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The aroma of tea filled the private room. Yang Guangming's questions were clear and direct, leaving Jiang Wen and Liu Xiaoqing momentarily stunned.

They never expected that this sixteen-year-old boy would be so knowledgeable about investment details, hitting the nail on the head with every question.

Jiang Wen put down his teacup, clasped his hands on the table, and his expression became much more serious. He knew that now was not the time to complain, but to provide concrete data and solutions in order to secure this crucial investment.

“Guangming, you’ve hit the nail on the head.” Jiang Wen cleared her throat and began to answer, “The first question is, how much money does the production team have left in their accounts right now… To be honest, it’s less than 100,000 RMB.”

He paused, and seeing that Yang Guangming's expression remained unchanged, he continued, "Mr. Wenjun invested one million US dollars, which was about five million eight hundred thousand RMB at the time. In the three months since filming began, the money was spent like water. Film was the biggest expense, as were renting venues, equipment, and providing food, lodging, and transportation for so many people... Especially the film, I admit, I spent a lot on it."

Jiang Wen gave a wry smile as she said this: "According to the original plan, this money should have been enough to finish filming, and there would even be enough for post-production. But now... we've exceeded the budget. Based on the current filming schedule and my... filming habits, to finish filming all the remaining scenes with high quality, we'll need at least..."

He hesitated for a moment, as if calculating in his mind, or weighing what number to report. Finally, he looked up and announced a number: "Three million RMB."

This figure was nearly a million more than his minimum estimated needs. He was afraid that if he underestimated the amount, and Yang Guangming only invested that much, they would run into financial difficulties later. Increasing the figure might leave room for negotiation and allow for a more flexible budget.

Yang Guangming listened quietly without immediately expressing his opinion.

Liu Xiaoqing added softly from the side: "The number that Director Jiang reported includes the cost of filming all the scheduled scenes, as well as the most basic post-production costs."

If... if the film wins awards at international film festivals, the subsequent promotion and awards campaign might require some additional expenses. But we can deal with those later, once the film is released.

Yang Guangming nodded and asked his second question: "If the funding is secured, how long is the expected filming period?"

When the topic of filming came up, Jiang Wen perked up a bit: "The remaining scenes are mainly a few key scenes, including some scenes between Ma Xiaojun and Milan, as well as a few group scenes. If the funding is sufficient, we won't have to worry about film stock and locations anymore, and the actors' performances will be better... We'll definitely be able to finish filming in a month, or at the latest a month and a half, by January next year."

"The third question is, besides funding, are there any other difficulties?" Yang Guangming continued to ask.

Jiang Wen thought for a moment and shook her head: "The biggest difficulty is money. With money, we can solve the problems of film, location, and food for the staff, and everyone's morale will be boosted, and the shooting schedule will naturally catch up. Everything else is a minor matter, and I can coordinate it."

“Okay.” Yang Guangming picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, “Now, the fourth question, which is also the most important—about the rights of investors. Director Jiang, if the funds come in, how would you like to handle the investment percentage, profit sharing, and control over the film?”

This is the most crucial and sensitive issue.

Jiang Wen sat up straight, her expression serious: "Mr. Wen Jun invested one million US dollars, which is the entire investment share. If new funds come in, the specific percentage can be recalculated based on the new total investment amount. I will communicate with Mr. Wen Jun; there shouldn't be any major problems."

"As for the profit model..."

A glint flashed in Jiang Wen's eyes. "I have confidence in this film. According to national regulations, the production company can receive a share of the box office revenue when it's released domestically."

In addition, I plan to submit the film to international film festivals next year, tentatively Venice, to try and win awards. If it wins an award, or even just gets nominated, the overseas rights, including videotape rights, can fetch a good price. This will be an important source of income.”

He looked at Yang Guangming and said sincerely, "The investors' profits will be based on their investment ratio. How much money they invest and what percentage they represent will be divided proportionally from overseas copyright revenue and domestic box office revenue. We can write this down in black and white in the contract."

"Then what about the investors' interference in the film?" Yang Guangming pressed, "such as editing rights, the right to decide on the content to be filmed?"

Jiang Wen immediately shook her head, her attitude firm: "The investors are responsible for providing the money and necessary production oversight, such as reviewing the use of the budget. But the director's creative process, including the actual filming and final editing, must be led by the director. There is no room for discussion on this point. Mr. Wen and I also agreed to this."

He spoke very bluntly, even somewhat forcefully. This was his bottom line as a director, and also his source of pride.

A faint smile appeared on Yang Guangming's face. He wasn't surprised by Jiang Wen's attitude; on the contrary, he appreciated it. Only a director with artistic integrity could create truly great works. He had no intention of interfering with the creative process.

