HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

Chapter 118: Filming Wrapped Up, Crushed Like Dogs!

On the sofa, Yifei was shaking Xiang Nan's arm again.

Xiang Nan's 180-pound burly body was indeed shaken a few times by her.

Xiang Nan raised an eyebrow, lowered his head, and looked at Yi Fei's hand gripping his arm. He deliberately dragged out his words, "What's the rush? Guess first."

"Guessing again? You big blockhead!"

Yifei pouted, while Xiang Nan shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

"Uh—" Yifei paused, then climbed onto the sofa, kneeling and leaning forward. "Good blockhead, good blockhead. I never would have guessed! Tell me, is it over 150,000?"

As she spoke, she rubbed her hands together in prayer position.

Xiang Nan looked down and saw a pair of big, watery eyes looking at him pitifully.

Goodness, what an adorable little beast is this?

I can't imagine how cute the fairy sister was when she was little!

Xiang Nan couldn't stand this, so he picked up the computer on the coffee table and started explaining: "You've blown it up, Little Pudding. Since the release of 'You're Indispensable' on January 6th, it has sold 360,000 copies in Japan, 240,000 in China, and a total of 690,000 copies across Asia."

"69?" Yifei was stunned for two seconds, opened her mouth, but didn't dare to shout it out.

Then she started counting on her little hands: "Twenty per sheet, I get 30%, you get 10%; Sony gets 60% (including production). Twenty—to seventy, um—one million four hundred thousand? My 30%, that's—um—"

As she calculated, she finally frowned, roughly arrived at a number, and her phoenix eyes suddenly lit up.

The next second, she threw herself into Xiang Nan's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck: "Ahhh! You big blockhead, I can buy a Cayenne now, hahaha!"

Xiang Nan reached out and supported her waist, afraid she would fall: "Yes, yes, yes, Liu Yifei said that you would buy it yourself. Now you have enough money and can buy it. You're really amazing."

Yifei's eyes widened, and she suddenly sat up straight, her cheeks flushed red, her hands clenched into small fists and pressed against her legs. "No, it wasn't just me who earned it; you earned it for me."

Xiang Nan chuckled and reached out to ruffle her freshly combed hair: "You sing well, you put your heart into every song, you deserve to be popular. And if you feel guilty, will you work for me for free in your next drama?"

Hearing him say that, Yifei crossed her arms and grumbled twice, "Dream on!"

The two joked around on the sofa for a while until Liu's mother's voice came from the dining room: "Xiao Nan, Yi Fei, come and eat breakfast, the porridge is getting cold."

Yifei immediately pulled Xiang Nan to her feet and strode towards the dining room. Before they even reached the table, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Mom! My album sold 69 copies, across Asia!"

Liu's mother placed the steamed buns on the table, paused for a moment, then quickly regained her composure: "Really? My good daughter is so amazing!"

As she spoke, she put steamed buns into Yifei's bowl, saying, "You have to earn money, but you also have to eat."

"Uh-huh!"

While eating, Yifei suddenly glanced at Liu's mother, then quickly lowered her head again.

She knew that Liu's mother had always been dissatisfied with Xiang Nan's interference in her career, and this situation should make her feel better, right?

Regardless of whether it's Xiang Nan, the Heavenly King, or that other Heavenly King.

In Liu's mother's eyes, he was the murderer who abducted her eighteen-year-old daughter.

Now, she's even taking over her and Chen Jinfei's responsibilities for their daughter's career.

Everyone would be dissatisfied.

During the meal, Yifei's eyes darted around, and she suddenly started talking: "Mom, Da Mutou helped me a lot with this success, but the most important thing was your support, Mom. Thank you, Mom!"

Upon hearing this, Liu's mother glared at her.

If Heaven hadn't given birth to me, Liu Xiaoli, would I need a little thing like you to comfort me?

