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

three days later.

Beijing.

The CEO's office at Saltyfish Entertainment.

Ning Hao, sporting a messy, unkempt hairstyle, pushed open the door and walked in, placing the stack of A4 papers on the large desk.

"Boss, this is a new notebook I made."

"Multi-narrative structure, dark humor. It's called 'Crazy Racer'."

Ning Hao pulled out a chair and sat down, rubbing his hands repeatedly on his knees.

"The protagonist is an unlucky cyclist named Geng Hao."

"Getting involved with gangs, drug dealers, and unscrupulous businessmen."

"There are two more assassins inside, trading the urn as drugs..."

Ning Hao spoke faster and faster, becoming more and more excited, but Yu Le interrupted him directly.

"Okay, go to the finance department to collect the money."

Ning Hao's mouth was open, the syllable stuck in his throat, and he froze for two seconds.

"Boss, aren't you going to look at the script?"

"I won't look."

Yu Le unscrewed the lid of the thermos and blew on the goji berries floating on top.

"Why should I look at what you filmed?"

Ning Hao's face flushed, not from emotion, but from suppressed emotions.

"I made over eighty pages for this PowerPoint presentation! I even calculated the racetrack fees and the extras' lunch costs to two decimal places!"

Ning Hao slapped his thigh in protest.

"I've lost a lot of hair writing this, please at least respect my hard work and turn a couple of pages!"

"Hold it back."

Yu Le took a sip of water.

"Take the money and get to your team, don't get in the way."

Ning Hao haphazardly shoved the documents on the table into his canvas bag.

"What if we lose money? That's fifteen million!"

"If I lose money, I'll become Liu Qianqian's assistant and be responsible for buying her milk tea every day."

Ning Hao grabbed his bag and ran outside.

"Dream on! This show is going to be a huge hit!"

The door had been closed for less than a minute when it was pushed open again.

Yang Nuo walked in with a tall girl.

Tang Yan wore a white chiffon blouse and light blue jeans, looking pure and well-behaved, with her hands folded in front of her.

She had just signed with Saltyfish Entertainment, and this was her first formal meeting with the legendary boss.

"Boss, the person has been brought over." Yang Nuo pulled over a chair and gestured for Tang Yan to sit down.

Yu Le opened the drawer, took out a bound script, threw it on the table, and slid it in front of Tang Yan.

"Summer's Desire"

Tang Yan looked down at the five large characters on the cover.

"Now that we've signed you, we won't let you sit idle." Yu Le pointed to the script. "The female lead, Xia Tianmei. Yours."

Tang Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and she picked up the script in disbelief. She, a newly signed newcomer, was going to be the lead actress in her very first role?

She excitedly opened the script, her face beaming with undisguised joy.

"Thank you, boss! I... I'll definitely do my best to act well!"

"Alright," Yu Le waved his hand, "Go rehearse with the director. Filming starts next month."

September.

At the entrance of the Beijing Film Academy.

Liu Qianqian was wearing the most ordinary jeans and white T-shirt, and a baseball cap.

She was struggling to walk along the stone path in front of the school gate, dragging a huge pink suitcase with both hands.

New students and their parents frequently cast curious glances my way.

"Is that Liu Yifei?"

"She's truly a goddess! How did she manage to carry her own luggage?"

Liu Qianqian lowered the brim of her hat and quickened her pace.

"You damned old man! You skinflint!"

She muttered to herself as she walked.

Other celebrity students bring as many as eight assistants when they start school.

She was lucky; Yu Le kicked her out of the car, and there wasn't even anyone to help her with her luggage.

"Young people need to exercise more; it's a life experience."

Yu Le was sitting in the car at the time. He rolled down the window, said those words, and drove off.

Liu Qianqian dragged her suitcase into the dormitory building, panting heavily.

He took out his phone, opened Yu Le's text message interface, and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"I'm at the dorm! My suitcase is so heavy! You owe me a big meal!"

Click send.

Half a minute later, the phone vibrated.

"I'm on the plane now, destination: Sichuan. Don't worry."

Liu Qianqian stared at the screen.

"Ahhhhh!"

She kicked the innocent pink suitcase.

.......

Sichuan City.

In the old town, a dilapidated residential building has posters in the stairwell advertising services like drain cleaning and lock picking.

Yu Le, wearing a loose black short-sleeved shirt, slowly climbed to the fifth floor.

He stopped in front of room 502.

The security door was rusty and covered with a layer of greasy dust.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang.

No one answered.

Bang bang bang.

A heavy thud was heard from inside the house, followed by a series of dragging footsteps.

The door was pulled open a crack.

A man with messy hair and thick-rimmed glasses peeked out.

Yang Yu.

He was wearing a yellowed tank top.

"Who should I look for?"

Yang Yu looked warily at the stranger outside the door.

"I'm looking for you."

Yu Le reached out and pushed the door open.

The door hinges emitted a harsh, screeching sound.

The room was dark and stuffy, with the curtains drawn tightly shut.

The air was filled with a mixture of smells from instant noodles, tobacco, and long periods of poor ventilation.

An old-fashioned desktop computer sits in the center of the living room.

The case was open, and a small fan was blowing fiercely at the motherboard.

The screen is covered with densely packed model wireframes.

Yu Le walked to the computer, pulled over a plastic stool, and sat down.

"Hit, hit a big watermelon?"

Yang Yu suddenly turned around.

"How do you know this name? I haven't posted it online yet!"

He walked a few steps to the computer and blocked the screen with his body.

Let me introduce myself.

Yu Le took a business card out of his pocket and placed it on the computer desk.

"Salted fish entertainment, leisure time."

Yang Yu glanced down at the business card.

He didn't answer.

"Never heard of it. Are you selling insurance or trying to sell broadband?"

Yu Le ignored him, her gaze sweeping over the mountain of instant noodle buckets on the table, and pointed to the rumbling, broken computer.

"This crappy machine must take half an hour to render just one frame, right?"

Yang Yu's face turned bright red.

"none of your business!"

Yu Le took a document from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, which was in an envelope, and handed it over.

Yang Yu took it suspiciously and pulled out a few pages from inside.

That was a letter of intent to hire.

Position: Chief Director of Animated Film Project

Salary: Annual salary of one million, plus project bonuses.

Authority: Independent team formation authority, full project leadership authority, and final editing authority.

Support: The company provides project budget, a top-of-the-line studio, and talent apartments in downtown Beijing.

Yang Yu's hand trembled violently.

He brought the document close to his eyes, almost pressing it against his glasses, and read it over and over again, word by word, afraid that he might misread a single word or a single zero.

He swallowed hard, his voice dry.

"Annual salary...a million? Director? What...what does this mean?"

"Come with me to the capital."

Yu Le stood up and patted the dust off his trousers.

"The animation department of Saltyfish Entertainment was built for you."

"You take the lead role and assemble your own team."