“I understand and respect Director Jiang’s bottom line,” Yang Guangming said slowly. “So, regarding the three million RMB funding gap you mentioned…”

He paused for a moment, and the private room fell silent instantly. Jiang Wen and Liu Xiaoqing held their breath and stared intently at him.

Yang Guangming didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "I can invest."

Jiang Wen's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on her face.

“Like Mr. Manfred Wong, I can also convert it to US dollars,” Yang Guangming continued. “My father’s company is mainly based in Hong Kong, and financial transactions are primarily in US dollars. At the current exchange rate, three million RMB is roughly equivalent to more than five hundred thousand US dollars. I can invest six hundred thousand US dollars, which should be enough to support Director Jiang in successfully completing the film and finishing the basic post-production.”

Six hundred thousand US dollars! That's more than three million RMB!

Jiang Wen was overjoyed; this was even more than the number he had quoted! With this money, not only could they finish filming, but they could also handle the post-production much more easily.

But then he immediately realized that if he had more funding, he could have made an even more exquisite film…

Before the joy on his face could fully unfold, a shadow fell over it again, and struggle and embarrassment surfaced at the same time. He felt that Guangming might not care much about the amount of investment, and perhaps he could ask for more, so that the budget could be more abundant.

Liu Xiaoqing keenly sensed Jiang Wen's subtle emotions. She gently touched Jiang Wen's arm, signaling him to calm down, and then said to Yang Guangming in a gentle voice, "Guangming, thank you, really. Six hundred thousand US dollars can solve a big problem."

Jiang Wen took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind to try again. He knew this might be a bit unreasonable, but for the sake of the work, he was willing to risk his reputation.

“Guangming,” Jiang Wen’s voice was a little hoarse, “Six hundred thousand US dollars, that’s definitely… definitely enough for me to finish filming the rest of the movie and do some simple post-production, no problem. But…”

He rubbed his hands together, his face showing even more obvious difficulty: "But think about it, we've put so much effort into this movie, is it just to finish it? I want to make it a good one, a work that can stand the test of time."

Post-production—score, color grading, mixing… all of these cost money, and to do them well, you need the best people and the best equipment, which are all expensive.

He looked up at Yang Guangming, his eyes filled with longing and helplessness: "Also, I really want to send it to Venice to give it a try. This isn't just wishful thinking; I've seen the award-winning films from recent years, and I think ours has that potential, it has a chance."

Going to film festivals involves expenses: registration, mailing copies, travel for staff… all of which cost money. Six hundred thousand dollars might be enough to cover the basics of filming and post-production. If you want to refine it further, or try your luck abroad, you'll really be… strapped for cash.

He sighed and said, "I won't lie to you anymore. I just quoted three million RMB, which is barely enough to finish filming the movie. I was afraid that saying more would scare you."

But in reality, if I truly want to produce a film without any regrets and send it to the right place, it must be meticulously crafted and refined to perfection. If we're going to adhere to that standard, I'm afraid… it would require even more.”

Yang Guangming listened quietly, his face expressionless, but his mind was racing.

He knew that Jiang Wen was telling the truth, and he also knew that in the original timeline, Jiang Wen had faced great difficulties and had very high standards when filming. It was only after the film shone brightly at the Venice Film Festival that it established its classic status.

All of these require financial support.

He hadn't originally planned to just invest $600,000 and call it a day.

Since he's going to invest, since he's recognized the potential of this film, and since he wants to use it to pave the way for his own future, then investing enough funds to ensure it's released in its best form is in his best interest.

His mention of only 600,000 was also a strategy. It was to show the other party his sincerity and capabilities, while also making them understand that the funds were hard-earned, thus making them cherish them more and perhaps pay more attention to cost control during filming.

Now, it's almost done.

Yang Guangming looked thoughtful, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as if he were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

Jiang Wen and Liu Xiaoqing watched him nervously, not daring to make a sound to disturb him.

After a moment, Yang Guangming seemed to have made a great decision, and looked up at Jiang Wen: "Director Jiang, I admire your pursuit of film. I also hope that this film can become a true masterpiece and attract international attention."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Here's what we'll do: six hundred thousand dollars as funding to ensure the completion of filming and basic post-production. If... I mean if, during post-production and the competition for awards at film festivals, there is indeed a funding gap, I can add up to another four hundred thousand dollars. That is to say, the total investment can reach a maximum of one million dollars."

One million dollars!

That's exactly the same amount as Wenjun's investment!
Jiang Wen was completely stunned; he simply couldn't believe his ears. He had thought that securing six hundred thousand US dollars would be a pleasant surprise, but Yang Guangming had unexpectedly offered a maximum of one million US dollars!
This is not just a timely help, it's practically giving him a stage to showcase his talents!

