Chinese entertainment industry has been booming since 2008.

The calendar turned seven pages silently, like autumn leaves falling, so lightly that no one could notice.

Starry Night Pictures is almost out of money. If Zhang Yang doesn't send the money soon, the post-production of "My Love from the Star" will have to stop.

Looking at his bank card balance, Zhang Yang finally understood the anxiety of a certain celebrity whose card balance was only seven figures. However, he did not suffer from insomnia. Instead, he made a phone call to his mother, Yang Jinhua.

"Mom, your son is out of money, please help me out."

"Zhang Yang, you little brat, do you only call me if you're not short of money?"

"Mom, I just didn't want to make you angry. Please have pity on me, this little good-for-nothing who is unloved by my older brother, uncared for by my older sister, and despised by my younger brother. If you don't take care of me either, I'm going to sleep on a park bench."

"Stop being cheeky. I heard from your sister that you invested in a TV series and pestered her to give you a commission. You even wanted the female lead of the TV series, Fan Bingbing, to endorse our Xuewei Beer. When will you ever stop messing around?"

Listening to his mother's nagging, Zhang Yang thought to himself, "If you knew your son was going to work in the entertainment industry, you'd probably be even angrier."

"Mom, I've invested all 2000 million yuan Dad gave me into TV dramas. Now I'm so poor I can't even afford food. Are you really going to abandon your dearest son? Waaah, am I really not his biological son?"

"Zhang Yang, you little brat, you're really going to drive me crazy! 50, only 50! If you don't behave, I'm really not going to care about you anymore."

"Thank you, Mom. Love you!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang dialed his older brother Zhang Yi's number.

"Brother, I'm in dire need of money. I've invested in a big project and I'm really short on cash. Are you interested in investing? Don't worry, the return on investment is extremely high. You'll definitely regret missing this opportunity."

Zhang Yi was speechless, holding the phone. He had heard this excuse countless times; they really thought he was an idiot.

"Zhang Yang, do you think I'm stupid?"

"Big brother, how could you be stupid? You are the eldest son of Xuewei Beer, destined to inherit Xuewei Beer in the future. If you are stupid, then wouldn't Dad be the stupidest of the stupid? No way, I'm going to go to Dad and tell him that you're talking behind his back about how stupid he is."

Zhang Yi was furious: "Zhang Yang, there's only 50, not a penny more. Otherwise, you can go and complain to your father."

"Thank you, my dear brother. Don't worry. I'm letting you know in advance that I will not compete with you for control of Xuewei Beer. So, you definitely won't lose out by investing 50 yuan in me."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang wanted to call his older sister, Zhang Lin, but then he thought that he had already gotten a lot of benefits from her, so he decided to let her go this time.

As for his little brother Zhang Miao, let him go. He's just a student, not worth much. Let him go. It's immoral to ruin a promising young person.

This amount of money is still not enough for the later expenses. It seems like it's time to ask my grandparents for some money.

You only realize how little money you have when you need it, and you only realize how difficult it is to ask someone for money.

Zhang Yang originally thought 2000 million yuan would be enough for him to film 40 episodes of "My Love from the Star," but now he doesn't even have the money for post-production. This incident teaches us a lesson: when spending your own money, don't waste it.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, 2000 million is a lot, but it really doesn't last long.

Director Liu Junjie's salary is 1 million yuan, the directing team's salary is 500,000 yuan, the female lead Fan Bingbing's salary is 150,000 yuan per episode, totaling 6 million yuan, Yan Kuan, who plays the second male lead Chen Zhenshan, the eldest son of the KY Group, is paid 20,000 yuan per episode, totaling 800,000 yuan, Chen Xiao, who plays the third male lead Chen Zhenhai, the youngest son of the KY Group, is paid 5000 yuan per episode, totaling 200,000 yuan, and Tong Xiaoya, who plays the second female lead Zhao Sitian, is paid 15,000 yuan per episode, totaling 600,000 yuan.

The main cast's combined salary is already 910 million, not including the salaries of the other supporting actors, extras, and Zhang Yang.

The expenses for renting costumes and props, the crew's daily accommodation and meals, the fees Zhang Yang paid for the acting teachers who accompanied the crew, and so on, all added up to nearly 800 million yuan.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang's family owns quite a few luxury cars; otherwise, the cost of renting luxury cars and luxury goods would be a considerable expense.

Zhang Yang was thinking about how to get his face recognized by his grandparents tomorrow when his phone suddenly rang.

Zhang Yang glanced at the caller ID, frowned, and then pressed the answer button.

"Zhang Yang, why haven't you contacted me for so long? Have you forgotten about me?"

"Sister Bingbing, you've wronged me. I've been incredibly busy lately, with post-production, music, and special effects for the TV series all requiring my attention. Hey, Sister Bingbing, do you know anyone I can introduce you to? I'd really like to thank you properly later."

Zhang Yang emphasized the word "thank you," which made Fan Bingbing giggle.

"Alright, since you've said so, Zhang Yang, then it's settled. Tomorrow night at 7 pm, Club 152. Don't be late!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang didn't think much of it. He figured everything would be clear after they met tomorrow night.

.....

At the 152 Entertainment Club, Fan Bingbing's agent, Mou Xiaoguang, plays an important role. Therefore, Fan Bingbing's connections are very useful here; she booked a private room with just one phone call.

Although the agreed time was 7 o'clock, Fan Bingbing arrived at 6 o'clock. After all, she was the middleman and needed to get there early to avoid any unexpected situations.

Inside the private room, warm golden light flowed from the antique-style palace lanterns, and the air was filled with the elegant fragrance of gardenias. In the corner, a record player was playing languid jazz music.

Fan Bingbing sat curled up on the soft couch, like a cat with its claws retracted. She held a slender cigarette between her fingers, the smoke curling upwards, making her profile look soft and alluring.

The door was pushed open, and Zhang Yang walked in, led by a waiter.

Fan Bingbing didn't get up, but lazily raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over him, a playful smile curving her lips: "Little brother Zhang Yang, you've come so early, are you here to properly thank me first?"

Zhang Yang walked to Fan Bingbing's side, bent down, and placed his arms on the soft cushion beside her, forming a very aggressive semi-encirclement, his nose almost brushing against hers.

"Sister Bingbing, how would you like me to thank you?"

Zhang Yang's voice was very magnetic, his breath brushing against her earlobe with a hint of roguish laughter. At the same time, his gaze swept meaningfully over the delicate skin below her collarbone and the curves that rose and fell slightly with her breath.

Fan Bingbing's heart skipped a beat at Zhang Yang's sudden approach, but she remained calm on the surface, even deliberately blowing a faint smoke ring at him with a provocative look in her eyes: "What's wrong, little brother Zhang Yang? Have you been drained dry by that little beaker of Tong Xiaoya?"

Zhang Yang didn't answer. Instead, he reached out and gently took the cigarette from her fingers, stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray, and said in a domineering tone, "Smoking is bad. I don't like women with a mouth full of smoke."

"That's really domineering, but I like it."

After saying that, Fan Bingbing burst out laughing, and the airs she had been deliberately putting on completely disappeared.