also picky and harsh. He has worked with many actors of the older generation, and has never taken the younger generation's traffic seriously.

Now, when Director Sun said that he "knew" this newcomer, the people around him couldn't help but cast curious glances at him. Even under the dim light of the box, that OMEGA was too good-looking. It was a very contagious beauty, and one could completely imagine what kind of aggressive effect it would present through the packaging of the lens.

"Which company's newcomer?" A random exchange of words began. "It's obvious that he'll be famous..."

"Oh, didn't you just hear what Mr. He said? He is a screenwriter."

"Screenwriter? What a waste..."

Director Sun spoke slowly amidst the noise: "You are quite capable."

Wen Qiu was puzzled and a little terrified. He just bowed his head and said "Thank you Director Sun", then sat down with He Yu - of course he didn't know that there were two powerful ALPHAs in front and behind him who were willing to spend a lot of money on him and bring him in front of the arrogant Director Sun.

He Yu was very talkative, and even though this was not a circle he was familiar with, he quickly became friendly with the people around him. He consciously took Wen Qiu to socialize and introduced him to those famous screenwriters, directors, and producers in the industry.

After a round of toasts, He Yu very boldly started to talk to Director Sun. However, Director Sun was very arrogant. Not only He Yu, but even other acquaintances were ignored by him. He just sat there like a big chimney, constantly puffing out clouds of smoke.

"Although my brother is young, he is very talented. He even won the special prize of the Wenxin Cup..." He Yu still had a smile on his face and pushed Wen Qiu forward. "He is currently studying in Jin Ling's studio and has always been ranked first..."

Although Wen Qiu was grateful to him, he was suffering from a severe social anxiety attack at the moment, so he forced a smile at Director Sun. This was a big prize for him, but it was just a small thing for the seniors present.

"Yeah." Director Sun really blew out a puff of smoke from his nostrils. His eyeballs wrapped in eye bags turned around and looked Wen Qiu up and down. "Your teacher is Jin Ling?"

"Yes."

"Jin Ling's first works were very interesting. I remember her," Director Sun said calmly, "but she became just like everyone else later on."

There was a hint of surprise in Wen Qiu's eyes. Actually, he kind of agreed with Director Sun's opinion, but he felt a little uncomfortable when his teacher was evaluated like this in public.

"You can only learn so much from her." Director Sun tapped off the ash from his cigarette. "I always say, 'What kind of soil you grow, what kind of crops you grow.' If you really have talent, you should go to the soil that suits you."

Wen Qiu was unsure of what he meant, so he frowned and said, "Thank you, Director Sun, for your advice."

In the following gathering, not only Wen Qiu discovered it, but others also felt that Director Sun was indeed very interested in him. About half of Director Sun's words tonight were addressed to Wen Qiu, and it was obvious that he wanted to cultivate him.

Wen Qiu accepted his kindness and tried his best to smile and please him, but he felt more and more annoyed. He thought that what he was doing was no different from what Liu Xingchen was doing who was following Jin Ling.

After three rounds of drinks, He Yu had become familiar with the group of people and was passing cigarettes around. The very considerate hostesses would come to light the cigarettes for the guests with lighters in a coquettish manner.

In the past, I played such a role.

Wen Qiu suddenly raised his hand, He Yu was stunned, and then put a cigarette in his hand. Wen Qiu looked up at him with the cigarette in his mouth, and He Yu smiled helplessly and bent down to light the cigarette for him.

There seemed to be a chuckle coming from the side: "Mr. He really dotes on his younger brother..."

Wen Qiu leaned against the sofa, crossed his legs, and took a puff of cigarette silently. He suddenly stood up and said to He Yu, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Well, come back early." He Yu patted his back.

Wen Qiu left the smoky room and took a deep breath. What remained behind was a revelry filled with decadence and the temptation of money, power and fame. Director Sun sat in the midst of all this, unmoved, like a dark Buddha statue.

Pray to him and let your wish come true - but is this really what he wants? He hasn't experienced the joy and longing he felt when he wrote "The Buried Rose" for a long time.

Wen Qiu leaned on the corridor, smoking silently.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, who was still wearing the tight uniform of the club, but looked a little older. When they passed by, they accidentally met each other's eyes, and the man quickly looked away, lowered his head and quickened his pace.

"You, come here." Wen Qiu hooked his fingers holding the cigarette, "Or do you want me to invite you over, Foreman Yao?"

The foreman in front of him was the one who had taken special care of him when he was working at Mixing last year. After he was nearly raped by Boss Cao, he tricked him into the alley where Boss Cao was lying in ambush and locked the only door for him to escape.

If he had not tried his best to escape, he would have been beaten and raped in that alley, and then taken away by Boss Cao to continue to torture him, and his children would have starved to death at home... It was a life so miserable that it made people vomit just by imagining it.

The foreman came over tremblingly, and his years of snobbish eyes immediately noticed the brand of his clothes and the value of his watch. A year later, this beautiful OMEGA who used to be obedient and silent in the club had obviously climbed up the ladder and was no longer someone he could afford to offend.

"Guest...is there anything I can do for you?"

Wen Qiu looked at him ruthlessly: "In fact, I have had a question for the past year. If I don't figure it out, I really won't be able to sleep well."

"What?" The foreman shuddered under his cold gaze.

"I'm curious, how much did you sell me for?" "What? I didn't..."

"I say, how much money did Boss Cao give you to deliver me to him?" Wen Qiu stepped forward and crushed the cigarette butt on his collar. The cheap fabric was immediately burned with a hole. The foreman's face twisted for a moment, but he didn't dare to move. "Are you surprised to see me standing here intact? I heard that after Boss Cao had those prostitutes crippled, he would send them to the store to have sex."

