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Chapter 544 made Zhang Long cry.

Eating too much barbecue is not good for your health.

This is the idea in Cao Sheng's mind.

But sometimes I crave it after not eating it for a long time.

Just like tonight, he took Tan Yu to a barbecue restaurant, ordered a bunch of skewers, and a few bottles of ice-cold beer. In June, Huizhou is already quite hot. Although it is cooler at night, drinking ice-cold beer is still not out of place.

Instead of sitting inside the shop, they chose a folding table outside the shop.

reason?

It's cool outside, and the air is better than inside the store.

During the day, Cao Sheng might have to worry about being recognized, but now it's midnight, there are very few pedestrians on the street, and generally no one will be staring at him.

Huang Lijun and Qu Hai, who were protecting him, sat at a table next to him and also ordered some food.

"What have you been busy with lately?"

While eating skewers, Cao Sheng casually asked Tan Yu a question.

Tan Yu chuckled, "Me? What can I be busy with? Besides teaching, I read books and occasionally try writing novels."

Influenced by Cao Sheng, she once really wanted to pursue a career in writing. She thought that if she didn't understand something, she could take advantage of her proximity to Cao Sheng and ask him for advice anytime. Cao Sheng wouldn't refuse to teach her, would he?

But after writing for a short time, she gradually realized that she couldn't keep going.

Cao Sheng could guide her and give her advice, but he couldn't help her write.

To embark on the path of writing, she needed to write at least several thousand words every day. She could manage for one or two days, but she really couldn't stick to it for three, five, or even half a month.

Every time I pick up a pen, I have to fight against my own inertia.

Is it more comfortable to rest?
Is typing painful?
Not only do you have to write it out word by word, but you also have to consider the characters, plot, main storyline, subplots, details, and summaries. The more you think about it, the more your head aches.

Therefore, her enthusiasm for writing has waned considerably recently.

I only write a thousand or two words when I feel like it occasionally.

However, after she tried writing novels, she gradually realized how amazing Cao Sheng was.

From his freshman year of college, he wrote tirelessly, producing one book after another. He not only wrote every day, but each book also achieved excellent results.

Not only that, he also finds time to write scripts and lyrics.

Sometimes, she really wanted to ask him how he managed to persevere.
Doesn't he get annoyed typing so many words every day?
How is he able to overcome inertia?
She even doubted that he had any laziness at all.

Cao Sheng glanced at her, smiled, and raised his wine glass in a gesture of respect. Tan Yu raised her glass and clinked it with his.

After taking two gulps, Cao Sheng put down his wine glass, picked up a skewer of mutton, and put it in his mouth. The mutton at this shop was very fresh. A whole sheep was hanging at the entrance of the shop, and the staff kept cutting meat off the sheep and skewering it onto bamboo sticks.

Therefore, these lamb skewers taste very delicious.

The key is that the price is very cheap, only 50 cents a skewer.

The price is justified because the restaurant uses fresh lamb.

Those barbecue shops that use frozen lamb only charge two cents for a skewer of lamb.

For Cao Sheng, who had been reborn, such a price was very cheap.

Before his rebirth, these fresh lamb skewers were already selling for five or six yuan a skewer, and some shops even sold them for eight or ten yuan a skewer.

Summer vacation is almost here, what are your plans? Going home?

Cao Sheng then started another topic.

Tan Yu nodded and hummed in agreement. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she looked up at Cao Sheng and smiled, "However, if you want me to spend the summer vacation with you, then I won't go home this summer vacation."

After saying that, he looked at Cao Sheng expectantly.

She hoped Cao Sheng would let her stay.

She had just realized this was a good opportunity; if she could stay with Cao Sheng for the summer, she could probably become his official girlfriend.

Cao Sheng picked up a skewer of lamb kidneys, took a bite and chewed it. He looked up at her and saw the expectant look in her eyes.

I instantly guessed what she was thinking.

He chuckled, "No need! Your parents must have missed you for a long time. They'll be very disappointed if you don't go back."

Tan Yu wanted to try and persuade her, "It's okay! I can go back to see them when I have some free time. The rest of the time, I can stay here with you. After all, summer vacation is so long, right? I'm quite bored being alone in my hometown. How about we just make it a happy decision? I'll just stay here and eat and drink for free this summer?"

She had a bright smile.