Liu Xiaoqing also covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and surprise.

"Guangming...you...are you serious?" Jiang Wen's voice trembled slightly.

"of course."

Yang Guangming nodded firmly, "However, Director Jiang, I hope that this million dollars can be used wisely and in a way that makes the film better."

You just reflected on areas where we could have been more budget-conscious during filming. I hope that with this new money, you can be more cost-conscious while pursuing artistic perfection. We need to make a good film and be responsible to the investment, don't you agree?

"Yes! Yes! That makes sense!" Jiang Wen nodded excitedly, her face flushed with excitement and a little alcohol. "Guangming, don't worry! With this money, I guarantee that every penny will be spent on the film! I will definitely plan it carefully, save where necessary, and at the same time, I will polish it meticulously. I will definitely deliver a decent film for you and for all the audience!"

His words were spoken with conviction, carrying a weighty sense of promise.

With the basic framework of the investment finalized, the atmosphere immediately became relaxed and enthusiastic.

Yang Guangming smiled and, seizing the opportunity, began to discuss the specific investment terms: "Director Jiang, Sister Xiaoqing, when it comes to investment, we brothers should keep things clear. There are some details that need to be clarified in advance to avoid misunderstandings later."

"Go on, go on." Jiang Wen looked at Yang Mingming as if he were her savior and a god of wealth, her attitude was extremely good.

"First, regarding the investment ratio and profit sharing."

Yang Guangming explained clearly, "Mr. Wenjun invested one million US dollars, taking 100%. Now I'm making an additional investment, up to one million US dollars. So the new total investment will be two million US dollars."

My one million represents fifty percent of the total. This needs to be confirmed with Mr. Wenjun and written into the contract.

"No problem!" Jiang Wen patted his chest. "I'll talk to Mr. Wen; he should understand. After all, it was he who promised to increase the investment but was slow to arrive, which is why we found new funding. The proportion is calculated based on the actual investment, which is very fair."

"Second, regarding the scope of revenue sharing."

Yang Guangming continued, "My 50% share needs to cover all the film's revenue."

This includes, but is not limited to: copyright revenue from the theatrical release, television broadcasting rights, and videotape rights in all overseas countries and regions; box office revenue from the theatrical release in China, and future television broadcasting rights and videotape rights revenue.

I will receive a proportional share of all direct profits generated from this film.

Jiang Wen listened carefully and nodded: "That's only right. It's only natural for investors to share all the profits according to their investment ratio."

“Third,” Yang Guangming looked at Jiang Wen and proposed a clause that was still somewhat ahead of its time, “In addition to the revenue sharing from the traditional channels mentioned above, I also need an exclusive right—the permanent exclusive online streaming rights for this film.”

"Online broadcasting rights?" Jiang Wen was taken aback, clearly unfamiliar with the term.

In 1993, most people had never even seen a computer, let alone watched movies and TV shows online.

Liu Xiaoqing also looked puzzled.

Yang Guangming explained, "It's a possibility for the future. There's already something called the internet abroad that allows you to connect and transmit information via computers."

Although we can't watch movies now, technology is developing rapidly, and perhaps in a decade or so, people will be able to watch movies via computer networks.

This right doesn't seem to have much value at the moment, but I want to agree on it first, that it belongs exclusively to me.

Of course, this is a matter for the future, and it seems quite far off right now. I only made this request because I pay more attention to the internet abroad.

Jiang Wen listened, and although she still didn't quite understand, she felt that it was an unimportant clause about some vague and uncertain future technology.

Since it's worthless now, and we've never even heard of it, and considering that Sunshine has invested so much money, making such a small request is really nothing.

He agreed almost without hesitation: "Okay! This online copyright is yours! Anyway, there's no such thing now, and Mr. Wen never mentioned it, so I'll take the liberty of agreeing!"

Yang Guangming was certain. This digital copyright, whose future value was immeasurable, was acquired so effortlessly.

"Fourth," Yang Guangming said calmly, but asked a question that surprised Jiang Wen, "Director Jiang, how much was your director's fee? What was the agreement with Mr. Wen Jun?"

Jiang Wen hadn't expected Yang Guangming to ask this, a complex expression flashed across her face, then she waved her hand, a hint of self-deprecation in her voice:
"I don't have any director's fee. This is my first film, and I'm content just to have the opportunity to make it."

Mr. Wen gave me a budget of one million US dollars, and I was thinking about how to spend all of that one million US dollars on the movie. I didn't even talk about the director's fee.

