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Let's talk about roles?

At the hotel?

Is it still night?

The abacus beads practically flew into Yu Le's face.

Liu Xiaoli's face turned cold.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu, I have to take care of Qianqian tonight, so it's inconvenient."

"Sigh! The child is already so big, what else does he/she need to be taken care of?"

Zhu Fugui clearly didn't take the rejection seriously, and leaned forward again, exuding a sense of oppression.

"Miss Liu, this is a great opportunity. Our film has a large investment and many roles. Although the role of Wang Yuyan has been confirmed, the amount of screen time and how it's filmed are all up to the investors."

Threat.

A naked threat.

If I don't go, my role might be cut, or even...

Liu Xiaoli's fingers tightened suddenly, her nails digging into her palm.

She could endure other people's disdain and the hardships of the journey, but she could not tolerate anyone using her daughter's future to blackmail her.

Just as she was preparing to fight back.

A hand holding disposable chopsticks reached out without warning and slapped Zhu Fugui's hand with precision.

It wasn't very forceful, but it was extremely insulting.

"Ouch!"

Zhu Fugui winced in pain and jerked his hand back.

"Who? Who's the blind fool...?"

He turned his head angrily, only to be met with Yu Le's smiling face.

Yu Le slowly wiped the "murderous" chopstick on his clothes, as if he had just hit something dirty.

"Mr. Zhu, why are you talking in your sleep in broad daylight?"

Yu Le popped a peanut into his mouth and chewed it with a crunch.

"Discuss the script? We have to go to a hotel? And we have to turn off the lights to talk? What, is your script glow-in-the-dark?"

Upon hearing this, several staff members who had been listening intently to the gossip almost couldn't hold back their laughter, their shoulders trembling and their faces turning red.

Zhu Fugui's chubby face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He's been in the industry for so long, and with all that money he has, which minor celebrity wouldn't fawn over him? When has he ever been subjected to this kind of bullying?

Who do you think you are?

Zhu Fugui pointed at Yu Le's nose, spitting everywhere.

"I'm the investor in this show! I can cast whoever I want! I can cut whose scenes I want! Believe me, I can fire this girl with a single word!"

Liu Qianqian, who was still gnawing on a chicken leg, paused upon hearing this.

The little girl tossed the chicken leg into her lunchbox, pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, and a layer of frost settled over her beautiful face.

She was about to stand up when Yu Le pressed her shoulder down.

"Sit still and eat your food. Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking."

Yu Le pressed her back into the chair, then stood up and looked down at Zhu Fugui, who only reached his chin.

Height advantage.

Superior looks.

An overwhelming aura.

"Withdrawal of investment? Replacement of personnel?"

Yu Le seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and picked at his ear.

"Mr. Zhu, did you forget to take your medicine before you left home? This play is Zhang Jizhong's, and this role was chosen by Jin Yong. Who do you think you are? You think you're the Jade Emperor just because you're making a little money?"

"Fine! You've got guts!"

Zhu Fugui was so angry that he was trembling all over. His finger trembled as he pointed at Yu Le, and then at Liu Xiaoli, whose face was ashen.

"You're asking for it! You just wait! If I don't get this girl off the set, I'll take your surname!"

After saying that, he glared at Liu Qianqian, who was still calmly eating, and turned away in a huff.

Their backs were practically screaming "Don't underestimate a poor young man"... no, it should be "Don't underestimate a middle-aged man."

"cut."

Yu Le sat back down in the recliner, looking disdainful.

"How come people from all walks of life can invest in this film?"

Liu Xiaoli, however, was not as relaxed as him.

She looked in the direction Zhu Fugui had left, her brows furrowed, filled with worry.

"Yu Le, you're being too impulsive. He's an investor after all, what if he really..."

"Really? Really withdrawing investment?"

Yu Le picked up a piece of green vegetable from Liu Qianqian's plate and said casually.

"Let them leave. Out with the old, in with the new. Keeping these toads who want to eat swan meat around is disgusting."

