Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

the next day.

When Fan Bingbing woke up, it was already 10 a.m. She was woken up by the urge to urinate, otherwise she could have gone back to sleep.

After she finished urinating on the toilet, the slight soreness and dull pain in her area reminded her of what had happened yesterday. She called out, "Brother~"

There was no response, so she couldn't help but turn into a round face.

After groaning and dragging herself back to the bedroom, she picked up her phone from the bedside table, thinking of calling him. But then she noticed a piece of paper torn from a notebook at the bottom of the phone, with something written on it. It was handwriting as beautiful as his own.

Upon picking it up and taking a look, a smile involuntarily appeared on my lips.

The first thing that catches the eye is her chibi version, lying on the bed looking back and acting cute, with a big head, big eyes, and her bottom sticking out...

"Little Fatty, I've told you several times that you have a habit of sleeping curled up, which is not a good habit."

What I didn't say was, Bingbing, live in my heart, and I won't be afraid anymore.

When I woke up this morning, you were sleeping soundly. Perhaps you were feeling a little unwell, but I prefer to think that you felt at ease, just as I felt at ease looking at your peaceful sleeping face.

At that moment, I wanted to be a person without ideals, just holding you until we grow old, like a tree.

It took me a lot of effort and patience to get out of bed. It's not that you were particularly strong when you hugged me, but I didn't want to disturb your sleep, and I was also a little reluctant to leave. Your body is so soft and yielding, I love it so much.

It's a bit wordy, but I have no choice. If I don't explain it clearly, you really won't understand.

That's it, yes, that's it, just like how we get along. You're quick-witted but always a bit absent-minded, direct yet sensitive, and you always manage to bring a smile to my face unintentionally.

You are like the little birds chirping in the trees outside the building as I write this, cute yet annoying.

It was annoying because it interrupted me, but lovely because I saw your face, and it looked just like you.

I expect you'll wake up quite late, so if I buy you some breakfast later, it'll probably be cold. Knowing your personality, you'll probably just eat it without a care, but it'd be best to heat it up. I saw yesterday that you had a steamer.

But if you're still too lazy to do it, at least pour yourself a glass of hot water and try to be more careful today.

Okay, I have a lot to do today, so I have to go.

Call me if you miss me.

Che99.9.30

Fan Bingbing held the paper and looked at it for a long time. She knew she had looked at it several times, laughing and joking as she read it.

Finally, it was carefully folded and put into the suitcase.

Then I called him.

Yang Che, who had just come out of the film processing room at Beijing Film Studio, answered Xiao Pang's call.

"Brother, I miss you."

Yang Che glanced at Cheng Er, who was halfway through her sentence, and said, "I'm busy. I'll call you back in a bit."

Fan Bingbing's smile froze on her face as she listened to the dial tone on her phone, and then she went into a frenzy.

"Aaaaaah, Yang Che, you bastard, give me back my feelings of being touched, ugh..."

The emotional fluctuations were so great that they aggravated the wound.

Looking at the steamed buns and milk on the table, Fan Bingbing pouted and sat down to eat. She wasn't lazy; she just felt that reheating them wouldn't taste as good, and they were still a little warm. Well, they should be a little warm.

She chuckled to herself as she ate, telling him she was both cute and annoying. And he was just as good, wonderful in every way, but he wasn't only good to her.

Thinking about it makes me feel less upset.

Bah! That bitch, I'm his woman now, you should get lost!

.........

The reason Yang Che was at the Beijing Film Studio was to confirm the post-production details of the film with Cheng Er.

Because the film was shot and edited simultaneously, all the working copies will be completed today.

The rough cutting is currently 40% complete, and normally it should only take a week to finish.

Fine-tuning and final editing, which involves adjusting the rhythm, transitions, and locking the shot, is expected to take 5 days.

Post-production audio, including dialogue editing, adding narration, sound effects, background music, and mixing, will take about a week.

Then it has to go to the Shanghai Film Studio for developing, color matching, and adding subtitles, because the Shanghai Film Studio is the only studio in mainland China that can develop Kodak A-grade film, and its color matching is also the best in the country. Including the travel time, it will take another week.

So we still have to work on it for another month, even with "My Sassy Girl" having few scenes and simple editing.

Fortunately, Cheng Er could basically handle these tasks on his own.

The later budget was 450,000, and the remaining 480,000 in the public account is enough. The remaining 2 million is still with the "Pigsy" production team and will not be gradually transferred back until February next year.

As for the remaining 95 yuan from the GG implantation, that's Yang Che's personal asset. Well, he currently has 188 million yuan in his account, of which 98.5 yuan is his.

Yang Che sighed, "Let's do it as quickly as possible. I still want to participate in the Busan International Film Festival."

"The November film festival is too late to catch up, no matter how fast we try. We'll just have to stick with the Hong Kong Asian Film Festival next year."

Yang Che felt regretful that he couldn't go to South Korea to launch a direct attack, so he called Wu Shixian from the editing room and got into Li Xiangdong's Grand Cherokee to head to the studio.

"Brother Che, your method is feasible. Hollywood not only has a large number of actors who are ready to play roles, but also professional lawyers who can handle all the formalities for just $1000."

Yang Che was speechless: "Old Wu, why are you talking like that?"

Wu Shixian yawned: "Sorry, I made overseas calls all night yesterday and learned bad habits from those Americans."

"Don't say that. Your grandfather was an American, after all."

My maternal grandfather was Persian.

"Damn, I was wondering why you look so much like an Indian."

"Don't swear."

"Hey, with your looks, you'd definitely be a Brahmin in the Indian subcontinent."

"Yes, the Persians ruled India."

"That's a ridiculous statement. Which country surrounding India hasn't ruled India at some point?"

"......"

The two men were talking non-stop when they arrived at No. 8 Courtyard. Li Xiangdong, who was driving, was dumbfounded. These cultured people were really good at talking nonsense. They went from Hollywood prostitutes to the geopolitical issues of the Balkans.

We didn't get back to the main topic until after we got off the bus.

"Old Wu, here's what I'm thinking: I'll provide the script and the money, taking 70% of the profits. You'll provide the people to organize things and contribute 15% of the money, taking 30% of the profits."

Wu Shixian immediately panicked: "No way, I don't know how to make arrangements."

"It's about execution. Come on, let's go upstairs and talk."

Once inside the office, Li Xiangdong resumed his duties as secretary, brewing two cups of strong liquor for the two men who were writing and drawing in front of the whiteboard.

But Yang Che had already drawn a room and was telling a story.

The story title on the image is in English: "The Judging Saw".