To be honest, with the budget so far overrun, I'm even more embarrassed to mention a director's fee.

Yang Guangming listened but shook his head: "Director Jiang, you can't say that. The director is the core of film creation. He puts in a lot of effort and talent, so it's only natural that he gets the compensation he deserves."

Here's what I suggest, as the new investor, that we allocate a separate budget for the director's fee.

How about 50,000 RMB?
If the film does achieve success at Venice in the future, I suggest giving you an extra 100,000 yuan bonus as a reward.

These can all be included in the supplementary agreement.

Yang Guangming's actions were not simply an act of kindness. On one hand, it would further bind Jiang Wen to his side, motivating him and making him feel respected; on the other hand, a reasonable compensation system also reflects professionalism and is conducive to long-term cooperation.

Jiang Wen was stunned, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

For the past few months, he had been struggling financially, putting in a lot of his own money, but never thought of asking the production team for any. Yang Guangming offered him a director's fee and promised him a prize if he won an award. This gesture brought tears to the eyes of this usually tough man.

He paused for a moment, then shook his head, his tone much gentler: "Guangming, I appreciate your kindness. Really, thank you so much. But... forget about the director's fee."

I promised Mr. Wen I wouldn't take any money, but now the film has gone way over budget. It would be unreasonable for me to take money from it again.

Once the film is finished, if it really makes a name for itself in Venice next year, and you, as the investor, are willing to give me a bonus, I will definitely accept it happily. That's a reward I earned through my own abilities.

But now, I can't accept this money.

He spoke sincerely, with his principles and pride.

Yang Guangming looked at him, didn't force him, and nodded: "Okay, Director Jiang, I respect your decision. It's settled then. If the film does well and wins an award in Venice, I will definitely give you a big red envelope."

"Haha, I'm really looking forward to it!" Jiang Wen laughed, this time with a much lighter smile, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

With the matter essentially settled, all three were in high spirits.

Yang Guangming glanced at his watch and said, "Director Jiang, Sister Liu, we've reached a preliminary consensus on the investment."

I'll call my father tonight when I get home and explain the situation. We'll draft an investment contract as soon as possible, and sign it after both parties have reviewed and confirmed it's correct.

Regarding funding, I guarantee that the first installment of $600,000 will be in place within a week at the latest, ensuring uninterrupted filming. The subsequent $400,000 will be disbursed as needed.

"That's wonderful!" Jiang Wen excitedly grasped Yang Guangming's hand and shook it vigorously. "Guangming, I won't say anything more. I, Jiang Wen, will remember this kindness!"

Liu Xiaoqing also said sincerely, "Guangming, thank you so much. You've really helped a lot. Director Jiang hasn't had a good night's sleep in a while."

"We all hope the movie will be good," Yang Guangming said with a smile. "Shall we call it a day? I'll have Brother Duan come pick us up."

“Okay, you can arrange it.” Jiang Wen was in a state of bliss at the moment.

Yang Guangming took out his brick-like mobile phone, dialed Duan Yunfeng's number, and said a few words. Not long after, Duan Yunfeng arrived at the hotel in his luxury RV.

The three went downstairs and got into the car. The car was warm and cozy, once again isolating them from the harsh cold outside.

The car drove smoothly to the film set. On the way, Jiang Wen became noticeably more talkative, excitedly discussing her ideas for filming the upcoming key scenes with Yang Guangming. The fatigue on her face was replaced by a radiant glow of renewed energy.

Yang Guangming mostly listened with a smile, occasionally interjecting a word or two, which often resonated with Jiang Wen, making Jiang Wen feel that this young investor was not only rich but also knowledgeable, practically a benefactor fallen from the sky.

After sending Jiang Wen and Liu Xiaoqing back to the film set, Yang Guangming and Duan Yunfeng returned home.

That evening, Yang Guangming spoke with his father, Yang Hongwen, who was in Hong Kong Island, by phone from home.

He gave his father a detailed report on the situation of the film crew, Jiang Wen's talent and predicament, the prospects of the film, and his own investment analysis and proposed terms.

In the six months that Yang Hongwen had spent in Hong Kong, his vision and decisiveness had changed dramatically. After listening to his son's analysis, he agreed to the investment almost without hesitation.

Firstly, the amount is not large, and with his current capital, he can easily afford it; secondly, he trusts his son's vision and judgment; and thirdly, this can be considered as supporting his son's acting career and helping him accumulate resources and reputation in the industry.

He suggested that his Hong Kong-based "Qiming Capital" could act as the investment entity and sign the contract with the production team, which would appear more professional and formal. Yang Guangming naturally had no objections.

Over the next few days, the lawyers for both parties quickly connected, drafted and revised the investment contract.