Seeing this, Xiang Nan picked up the porridge and handed it to Liu's mother, saying gently, "Auntie, Yifei is talented. I'm just lending a hand. You're always busy with this and that, you've worked so hard. After she finishes this busy period, we'll be filming another TV series. You need to take good care of yourself and get ready to join the crew."

"Fine!" Liu's mother rolled her eyes at Xiang Nan. "Now I'm a hired hand."

Yifei chuckled, "Why do you say that? You're my dearest, most beloved mom!"

"Does being a relative mean you have to work for me?"

"Mom~ Ah!"

"Hahaha----"

Thanks to Yifei's efforts to lighten the mood, the atmosphere at breakfast was quickly restored to a cheerful one.

Time flies, and it's already January 22nd.

That night, the torrential rain kept everyone awake.

New York City is a filming location for the movie "John Wick".

Xiang Nan, dressed in a suit and with his hair down, stood in the rain. As Li Cai clicked the button, Feng Man came running over from a distance, holding a towel and an umbrella: "Brother Nan, here you go."

Xiang Nan took the towel and umbrella, wiped his face haphazardly, and then walked towards the director's area.

Half an hour later.

"Sizzle—"

'

As soon as the walkie-talkie crackled to life, all the employees' eyes were drawn to the tall figure under the eaves.

Their expectations were not disappointed.

"I hereby announce that filming for 'John Wick' has now wrapped!"

"Yes!!!"

"Oh, thank God!"

Filming wrapped!

The entire crew cheered, and Xiang Nan, who was under the eaves, breathed a sigh of relief.

He put down the walkie-talkie, turned around and went back inside. The staff were busy packing up the equipment, their faces showing a mixture of fatigue and excitement.

Li Cai was also packing his things, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

Xiang Nan reached out and patted Li Cai on the shoulder, his voice softening: "Thank you for your hard work, Director Li. These past two months, the entire set has been under your supervision."

Li Cai waved his hand and shook his head with a smile: "I should be the one saying that. You're both directing and acting, you're much more tired than us. Besides, you're the boss, so don't forget the wrap party tonight."

Xiang Nan smiled, glanced at the staff on set, and announced loudly, "Everyone has worked hard for the past two months. Happy wrap-up! I'll arrange the wrap party, so everyone can have a good rest for a few days!"

Cheers erupted instantly, some people whistled, and others high-fived each other.

Several young actors gathered around to take photos with him, and Xiang Nan didn't refuse, cooperating with each one.

After the crowd dispersed, Xiang Nan walked to a corner, leaned against the wall, tugged at the collar of his trench coat, and took out his phone to dial Chen Yaochuan's number.

Soon, I heard busy sounds and the clatter of keyboards coming through the receiver.

He looked towards the distant film studio, his tone much more relaxed, "Brother Chuan, filming for 'John Wick' has wrapped."

"Really? That's great!" Chen Yaochuan's voice rose a few decibels. "Lin Bei thought it would take another two days. Your mission in North America is finally coming to an end."

"Yeah, that's about it." Xiang Nan nodded. "Filming, promoting songs, and helping Yi Fei boost sales—all of that's taken care of. All that's left is the ABC TV singing competition show."

"Yes, yes, that variety show!" Chen Yaocuan quickly chimed in, "I've already made arrangements with the TV station. It'll be recorded on the 28th. The lineup is pretty strong, with quite a few North American singers and a few Grammy nominees."

Xiang Nan raised an eyebrow: "Such a big fuss?"

"Of course! You're super popular in North America right now, and they're just trying to ride your coattails to boost their ratings," Chen Yaocuan said with a smile. "It's also a win-win for you; you can gain even more fans and boost your album sales. If global sales go up, a Grammy isn't out of the question, is it?"

Xiang Nan hummed in agreement, then suddenly asked an unrelated question: "By the way, how's Wang Lao Er doing back home?"

"Wang Lao Er?" Chen Yaochuan on the other end of the phone was speechless for a moment. "Uh—guess?"

There was a two-second silence on the phone before Xiang Nan's voice came through.

"Guess? Lin Bei, guess your mother!"