I'm really good at this.

"You've arrived."

"I am coming."

Does it have a tail?

"No, I waited for three hours before I came out, and it's already four in the morning."

"Great, how's the progress on your end?"

"Pretty good." Lin Chuan paused, then said helplessly, "Why does this feel like a secret agents' rendezvous? Couldn't you just turn on the lights?"

In the darkness, the empty room fell silent.

After a long pause, a deep male voice rang out: "I thought this would feel better."

As they were talking, the room suddenly brightened up.

Squinting to relieve the strain on his eyes from the change in light, Lin Chuan straightened up from his hunched position.

In front of him was an ordinary-looking man dressed in a plain short-sleeved shirt, plain shorts, and plain flip-flops.

No, this man is anything but ordinary.

After all, it's rare to see a man who is over two meters tall and has such a muscular physique that his short-sleeved shirt looks like a tight-fitting suit.

In particular, he was bald.

This person is Lin Cai, who is also the father of Lin Chuan and Lin Muqing.

Judging from their appearance, Lin Chuan and Lin Muqing's mother must be very beautiful, and the two siblings inherited their mother's looks 100%.

Otherwise, if he had inherited his father's genes, Zhang Hong would probably have met Lin Chuan, who is 1.95 meters tall and looks like he should be in the first three parts of JOJO, and Lin Muqing, who is broad-shouldered and burly.

"Dad, you can't hide your physique no matter what you do, it's just too obvious."

"Enough with the nonsense." Lin Cai grabbed his son and slammed him into a chair, then said in a deep voice, "How's the matter going?"

Lin Chuan grimaced and rubbed his back before saying, "Everything is under control! But there's a small problem now."

"explain."

"Originally, thanks to my efforts, the remaining budget for Brother Hong's film would only be enough for him to shoot half of it at most. Maintaining the same level of large-scale production for the other half was definitely out of the question. However... he got in touch with Liu Yishou yesterday."

Lin Cai's eyebrows furrowed like two caterpillars, forming a deep "川" shape, just like Shin-chan's: "Is it that Liu Yishou?"

"Who else could it be?" Lin Chuan said helplessly. "I was chatting with Brother Hong before going to bed to try and find out some information, and I actually found out."

He didn't come to the set yesterday; it turns out he went to Liu Yishou's production to do a cameo role. I heard Liu Yishou is going to help promote our TV series afterwards. Dad, what are we going to do?

Lin Cai said in a deep voice, "You just go and complete your task. I'll take care of the rest."

He paused, then asked, "Are you sure that everything is under control, except for this?"

"Of course!" Lin Chuan said confidently. "I bought a film studio for this mission! I even airlifted a bunch of equipment! I also poured five million of my own savings into it! If I still can't handle this, I might as well go out and get a regular job! What right do I have to do this promising job as a rich second-generation?"

As he spoke, he took out a cigar, quickly cut it in half, handed one to his father, and lit it for him and his father with a long match.

"Okay, but don't tell your mother about my cigar smoking. I've already promised her I'd quit." Lin Cai was very satisfied with her son's actions.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut! Besides, cigars don't go into the lungs." Lin Chuan patted his pectoral muscles, making his ribs crack. "You can trust me when I get things done! This mission is half done! If I still fail in the end, I'll change my name!"

"No need for that." Lin Cai grinned. "If this can't be resolved, then I'll confiscate your unlimited credit card and send you to Africa to dig for diamonds."

Lin Chuan grinned smugly: "Pshaw, forget about digging for diamonds. If this fails, I'd rather plant trees in the Sahara!"

"Good job, you're a true son." Lin Cai gave his son a light tap on the shoulder with his bear paw, making him wince. "Go on, but don't give yourself away."

"Just you wait and see!"

Lin Chuan happily rolled away.

After he left, Lin Cai, with a cigar in his mouth, took out his phone and dialed Zhang Hong's father, Zhang Hao.

At that moment, Zhang Hao, who hadn't slept and was waiting for news, answered the phone at lightning speed: "Old Lin, how's it going?"