Yang Guangming's terms were clear and his demands were reasonable, and Jiang Wen, eager to help, basically accepted them all.

The communication with Manfred Wong was conducted by Jiang Wen himself. Although the process was somewhat bumpy, Manfred Wong eventually agreed to the new investment plan and equity ratio adjustment after learning that new funds were willing to take over and that he could finish filming the movie without further investment.

A week later, the contract was officially signed. The first installment of $600,000 was deposited into the escrow account set up by the production team as scheduled.

The injection of funds was like a shot in the arm for the dying production crew.

The most direct change was in the food.

Clear soup and cabbage dishes immediately became a thing of the past, and the long-lost meat dishes reappeared on the dining car. Although they were not luxurious, the hot and juicy food brought satisfied smiles to the faces of all the staff and actors.

Jiang Wen's temper seems to have improved a lot. Although she is still demanding in terms of art, the anxiety and irritability caused by the lack of funds have obviously decreased.

He no longer needed to "bleed" over dozens of takes for a single shot—of course, with Yang Guangming's gentle reminder, he also began to consciously adjust his shooting methods, prepare more thoroughly, communicate more clearly with the actors, and reduce unnecessary waste.

The film stock was still being used, but all of it was for better visual effects. The entire production team operated smoothly and efficiently.

Filming progressed noticeably faster. Scenes that were initially hesitated to be shot due to funding issues can now be arranged without much difficulty. Jiang Wen's creative inspiration seems to be flourishing even more, with a constant stream of brilliant improvisations emerging.

As the male lead and investor, Yang Guangming's status in the crew became increasingly detached. However, he did not put on airs and still took every scene seriously. With Jiang Wen's guidance and his own experience, his acting skills became more and more refined and natural, often completing a scene in one take, which earned Jiang Wen's high praise.

His relationship with Zuo Xiaoqing was also quietly warming up.

The young girl visited the film set more often during her breaks, sometimes just sitting quietly to the side watching Yang Guangming film, her admiration for him almost undisguised.

Yang Guangming was gentle and considerate towards her, and his occasional care and concern made Zuo Xiaoqing's heart flutter. Ning Jing and Tao Hong often teased her about this, but they were also happy to see it happen, thinking that the young couple standing together was pleasing to the eye and beautiful.

Time flew by amidst the busy and fulfilling filming. The cold in Beijing deepened day by day, but the atmosphere on set was vibrant and energetic.

With funding secured, Jiang Wen was finally able to fully immerse himself in his creative work. He poured all his energy into the final stages of filming, striving to make every shot perfect in his mind.

Filming location in Dongcheng, January 6, 1994.

With Jiang Wen's loud "Cut!", the last shot was completed.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and then someone cheered first. Immediately afterwards, applause, whistles and cheers suddenly erupted, turning into a sea of ​​jubilation!

"It's done!"

"Finally finished filming!"

"Long live Director Jiang!"

All the staff and actors, no matter how tired or hard they usually are, wore smiles of relief and excitement. Many hugged and high-fived each other in celebration, and some sentimental girls even quietly wiped away tears.

The arduous journey of more than four months has finally come to an end at this moment.

Jiang Wen stood behind the monitor, staring at the last image frozen on the screen, and remained silent for a long time.

His eyes were also a little red, overwhelmed with mixed emotions. This debut film, which embodied countless efforts of his, was finally completed, albeit with many setbacks. Only he himself knew best how many difficulties and twists and turns had occurred along the way.

He turned around, looked at the cheering team, his gaze sweeping over familiar faces before finally settling on Yang Guangming.

Yang Guangming was also looking at him, with a calm smile on his face, and nodded to him.

Jiang Wen strode over, patted Yang Guangming's shoulder hard, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Young Master, thank you! Without you, this film would have been in real trouble."

"Director Jiang, thank you for your hard work." Yang Guangming said with a smile, "The film's successful completion is thanks to everyone's efforts."

"Yes! It's all thanks to everyone!" Jiang Wen raised her voice and turned to the crowd, "Everyone! Thank you for your hard work! I, Jiang Wen, thank you all! Tonight, let's have a good drink and not leave until we're drunk!"

"Bravo!" Another round of enthusiastic cheers erupted.

The wrap party was held at a well-established, high-class restaurant in the city.

Jiang Wen really went all out this time, booking two large, connected private rooms and setting up two large round tables.

Those seated at the main table were naturally the core creators and special guests.

Jiang Wen and Yang Guangming sat side by side in the main seats. To Jiang Wen's left were Wang Shuo, Feng Xiaogang, producer Mr. Zhang, and Geng Le.