Cao Sheng took another bite of the lamb kidney. "Free food and drinks? You've spent all the money I gave you last time?"

He gave her 10,000 last time.

This was the largest allowance he had given her since they became intimate.

Normally, they only give a few hundred.

After all, if you give too much pocket money, it's no longer pocket money.

The key point is that, as a reborn individual, he is always influenced by some of the beliefs he held before his rebirth.

Before his rebirth, there were many popular ideas about male-female relationships.

For example: money is for women to see, not for them to spend.

He's even more outrageous; he's usually reluctant to show his money to women.

The women who are with him usually only see his villa, his nice cars, his income occasionally exposed in the news, and his investments in Tencent and Ali.

These are things he can't hide.

Do you really want to see his money?

He has never shown the hundreds of thousands of yuan in cash in his villa to anyone.

Tan Yu shook her head, "No! How could I possibly spend all that money? No, no! I'm not the kind of woman who spends money recklessly, really! If you don't believe me, we can find an ATM later, and I'll show you the balance in my bank card. I still have over eight thousand left of the money you gave me!"

Her words startled Cao Sheng.

It felt like she was trying her best to prove something.

Cao Sheng carefully observed her expression and understood—she seemed to be proving that she wasn't a woman who squandered money, nor the kind of woman unsuitable for domestic life.

Cao Sheng chuckled, "No need! The money is yours now. Buy whatever you want, and let me know when you're out of it, and I'll give you more."

Tan Yu quickly shook her head, "No need! I really still have more than eight thousand left, and I don't usually have anything I want to buy, really."

Cao Sheng smiled.

He raised his glass and clinked it with her's again.

After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, it was already past 2 a.m.

Cao Sheng took her back to his villa and they took a bath together. He had recently become more and more accustomed to having Tan Yu serve him.

For example: helping him step on his back, helping him rub his back.

Of course, he would also reward her, giving her hundreds of millions each time.

……

The next morning.

After Cao Sheng got up and did his morning exercise, he had breakfast with Tan Yu. Then he asked Huang Lijun to drive her back to school, while he carried a freshly brewed cup of tea to the study on the third floor.

While waiting for the computer to boot up, call Cheng Long.

"Brother Long! The script you requested is finished. I'll send it to your email address."

Cheng Long's enthusiastic voice came through the phone, "Really? Great! Great! I've been so anxious lately, I've wanted to call you so many times to urge you. You have my email address, right? Send it to me right away! Hurry up!"

Cao Sheng smiled and said, "Okay! Just a moment, I'll send it to you right away."

……

The call ended, and the computer booted up successfully. He logged into his email and sent the script for "The Twelve Zodiacs" to the computer.

After sending the message, he picked up his teacup and took a couple of sips, his mind racing with uncontrollable thoughts: Would Jackie Chan be interested in this script? Would it be produced? What would the box office and critical reception be like? And so on.

Before long, he smiled and forcibly suppressed those thoughts.

Open the draft, outline, and detailed outline of "The Romance of Chinese Martial Arts," and look at these things to think about how to write the plot of the latest chapter.

Imagining the possible future scenarios of the "Twelve Zodiac Animals" is actually a very pleasant thing, it's just daydreaming! Who doesn't feel happy when they daydream?

But he knew in his heart that thinking too much was not as good as working hard.

If you want your dreams to blossom, the important thing is never just thinking about them.

Instead, we do it.

He tried to adjust his mindset and prepare to write.

Over in Hong Kong.

Cheng Long, who has been preparing and releasing a new album in the first half of this year and has not been filming, has been working hard to adjust his physical condition since he invited Cao Sheng to write a script a few days ago.

I go to bed early and get up early every day, and I try to exercise every morning.

I want to get my body into peak condition.

He knew that once Cao Sheng finished writing the script, he would soon be joining the film crew.

He is 48 years old this year.

Although he has a strong physique, thanks to his early training in Peking Opera, which made him much stronger than the average person, he has not yet shown any signs of aging.

But he knew that his body was no longer at its peak.

Especially in the first half of this year, he practiced singing every day and sang duets with beautiful female celebrities, which caused his physical condition to decline further.

He's worried that if he doesn't practice more lately, he won't be able to perform many of the action scenes properly when filming starts for his new movie.

Before he received Cao Sheng's call, he had already practiced for almost two hours and was covered in sweat.