The foreman trembled with fear, "Five hundred... He gave me five hundred, but, but I really didn't know what would happen. He just asked me to lock the door! I'm sorry, I was wrong, but can't you be well now? Go and seek revenge on Boss Cao. This is really none of my business!"

Five hundred yuan, that was his price... Wen Qiu smiled and suddenly felt that it was all so ridiculous. His life was so cheap, being tossed around by different hands. Even though he was now acting like a tyrant in front of a little waiter, he would have to go into the box and act like a whore and smile.

"Can I, can I leave now? I still have things to do..." Seeing that he looked strange, the foreman quietly took two steps back.

"Don't leave. Our store has a rule that we should try our best to meet customers' requests. It doesn't count as wasting working time." Wen Qiu took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a wad of money, and gently slapped him on the cheek. "There's a tip for accompanying me. How about 500 yuan for each slap?"

"Really?" The foreman's eyes flickered, as if he couldn't believe that there was such a good bargain.

"Really." Wen Qiu bared his teeth, "Go ahead."

The foreman closed his eyes, raised his hand and slapped himself in the face. The loud and crisp "slap" sound echoed in the empty corridor.

Wen Qiu pulled out a stack of money and threw it down. The foreman knelt down and picked up the bills one by one, with an unconcealed look of joy on his face, and then he raised his hand and slapped himself a second time.

It turned out that in his eyes, his life was just as cheap. The slaps continued, and Wen Qiu scattered all the money on the ground. He didn't feel relieved, but sad. Even the foreman's busy figure picking up the money was annoying. He suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the foreman's hand, saying maliciously: "Hey, I insulted you like this, have you ever thought about taking revenge on me?"

The foreman looked up blankly, his cloudy eyes empty. "You're good-looking, I knew you could hook up with the big boss, so you have to hold on to your position and never fall. Otherwise..." He smiled hollowly, "Everyone wants to take a bite of you, that's how the world is."

"Ha..." Wen Qiu turned his head and laughed from his chest. Even a bitch seemed to know his situation and came to teach him a lesson! He was so angry that he was shaking, but it was meaningless to vent to someone who had no self-esteem. With trembling hands, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, only to find that he had no light.

"What's wrong?" A gentle and calm voice suddenly came from behind, "You've been out for so long and haven't come back."

He Yu looked at the scene in front of him calmly. The waiter knelt on the ground, trying to take out a banknote that had floated under the cabinet, and his face was swollen.

"Did the waiter offend you?" He Yu took Wen Qiu's hand distressedly, fearing that he would hurt himself by using too much force. He was relieved to see that his hand was fine. "For this kind of thing, just ask the manager to punish you."

Then he tilted his head and glanced at the foreman, "Go away, don't get in the way here."

The foreman ran away with his arms full of money.

"It's okay," Wen Qiu lowered his eyelashes, the anger lingering between his eyebrows had not yet dissipated, and asked hoarsely, "Is there a fire?"

"Stop smoking. It's not good for your health." He Yu took the cigarette from his knuckles. "Let's go back. Director Sun just asked about you."

"I don't want to go back." Wen Qiu knew he was wasting his chance, but he felt very heavy-hearted. He even blamed He Yu for bringing him here arbitrarily. "Thank you for today. You must have put a lot of thought into me...but I can't seem to bear it."

He Yu pushed his glasses, feeling somewhat dissatisfied. He had no idea how many connections he had made and how many gifts he had given in order to get in touch with Director Sun. He had prepared this gift carefully because he saw how hard Wen Qiu had been working on the script recently. But who knew that he had not received any favorable response from the audience, and had even made the audience unhappy.

The child who used to be as transparent as crystal glass could not hide any of his thoughts in front of him. He laughed when he was happy and cried when he was sad. But now, He Yu found that he could not see through Wen Qiu. He had become a complicated puzzle, a door with a thousand locks.

"Okay, I'll go back and say hello, and then we'll go." He Yu sighed, hoping that his efforts now would get him what he wanted, "Brother really has no way to deal with you."

He Yu returned to the box again. Wen Qiu stared at his back in a daze for a long time.

I remember that when discussing the male lead's image at a regular meeting, he asked Jin Ling a question: "Are there absolutely good people in this world? Are there good intentions without any reason? Can such a stereotyped image really convince the audience?"

Jin Ling told him: "It is precisely because it does not exist in reality that we have to create an ideal image so that the audience can dream about it."

Yes, perfect good people only exist in creation, and there is no kindness without reason in the world. Even if it was He Yu, Wen Qiu believed that he must have some purpose to be so kind to him regardless of gains and losses.

But fortunately, what he had was very little, so he was not afraid of being coveted. Wen Qiu was very sure that he would not fall in love with him, so he was fearless. Unlike Pei Du, that guy would take away everything from him, his love, his enthusiasm, his hope, and finally his entire self.

In his aimless thoughts, He Yu came out of the box and whispered to someone on the phone, "I'm talking about business with a client, I will be back later today... Dad, you should go to bed early..."

Suddenly, he paused, not expecting Wen Qiu to be waiting for him at the door. He hung up the phone as usual, then smiled and raised the car keys in his hand, "Let's go, it's still early, I'll take you for a drive to relax."

Wen Qiu seemed to have heard nothing and said "hmm". He Yu considerately put his coat on him, took him out of the club, and told him not to catch a cold.

They didn't notice that in a dark corner, someone quietly pressed the shutter button towards their leaving figures.

"Click."

(End of this chapter)