The filming location was in Kyoto, and Feng Xiaogang, Wang Shuo, and others often came to visit the set. Guangming was very familiar with them and got along well with them.

To Yang Guangming's right were Zuo Xiaoqing, Liu Xiaoqing, Ning Jing, and Tao Hong.

Zuo Xiaoqing's attendance at the wrap party, and even her seat at the head table, was entirely due to Yang Guangming's influence.

She only had a minor cameo role, and her scenes had already been filmed, so she wasn't originally on the invitation list for the wrap party. But Yang Guangming specifically invited her, so Jiang Wen naturally didn't object.

The little girl dressed up specially today, wearing a red sweater that made her skin look fair and pure. She sat quietly next to Yang Ming, occasionally stealing a glance at him, and a faint blush appeared on her face.

The other table was occupied by the other main actors, photographers, art directors, and other department heads, and it was just as lively.

The food and drinks were served one after another, including chicken, duck, fish and meat, which was quite plentiful. The wine was Fenjiu, which the crew often drank. It was not top-of-the-line, but it was still presentable.

Everyone took their seats, and the atmosphere became lively.

As the director, Jiang Wen first raised his glass to give a closing speech.

He didn't say many platitudes, but simply expressed his sincere gratitude to everyone for their efforts, especially mentioning Yang Guangming's strong support at crucial moments, and then wished the film a smooth post-production process and a good future.

Everyone raised their glasses together and drank them down in one gulp, officially beginning the banquet.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere became even more lively.

Wang Shuo picked up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks, chewed it, looked at Jiang Wen, and began to unleash his satirical skills:
"Old Jiang, no offense, but your wrap party needs to be upgraded. Look at it, it's all chicken, duck, fish, and meat, and the only liquor is Fenjiu. Back when film crews were dirt poor, this was indeed generous of you. But things are different now!"

He gestured towards the sunlight and said, "With the young master here, you've prepared such a simple feast. Don't you know how to 'take advantage of the rich'? Our young master has such a good stomach; he's been fed bird's nest and shark fin soup."

Feng Xiaogang chimed in with a smile, "Brother Shuo is right. Director Jiang, you don't know, ever since I ate with the young master a few times, my appetite has become quite picky."

I used to think that big fish and meat were the best things, but now I realize that when the young master is around, we should at least have some delicacies to be appropriate.

As a director, you need to broaden your perspective.

Everyone at the table laughed, their eyes turning to Yang Guangming. Everyone knew Wang Shuo and Feng Xiaogang were joking, but it was also a veiled compliment to Yang Guangming.

Yang Guangming smiled and replied, "Brothers, please don't tease Director Jiang."

You all know how much money he spends. Among all directors, if you were to rank the biggest spendthrift, he would definitely be number one.

I invested that million dollars, and watched him spend it like water, without even blinking an eye. It pained me to see it go.

Being able to save money to treat everyone to this meal is already a testament to his frugality and generosity.

Post-production, travel expenses to Venice next year—everything requires careful budgeting. Asking him to buy bird's nest and shark fin soup would be a death sentence!

His words were amusing, both rescuing Jiang Wen from the predicament and pointing out Jiang Wen's "spendthrift" nature, which made everyone burst into laughter.

Jiang Wen laughed at herself, pointing at Yang Guangming: "Did you hear that? Young Master understands me best! Even the richest family doesn't have surplus grain!"

Yang Guangming continued, "Everyone has worked hard during this time. I'd like to make a statement here today: if Director Jiang wins an award at the film festival next year, I'll host the celebration banquet."

Bird's nest, shark fin, Moutai, Wuliangye—eat to your heart's content!

Ning Jing spoke quickly and bluntly: "Director Jiang, you'd better step up your game and do well at Venice next year. Bring back an award so we can all benefit from it."

"Yes! Director Jiang needs to live up to expectations!"

"We must win an award! We absolutely have to win an award!"

The crowd joined in the cheering, creating a lively atmosphere.

Jiang Wen raised his wine glass, exclaiming with great pride, "Alright! Because of what everyone said, I'll risk my life to make a splash in Venice! If that day ever comes, when the young master treats everyone to a feast of delicacies, I'll treat you all separately, but it can only be big fish and meat dishes."

"it is good!"

"A word is settled!"

The glasses clinked together again.

Zuo Xiaoqing was young, and Yang Guangming still wouldn't let her drink alcohol, only pouring her juice. Everyone knew about her relationship with Yang Guangming, and since she was underage, they naturally wouldn't urge her to drink. They would just occasionally make a few harmless jokes about the two of them, making Zuo Xiaoqing blush and lower her head, while Yang Guangming would laugh and brush her off.

