Huayu: Returned Overseas Chinese

After blaming herself, Yu Li looked at the two of them again before speaking:

"Old Wu, when you have time, go help Jingming organize the company. What kind of mess is this? It's making us a laughing stock in the industry."

Upon hearing this, Wu Bing quickly replied:

"Director Yu, don't worry, I'll accompany Jingming to the company this afternoon."

At this point, Wu Bing paused for a moment, then looked at Chen Jingming and said:

"Jingming, since you're looking for an assistant director, I do have someone I can recommend. However, his family situation isn't very good right now, so you might need to pay some money upfront."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Li reacted instantly and said:

"You wouldn't want to introduce Old Wang from Beijing Film Academy there, would you? Aren't you afraid Han Sanping will come knocking on your door and demand an explanation?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Wu Bing said, pursing her lips, then looked at the bewildered Chen Jingming and explained:

Wang Shuo, a senior actor and assistant director at the Taipei Film Studio, is 38 years old this year. Unfortunately, his wife was diagnosed with leukemia at the end of last year. It's called promyelocytic leukemia, I think. The treatment is expensive, but there is still a chance of a cure.

Since his wife fell ill, he hasn't been able to go to the film set for years, and his salary is only the basic wage of a little over two thousand yuan, which is far from enough to cover medical expenses. If you could bring him to your company to manage affairs, you could completely relax and let go of the reins.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jingming's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly said:

"Teacher Wu, money is not a problem. As long as he really has the ability you described, I will pay for it."

Upon hearing this, Yu Li wanted to say something, but then sighed and lowered her head. They were all old friends, and Wang Shuo had finally found a way out. Although it meant giving up a stable job within the system, it was ultimately a good thing to save his family's lives.

Seeing this, Wu Bing no longer hesitated and said, "Okay, I'll call him now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Hey, Lao Wu, what made you think of calling me?"

The phone rang twice, and a tired voice came through the receiver asking a question.

"Old Wang, how's Xiaomei's health? Is her condition stable?"

Instead of getting straight to the point, Wu Bing first inquired about the current situation of Wang Shuo's wife.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo spoke with remarkable calmness, tinged with a hint of self-deprecation:

"It's alright, but these imported injections are ridiculously expensive. One injection costs over two hundred yuan, and a course of treatment requires fifty injections. I really can't afford it."

Upon hearing this, Wu Bing felt a pang of unease and asked directly:

"Old Wang, here's the thing. I have a student here who started a film and television company. He's only a sophomore, and the company is currently in a mess. He urgently needs to find a reliable person in charge, and you were the first person I thought of."

"As long as you're willing to switch jobs to a private company, all of Xiaomei's medical expenses will be covered here, including her long-term recuperation costs. What do you think?"

"Really?" Wang Shuo exclaimed on the other end of the phone, then nervously asked, "Is it reliable?"

"It's definitely reliable. Director Yu is right beside me and knows about the whole thing. Would I deliberately try to fool you?"

Wu Bing said with some dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo immediately responded excitedly:

"Old Wu, this is such a wonderful surprise! Just name a time, and I'm ready to go anytime. I'll do anything to cure Xiaomei."

Wu Bing turned to look at Chen Jingming beside her. The phone's sound was clear, and both of them had heard the conversation clearly.

Chen Jingming spoke up at the opportune moment: "Teacher Wu, I can pay the medical expenses first so that he can focus on his treatment. He can come back to work at the company after his condition stabilizes."

Wu Bing nodded upon hearing this, and leaned closer to the microphone to say:

"Old Wang, you should have heard what Jingming said."

"I heard it, I heard it clearly!" Wang Shuo was very excited and quickly added, "Old Wu, I'm going to the school to find you right away. As long as there is hope for Xiaomei's treatment, I will submit my resignation this afternoon."

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you at school."

Wu Bing readily agreed and then hung up the phone.

After hanging up the call, Wu Bing instructed Chen Jingming:

"Jingming, you go to class first. I'll call you over when Wang Shuo arrives."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Teacher Wu and Director Yu. I'll go to class now."

Chen Jingming nodded, politely said goodbye to the two, and turned to leave the office.

After leaving the teaching building, he didn't rush to the classroom. Instead, he walked alone to a corner of the small playground. With no one around, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and stood quietly, beginning to seriously reflect on his actions.

Chen Jingming didn't know when it started, but he gradually became a bit "arrogant".

His knowledge of the entertainment industry was based solely on fragmented online memories from his previous life; he had never delved into the industry's rules and details. Relying on these scattered pieces of precognitive information, he became arrogant and overconfident, believing he could succeed at anything.

It seems that ever since he resolved his uncle's family's troubles, he has had a smooth and successful career, never encountering any obstacles. This series of setbacks during his acting auditions is the most realistic lesson he has learned.

He secretly reminded himself that he couldn't act recklessly just because he had memories of the future. He had to be realistic in his actions and be extremely cautious in dealing with any industry, person, or matter, and he couldn't blindly overestimate himself anymore.

The more Chen Jingming thought about it, the clearer his mind became, and his chaotic thoughts gradually settled down. He secretly made a rule that from now on, no matter what decision he made, he would thoroughly understand the situation before expressing his opinions and taking action, and do things in a down-to-earth manner, avoiding impetuosity and arrogance.

After calming himself down and smoking a few cigarettes, Chen Jingming slowly got up and walked towards the teaching building. He arrived at the classroom window and immediately saw his roommate sitting in the last row, so he quietly slipped in through the back door.

There was a sudden noise beside him. Zhao Wenbo turned around and saw that it was Chen Jingming. He immediately lowered his voice and whispered:

"Why are you here? I thought you were going to skip class again."

"What do you mean by skipping class? I had important things to take care of."

Chen Jingming offered an awkward explanation. Since the "Bright Sword" project began preparations, he had been missing more and more classes. The teachers were aware of his special circumstances and usually wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for him.

"Alright, let's get down to business. We're together every day, we know each other well."

Li Yang, who was sitting next to him, overheard the conversation and immediately exposed his lie.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jingming reached out and ruffled Li Yang's hair a few times. Li Yang quickly dodged, complaining with annoyance:

"Don't mess with my hair! I put on a lot of mousse this morning, and now that my hair is messed up, how am I supposed to attract my senior's attention?"

This joke elicited quiet laughter from the people around, who kept their voices very low, afraid of disturbing the old professor lecturing in front.

"With your hairstyle, the mousse is applied too thickly and stiffly, and your hair is so oily it's shiny. Flies could stick to it. And you still have the nerve to show it off."

Looking at Li Yang's comical appearance, Liu Tiejun couldn't help but make a joke.

"You're just jealous of me. This morning, a senior sister even gave me her contact information. You don't get that kind of treatment."

Upon hearing this, Li Yang slightly raised his chin, his face full of arrogance.

Liu Tiejun scoffed and mercilessly exposed her, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I have high hopes for you senior sisters who weigh 160 pounds."

Before Li Yang could retort, the old professor above the podium suddenly tapped on the desk and looked towards the back row:

"Li Yang, stand up and answer the question. Explain the question on the blackboard: What is the total production cost, and how do you distinguish between direct and indirect costs?"

Instantly, all eyes in the class turned to him.

Li Yang stood frozen in embarrassment, forcing himself to slowly stand up. Seeing this, Liu Tiejun, Zhao Wenbo, Chen Jingming, and the others quickly lowered their heads and shrank back, trying to minimize their presence, afraid of being called on by the professor.