"Everything's under control, bro!" Lin Cai slapped his chest muscles, making a loud thud. "Everything's settled. My nephew's show will definitely get made, and the initial special effects will be amazing! But it's bound to fall apart later on! Thanks to my management, my nephew has already spent almost the entire budget! The second half of his drama is definitely going to be a disaster! But..."

"But what?"

"It's just that he had a small cameo role in that pretty famous Liu Yishou drama. I don't have any connections in the entertainment industry, so will this have a big impact?"

"It's alright, just go for it. I'll take care of things in the entertainment industry," Zhang Hao laughed. "I'm leaving everything to you."

"You can trust me to get things done! If I fail to do this, I'll change my name to something else!"

"Okay, that's all for now. You should get some rest too. Thank you for your help this time, Lao Lin."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Cai smiled confidently.

He may not understand the entertainment industry, but he does understand the concepts of "connections" and "relationships" in society!

Zhang Hong is a greenhorn. Liu Yishou might exchange a few polite words with him, but Liu Yishou has invested over 100 million! He didn't even pay him a commission, so why would Liu Yishou help him promote his work? Is he just creating a competitor for himself?

Why should someone who has no connection to you help you? Just because you're handsome?

This world is very cruel.

............

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hao took out a cigarette, put it under his nose, and took a satisfying drag.

Because his wife was at home, he dared not smoke.

After inhaling the aroma of the plum, he returned to his bedroom.

Zhang Hong's mother, Liu Yan, was still working at her computer with a face mask on. When she saw him come in, she looked up and asked, "How's that thing going, son?"

"Everything's under control!" Zhang Hao said confidently. "There's just one small thing. I heard our son spent a whole day as an extra in a film directed by Liu Yishou. Will that have any impact?"

"Liu Yishou? That director?" Liu Yan nodded. "That director is quite capable. This time, his crew is short-staffed, and I heard that his company used connections to send a newcomer they were planning to promote to the crew. I've read the script; it should be fine."

She did watch the film crew, but not for work; it was simply out of a woman's curiosity.

Although she is a woman nearing fifty and takes good care of herself, she still enjoys watching TV dramas.

They naturally knew about Liu Yishou, a director with an excellent reputation in the industry.

She heard that an entertainment company owned by one of her husband's former employees had sent in an actor, so she got a copy of the script outline to know the plot in advance—she's the kind of person who likes to know the plot beforehand and then watch the process unfold.

So if he's only making a cameo appearance for one day, his role should be the female lead's ex-boyfriend.

This is just a minor, cannon fodder role, usually only appearing in flashbacks, and he only appears in less than two episodes, which fits perfectly with the idea of ​​his son making a cameo appearance in one episode.

That's fine then, but she knew her husband's capabilities very well, so she asked again, "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Don't worry about me, honey! No problem at all!" Zhang Hao patted his chest muscles, making them bulge. "If our son still can't settle down and find a job as a regular office worker this time, I'll change my name!"

Liu Yan rolled her eyes: "Think back to more than 20 years ago, every time you said that, the result was always the opposite."

"That's all outdated!" Zhang Hao explained. "Wife, we're materialists; feudal superstition is no good! The Qing Dynasty was overthrown two or three hundred years ago!"

"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you."

But Liu Yan quickly became worried again: "If our son finds out the truth later, do you think he'll hate us?"

"No," Zhang Hao said confidently. "He will only lose hope and motivation in life."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and opened a news article.

A 26-year-old netizen was suddenly told he would inherit 200 million yuan, and expressed his confusion: all sense of accomplishment at work has vanished, and he has lost his purpose in life.

"Look! It's not just us! Some people are just as unlucky!"

Zhang Hao deeply empathized with this news article.

And he was also very envious.

You only inherited 200 million, while I inherited tens of billions!

Moreover, after decades of operation, their assets have become so large that they themselves don't even know the exact amount!

Sigh... I absolutely cannot let my son suffer the same fate that ruined the rest of my life!