Geng Le didn't say much today, but he had a smile on his face.

Later in the filming, as funding eased and the pressure lessened, his relationship with Yang Guangming improved considerably. Although he might still harbor some resentment, he maintained a polite facade. At that moment, he raised his glass and toasted Yang Guangming, saying, "Pleasant to work together," to which Yang Guangming responded with equal courtesy.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the table was filled with clinking glasses and lively conversation.

They chatted about the fun things that happened during filming, complained about the cold winter and Jiang Wen's strictness, and talked about the future of the film. More than four months of working together day and night had forged a deep bond between this temporary team.

Wang Shuo and Feng Xiaogang chatted with Yang Guangming about literature, movies, and the changes in Beijing. The sixteen-year-old was knowledgeable and articulate, and many of his views were refreshing to these "old hands," making them look at him with new respect.

Liu Xiaoqing chatted with Ning Jing and Tao Hong about women's topics, occasionally looking after the quiet Zuo Xiaoqing.

Although actress Siqin Gaowa had already finished filming and left the set, and was not present, everyone still talked about her superb acting skills.

The wrap party lasted until after 9 p.m. Most people were a little tipsy, and Jiang Wen was particularly drunk, her face flushed and her voice eight octaves higher than usual.

The banquet eventually ended, and everyone said goodbye at the restaurant entrance. The cold winter wind blew, making the wine even more potent, but also diluting some of the sadness of parting.

"Alright, alright! Go home and get some rest! We'll be busy later!" Jiang Wen waved her hand, her tongue a little slurred.

"Director Jiang, you should head back soon too!"

"Young Master, I'll contact you later!"

"Xiaoqing, come visit often!"

Everyone gathered at the restaurant entrance to say goodbye.

A bright red Mercedes-Benz W14 was already parked in front of the restaurant. In the past six months, the family's car had been upgraded, and this black W14 was a true symbol of status on the streets of Beijing in the early 1990s.

Duan Yunfeng got out of the car and opened the car door.

Yang Guangming said to Jiang Wen, Wang Shuo, and the others, "Brother Wen, Brother Shuo, Brother Gang, we'll be leaving now. Contact us anytime if you need anything later."

"Let's go, let's go, drive carefully." Jiang Wen patted his arm.

Yang Guangming nodded to Liu Xiaoqing, Ning Jing, and Tao Hong, and finally looked at Zuo Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, get in the car, I'll take you back to the team."

Zuo Xiaoqing hummed in agreement, waved to Ning Jing and the others, and obediently got into the car.

Yang Guangming got in as well, and Duan Yunfeng closed the car door and started the car.

The Mercedes-Benz smoothly drove away from the hotel entrance, disappearing into the Beijing night. Yang Guangming rolled down the car window and waved to the crowd still standing at the door seeing him off.

The black Mercedes-Benz slowly drove away, its taillights drawing two dark red streaks in the cold night before finally disappearing around the street corner.

At the restaurant entrance, the noise gradually subsided, leaving only the howling of the north wind whistling through the bare branches. A chill pierced through their thick cotton coats, sobering up the few people still standing at the entrance.

Reeking of alcohol, Feng Xiaogang tightened his collar, stared in the direction the car had disappeared, clicked his tongue, and spoke with undisguised envy and a hint of complex emotion:

"Look, look at their pomp and circumstance. Sixteen years old... What was I doing when I was sixteen? I was still in the army's cultural troupe, pulling curtains and setting up lights, thinking about how to eat more meat buns."

At sixteen, he can already come up with millions of dollars to invest in a movie without batting an eye, riding in a Mercedes, surrounded by beautiful women… There's just no comparison.

He shook his head, as if trying to shake off that sour yet convinced feeling: "The key is, he's not that kind of good-for-nothing young master."

Did you hear what he said at the table today? Every word he uttered hit the nail on the head.

"Master Jiang, you use up so much film when you shoot! He directly dubbed you 'Number One Spendthrift,' both flattering and subtly influencing you. That's quite a skill... not at all like a teenager!"

Wang Shuo, who was standing next to him, wrapped his military overcoat tighter, exhaled a puff of white breath, squinted behind his glasses, looked at the empty street, and picked up the conversation.

His voice wasn't loud, carrying his usual teasing tone, yet it also revealed a hint of seriousness:

"Old Feng, that's what you call impressive. You see, he's always unassuming on set, just acting as usual, without a trace of a spoiled brat. But when it comes to crucial moments, he takes the money when he needs to, makes the decisions when he needs to, and doesn't back down an inch. That composure is innate, but it's also something his family has built up with real money and experience."