Despite saying that, Liu Xiaoli was still not relieved.

In this industry, capital is everything.

If you offend capital, even if you have extraordinary talent, you may be sidelined or blacklisted.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy, it'll give you wrinkles."

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

"We'll meet force with force and water with earth. If that idiot really dares to cause trouble, the worst outcome is that we'll just stop acting and I'll cook you a whole fish feast when we get home."

Upon hearing about the "whole fish feast," Liu Qianqian's previously worried face instantly lit up.

"I want to eat squirrel-shaped mandarin fish! And boiled fish too!"

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat."

Yu Le flicked her forehead.

……

Not long after.

There was a knock on the door.

This time, I wasn't in charge of coordination or food delivery.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of tobacco hit the door.

Zhang Jizhong stood at the door.

The bearded director, who usually yells at people with great force on set, seemed rather listless at this moment.

His beard drooped, and he held a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers.

"Director Zhang?"

Liu Xiaoli was packing Qianqian's costume for tomorrow when she saw this and her heart skipped a beat.

That bad feeling washed over me like a tidal wave.

"Come in and talk."

Zhang Jizhong stubbed out his cigarette.

He walked into the house and, without any ceremony, plopped down on a rattan chair.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Even Liu Qianqian, who was secretly eating cookies, noticed something was wrong and quietly looked over.

"Um... Xiaoli."

Zhang Jizhong rubbed his face, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

After a long while, he finally raised his head, his face filled with guilt and helplessness.

"Zhu Fugui... has made some tough statements."

Liu Xiaoli's hand trembled, and the costume she had just folded for Liu Qianqian fell apart.

She asked, trying to appear calm.

"What did he say?"

Zhang Jizhong sighed.

"He said... if we don't replace Sisi, he'll withdraw his investment."

"Should we switch to Sissi?"

Yu Le turned around, and the cynical smile on his face faded somewhat.

"Old Zhang, you're one of the top directors in the country. A nouveau riche wanting to withdraw his investment is causing you so much trouble? Doesn't this film have CCTV's backing?"

Zhang Jizhong gave a bitter smile, a smile that was more unsightly than a cry.

"Xiao Yu, you don't understand. CCTV is in charge, but the money doesn't just fall from the sky. The total investment for this show is 34 million, and Zhu Fugui alone invested 8 million."

"Eight million!"

Zhang Jizhong held up eight fingers and waved them in the air.

Eight million was no small sum at this time, and it was not a small sum for Zhang Jizhong either.

Moreover, he himself invested several million in this film, and at this time he didn't have any spare money to make up for it.

"If this money is withdrawn, the production will have to stop immediately. Hundreds of people are waiting to eat, and there are costs for set design, costumes, props... everything costs money."

"I'm in a bind now."

He looked at Liu Qianqian, his eyes full of regret.

"I really like Sisi. Even Mr. Jin agreed. If we changed the actress, the play would lose its flavor. But..."

"But without money, the film can't be made."

"It's tough for me!"

The room was deathly silent.

Only the wind outside the window was whistling.

Liu Xiaoli's face was deathly pale.

She looked at her daughter, who sat helplessly by the bed, and felt heartbroken.

This is my daughter's chance.

The daughter is Wang Yuyan, handpicked by Jin Yong.

If Sisi loses her role for such a disgusting reason, how devastating would that be for her?

"Then...is there any other way?"

Liu Xiaoli's voice trembled, even carrying a hint of pleading.

Zhang Jizhong raised his head, looked at Liu Xiaoli, and hesitated to speak.

His eyes darted away, as if he found it difficult to speak.

"Yes... there is one."

"What can we do?" Liu Xiaoli asked, as if grasping at a last straw.

Zhang Jizhong gritted his teeth and said.

"President Zhu just called me. He said... as long as you go to the Emperor Hotel tonight, apologize to him, and have dinner with him, there's still room for negotiation on this matter."