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"Beep...beep...beep..."

There was only a busy tone on the other end of the phone. Zhu Fugui probably hadn't recovered from the roar when Zhang Jizhong slammed his phone on the table. He looked like he had just run five kilometers of cross-country running, and his big beard was trembling.

Cool.

That's fucking awesome.

He finally managed to vent all the anger that had been building up inside him.

Half an hour later, Yu Le returned to the film crew.

Zhang Jizhong almost jogged to greet him, his bright smile seemingly capable of dispelling the morning mist.

"Brother Yu! Oh, my good brother!" He grabbed Yu Le's arm with such force and enthusiasm that it sounded like they were about to become sworn brothers. "Come on, come on, the legal department is getting impatient. Let's sign the contract first!"

Yu Le was half-dragged and half-pulled by him towards the finance office.

Xiao Wang from the legal department had already printed out the contracts; it was a thick stack, exuding the fresh smell of ink.

Zhang Jizhong pushed the contract in front of Yu Le and pointed to the terms on it.

"Eight million, that's fifteen percent of the final profit. How about that?"

Yu Le glanced at it briefly, without looking at it in detail.

There's actually a lot to mean by these numbers.

The total investment is 34 million, and 8 million should account for at least 23% of that.

But the production team's investment isn't calculated that way. Zhang Jizhong's work, connections, and copyright are all hidden costs.

For someone like Yu Le, who is a "hands-off manager" who only invests money and doesn't manage anything, taking 15% is actually a fairly fair price.

"Alright, sign it."

Yu Le clapped his hands, took the pen handed to him by Zhang Jizhong, and signed his name at the end of the contract in a flamboyant manner.

Just as I stepped out of the office, I bumped into Liu Xiaoli and Liu Qianqian, who were rushing over.

The mother and daughter had clearly heard the news, and their expressions were quite interesting.

Liu Xiaoli's usually composed dancer face was now filled with existential doubt.

"Director Zhang... has the money really arrived?"

Her voice sounded a little unsteady, as if she were dreaming.

Zhang Jizhong waved the contract in his hand, smiling like a greedy man who had seen a gold ingot.

"We've arrived! A full eight million! Not a penny less!"

"Xiaoli, Xiaoyu's wealth is unfathomable!"

Liu Qianqian stared wide-eyed at the side, her small mouth agape, wide enough to fit a quail egg.

She darted over to Yu Le and circled him three times, as if she wanted to get to know this "Uncle Salty Fish" again.

"Uncle Yu, tell me honestly, did you rob a bank?"

The little girl reached out and poked Yu Le's arm, her expression clear yet with a hint of innocent foolishness.

"Or are you actually a prince who escaped from some country and has now inherited a fortune of billions?"

Yu Le tapped her on the head in an annoyed tone.

"What are you thinking about? Stop watching those melodramatic idol dramas."

"Those were some stocks I bought a while ago. They've been performing well these past couple of days, so I just sold them off."

"Sold it casually?"

Liu Xiaoli took a deep breath, feeling that her heart was a little overloaded.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Yu Le said helplessly.

"I told you long ago I'm a multi-millionaire, but you wouldn't believe me. You forced me to come clean. Now look what's happened, you can't even pretend to be poor and freeload off me anymore."

Liu Qianqian listened attentively, a fierce thought process raging in her little head.

rich.

Very rich.

Super rich.

These three concepts flooded her mind like bullet comments.

This means I won't have to worry about not having enough money for snacks anymore? I won't have to worry about not having enough money for pretty clothes? Most importantly...

The key point is that this man is wealthy, a superb cook, willing to spend lavishly on them, and upon closer inspection, he's even somewhat handsome...

This is absolutely a treasure trove!

It must be locked tight! The key's been swallowed! Nobody can take it!

Liu Qianqian's phoenix eyes suddenly lit up with an alarming brightness, like two searchlights, locking onto Liu Xiaoli.

Mom, if you don't work hard, don't blame your daughter... I'll have to take drastic measures!

..........

In the afternoon, the sun shone brightly, its warmth gently caressing my skin.

Outside the film set, a taxi was already running, its exhaust pipe sputtering white smoke.

Liu Xiaoli's vacation is over, and she has to catch a flight back to Beijing to continue her classes.

Before leaving, she stood outside the car door, holding Liu Qianqian's hand, giving her countless words of advice and instructions.

Liu Qianqian was so tired of hearing it that she kept nodding like a chick pecking at rice.

"Okay, okay, Mom, hurry up and get in the car, or you'll miss your flight."

Watching the taxi disappear at the end of the road, Yu Le and Liu Qianqian turned around and returned to their daily filming routine on set.

