A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

Go is all about mindset.

When your mind gets confused, you can't continue playing the game.

In terms of the outcome of this game, whether it's the Chinese counting algorithm or the Japanese and Korean counting algorithm, the two were actually evenly matched.

If you want to calculate who wins and who loses, you have to do the final calculation.

Because these two incompetent chess players don't yet have the ability to see through the "strategic advantage" on the chessboard.

But as Fan Bingbing regained her composure and noticed her opponent's hesitation in making a move, Li Mu's attention also drifted away from the chessboard. Only then did he meet a pair of embarrassed eyes and hear the noise coming from the room.

He was taken aback, and then his face immediately turned embarrassed:

"Well... how about we leave it at that for today? Okay, Fan Bingbing... I'm... a little sleepy."

"..."

Looking at Li Mu, who had gone from being completely focused to looking utterly embarrassed, Fan Bingbing inexplicably found him somewhat adorable.

But this situation was indeed a bit awkward, so he quickly nodded:

"Okay... I'm sleepy too. By the way, Brother Li, what time are you leaving tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure about the specifics yet; I'll probably head back after the interview."

"Well, I'm leaving tomorrow too. How about we meet next week? Is Brother Li coming to Yanjing next week?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the game in front of her, a game that had given her so much novelty and left her wanting more, and said:

"I will prepare a chessboard and tea."

"OK."

Li Mu readily agreed.

"But in our line of work, we have to be on the go whenever there's news. Shall we discuss it beforehand?"

"Okay, I'll be busy for two more days. Once I finish up the satellite launch, I'll go back to Yanjing. I'll wait for your news."

"it is good."

So, amidst the woman's soft moans, the big star politely said goodbye to him, even leaving in a hurry, without taking the tea set with him.

Li Mu saw him off amicably, but after closing the door, he listened to the noise and couldn't help but feel a little restless.

But getting agitated won't help.

He went straight into the bathroom.

Fortunately, the noise had stopped by the time I came out of the shower.

He let out a long breath and closed his eyes.

I slept without any dreams.

……

On Sunday morning, before 8 a.m., Li Mu finished breakfast and returned the tea set that Fan Bingbing had left behind the night before.

Fan Bingbing hadn't gotten up yet, so she had her assistant come and get it.

Around 8:30, Bie Yan called:

"Xiao Li, come downstairs."

"Here you are, Brother Bie."

He hurried downstairs with his bag and saw Bie Yan, looking exhausted, standing in front of the Santana, rubbing his back.

Li Mu didn't ask any more questions and got into the car.

"Brother Bie, is there anything I need to be careful about when we get there?"

"No need. We'll just take the photos and leave. There's no need to try to talk to Zhang Yimou. Our principle there is to keep quiet, follow their instructions, take the photos, and then leave."

"Okay. Shall we go back to Guangzhou today?"

"Yes, tickets for the afternoon."

"it is good."

"What did you talk about with Fan Bingbing last night?"

"...We didn't talk about anything. We just bumped into each other. She had a few drinks, so I didn't say much."

"Did you relay that message?"

"Well……"

Li Mu was taken aback, then belatedly remembered Brother Bie's "reminder," and awkwardly said:

"I forgot."

"You little rascal."

Don't express your helplessness:

"Then find an opportunity to remind her next time that this is a favor. In this industry, personal relationships are very important."

"OK."

Li Mu responded and said no more.

Soon, Santana arrived at the Qin Palace.

This time, instead of buying tickets, Bie Yan made a phone call beforehand, and a staff member was already waiting at the entrance. After putting on their press passes, the two followed the staff member inside.

Upon arriving inside the Qin Palace, Li Mu had many questions, but he only brought his glasses and not his mouth.

Soon, we followed the staff to a square.

He ignored the palace and stared intently at the group of people below it.

"!"

His eyes were wide with surprise.

That's... Chen Daoming?

Leung Chiu-wai?

Zhang Manyu! ?

Jet Li is there too? Oh, and Zhang Ziyi is here too!?

I go……

This lineup...

He was speechless. At that moment, the staff member said:

"No reporters, please wait a moment while I speak with the producer."

"Okay, sure."

Bie Yan made no move to take out her camera, while the staff quickly walked towards a tent.

"Brother, you can't film these, right?"

"Um."

Don't just nod:

"When you see Zhang Yimou and Zhang Weiping later, just say hello."

"……OK."

The two waited there for a while, and soon, a staff member came out:

"No reporters, Mr. Zhang and Director Zhang invite you two inside."

"OK, thanks."

Bie Yan nodded politely and led Li Mu to the tent entrance.

"Director Zhang, General Manager Zhang."

"Haha, don't be a reporter, it's been a long time!"

A cheerful voice rang out.

As Li Mu walked into the tent, reeking of secondhand smoke, he saw a lean man wearing a baseball cap...

Zhang Yimou!

Renowned director Zhang Yimou!

So this is what Zhang Yimou looks like in real life; he's pretty much the same as he looks on TV...

A meaningless thought floated into his mind.

"Oh, who is this?"

At this moment, the slightly chubby middle-aged man who had let out a hearty laugh looked curiously at Li Mu.

Don't just smile slightly:

"This is Li Mu, an intern reporter from our newspaper. He's with me now. Li, this is Zhang Weiping, or General Manager Zhang."

Li Mu quickly regained his senses and greeted them politely:

"Hello Mr. Zhang, I am Li Mu, an intern reporter. Please take care of me."

"Haha, no problem at all. Xiao Li, that reporter is very capable; you can't go wrong following him."

"Yes, that's right."

Li Mu nodded quickly, and then Bie Yan greeted him:

"Director Zhang, it's been a long time."

Zhang Yimou, who had been staring blankly and silent since the beginning, finally snapped out of his daze, saw Bie Yan, and calmly nodded.

"Yeah, long time no see."

"Director Zhang, we took photos of the opening ceremony today. Are there any aspects of the article's format that we should emphasize, or anything we should avoid?"

"Well……"

Just as Zhang Yimou was about to speak, Zhang Weiping next to him burst into laughter:

"Haha, reporter, you can handle it yourself. Say a few nice things to them. But don't reveal too much, hahaha..."

"..."

Zhang Yimou seemed somewhat speechless.

But he didn't refute it.

Bie Yan smiled and nodded:

"Definitely."

He pointed at Li Mu as he spoke:

"Otherwise, would I have brought Xiao Li along? Mr. Zhang, don't let his internship fool you; he's already written a headline article, and just a few days ago he did two interviews with the people from 'Young Justice Bao.' His writing is of a very high standard."

"Oh?"

Zhang Weiping looked at Li Mu again, his eyes suddenly darting around, and said to a man in his thirties beside him:

"Zhou Wei, exchange phone numbers with Xiao Li. Xiao Li, this is our assistant director. You two should keep in touch."

"Well……"

Li Mu glanced at Bie Yan immediately, then nodded and smiled:

"OK."

Soon after exchanging phone numbers with the assistant director named Zhou Wei, Zhang Yimou checked the time:

"It's about time, let's begin."