But it was also exhilarating.

After this period of training, my muscles have become incredibly strong again.

After receiving Cao Sheng's call, he quickly went inside to take a shower, changed into some loose clothes, grabbed his laptop, sat on the living room sofa, and logged into his email.

The script Cao Sheng promised to write for him was already lying quietly in his inbox.

"The Twelve Zodiac Animals?"

Upon seeing the script title, Jackie Chan raised an eyebrow.

My curiosity has reached its peak.

He squinted as he looked down, his expression constantly changing as time passed: sometimes surprised, sometimes frowning, sometimes angry, sometimes excited, sometimes with a happy smile...

After he finished reading the entire script, he raised his hand to touch his face, then stared blankly at the tears on his fingers.

He found himself in tears without even realizing it.

Cheng Long stared blankly at the tears on his fingers. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried in his life.

She often cries in movies, but that's all for the sake of the plot.

But in real life, as his career became more and more successful and his star grew brighter, gradually nothing could make him shed tears anymore.

What's there to cry about?
I've already earned a lot of money.

Looking at the entire Chinese film and television industry, it seems that no one earns more than him.

Beauty?

He's always the one who makes beautiful women cry; which beautiful woman can make him cry?

He's a quick man at picking up girls; he always gets the result before he even gets serious. Because he's so fast, even if a beautiful woman rejects him, he doesn't feel sad. She hasn't even had a chance to get into his heart, so how could she hurt him?

As a career-oriented man.

He is usually very busy with work.

I'm either busy with work or busy with social engagements.

Normally, it's considered good if I can squeeze out a few hours for a beautiful woman.

Such a short time simply doesn't allow him to slowly pursue anyone.

It's usually something like, "Want to grab a couple of drinks?"

The other party will either agree or refuse.

If you agree, that's fine.

If you refuse, then pass.

It's that simple and that fast.

But today...

This script, titled "The Twelve Zodiac Animals," brought him to tears.

He wasn't well-read and didn't quite understand the criteria for a good script.

But at this moment, he felt it was a good script.

If he can shed tears, he might be able to make the audience cry.

Conversely, the same applies.

Jackie Chan sat on the sofa, lost in thought for a long while, before taking a deep breath, smiling, putting down the script, picking up his phone, and dialing his agent's number.

"Cao Sheng has finished writing the script for me. Can you come and take a look at it?"

"Yes, I've seen it."

“I love it! Yes! I really want to film it! Now that I have this script, I feel it’s my responsibility to make it into a film. Yes! Yes! Hmm, hurry up and come! Okay! I’ll send it to your email first, you can take a look on your way here, and we can discuss it when you arrive.”

……

call ended.

Cheng Long got up and walked to the living room door, subconsciously gazing in the direction of Beijing on the mainland.

Having not received much formal education and having grown up in Hong Kong, he actually doesn't know much about Chinese history.

They also know little about the modern history of China.

This isn't just his experience; people in Hong Kong generally don't have a deep understanding of Chinese history.

This is why films about Chinese history made in Hong Kong often produce various laughable mistakes and errors.

no way!
This is an education problem here.

However, the script for "The Twelve Zodiacs" made him deeply aware of the national humiliation during the late Qing Dynasty. The Eight-Nation Alliance invaded Beijing, burned down the Old Summer Palace, and cut off the animal heads representing the twelve Chinese zodiac animals, taking them away...

Many of the bronze animal heads are still scattered overseas and have not returned to their homeland.

At this moment, a few lines from the script echoed in Cheng Long's mind.

"Twelve animal heads? Aren't those just twelve water taps? Even if they're carved in the shape of the twelve zodiac animals, it doesn't change the fact that they're just water taps. Is it really necessary for you to risk your life for a few water taps?"

"Faucets? Yes! There are twelve faucets! But do you know what the twelve zodiac animals represent? They represent the zodiac signs of all Chinese people! Zodiac signs that only we in the whole world have! They're like the three souls and six spirits of all of us! For so many years, our three souls and six spirits have been stolen, which is why we can't stand up straight! We can't stand tall! Reclaiming all the lost animal heads is like finding our three souls and six spirits! Now say it again, is it worth my life for them?"

……

A surge of patriotic fervor welled up in Cheng Long's heart.

He had never been so eager to make a movie.

(End of this chapter)