Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 266 Liu Jing angrily rewrites the script
There's no need to hide the urge to hurt someone.

A madwoman is a madwoman; Liu Jing, so mad, really wanted to strangle her.

Shu Chang felt incredibly guilty and raised her little hand, wanting to speak.

"Speak." Liu Jingping calmed down; this was basic procedure. He had encountered far too many abnormal people.

For example, there's Fan Xiaopang with the "billion-dollar principle," Gao Yuanyuan who battles in the kitchen, Yang Mi who's always up to no good, Jing Tian who's a bit dim-witted, and his adorable, hateful, and annoying older sister.

"I'm going to the hospital to pick up my test results," Shu Chang said weakly.

"You even went to the hospital for a checkup?" Liu Jing put his hand to his forehead, almost defeated.

He already said she wasn't pregnant, but she still wants to get the results. This shows she's still hoping for the best and hasn't given up yet.

However, he guessed wrong this time. Shu Chang's actions were just an excuse. She sensed something was wrong and wanted to avoid the situation for the time being.

"Yes! I went to the OB-GYN, and after the checkup I went to the baby store. That's why I rushed over to find you, so we can talk it over." Shu Chang's voice grew softer as she spoke, realizing she had done something wrong.

She muttered to herself that she seemed a bit reckless; why not wait for the results?

I was so stupid, how could I have been so sure I was pregnant?

Oh no, this guy seems angry. I need to take this opportunity to escape.

"I hope no one else noticed." Liu Jing was too lazy to be angry anymore.

"So what if you find out? Everyone gets gynecological problems sometimes." Shu Chang said dismissively.

"Fine." Liu Jing was completely defeated.

He glanced at Gao Yuanyuan in the kitchen, who noticed his gaze and waved in greeting.

Gao Yuanyuan had only recently become famous when she exposed herself at an obstetrics and gynecology clinic, which sparked numerous rumors.

"Should I still go to the hospital?" Shu Chang asked cautiously. Liu Jing was angry, and she was under a lot of pressure.

It didn't matter before, but it's different now.

We were just friends before, so we can just break off our friendship.

Now that he's her man, she's anxious and insecure, afraid of not performing well enough.

"Dou Erdun with the blue face stole the imperial horse, Guan Yu with the red face..."

Liu Jing's phone rang, and Shu Chang wanted to complain, but she swallowed her words back. It was awful and incredibly noisy.

She also realized that she had acted too rashly this time, and it would be better to keep a low profile.

"Sister Li's phone call, you can..."

"Oh no, I just remembered, I didn't pack my clothes, I have to go back to the hotel." Shu Chang hurriedly got up and fled, almost bumping into the door frame in her panic.

"When push comes to shove, she turns into a coward again." Liu Jing was both amused and exasperated. How could he possibly argue with such a silly girl?

When Sister Li called, she didn't mention Shu Chang at all. She had no idea how much trouble her goddaughter had caused.

She's been very busy lately and didn't have time for small talk, so she mainly talked about three things.

First, the location for Samsung's joint venture factory has been decided to be in Jiangcheng.

Secondly, Chen Hao's friend is very capable, and the two parties reached a cooperation agreement to establish a new private equity fund. The initial fundraising target is 2 billion yuan, to be raised through bank channels.

This is good news; the bad news is that Lao Li doesn't acknowledge it.

That brilliant strategist suggested that they issue corporate bonds in the name of Qin Shi, which could raise hundreds of billions of yuan.

Sister Li is convening a think tank to discuss the matter. Samsung's Lee reminded her that the US economic situation seems to be not good, and suggested that she pay close attention.

Third, the New Year's goods for Jiangcheng hometown have been prepared, but two people are still missing from returning.

"Why did Changchang leave?" Gao Yuanyuan had already come out of the kitchen when Shu Chang left.

"Ignore that idiot, go home and reflect on your actions," Liu Jing said irritably.

