Huayu Entertainment: Tianxian really wants to improve

Chapter 1 There are so many people here...
2006 years.

new York.

Snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky above Fifth Avenue.

The sky also quietly darkened, and it looked like a snowstorm was about to come.

Empty space in the bookstore.

Gu Bei sat on a high stool, wearing a well-fitting casual suit.

He held a blue book in his hand and read slowly: "She lay flat on the grass, holding the eulogy Gus had prepared for her, smiling and closing her eyes..."

With Gu Bei as the center, a circle of people sat closely together.

They were all a group of young girls around sixteen or seventeen years old, holding the same blue books as him, looking up at him.

Many of them had red eyes and tears were flowing uncontrollably.

Cry! Cry!
The more you cry, the better the book will sell!
Gu Bei noticed the readers' intense reactions and expressed his satisfaction.

This method of promoting new books by reading classic excerpts from the new book and encouraging members of the book club in the bookstore to buy the new book is a unique way of promoting new books in North America.

It is just right for a new author like Gu Bei who has no foundation.

After reading the last paragraph, he stood up and said goodbye: "Thank you all for coming to the reading club. I hope you will like my new book."

After a round of applause, the crowd slowly dispersed.

Suddenly someone called out Gu Bei's English name: "Bruce!"

Gu Bei looked up when he heard the voice.

Two young girls emerged from the crowd, each holding his new book, The Fault in Our Stars.

The blonde girl in the lead was obviously more daring. She wore a small red sweater on the outside and a V-neck vest inside, showing off her snow-white advantages unscrupulously.

"Your book is so touching. Could you sign it for both of us?"

"of course can!"

Gu Bei was in a good mood.

He turned around, leaned over the high stool, and signed the first two autographs of his life.

But when he turned around, an indescribable expression appeared on his face.

He glanced at the blonde girl and said, "Thank you for your support. I have something else to do this afternoon."

Another quiet girl showed a look of disappointment.

She watched Gu Bei's back as he walked downstairs, then she regretted it and said, "I still have a lot of questions I want to ask him!"

"You can tell me your questions and I'll help you ask them!"

A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the blonde girl.

……

Gu Bei walked down the stairs and searched his pockets.

He pulled out a folded piece of paper.

When the note was unfolded, there was a string of numbers and English written on it, which was the blonde girl's phone number and Facebook address.

"Being a writer can also have such benefits?"

Gu Bei also smelled a faint fragrance from the note.

Chanel's perfume is vibrant, worthy of a family living near Fifth Avenue.

Rich woman, hungry!
Gu Bei recalled an emoticon from his previous life.

He couldn't help but smile and put the note away.

It has only been two months since I was reborn, but thanks to my own efforts, I have already embarked on a completely different path from my previous life!

In my previous life, I graduated from university in New York, returned to China and joined Penguin's interactive entertainment department, where I stayed for fifteen years.

As a result, an accident occurred in the company's underground parking lot.

A new energy vehicle that was slowly slowing down suddenly started to run away. In order to save the woman in white wearing sunglasses next to it,

He was thrown back to 2006, when he had just started college.

In addition to rebirth, he also gained a treasure trove of entertainment.

It contains all the entertainment works before rebirth, as well as a variety of full-level entertainment skills.

With his writer skills at the maximum level, he transformed the original version of "The Fault in Our Stars" in the entertainment treasure house into a version that suited his writing ability.

Why doesn't my own efforts count?
"It turns out that hard work and sweat will never let you down..." Gu Bei has already begun to look forward to the sales of his new book.

As soon as he opened the door, before he walked out, snowflakes hit his face.

Snowing?
It’s only November!

Gu Bei's heart sank.

He began to carefully recall this time in his previous life.

It seems... this year's first snow in New York did come very early, and it was heavy!

"Once the snow starts to fall, the crew will have to shut down, and the check in my pocket won't be enough!"

Gu Bei saw people on the street walking in a hurry, all rushing to the warm indoors, so he also hurried forward.

He had an appointment with the New York branch of the Bank of China in the afternoon.

You need to cash the advance payment check from the publishing house into your own account.

This $15,000 advance was the entire budget for his first short film.

It was just enough.

But who could have imagined that it would snow in New York in November?

There were originally only five days of shooting time, but Blizzard had to stop work for two or three days.

The booked venue, the crew's schedule...

The budget gap is at least $5,000!
This amount of money is not enough for his living expenses, he must find money to make up for it!

And the money must be found immediately, as registration for the Sundance Film Festival is about to close.

Gu Bei pushed open the door of Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee for himself.

The foreign banking industry is all big, and even Bank of China has to follow the local customs in New York. It is impossible to serve you before the appointment time.

He planned to sit here until the appointment time and think of a solution.

There is only one seat left in the entire coffee shop.

It was a small round table by the window, with only two chairs facing each other.

There was already a young woman sitting there, looking down at a book seriously.

Gu Bei's action of putting down the coffee caught the other person's attention.

The other party looked up and looked at Gu Bei carefully, his eyes full of inquiry.

We are still from the same hometown!
Even though the other person was wearing a mask and a hat, covering most of his facial features.

But you can tell at a glance.

She is also of Chinese descent.

Gu Bei gave her a kind smile in return.

The other person's eyes suddenly changed.

She kept her eyes fixed on herself as she sat down.

Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes, as if attracted by a magnet, were locked on him, motionless.

Gu Bei's heart moved.

"Are you a book fan?"

"A fan?"

Liu Yifei originally thought that Gu Bei recognized her.

When her heart moved, a light curtain suddenly popped up at the focus of her gaze, forming a panel that Gu Bei and others could not see, with lines of words scrolling rapidly on it.

[Trigger mission: Time waits for no one]

[At the age of thirty-eight, you look at the smiling man in front of you and can't help but recall your first meeting.

It was 2007, and he had just won the Palme d'Or for Best Short Film. With that same confident smile, he wanted to invite you to star in his first feature film, but you refused.

time has passed,

Standing in front of you now is:
Winner of the Academy Award for Best Director, the Academy Award for Best Film Producer, the Cannes International Film Festival Palme d'Or Director, the Berlin International Film Festival Golden Bear Director, the Venice International Film Festival Silver Lion Award for Best Director, the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay Writer, the Academy Award for Best Original Song Composer, the Academy Award for Best Film Editor, the North American Golden Globe Award for Film and Television...]

Liu Yifei's eyes were dazzled.

“There are so many people here…?”

(End of this chapter)