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

Liu Qianqian doesn't think so.

She felt the result was terrible.

At this moment, she, who dared not sleep alone, was sleeping in the master bedroom with Wang Xiaoli, while Yu Le had already gone back to his storage room to sleep.

The plan was a complete and utter failure.

Early the next morning.

The morning sunlight, like an inconsiderate visitor, forced its way through the gap in the curtains and shone on the plate of ravaged fried dough sticks on the dining table.

Liu Qianqian was treating the fried dough stick in her hand like her father's killer, pressing it hard into the soy milk.

"Gurgle gurgle".

The fried dough sticks were bubbling and completely mushy.

She had insomnia last night.

As soon as I close my eyes, the image of a koala hugging a tree automatically plays in my mind on a loop.

She originally wanted to be a shrewd matchmaker, but ended up playing the role of a terrified groundhog.

Not only did she fail to bring them together, but her mother also made a fool of herself all night. Even when she woke up this morning, she could feel that her mother's gaze was filled with three parts affection, three parts amusement, and four parts concern as to "Is this child stupid?"

So embarrassing.

This was a major setback in her matchmaking career.

"If you poke it again, the bowl of soy milk will be on the verge of calling the police."

Yu Le sat opposite, holding today's Beijing Morning Post. Although the face behind the newspaper could not be seen, the smugness in his voice was unmistakable.

Liu Qianqian paused, stuffed the limp fried dough stick into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster, and retorted indistinctly.

"I'm just stirring the soy milk, what do you know?"

"Yes, yes, I don't understand."

Yu Le put down the newspaper, revealing his smug face.

He picked up the soy milk in front of him, took a sip, and glanced at Liu Qianqian's obvious dark circles.

"Did you have a nightmare last night? Or were you replaying how you murdered your uncle?"

"snort!"

Liu Qianqian pushed the bowl away, picked up her schoolbag, and rushed towards the door.

"I'm going to school!"

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and her phoenix eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

"Uncle Yu, don't be so smug! Last night was an accident! It was a tactical mistake!"

"Next time! Next time I'll definitely let you..."

She hesitated, her face turning red, and finally she managed to utter a harsh remark.

"I'll let you two sleep in the same bed!"

"Bang!"

The security door was slammed shut, making the walls shake twice.

This girl, what kind of wild and inappropriate words are these?

Yu Le looked at the still trembling door frame and shook his head helplessly.

The room fell silent again.

Liu Xiaoli went to school early in the morning, and now only he, the salted fish, is left at home.

Yu Le stretched and was about to go back to sleep for a while, while also thinking about whether to have braised lion's head meatballs or sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch.

The Nokia 3310 on the table suddenly started vibrating as if it had an epileptic seizure, accompanied by a monotonous and shrill electronic ringtone.

Yu Le glanced at the screen.

Li Ming.

That sucker at Wheatfield Music... oh no, I mean, partner.

He slowly picked up his phone and pressed the answer button.

"Feed?"

"Brother Yu! It's exploded!"

On the other end of the phone, Li Ming's voice was so excited, as if he had just been injected with two pounds of chicken blood, that Yu Le had to hold the phone half a meter away from him.

"Did you find a gold ingot this early in the morning?"

Yu Le picked at his ear.

"Even closer than a gold ingot!"

Li Ming took a deep breath on the other end, seemingly trying to calm his excited emotions, but his voice was still wildly teetering on the edge of cracking.

"The October data is out!"

"Invisible Wings! Monthly sales! Broke records!"

"How much do you know? Huh? Take a guess!"

Yu Le propped her legs up on the coffee table and settled into a more comfortable position.

"Speak your mind, or get to the point. I need to catch up on my sleep."

Two hundred thousand! A full two hundred thousand!

Li Ming's voice was trembling.

"This only accounts for the sales of legitimate cassette tapes and CDs! It doesn't even include pirated copies! If you include ringtone downloads, the figure is astronomical!"

"Brother Yu, your 5% cut... hehe, you'll make over 100,000 this month from that alone!"

Even though it was over the phone, Yu Le could imagine Li Ming's "Praise me!" expression.

Two hundred thousand copies.

In 2002, an era rife with piracy and a declining record industry, it was truly a miracle that a single song could sell this many copies in a single month.

"oh."

Yu Le's reaction was lukewarm.

Li Ming on the other end of the phone was speechless at that indifferent "oh".

It was like punching cotton; all my enthusiasm was instantly doused with cold water.

"No... Brother Yu, this is money! Aren't you excited?"

