I am a historical film director in the entertainment industry.

Why don't you hire a regular house cleaner?

Da Tiantian covered her mouth and nose with her hand and said.

Yup!

After being reminded by Da Tiantian, he realized he had done something stupid.

The property management company provides this service.

If people disturb them regularly, there won't be any unpleasant smells, and the plants that you've worked so hard to grow won't die.

Cheng Sheng found two towels, wet them, and handed one to Da Tiantian, saying, "Cover your mouth and nose, and then come with me to clean the room."

"They don't even have a mask."

Da Tian Tian made a complaint, but she still covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel.

Then they cleaned the room together with Cheng Sheng.

The two of them were busy for almost an hour.

Cheng Sheng was so tired that his limbs felt weak and he could barely straighten his back.

Half an hour earlier, Da Tiantian had thrown the towel aside and then lay down on the cleaned sofa in a very unseemly manner.

One leg was propped up on the coffee table, while the other leg dangled under the sofa and swung back and forth, while his hands kept fanning himself.

If you didn't know Jing Tian's background, you'd probably think she was a wild girl from the countryside!
"Make way, let me lie down too."

He was so tired; it took him more than an hour to clean the living room, and he hadn't even touched the bedroom yet! But Cheng Sheng really didn't want to clean anymore.

He plopped down on the sofa and kicked Da Tian Tian with his foot.

Da Tiantian glanced at Cheng Sheng, showing no intention of giving way at all.

Cheng Sheng was utterly speechless. He even wanted to ask Da Tiantian, "Whose home is this anyway?"

But I really didn't have the energy to argue with her, so I hooked a chair over with my foot, leaned back on the sofa, and put my legs on the chair.

Ring ring ring!
After resting with my eyes closed for about ten minutes, my phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang.

Cheng Sheng glanced at it, but really didn't want to get up, since his back was still sore!
But after thinking about it, she still forced herself to stand up, walked to the table, picked up her phone, and answered the call: "Third Master."

The caller was none other than Master Han.

"Xiao Cheng, have you returned to the capital yet?" Third Master Han asked.

"Just got home and I'm cleaning the house right now! I haven't been back for months, and the house is all moldy," Cheng Sheng said.

"When will you be free to come visit me?"

"This afternoon! After I finish cleaning the house, I need to go to the Central Academy of Drama, and then I'll go to your place."

Cheng Sheng thought for a moment and then said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you. Let's have dinner together tonight."

After saying that, Third Master Han hung up the phone.

Cheng Sheng put down his phone and said to Da Tiantian, who was lying there, "I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first. We'll go out to eat later."

"Mmm," Da Tiantian replied lazily.

Cheng Sheng shook his head upon seeing this; this girl was becoming more and more like someone who didn't consider herself an outsider.

Afterwards, Cheng Sheng spent more than ten minutes taking a shower, changing his clothes, and then helped Da Tiantian up.

"I'm so tired! So tired!"

Sweetie, who walks with a hunched back, kept talking.

Cheng Sheng's lips twitched; he hadn't even complained of being tired!

Ring ring ring!
Just then, Da Tian Tian's phone rang.

Da Tiantian didn't answer immediately. Instead, she straightened up and stretched out her arms, saying, "Answer it for me."

"I go!"

Cheng Sheng was completely dumbfounded.

It can still be done like this.

But the phone kept ringing, and Da Tiantian was staring intently at him. Cheng Sheng shook his head helplessly, took the phone out of her bag, answered it, and held the phone to her ear.

"Okay, wait for me at the entrance of the community, I'll be right there."

After saying that, Da Tiantian asked Cheng Sheng to put the phone back in her bag and said, "The person who delivered the keys is here. I told him to wait for me at the entrance of the community. Let's hurry over."

The two quickly arrived at the entrance of the residential area, where a middle-aged man was standing. "Hello, Miss, Mr. Lu asked me to bring you the keys," the middle-aged man said respectfully as he walked up to Da Tian Tian.

He then took a key out of his pocket and handed it to Da Tiantian.

"Thank you."

Da Tian Tian took the keys and thanked them.

Seeing that he had completed his task, the middle-aged man said nothing more and simply said goodbye and left.

Which building is your house in?

Cheng Sheng asked.

"Guess!" Da Tian Tian said with a sly smile.

"Do you think I should guess or not?" Cheng Sheng said coldly.

"How boring, it's right downstairs from you." Da Tian Tian pouted, looking displeased.

downstairs!

What a coincidence!
It seems I'll have to be on guard against Da Tian Tian's constant harassment from now on.

Cheng Sheng first took Da Tiantian to lunch nearby, then went to a nearby supermarket to buy two bottles of Moutai, and then sent Da Tiantian back home.

He took two bottles of genuine Moutai and headed towards the Central Academy of Drama.

Today is Sunday, and school is on holiday.

Students with dreams went out to find opportunities, while those with a more laid-back attitude stayed in their dormitories to sleep.

However, even at the Fang family's residence, there were still many people at the school.

Along the way, people saw Cheng Sheng and excitedly went up to greet him.

Cheng Sheng maintained his smile and exchanged a few pleasantries with them.

[Congratulations to Cheng Sheng, a student from our Directing Department, for winning Best Screenplay at the Venice Film Festival; congratulations to Li Naiwen, a graduate of our school, for winning Best Actor at the Venice Film Festival.]

Walking on campus, Cheng Sheng noticed that there were long banners like this everywhere in the school.

Especially the banner at the school gate, it's ridiculously big, anyone passing by the school can see it.

Cheng Sheng didn't need to guess to know that this was the principal's arrangement.

The same thing was done when "The Great Tang Dynasty" won an award at Venice, only this time it wasn't as ostentatious.

Cheng Sheng wondered to himself if the leaders of Beijing Film Academy would be furious if they saw this while passing by the entrance of the Central Academy of Drama.

When Cheng Sheng arrived at the principal's office, he heard a fierce argument coming from inside. He finally understood: the leaders of Beijing Film Academy were furious, otherwise they wouldn't have come to the Central Academy of Drama to argue with Xu Xiaozhong.

Standing at the door, Cheng Sheng truly didn't know whether to go in or not.

Inside, people were already exchanging greetings about each other's families. If he went in, he would probably be targeted by the irrational leaders of the Beijing Film Academy.

But it's not good to just stand at the door without going in.

Just as he hesitated to move forward.

bump!
The door was pulled open forcefully from the inside, and three leaders from the Beijing Film Academy walked out angrily. When they saw Cheng Sheng, their expressions froze for a moment, but they quickly glared at Cheng Sheng with a sinister look.

Before leaving, he passed by him and said, "You just wait, kid. Don't think you're so great just because you made one movie. We at Beijing Film Academy won't let this go so easily."

"Wow, is this my fault too?"

Cheng Sheng felt numb as he watched the leaders from Beijing Film Academy leave.

I should have known he would hide first.

"Xiao Cheng, when did you get back? Come in quickly... come in quickly."

The door opened, and Xu Xiaozhong, who was in the principal's office, saw Cheng Sheng at the door and immediately waved enthusiastically.

"Principal, what's wrong with them?"

Upon entering the office, Cheng Sheng placed two bottles of Moutai on the table and asked curiously.

"Xiao Cheng, you're very thoughtful. Don't pay attention to these bastards; they're just jealous." Xu Xiaozhong said with a smile, looking at the Moutai.

"envy?"

Cheng Sheng asked, puzzled.

The Beijing Film Academy has been ahead of the Central Academy of Drama for so many years, why would they be jealous! (End of Chapter)