Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

After saying that, Gao Yuanyuan felt even better. As she watched Fan Bingbing's chest heave more and more, she felt increasingly aroused.

At that moment, she understood. She suddenly realized the meaning of the endless joy in fighting against heaven, earth, and man.

It turns out that it's true that making others unhappy makes you happy.

She felt that she had wasted the first 20 years of her life.

Yang Che slapped his forehead: "Let me rest for a bit. Or should I leave, and you two start arguing?"

Fan Bingbing really wanted to say, "You're already upset, yet you're two-timing me?" But then she thought about it and realized she didn't have the right to say that, especially since he had already exposed the matter.

Coincidentally, Gao Yuanyuan thought the same thing.

They exchanged another inexplicable glance, then looked away with mutual disdain.

Fan Bingbing was indignant. Ha! This hypocrite actually rolled her eyes at me!

"Let's go, Bingbing, I'll take you back to Anzhen Lane..."

The two spoke in unison again.

"no."

"Doesn't she have legs?"

Yang Che picked up his phone, which was ringing again, glanced at the two of them, and answered it without putting it on speakerphone. It was Yu Dong calling.

"What's wrong, Lao Yu?"

"Come to the Beijing Film Studio, Director Han wants to see you."

"What's up? I'm busy."

"You're really something else. Let me tell you, Director Han isn't even 50 years old yet. He's the director of the Beijing Film Studio who took office by chopping down tables with a kitchen knife."

Yes... this is a true story. After Han Sanping took office at Beijing Film Studio, he invested in a number of high-grossing films such as "Party A, Party B", "Be There or Be Square" and "Kong Fansen", and sold some land. With the money he had, he wanted to build staff housing to solve the housing problem for employees.

Then, because of the old issue of job distribution, a big fuss broke out. Many employees of the Beijing Film Studio were carrying knives and wanted to fight Han Sanping to the death. But when they rushed into his office, they saw him pull open a drawer, take out a kitchen knife, and chop it on the table. Then they immediately stopped.

"What exactly happened?"

"I'm rooting for you. Hurry up, you're in room 201 of the building next to the editing building."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

Yang Che hung up the phone and looked at Fan Bingbing: "Bingbing, I'll have Li Xiangdong take you home. Listen to me, I need to see the factory director. We'll talk about it later."

"Aww."

Fan Bingbing pursed her lips, but finally gave a reply.

Yang Che then looked at the other one: "Yuanyuan, you can stay here. You can eat lunch by yourself."

Gao Yuanyuan responded and stood up, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

Yang Che, who also got up, grabbed her hand and squeezed it: "It's nothing, I'm just going to the Beijing Film Studio to see a leader."

Fan Bingbing rolled her eyes and scoffed dismissively.

Gao Yuanyuan frowned, but seeing her boyfriend's tired face, she didn't argue back. Instead, she softened her tone and said, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Yang Che nodded, then quickly turned around and said irritably, "Let's go."

Fan Bingbing pouted, got up angrily, took three steps in two to the door, and then slammed the door shut as she left.

Gao Yuanyuan's lips slowly curved into a smile, and then she sat back down on the sofa with a rather contented air.

Yang Che breathed a sigh of relief. Although receiving three phone calls was a bit annoying, he knew that if it weren't for those three calls interrupting him, this matter wouldn't have been resolved so easily.

He waved and went out the door. Little Fatty was no longer in sight, but you could hear the "thump thump thump" of him going downstairs.

"Slow down, don't fall."

After shouting, he strode downstairs and managed to catch up with Li Xiangdong on the first floor. The trash scattered on the stair steps had long since disappeared, which must have been cleaned up by Li Xiangdong.

"Don't be angry. Wait for me in the car for a while. I'll stay with you today."

The chubby boy shook off his hand and wiped his face: "I don't care. You're being too biased."

"So you started by calling her a slut?"

"She's just putting on an act in front of you, and she pinches me behind my back. Look, it's all bruised. You don't care about me at all."

"You even slapped her, as if I didn't see it? Her face turned red."

"I...I didn't mean to. She blushed because she was embarrassed. What does it have to do with me?"

"Look at you, you're so talkative, I can't even argue with you. She's a quiet person, but she's also very thoughtful..."

"Pah, she's just showing off... You're always yelling at me, but you're all smiles when you talk to her."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. You go home first, wait for me to finish my business, the boss is waiting for me."

Fan Bingbing immediately fell silent: "Didn't you tell me to wait for you in the car?"

"......"

So Fan Bingbing followed Yang Che into the Grand Cherokee, his expression instantly changing as he cheerfully called out "Brother Li."

Instead, Li Xiangdong responded in a flustered manner.

"Old Li, go to the Beijing Film Studio, to the editing building."

"oh."

Actually, it's just across the street...

During the two- or three-minute ride, Fan Bingbing didn't say a word. However, when she got out of the car, she said very seriously, "Brother, be a little more reserved when you talk to the leader."

Yang Che smiled and said, "I'll listen to you."

Fan Bingbing's lips curled up at a 45-degree angle...

Yang Che knocked three times on the door of office 201.

Upon hearing a strong "Come in," Yang Che pushed open the door and entered. His first thought was that this office was definitely not the one where he had smashed the table with a knife; it looked rather new.

"Director Han, hello..."

"Yang Che, right?"

"it's me."

Han Sanping glanced at him a few times and was quite surprised. Yu Dong wasn't lying; he really did have a handsome appearance.

"sit."

"Thanks."

Yang Che sat down on the sofa very properly.

"Speaking of which, I'm not unfamiliar with you. Last month, some people complained that the script for 'My Sassy Girl' had vulgar values. The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television called the Shanxi Provincial Film Studio to inquire, and Director Li Shuihe said it was a malicious misinterpretation, haha."

As Han Sanping spoke, he brewed a cup of tea.

Yang Che thanked him and said, "Director Li is a man of both virtue and character."

This should be true. After thinking about it for a moment, I understood the gist of it. It must be that some messy things at the Shanxi Film Studio got him involved, but it doesn't matter.

Han Sanping nodded to himself, then sat down and continued, "I just happened to hear about this, and I read your script back then. The approach was fresh, and the pacing was brisk. Today, I happened to see some of the clips you shot in the editing room, and they were really well done. Please forgive me."

"Director Han, you flatter me. It's not that it's good. What you said earlier is very correct, it's just that the approach is novel."

"I heard from Yu Dong that you negotiated a nearly 400 million RMB product placement deal using a betting agreement. Can you share your thoughts on that?"

"Well... it's just gambling. If you lose, you don't suffer much loss, and if you win, everyone's happy."

"Haha, that's true."

Han Sanping smiled and waved his hand: "You know about the establishment of China Film Group, right?"

Yang Che nodded: "I know. The merger and restructuring of the eight film studios will make the mechanism more dynamic and increase the market share of Chinese films."

Han Sanping patted the armrest of the sofa: "That's well said. Our mission is to cross the river, but we can't cross without a bridge or a boat. Without solving the problem of the bridge or the boat, crossing the river is just empty talk."