I'm really good at this.

Zhang Hong was kicked out by Sun Zheng.

The reason given was that he needed to rest at the hospital and found Zhang Hong an eyesore.

In reality, Zhang Hong felt that he was jealous of his good looks and his thick, black hair.

He planned to go home first to organize the script, and then go to the film set in the afternoon to wait for Luo Yun to come over, and also to see what the original second female lead was like.

But as soon as he got to his doorstep, he saw the guy across the street with long, straight black hair sitting against his door, his head tilted to the side with his eyes closed, and red liquid dripping from his head.

"How did you die this time?" Zhang Hong stared blankly, his tone completely emotionless. "Been shot in the head from 800 miles away?"

"No, that's not right." Lin Muqing opened her eyes and corrected his mistake. "He was banging on the door desperately but no one answered, so in a moment of despair, he banged his head against the door and ended up killing himself."

Zhang Hong: "..."

Who the hell would have thought of dying like that!

"I won again this time." Lin Muqing got up, expressionless, and took out a small notebook from her pocket to start taking notes.

Zhang Hong leaned over to open the door, and the delicate fragrance that wafted into his nostrils almost made him sneeze.

He glanced at the book out of the corner of his eye and still saw what was written in the notebook.

【2: 0】

"What's this?" Zhang Hong turned around and asked as the door opened, but Lin Muqing had already squeezed into the room. "Hey! Why aren't you at your own home? What are you doing here?"

"Wash away the bloodstains." Lin Muqing, who had already run into the bathroom, poked her head out. Her long, straight black hair, long enough to make shampoo droop without any special effects, cascaded down like a waterfall. "Also, that's the number of times you died. You never guessed the way you died correctly."

After saying that, she shrunk her head back into the bathroom.

Zhang Hongcai was speechless.

Who could have predicted your bizarre death...?

A few minutes later, Lin Muqing, who had washed her face and hair, came out drying her hair: "Where's the hairdryer? And why does your face towel smell like smoke? It's disgusting."

"..." Zhang Hong lit a cigarette and stared with dead fish eyes. "Using someone else's face towel to dry your hair... that's disgusting."

"..." Lin Muqing didn't retort, but sat down on the sofa a meter away from Zhang Hong and silently wiped her hair.

Her face was covered by a towel, so her expression was completely hidden.

An inexplicable silence fell over the room.

After a long silence, Lin Muqing's clear voice broke the silence: "I used to hate you."

Zhang Hong raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You hate me? A pampered princess like you would actually care about an ordinary person like me?"

"You consider yourself an ordinary person?" The woman with long, straight black hair turned her head slightly, raised her hand to tuck her long, straight hair behind her ear, "Just as disgusting as those 'other people's children'."

Yes, to her, Zhang Hong was "someone else's perfect child".

From childhood.

From the time I had never met Zhang Hong.

Every time she did well on a test, improved her physical education grades, or achieved something, her parents would say, "Well done, it's a pity you could catch up with Xiao Hong."

When she didn't do well, they would say, "Look at Xiao Hong, and then look at you. Why can't you learn from her?"

Yes, Zhang Hong's presence weighed heavily on her like a mountain.

No matter what she did, Zhang Hong was better than her.

Throughout elementary and middle school, she was always second in her grade.

In order to get away from her childhood sweetheart whom she had never spoken to, Lin Muqing even begged her parents to transfer her to another prestigious high school.

She finally got first place in the whole grade.

But Zhang Hong still holds the top spot in the entire city.

From then on, this person became a shadow in her heart.

However, since entering university, she has come to realize that the so-called "other people's children" are just "other people's children."

The real Zhang Hong may not be the perfect neighbor's child that her parents describe.

So she wanted to get to know him and see what kind of person he was.

But not knowing how to approach him, he tried to test Zhang Hong by playing dead.

If he thinks I'm crazy, or completely ignores me.

Then forget it; there's no need for me to get to know a stranger.

But to my surprise, he was a very outgoing guy.

Moreover, his personality seems... more like that of an ordinary young man who has been around since childhood.

But Lin Muqing felt good.

She admires geniuses who lack arrogance even more.

At the very least... he seems more like a real person, rather than a "perfect template" in other people's eyes.

Although she said he was just as disgusting as those girls who got full marks but said "it's no good," she believed she could tell whether it was genuine or an act.

But that's what makes it so infuriating.

He clearly plays the piano well, but claims he only has a superficial understanding.

He's clearly very good at playing the erhu, but he claims he only knows a little bit.

Despite having excellent grades, she claimed that she had no talent, only that she worked a little harder than others.

The key point is that he actually actually believes that way.

And he put it into action.

Despite having such good grades, why did she choose to apply to a film academy?

He's clearly very handsome, yet he wants to study directing...

Perhaps Lin Muqing was envious.

After all, he was able to do things that I could never do.

Striving for dreams and all that...

The woman with long, straight black hair suddenly looked up: "Your dream is to make a truly impactful movie or TV series so you can go down in history?"

"No," Zhang Hong sighed, "I have absolutely no interest in these things."

In his past life, he hated the entertainment industry the most.

No, it's not exactly annoying; at least I enjoyed watching the drama unfold.

"So what is your dream?" The girl with long, straight black hair... well, you can't really call her a girl anymore, since she's already twenty-three.

The girl with long, straight black hair felt a little curious.

What is the dream of this guy who has always been the "perfect child"?

Change the world?

To leave a mark on history?

Or do you dream of becoming an ordinary person, living an ordinary life?

Then why go to film school?

Because of rebellion?

"Money and beautiful women."

But Zhang Hong's answer shattered her expectations.

She subconsciously gave him a look of disgust and coldness.