I didn't get to enjoy double the happiness, but instead experienced double the frustration.

Sisi isn't even making a phone call? Can she really sit still like this? If you don't call, I won't call either. Let's see who can sit still longer.

"Oh! What did I do to offend you?" Gao Yuanyuan asked in surprise, as she rarely saw a man act like this.

Liu Jing recounted the story, which made Gao Yuanyuan burst into laughter, bending over with mirth.

"Don't let Shu Chang's tomboyish appearance fool you; she's actually quite sensitive and insecure. People like that are prone to overthinking, and their thought processes are different from most people. Since you've taken her in, be patient and guide her well. She has no family left; you and Qianqian are her family. If you hurt this girl, she'll become even more sensitive in the future." Gao Yuanyuan laughed until tears streamed down her face.

This girl is truly exceptional; no wonder her acting is so good. Not only are her eyes expressive, but her mind is also full of drama, and she adds drama to everything she does in life.

"This time, I'll teach her a lesson and show her what it means to think twice before acting," Liu Jing murmured, a plan forming in his mind.

People like this, when they're out in the world, are a real headache.

Offending people and betraying yourself can happen without you even realizing it, and sooner or later you'll suffer a great loss.

The "Three Drops of Blood" incident, with the help of the Central Academy of Drama and Chunqiu, shows she hasn't learned a single lesson.

Gao Yuanyuan smiled slightly. She knew Shu Chang was on her mind; otherwise, she wouldn't be so concerned. She knew Liu Jing's style well: better to avoid trouble than to cause it, and would rather sit than stand.

She wasn't surprised; men value relationships and loyalty.

Shu Chang has been Liu Jing's friend for five years and is also Qianqian's best friend. She became his god-sister some time ago, and now she's his woman.

With her multiple identities, Shu Chang holds a special place in Liu Jing's heart.

"The final draft of the script for 'Nanjing' has been completed. Director Lu Chuan sent it to you this morning. Would you like to take a look?"

With Shu Chang gone, Gao Yuanyuan didn't need to put in much effort; she cooked four dishes, enough for the two of them.

She has a rather bourgeois taste; as soon as she entered the house, she opened a bottle of red wine, which was now being decanted.

Two glasses of red wine were poured, and she raised her glass to clink glasses to celebrate finishing filming.

On the way back, she had completely come out of character.

She is not Lian Sheng, and Lian Sheng is not her.

The show is over, and Lian Sheng has left the show, but she and Liu Jing still have a lot of days ahead of them.

"Let's not watch it anymore," Liu Jing shook his head.

The script for "Nanjing" went through several revisions, but he never read it and had no interest in reading it.

He feared that after reading the script, he would be reminded of that period of history and would be unable to resist the urge to take revenge.

"You're close to Boss Wu, right? Have him find you a few Japanese stars and give them a good dressing down. Organize a one-day tour, a nine-day tour or something. Tsk tsk, they sing well, and they're beautiful too. Like the ever-changing diva Hamasaki Ayumi, the sexy diva Koda Kumi, the alluring diva Suzuki Ami, the refreshing diva Okumura Hatsumi..."

"You know quite a lot," Liu Jing said in surprise. This woman knew everything about the place, clearly she had been paying attention for quite some time.

"The director planned to invite a few of them to sing, but many people strongly objected," Gao Yuanyuan explained.

"Holy crap, are you crazy? A movie with this kind of subject matter, featuring a woman from a humble background singing?" Liu Jing exclaimed in surprise, a sense of curiosity rising within him. "How's your film crew doing? Weren't you supposed to start filming soon?"

“Yes! The crew was all set up a long time ago, and the costumes, props, and sets were all ready. They were even building outdoor sets in Nanchong, and tanks and other equipment were prepared. The original plan was to start filming last year and try to release it on the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. But last month it was changed to the end of this month, and it looks like filming still won't start. There are always unexpected things, and this subject matter is too sensitive. The filming permit has been delayed. We can't even get the project approved, so how can we start filming? Many people are getting impatient.” Gao Yuanyuan sighed. She had prepared a lot for this movie.