"Money is a good thing, transfer the money quickly."

Yu Le yawned.

Li Ming was completely convinced.

Does this person regard money as dirt?

Or did he anticipate this outcome?

"Alright, alright, I'll transfer the funds to you this afternoon. But Brother Yu, about that full contract we discussed before..."

"Stop."

Yu Le decisively cut him off.

"I won't sign the person. The songs can still be sold. If you bring this up again, I'm hanging up."

"No, no, no! We won't talk about it anymore!"

Li Ming quickly admitted defeat.

Yu Le is now his god of wealth; he's too busy worshipping him to dare offend him.

"Um, there's an awards ceremony next month, and the organizers want to invite Sisi to attend..."

"I'm not going."

Yu Le refused decisively.

"She's still a student and has to attend classes. Winning one of those prizes like a pork-sharing contest is pointless; it's a waste of time."

"...Alright then."

Li Ming wiped his sweat.

hang up the phone.

Yu Le tossed his phone onto the sofa.

Before the phone could even settle properly, it rang again.

This time it was an unfamiliar number.

The area code for Tianjin.

Yu Le raised an eyebrow.

Tianjin?

The only people he knew in Tianjin, besides the old lady who sold jianbing guozi, were that one other person.

connected.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Xiao Yu! It's me, Li Dawei!"

A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone, mixed with background noise from the film set.

"Director Li?"

Yu Le sat up straight.

This gentleman never visits the temple without a reason.

The filming of "The Story of a Noble Family" is nearing its end, a crucial moment. A phone call at this time is definitely not for catching up.

"What's wrong? Missing my braised pork?"

"Hey! You know what, I'm actually craving it! I've even lost weight lately!"

Li Dawei made a couple of sarcastic remarks, then changed the subject and became serious.

"Let's get down to business. Xiao Yu, I've found a great job for your Qianqian."

"What kind of work? If it's just being an extra, forget it. My Sisi's worth is completely different now."

Yu Le deliberately acted arrogantly.

"Screw you, extra! Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Li Dawei chuckled and cursed, lowering his voice and appearing mysterious.

Do you know Zhang Jizhong?

Yu Le's lips twitched.

Big beard.

In the world of Chinese dramas in the early 2000s, this name was a golden brand.

Although the films produced received mixed reviews, and the production team was more adept at using the blower than anyone else, their resources were undeniable; they were CCTV's favored child.

"Have you heard of it? The one that makes martial arts films?"

"Yes! That's him!"

Li Dawei appeared very excited.

"He's currently preparing for 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils,' and the casting process is in full swing! The role of Wang Yuyan still hasn't been decided."

"Old Zhang is very picky; he looked at hundreds of them and wasn't satisfied with any of them."

"I sent him the sample footage of Sisi in 'The Story of a Noble Family' and the music video for 'Invisible Wings'."

At this point, Li Dawei paused, seemingly keeping the conversation in suspense.

Yu Le didn't urge him, and just listened quietly.

"And guess what happened?"

"Old Zhang just called me, he was so excited he almost crawled over the phone line! He said this is the Wang Yuyan he's been looking for!"

"Xiao Yu, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! It's a Jin Yong drama! Once Qianqian gets on this show, she'll be unstoppable in the industry!"

Li Dawei became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see Liu Qianqian standing on the podium.

Yu Le gently tapped his knee with the fingers holding his phone.

Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Wang Yuyan.

Fairy Sister.

This was the starting point for Liu Qianqian's deification in her previous life.

That silly girl who would only follow him around yelling about being hungry and would cling to him in fear even when watching a horror movie is finally about to spread her wings and fly high.

"Thanks, Director Li."

Yu Le's voice became unusually serious.

Although he knew this was an inevitable historical event, he had to accept the favor that Li Dawei had done for him by giving him a push at this time.

"No need to thank me! I like that girl Sisi too. She's talented, hardworking, and a promising talent."

Li Dawei chuckled on the other end of the line.

"But Xiao Yu, you have to remember this favor. Next time I go to Beijing, that braised pork..."

"Enough is enough."

Yu Le smiled.

"Not only braised pork, but also Buddha Jumps Over the Wall will be served to you."

"Alright! I'm relieved to hear that! The production team will contact you for auditions soon, so tell Sisi to get ready."

"I'm done hanging up. I still have to go and yell at those useless extras."

"Oh, by the way, when 'The Story of a Noble Family' premieres, please help promote your daughter, Qianqian, okay?"

"no problem."

"Beep beep beep..."