By this time, the entire film crew had been turned upside down.

The news that Zhu Fugui was fired had spread to every corner of the world.

Along with this, Yu Le's identity as a "hidden tycoon" also spread like wildfire into everyone's ears.

Along the way, the way the staff looked at Yu Le changed.

It used to be: "Hey, isn't this the family member who freeloads on meals?"

The current reaction is: "Holy crap! This is the big shot who threw away eight million!"

"Hello, Mr. Yu!"

"Hello, Brother Yu!"

"Mr. Yu, would you like some water?"

The stagehands, lighting crew, and even the usually arrogant assistant director all became much more polite to Yu Le.

Yu Le remained quite calm about it.

He was still wearing those flip-flops, clattering around the set, occasionally taking out sunflower seeds from his pocket and handing them out to the extras who passed by.

"Don't call me 'General Manager Yu,' it sounds like a nouveau riche. Call me 'Brother Le,' it makes me sound younger."

His down-to-earth demeanor only made people feel that he was even more unfathomable.

That's true mastery!

That's the vision of a true leader!

Only Liu Qianqian, who was following behind, curled her lips. She knew that this guy was simply too lazy to socialize.

"Card!"

Zhang Jizhong sat behind the monitor, blasting loudspeaker messages.

"Hey you! Lin Zhiying! Your eyes! Look at yourself even more infatuated! Are you looking at a goddess?"

"Sissi! Hold on! Don't laugh! Keep your ethereal aura!"

The film set was bustling with activity.

Yu Le moved a deck chair, found a sheltered corner, and lay down comfortably, watching the show with her eyes half-closed.

As a time traveler, he knows every classic scene in the show by heart, and watching the live version now has a unique flavor.

On the monitor, the image was frozen on the final scene of the Battle of the Mills.

Due to the potent effects of the "Sad Breeze" medicine, Wang Yuyan, played by Liu Qianqian, was limp and unable to move, leaning against a pile of hay.

Lin Zhiying, who plays Duan Yu, is frantically wielding his long sword, trying to protect his beloved from the siege of the Western Xia warriors.

Zhang Jizhong stroked his large beard, repeatedly dragging the progress bar, his brows furrowed into a knot.

He felt that something was off about this shot. The actor was working hard and the movements were on point, but it just lacked a certain "flavor".

"Old Zhao, come over here and take a look." Zhang Jizhong waved.

Martial arts instructor Zhao Jian was squatting nearby eating an apple when he heard this and quickly came over.

"Director Zhang, this set of shots is really solid, every punch feels real, and the ruthlessness of the Western Xia warriors is really there."

Zhao Jian was clearly quite satisfied with his design.

Zhang Jizhong didn't speak, but his gaze inadvertently swept across the corner and he saw Yu Le lying leisurely on the chair, swaying back and forth, but with his brows slightly furrowed.

"Xiao Yu, why are you frowning? You're the investor in this play, tell me your opinion."

Yu Le spat the sunflower seed shells from his mouth into the trash can, slowly stood up, and walked to the monitor.

He stared at the "Wang Yuyan" on the screen, who was desperately dodging, his disdain almost overflowing.

"Old Zhang, are you filming 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils' or 'Water Margin'?"

Upon hearing this, the previously lively film set instantly fell silent.

Zhao Jian's smile froze, and the apple in his hand no longer tasted good.

"Mr. Yu, what do you mean? The movements I designed are all strictly based on actual combat, striving for realism."

Yu Le pointed at the screen, his tone carrying a languid air of worldly wisdom.

"Real combat? You're talking about real combat with a fairy godmother?"

"Who is Wang Yuyan? She is a fairy who lives in Mantuo Manor and is untouched by worldly affairs."

"Who is Duan Yu? He is the prince of Dali, a dashing and romantic man. When he uses the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), he moves with incredible grace."

Yu Le tapped the screen.

"Look at the moves you designed! Duan Yu's center of gravity is so low, every move is so rigid and clumsy, it looks like a brawl between thugs, where's the elegance?"

"Look at Wang Yuyan again. To dodge a knife, she actually rolled on the ground, getting covered in dust and dirt?"

"This is a fairy goddess, not a potato in the mud."

Zhang Jizhong listened intently and gestured for him to continue.

Yu Le simply put his hands in his pockets and activated his "dimensional reduction attack" mode.

"The core of Jin Yong's martial arts novels lies in the word 'chivalry,' but the core of their visual presentation lies in the word 'beauty.'"

"The current motion design is too cumbersome."

"What we want is the freehand style of flowing robes, the ethereal beauty of plucked petals and falling leaves!"