I've been working on the set of "The Warlords" recently, and I've done a lot of research on related materials.

She felt she would collapse if she weren't with Liu Jing, so she sincerely admired Ms. Iris Chang.

"Now that you mention it, I really need to take a look at the script. Lu Chuan's hype is incredible, let's see what he's got to offer." Liu Jing became interested.

"I'll go turn on the computer and print out the script." Gao Yuanyuan was very happy. She put down her chopsticks and hurriedly ran into the study.

Liu Jing ate his meal at a leisurely pace. Gao Yuanyuan's cooking skills had indeed improved significantly after a month or two of practice.

Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, hot and sour shredded potatoes, stir-fried garlic sprouts with meat, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and steamed rice.

"Wood, the computer icons have all turned into pandas, I can't click on them..."

“He’s poisoned, don’t worry about it, we’ll print it again at the film set tomorrow,” Liu Jing replied.

"I saw on the news that the person who created the virus has been arrested," Gao Yuanyuan said, sounding unhappy.

"We've caught the people, but we can't catch the virus. These guys are really talented; they've got all the major antivirus software programs helpless." Liu Jing chuckled, always praising technical talent.

"Then remember to check it tomorrow." Gao Yuanyuan was very disappointed. She had finally gotten around to the man agreeing to help her check the script, but the computer was acting up.

"Let's drink! Let's drink!" Liu Jing raised his glass, but unfortunately Shu Chang wasn't there, so he couldn't enjoy the double dose of happiness.

Do today's work today, and deal with tomorrow's work tomorrow.

The next morning, Liu Jing rode his electric scooter straight to the film set, but Gao Yuanyuan did not come with him.

She's about to go home for the Chinese New Year, so she needs to tidy up the house, as it holds many fond memories.

Today is the Little New Year in the South. Not only did she clean the house, but she also bought Spring Festival couplets in advance and put them up before leaving.

Liu Jing didn't have many scenes today, mainly scenes with Pang Qingyun and Zhao Erhu. He finished filming his scenes early, went to his office to print out the script, and squatted in a corner to read it.

The young master doesn't cause trouble, which suits everyone's wishes, so no one bothers him.

Unfortunately, some things won't happen just because you don't want them to.

"Ahem, Young Master Jing, are you reading a book?" The production manager forced himself to come over.

Recently, another legend about Liu Jing has emerged: he went to the set of "Assembly" and beat up the executive producer.

Xiao Wang has been recuperating in the hospital for half a month, and there's been a lot of gossip and rumors circulating outside.

News doesn't stay hidden in film crews. It spreads like wildfire, from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, from you to me, from me to him, and the stories get more and more outrageous.

It started with a verbal argument, then turned into jealousy, and eventually evolved into the two of them fighting over a small cannon.

Little Cannon doesn't want to work with the two kings, disdains Huayi Brothers for having no future, and wants to collaborate with Golden Harvest on a film project.

The story was told in great detail, and it even said that Liu Jing was digging for small cannons when he was spotted by Boss Wang, which led to a fight.

There are even more outrageous rumors: Liu Jing doesn't like Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang is plotting against Liu Jing, and Liu Jing is stealing Xiao Wang's lover...

"What's wrong? You can't watch it here?" Liu Jing was in a bad mood, his face dark. What a load of rubbish! It's clearly written for ordinary people, what a piece of crap.

He grew angrier and angrier as he watched. After only reading a third of it, he couldn't help but want to call and yell at the screenwriter.

"Yes, of course you can. Even if you're just reading in front of the camera, it's fine," the production manager quickly replied, his attitude very friendly. "Zhang Ziyi is visiting you, Young Master Jing, what do you think..."