Seeing his wife still worried, Zhang Hao put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her: "Don't worry, after the child turns thirty, I will tell him part of the truth so that he can stand tall and find us a satisfactory daughter-in-law! Then, when he is thirty-five and mature, I will tell him the whole truth and start to slowly nurture him!"

When he's around forty, we can retire and enjoy our later years.

Liu Yan leaned against her husband's chest, her eyes full of longing: "Retirement... I want to go back to the village and cultivate a piece of land. You can farm every day while I weave cloth, and then when you come back, I'll make you your favorite stewed wild vegetables."

"Yes, the life of men farming and women weaving is what we want." Zhang Hao also fell into reminiscence.

He gently kissed his wife's forehead and teased, "Back then, I was captivated by your braided pigtails and floral cotton-padded jacket. I remember that day I had just come back from the fields, and because I was too tired, I didn't watch where I was going and accidentally got all the mud on the floral cotton-padded jacket that your mother had just sewn for you."

But you didn't scold me. Instead, you took a handkerchief and wiped the mud off my face. Then, as you left, your braided pigtails swung back and forth, and they touched my heart.

"Me too..." Liu Yan smiled sweetly. "Back then, I thought you were a bit silly and naive, but you still came to help my dad carry water and herd cattle every day. The way you looked at me back then was so bright, it was kind of scary."

"Hehe~~" Zhang Hao chuckled indulgently, "I suddenly feel sorry for our son, who's been all alone since he was little. What do you think about giving him a little sister?"

"Ugh~~~"

............

A month and a half later—

Zhang Hong is on set.

Zhang Hong, Lin Muqing, Wang Ye, and others were having a meeting in the small house.

"We've already filmed seven episodes. According to the schedule, only three episodes are left." Zhang Hong stretched. "Finally, we're almost done!"

He's finally about to be liberated!

Even if you eat abalone, sea cucumber, and shark fin every day while staying on the mountain, you'll get tired of it!

"Yes, the treatment is just too good, no one wants to leave," Wang Ye agreed with a smile.

He admired Zhang Hong more and more.

Under Zhang Hong's guidance, not only did the photography crew improve rapidly, but Luo Jun and Bai Xueye's acting skills also improved by leaps and bounds. Often, a scene required fewer than two takes! Most scenes were even nailed in one take!

Moreover, Brother Hong gave the post-production team a very free environment; as long as the effect was good, he didn't care about anything else!

Wang Ye discussed it with the photography and post-production teams, and they believed that this show would definitely become the biggest hit in the next few years!

No! This play will become a classic!

Lin Chuan was also pleased, but he couldn't show it; in fact, his expression was quite serious: "There's a problem, though. Our production budget... is already insufficient. Including post-production, the money is probably only enough to produce the first seven episodes. As for the last three episodes... sigh, it's all my fault for not controlling the budget well."

Although he looked remorseful, he was actually quite pleased inside.

He felt that his acting skills had also improved a lot.

He lowered his head slightly, waiting for Zhang Hong to be shocked and berate him.

But......

Zhang Hong was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Isn't this all part of your plan?"

Lin Chuan was startled. What did this mean?

He asked cautiously, "You knew all along?"

"Of course I know," Zhang Hong laughed. "According to the plot, the last three episodes are set in modern times, so what kind of budget could we need? Isn't it because you knew this that you poured most of the budget into the first seven episodes?"

"Huh?!" Lin Chuan was dumbfounded.

That's not how it was written in the script!

wrong!

He suddenly remembered that Zhang Hong's latest script was originally intended for him to see, but his younger sister put it away after reading it!

He suddenly looked up and met his younger sister's ambiguous smile.

Lin Muqing! You schemed against me!

PS: Two more chapters with over 6000 words each.

I feel like I'm about to get a heart-to-heart talk from the editor again.

If things continue like this, either the recommendation for publication will be cut off, or it will probably take 3 to 40 words to be published.

Since I'm so conscientious, giving me a recommendation vote isn't too much to ask, right?

So, as usual, I'm asking for votes 2/2!

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