Just like the female characters in those comics Zhang Hong had seen in his previous life, "She has a disgusted expression but lifts her skirt to show you what's under it."

"Okay, actually it's career and love."

Isn't it all the same...? Lin Muqing's cold and disdainful gaze grew even colder.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Hong pouted and asked, "Are you angry?"

No.

"Isn't this just anger..." Zhang Hong smiled and countered, "So what is your dream? Money? Status? Or something else?"

"I don't know either." The woman with long, straight black hair looked confused. "Although I'm not a particularly rich second-generation heir, my family is considered middle class. Money... doesn't seem to be that important."

In her mind, a family without hundreds of billions in assets is not considered a top-tier second-generation rich kid.

As for status... she didn't have that kind of idea.

After thinking for a moment, she tilted her head slightly: "Maybe... my dream is to live an ordinary life, to be an ordinary person?"

This is certainly not a lie.

But that's not entirely the truth.

She understands her family background and knows her own identity.

Therefore, she understands it a little better.

When you enjoy the benefits that come with your status, you must naturally also bear the responsibilities that come with it.

That's why she envied Zhang Hong.

Even though her parents were just ordinary working-class people, they were more successful than her.

This old house is, in the end, just an old house.

Since my parents made their fortune twenty years ago, everything here has been destined to be a completely different world from mine.

However, it seems his parents are still paying attention to him...

Therefore, she both admired and disliked Zhang Hong.

I envy him for being able to choose his own life, and that's why I dislike him.

Zhang Hong had no idea what she was thinking.

His gaze shifted to her designer clothes and the Patek Philippe ladies' watch on her wrist.

Then I gave her a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

This woman with long, straight black hair has stopped hiding her true identity as a rich, beautiful, and successful woman ever since she revealed it.

I used to wear clothes that cost a few hundred yuan, but now the starting price is four figures!

Zhang Hong didn't know how much the watch cost, but he recognized the Patek Philippe logo; it must have started at six figures.

What he hates most are these pretentious people!

They are incredibly wealthy, with no shortage of food, clothing, or daily necessities, and they don't have to worry about making a living or struggling to buy a car or house.

But he pretended to be serious and said things like, "I just want to be an ordinary person, I just want to live an ordinary life."

Just like the four arrogant kings of his previous life.

"Unaware of his wife's beauty", "Never touched money", "Small goals", "Ordinary family".

Tsk, just thinking about it makes me angry.

There's not much more to say at this point.

"If you're alright, go home quickly. I need to get some rest today; I have to go to the film set tomorrow."

This is also Zhang Hong's "privilege".

He was the director, and the other actors and crew all lived in the film studio. But because he lived relatively close to home, he saved money and rode his magenta scooter home to sleep every day.

Lin Muqing didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

"A three million investment, do you want it?"

Zhang Hong sighed: "Of course I want it, but to be honest, this project is basically hopeless. Your three million will most likely go down the drain."

Although he was full of confidence when he met Sun Zheng, in reality...

He had absolutely no confidence in the revised script.

Sun Zheng is a veteran director with twenty years of experience, and Zhang Hong could sense that he didn't have high hopes for this film.

Moreover, he's a complete novice, yet he casually tweaks a script and confidently believes it will become a huge hit...

Are you really going to write a novel?

He's just going through the motions of finishing this TV series so he can run off and become an ordinary office worker.

Anyway, I got my kicks, and I genuinely couldn't stand those popular celebrities and that terrible script.

So you can get nervous too? That makes you more human... Lin Muqing suddenly felt much better: "Then I'm definitely investing the three million. It's not a lot of money anyway. But there's one condition: I want to join your production team as a producer."

She paused, and seeing Zhang Hong raise an eyebrow, she added, "Don't worry, I won't interfere with your work. I studied business administration, and I also know a bit about the entertainment industry."

A TV series isn't finished just by being filmed. The subsequent processes, whether it's airing on television first or streaming online first and then planning for broadcast, are very complicated. A great artist like you probably wouldn't bother dealing with those kinds of people.

Zhang Hong pursed his lips.

Indeed, this was a question he had never considered.

He thought that once the TV series was filmed, it was over, and that the production team would handle everything else, from getting on TV to negotiating with video websites.

If this girl really wants to do it, maybe she can.

Furthermore, an additional investment of three million can be made.

As for the importance of three million...

After seeing her clothes and that watch, Zhang Hong completely stopped thinking about it.

But... can a 23-year-old girl really do it?

"Are you sure you can do it?"

Faced with Zhang Hong's questioning, Lin Muqing touched her forehead with her right hand, brushed her bangs back, and said with a confident and sharp expression, "Who do you think I am?"

At that moment, the light emanating from her almost blinded Zhang Hong's gold-plated eyes.

So cool!

Moreover, this girl had a curvaceous figure, was about 1.7 meters tall, and had long legs encased in black pantyhose, plus long, straight black hair that pierced Zhang Hong's heart...

Tsk, Zhang Hong began to hate his own mediocrity.

If I had the ability...

Forget it, I'll stop thinking about that for now.

Zhang Hong composed himself and said seriously, "Alright, you'll come to the film set with me tomorrow. If you feel it's not working out, you can withdraw your investment and leave at any time. If it's suitable, you can handle the business matters as well."

"it is good."

In a cheerful mood, Lin Muqing hummed an unknown tune as she left.

Looking at the closed security door, Zhang Hong clenched his fist, then relaxed it.

When the conditions are too different, he really won't have any thoughts.

He stood up, intending to change his clothes and take a shower to relax.

Just then, the phone rang.

It was my dad calling.

As soon as I answered the phone, my dad's voice came through:

"Son, how's your TV series going?"

PS: Chapter 2, 3700 words!

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