Jiang Wen didn't speak immediately, but his eyes were exceptionally clear. He stood straight with his hands in his cotton coat pockets, gazing at the end of the street where no cars were in sight, as if he could still see the boy's calm, smiling face.

"Yeah, he's really not like a young man at all. He's as shrewd as a little fox and knows a lot about human relationships."

After a long silence, Jiang Wen finally spoke, her voice hoarse but carrying a heavy weight, "Without him, this show would have been a complete flop. And it's not just about the money... Don't you guys think so?"
The moment he sat down, his steady demeanor could quiet everyone around him down.

Even during filming, despite being the youngest, he was more composed than anyone else. Sometimes when I got impatient and yelled at him, a glance at him would actually calm me down.

He gave a wry smile: "He's right, I'm a spendthrift. I should change this habit."

He paid readily and made his demands clear, leaving you no room to fool him. You could only think about how to make the film better, to be worthy of the money and his trust.

To say he understands opera is less accurate than saying he understands people and the underlying issues.

A stronger northerly wind swept through, stirring up dust and dead leaves from the ground.

"Let's go, stop sitting here catching a chill." Liu Xiaoqing smoothed her hair and broke the brief silence. "We still have a lot to do in post-production. Director Jiang, you promised to live up to that promise, so don't let the young master's bird's nest and shark fin soup go to waste when we get to Venice next year."

"Yes, yes, let's go back, let's go back!" Geng Le also called out. He had drunk quite a bit and was a little unsteady on his feet.

The crowd finally dispersed, each seeking their own means of transportation to disappear into the vast winter night of the capital.

A cold wind blew into the car, carrying the crisp chill unique to a winter night. Zuo Xiaoqing couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Seeing this, Yang Guangming rolled up the car window again and said to Duan Yunfeng, "Brother Duan, turn the air conditioning up a bit warmer."

"Okay," Duan Yunfeng replied.

The car became warm and quiet again. Zuo Xiaoqing sat next to Yang Guangming, and could smell the faint scent of alcohol and a clean, refreshing aroma emanating from him.

Thinking that filming was over and she wouldn't be able to see him on set like this so often anymore, Zuo Xiaoqing suddenly felt a strong sense of reluctance and melancholy.

In just four months, this dazzling yet gentle young man has quietly taken up the most important place in her heart.

She stole glances at his perfect profile, her heart pounding faster and faster. In this enclosed, warm space, the emotions of parting were amplified.

The car slowly approached the gate of the gymnastics team's training base.

"Brother Duan, let's just park at the entrance," Yang Guangming said.

The tiger-headed scooter came to a steady stop under the streetlights outside the gymnastics team's gate. At this hour, the area was already quite quiet.

"I've arrived," Zuo Xiaoqing said softly, but didn't move immediately.

"Okay, go back and get some rest." Yang Guangming looked at her with gentle eyes.

Zuo Xiaoqing raised her head, mustered her courage, and said quickly, "Brother Guangming, thank you for letting me come today... and thank you for taking care of me during this time."

After saying that, she suddenly leaned over and quickly kissed Yang Guangming on the cheek. Then, like a startled deer, she immediately stepped back, her face flushed red as if it were burning, and opened the car door to get out.

Yang Guangming was slightly taken aback, then smiled. Just as she was about to get off the bus, he reached out and gently took her arm.

Zuo Xiaoqing stiffened, turned around, her eyes filled with a mixture of panic and anticipation.

Yang Guangming released her hand, leaned over, and gently kissed her smooth forehead. Then, looking into her eyes, which shimmered like water, he whispered, "Take care on the road. If you miss me, just call me. We're both in the capital, so we can see each other anytime."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a reassuring certainty.

Looking at his handsome face so close to hers, feeling the lingering warmth on her forehead, Zuo Xiaoqing felt as if a honey pot had been overturned, making her dizzy with sweetness. All the sorrow of parting seemed to be gently soothed by his words.

"Yes!" She nodded vigorously, a bright and beautiful smile blooming on her face, more captivating than ever before.

She pushed open the car door, got out, stood by the roadside, and waved vigorously at the bright sunlight inside the car.

Yang Guangming smiled at her and waved.

Zuo Xiaoqing then turned around and walked briskly towards the gate. Reaching the door, she couldn't help but turn back to look at the black sedan.

Through the car window, Yang Guangming was still looking at her and nodded.

Zuo Xiaoqing's heart was full. She waved again, took a deep breath, turned and walked into the training base, her figure disappearing into the night.

Only after she was out of sight did Yang Guangming turn his gaze away and say to Duan Yunfeng, "Brother Duan, let's go home."

"Okay," Duan Yunfeng replied, smoothly starting the car. (End of Chapter)