Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

After hanging up Li Zhaohua's overseas call, Yu Le sat quietly in the rocking chair for a long time.

The morning light outside the window pierced through the thin mist, casting dappled shadows on his face.

Yu Le finally agreed to Li Zhaohua's suggestion and decided that for Liu Qianqian's future, he would go to the United States to try his luck.

After explaining the situation to Liu Xiaoli and arranging company affairs (which were actually nothing much), Yu Le prepared to set off.

Salted Fish Entertainment.

Yu Le pushed a silver suitcase, a pair of large sunglasses perched on his nose, and moved with the speed of the wind, ready to leave.

A figure rushed over.

"Boss! You can't leave!"

That voice was harsh and mournful.

Yu Le was so startled that she jumped back, almost dropping her suitcase.

Take a closer look.

Ning Hao.

The man, who had just been promoted to "international director", was now tightly gripping Yu Le's clothes with both hands.

Yu Le impatiently shook his sleeves.

"Let go."

"I won't!" Ning Hao shook his head vigorously. "Boss, you're gone for miles, across the Pacific Ocean. When will I ever see you again?"

Yu Le's temple throbbed twice.

"Ning Hao, you're a big director now, with box office earnings exceeding 100 million."

Yu Le pulled his sunglasses down a little, revealing a pair of eyes full of disdain.

"Pulling and tugging at each other in public, putting on this kind of sob story—have they no shame?"

Ning Hao raised his head, his face full of self-righteousness.

"A face? Can that thing be used as a script for a movie? Can it be sold at the box office?"

"Boss, look at me! Look at me closely!"

He pointed to his haggard face.

"Sissi went to film 'Chinese Paladin,' and Shu Chang went to act in 'Cell Phone'! Why did you forget about me?!"

Are you trying to sideline me?

Yu Le understood.

This guy's got nothing better to do than sit around doing nothing.

Yu Le sighed, pulled her sleeve out of his hand, and straightened the wrinkled fabric.

"You're a director, not an assembly line worker."

"Want to make movies? Write your own script."

"The company's finance department is on the third floor. Just bring the script and let me see it before filming, and I'll approve the budget."

This treatment is unique in the entire Chinese-language entertainment industry.

Other directors have to beg and plead to secure investment, and even then, they have to revise the script to please the investors.

At Xianyu Entertainment, Ning Hao enjoys absolute creative freedom and financial support.

But this is precisely where Ning Hao's greatest pain lies.

He let go, and collapsed like a deflated balloon.

"Boss, here's the problem."

Ning Hao scratched his messy hair.

"I've just been lacking inspiration lately."

"After the initial excitement of 'Stone' wore off, I wanted to try something new, but the stuff I wrote..."

He shook his head, looking constipated.

"It's all garbage. I can't even stand looking at it myself, let alone show it to you."

This is the legendary "Second Comprehensive Sign".

His debut work was an instant hit; his starting point was too high.

If you can't catch the second one, you could easily fall to your death.

Ning Hao is currently standing on the edge of a cliff, wanting to fly but afraid of crashing.

Yu Le couldn't help but laugh at his conflicted expression.

"So you were waiting for me today because you wanted inspiration?"

"You're the boss!"

Ning Hao looked completely at ease.

"Everyone in the company knows that your brain is a treasure trove. Just a little bit of it leaking out could feed us for three years."

"You certainly know how to make things easy."

Yu Le glanced at the watch on his wrist.

There are still three hours until boarding.

There is plenty of time.

He stood his suitcase upright and beckoned to Ning Hao with his finger.

"Come with me."

The two entered the boss's office one after the other. Yu Le didn't even sit down, but went straight to the desk and opened the bottom drawer.

Inside were several magazines and an unremarkable blue folder.

He pulled the folder out.

Just toss it aside.

"Smack."

The folder flew in an arc and landed precisely in Ning Hao's arms.

"Take it."

Ning Hao caught it in a flurry of activity.

"I was planning to give it to you after you'd cleared out the mush in your head."

"Since you're in such a hurry to go lay bricks, then I'll grant your wish."

Ning Hao opened the folder with suspicion.

The first page.

Several bold, large characters came into view.

Lost in Thailand.

"Lost in Thailand?"

Ning Hao muttered the strange name.

"Thailand? LOL? Is that pronounced 'jiong'? What does it mean?"

"That's not important."

Yu Le waved his hand.

"I've already thought of the lead actors for you: Xu Zheng, Wang Baoqiang, and Huang Bo."

Ning Hao's hands began to flip through the script rapidly.

Although it was just an outline and the script for the first few scenes, the jokes were so dense they gave him goosebumps.

Ladyboys, spas, cacti, making scallion pancakes.

"This notebook... is amazing!"

Ning Hao slammed the folder shut and hugged it tightly in his arms like he was holding his own son.

"Boss! You're like my own father!"

"Get lost, I don't have a son as big as you."

Yu Le stood up and patted the wrinkles on his pants.

"This film doesn't need to be too particular about camera aesthetics, nor does it need to have any profound meaning."

"Get the audience to go to the cinema, leave their brains at home, and come out laughing until their stomachs hurt. Then your mission is accomplished."

Yu Le pulled the suitcase handle back up.

"There's no budget limit. We're filming in Thailand, so don't be stingy. Let's have explosions and car chases whenever necessary."

Ning Hao shuddered and instinctively squeezed his legs together.

"I guarantee I'll complete the task! Just you wait and see, boss!"

"Alright, that's enough."

Yu Le waved and strode towards the door, pushing his suitcase.

The automatic sensor door slowly opened.

Leave the company.

The sunlight outside was a bit too bright.

A black minivan was already parked on the side of the road waiting.

Yu Le threw his suitcase in and climbed into the back seat.

The car door closed.

It isolates you from the noise outside.

"To the airport."

Yu Le gave the order.

The car started smoothly and merged into the endless sea of ​​cars.