"What does she want from me?" Liu Jing wondered. He had no connection with Zhang Ziyi and had never interacted with her before.

"How would we know about Young Master Jing's important matters?" The production manager chuckled. What a joke! We wouldn't dare ask, especially since it's Zhang Ziyi. She's got eyes on the top of her head; she doesn't care about us at all.

Although the eldest son likes to hit people, he doesn't always lose his temper. He usually has a very good attitude and doesn't act like a young master.

"Thank you, I'll go take a look," Liu Jing said.

"She is in the small conference room."

Liu Jing had thought a lot along the way, but still couldn't figure it out.

In the small conference room, two young women from the production team were chatting with Zhang Ziyi. When they saw Liu Jing coming over, they greeted him and then tactfully left.

"Young Master Jing, it's been a long time." Zhang Ziyi quickly stood up and reached out her hand to Liu Jing.

"Long time no see." Liu Jing shook hands, wondering to himself what event or ceremony it was during their last meeting. Oh well, he couldn't remember and didn't want to think about it anymore; it didn't matter.

“I’ve often heard Zeng Li mention you; we’re good friends. I was thinking of contacting her to ask her to help me get in touch. But it seems she’s changed her number; she doesn’t use the old one anymore,” Zhang Ziyi explained.

"It was just changed recently," Liu Jing said with a smile.

These two old classmates haven't been in contact for at least two or three years, because Zeng Li's new account isn't new at all; it's been around for two or three years.

"She's a pretty laid-back person, even back in school. She never competed or fought for anything, just quietly studied. Signing with Spring & Autumn is a major step forward for her career. I'm so envious; she landed the lead role in 'Red Cliff' right after joining your company," Zhang Ziyi said with a look of envy.

"I can't compare to you. This is a big production in China, but it's nothing in Hollywood. You're doing really well over there, you wouldn't care about such trivial things." Liu Jing was just spouting nonsense, waiting to see when he would get to the point. Anyway, he was angry with the script right now.

“Sigh! Young Master Jing, this only fools those who don’t understand. They always think Hollywood is so glamorous, some kind of holy land. But it’s really just like that. It’s not easy for us Chinese to make it there. We take resources that others look down on, pay ten or a hundred times the price, and eat scraps. In their eyes, I’m just a backup plan. Hollywood is tough. I was almost at my breaking point, so I came back to seek refuge with Young Master Jing.” Zhang Ziyi sighed.

"Come and seek refuge with me? Don't be ridiculous. My temple is too small to accommodate a great god like you." Liu Jing shook his head.

"Young Master Jing, let me get straight to the point. I heard from a friend that Golden Harvest wants to film 'Bodyguards and Assassins,' hoping that the four leading actresses will compete and the four Heavenly Kings will share the stage. I don't care about the salary; I'm open to any role. I hope that if Golden Harvest has a suitable role for me in their future productions, they will give me priority consideration." Zhang Ziyi stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Your information is quite accurate," Liu Jing said, surprised.

Zhang Min had just landed the role in "Bodyguards and Assassins," but the Central Street area hadn't even started construction yet, and the film crew's preparations were still nowhere in sight.

Whether the machine can be turned on this year is still unknown, so it's really too early for this person to come knocking.

“Young Master Jing, in our line of work, we rely on being quick to get information. One step ahead means you’re ahead every step of the way. One step behind means you’re behind on an entire production.” Zhang Ziyi smiled gently, a smile that was quite rare for her.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." Liu Jing promised that the first person to come to him should indeed receive some good treatment.

"Thank you, Mr. Jing. You're still filming, so I won't bother you any longer. Here's my phone number. Feel free to call me anytime if you need anything." Zhang Ziyi was very sensible; she left her business card and left.

Liu Jing toyed with the business card in his hand, a playful look on his face. It was indeed a business card, but it was also a room key.

The room key is covered by a shell, and the hotel address and room number are clearly visible.

A phone number is written on the outer casing in black pen; this is the business card.

"One of the Four Heavenly Kings is right here beside me," Liu Jing muttered. Zhang Ziyi's arrival reminded him that he should complete the task assigned by Sister Li.

Before completing Sister Li's task, he had one more job to do.

Liu Jing sat in the small conference room and patiently read through the script.

"Bang!" Liu Jing slammed his hand on the table, furious.

If he had known the script was like this, he would never have let Gao Yuanyuan take the role.

"Damn it, twenty drafts and this is it? Unbelievable! So much script, and not a single word hits the mark. Exaggerating minor details and ignoring the main historical storyline. Are the Japanese even human? They're portrayed as more human than human. This isn't 'Nanjing Nanjing,' it's clearly 'Tokyo Tokyo.' With such a skewed bias, no wonder they won't give you a filming permit."

The production manager had just reached the door; he had come to call Liu Jing for lunch.

Hearing the banging of tables and chairs in the conference room, along with angry shouts, he shrank back and turned away.

Let whoever wants to call, I'm not going.

Liu Jing had no appetite and wouldn't go even if someone called him.

He picked up a pen, found a stack of white paper, and began to write with divine inspiration, his creativity even richer than when he was in a state of flying phoenixes.

He wrote one page after another, from sunrise to sunset, totaling over ten thousand words.

The script was only about 40,000 words long, but he wrote 10,000 words of suggestions and opinions.

"Third brother, your eldest brother asked me to call you for dinner. Let's have a drink together tonight." Liu Dehua hadn't even taken off his makeup when he got off the plane and rushed over here immediately.

The production manager told everyone that Jiang Wuyang's emotions were off, perhaps he hadn't gotten out of character yet.

In the middle of the morning, his expression looked very strange, very similar to the expression he had when he killed Lian Sheng yesterday.

At noon, he was slamming his fist on the table and yelling at people.

Hiding in the conference room, I didn't eat lunch or even go to the toilet, not afraid of getting sick from holding it in.

It's almost time to wrap up and leave work, but he's still in the meeting room and won't leave. What should we do?

Liu Dehua was a little worried, so he volunteered to come over and try to persuade her.

"No, I'm not in the mood." Liu Jing shook his head. You eat like a cat, and drinking with you is torture.

Andy Lau confirmed that he was indeed still immersed in the role. Organizing his thoughts, he said, "Once, when I was filming a movie, there was a scene where I was heartbroken. After filming wrapped, I couldn't get over it for several days; I really thought I had broken up with my boyfriend. It was the same with 'The Warlords' this time; during that scene where brothers kill each other, I had so many dreams about it. Actually…"

"Second Brother, you don't think I'm getting too into character, do you?" Liu Jing realized.

"It's nothing, it just means you're a good actor," Andy Lau comforted him.

Liu Jing muttered to himself, "If I say no, does that mean I'm not a good actor?"

"Second Brother, this script about Nanjing is what made me angry. After reading it, I felt depressed and unhappy. That guy romanticizes everyday life, I really want to punch him." Liu Jing handed the script to Liu Dehua, then snatched it away halfway through. "I almost forgot, this isn't my script. The production team wants to keep it a secret, so I can't show it to you."

Andy Lau stretched out his hand, but caught nothing.

"These are my suggestions; feel free to take a look." Liu Jing handed over his ten-thousand-word reflection to avoid any awkwardness.

Liu Dehua's eyes widened, not because the writing was particularly good, but because he didn't recognize nine out of ten characters.

Liu Jing writes very quickly; he might not even recognize the characters he writes, let alone the most simplified characters among simplified characters.

"Hmm! The handwriting is very nice." Liu Dehua scratched his head.

"Let me make a call first, you can take your time looking at it." Liu Jing got up and dialed Lu Chuan's number, which he had just gotten from Gao Yuanyuan.

Andy Lau really wanted to say, "I don't understand it, no matter how slow I watch it, I still can't understand it."

The call to Liu Jing had already gone through, so he could only swallow his words.

"Director Lu, this is Liu Jing. I'd like to discuss something with you. Um, regarding the script for 'Nanjing,' I think..."

A few minutes later, Liu Jing shut up.

His 10,000-word suggestion had barely begun when it veered off-topic and became biased; he hadn't even specified what the suggestions were or how to revise the script.

The other person replied, "This is my script, not your Spring and Autumn Annals' play. If you have so much free time, make your own. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

Then, the other party hung up the phone.

No problem, absolutely no problem, leaving Liu Jing speechless.

Liu Dehua really wanted to leave. The third brother's face looked terrifying, as if he wanted to kill his second brother in real life.

The atmosphere froze, as bleak as autumn, permeating the entire conference room.

"Third brother, are you...are you alright?" Liu Dehua broke the silence.

Liu Jing exhaled a breath of stale air and sat down on the stool. "Second Brother, what could be wrong with me? I'm working on a script."

He secretly laughed at himself, thinking, "I'm just being affected by Shu Chang's singing. I'm going crazy. I'm so bored, trying to be nice to someone who doesn't appreciate my kindness."

The script for "Yin Yang Sacred Fire Order" has been revised repeatedly recently, giving him the illusion that all directors are as easy to talk to as Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang wasn't one to back down, but since the two had known each other for over a decade, he let him revise it again and again.

"Is it also about the Nanjing Massacre?" Andy Lau isn't deaf or stupid.

Although I couldn't hear their conversation clearly, I could roughly guess what they were saying.

Liu Jing criticized the other person's notebook, offering numerous and rather harsh criticisms. The other person refused to accept these criticisms and even mocked Liu Jing.

Most people would have swallowed their anger.

But Liu Jing was clearly not like that. Having achieved fame at a young age, he was in the prime of his life, full of arrogance and pride, and he would never swallow this insult.

"Yes! I have a general idea." Liu Jing nodded in acknowledgment.

"This subject matter is difficult to film; it's a very heavy topic. Many young people today have forgotten that period of history. Especially in some countries, the distortion is distorted, and some refuse to acknowledge it. Making a film like this is very meaningful. Only by remembering history can we better write tomorrow. Only by remembering the past can we better look to the future," Andy Lau said solemnly.

"Second Brother, I'm going to get this script done as soon as possible. November 19th is the third anniversary of Iris Chang's death, and December 13th is the 70th anniversary of the victims' deaths. I'll try to release it during those two periods. Even if it loses money, that's another story. If it makes money, all the profits will be donated to the memorial hall. Or we can do something else meaningful, like publishing Iris Chang's book in various countries, or showing the film for free." Liu Jing made up his mind; he really had the time and energy for this.

"Great sense of righteousness! Second brother supports you!" Liu Dehua gave a thumbs up in praise, and then promised, "Time is tight and the task is heavy. If you need my help, second brother will do his best without hesitation."

"Ahem, second brother, there's something I really need your help with." Liu Jing suddenly put his arm around Liu Tianwang's shoulder, putting on a show of brotherly affection.

"Go ahead," Liu Dehua said, sounding somewhat awkward.

“Golden Harvest is preparing to film ‘Bodyguards and Assassins.’ The director has an idea: the Four Heavenly Kings will be on stage together, and the Four Dan Actresses and Two Bing Actresses will compete. Third Brother wants to invite you to make a cameo appearance. It’s a very small role, probably only for a few days, maybe even just a brief appearance,” Liu Jing said directly.

Andy Lau hesitated for a moment, "You're not going to make a cameo appearance for a few days and then edit me into the main character, are you?"

"Second Brother, I'll be the producer for this film. You have to believe me, I guarantee it." Liu Jing laughed heartily, having learned his lesson the hard way.

"Okay! If you can promise me, I can promise you too."

(End of this chapter)