Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Everyone at Yiren Media knows that once the movie is officially released, as long as Fan Bingbing receives positive reviews, some media outlets will try to discredit QY.

People always have to pay the price for their words and deeds.

Okay, it's sure to get good reviews. After all, it's a movie that sold $265 million to Japan.

Like Zhao Zhetian, Cheng Hong also felt a mix of emotions.

She knew he was capable, capable in many ways, but she didn't expect him to be this capable, just like the first time.

Seeing her husband's childlike, jealous look as he told the nanny to turn off the TV, Cheng Hong thought to herself: You have plenty of reasons to be jealous...

Yang Che is a really nice kid.

Chen Kaige paused, his face serious: "I was wondering, can the aesthetics of the Japanese and Koreans be the same as those of the Chinese? The movie has been hyped up like this before it's even released. When it's released and domestic audiences don't buy it, I'd like to see who's embarrassed."

Cheng Hong really wanted to say that she still had his script, but she knew that if she said that, her husband would be heartbroken.

He then said, "We should think of it this way: Yang Che either has extremely strong negotiation skills or has channels in Japan and South Korea. In the future, we can also ask him to sell our movies."

Chen Kaige gave a soft hum and didn't say anything.

Cheng Hong smiled and said, "His boss invested in the drama I acted in last time. I heard that the ratings for the pilot episode in Tianjin reached 26%."

"Is that so?"

"I've told you before. I saw potential in this kid back then, which is why I helped him rent equipment from the company. Otherwise, would he be calling me 'sister'?"

Chen Kaige suddenly realized that his wife had discovered a talented "younger brother" and had humbled herself to befriend him. He couldn't help but say, "Well, thank you for your hard work."

"fine."

Cheng Hong was starting to lose her composure; her body felt weak at the thought of anything.

...........

Yang Che returned to the loyal No. 8 courtyard. After having a meal of fried noodles with Li Xiangdong by the roadside, he went home and lay on the bed filled with the mixed smell of laundry detergent and Gao Yuanyuan's body fragrance, feeling very at ease.

Just as he was dozing off, his phone rang, and Yang Che really wanted to smash it.

"Hey, don't you know I need to take a nap at this time?"

Liu Chang said disdainfully, "At this time of year, how can someone your age be asleep?"

"Spit it out."

Liu Chang laughed: "Hong Kong's Edko Films is offering HK$155 million, and Taiwan's Dragon Pictures is offering NT$800 million, both for simultaneous release. We're also in talks with Singapore, Malaysia, and Indonesia, with results expected by tomorrow at the latest."

Yang Che raised an eyebrow; he had forgotten something important: the commission hadn't been set.

"You guys are really awesome. Next time, convert it to RMB or USD, okay?"

"Okay. Brother Che, there's one more thing. We've run out of money; the production team's account is completely empty."

"Okay, I'll go this afternoon."

"OK."

Just as Yang Che was about to turn off his phone after hanging up, it rang again; it was Cheng Hong calling.

When the call connected, the older sister's voice was as languid as a cat's.

"I am pregnant."

Yang Che's drowsiness vanished instantly: "What? Holy crap..."

Cheng Hong's tone was incredibly calm: "Of course it's your damn thing."

Yang Che had calmed down: "Where?"

"Home."

"mine?"

"I'm not sure, but you always have so many."

"What are you planning to do?"

"Haha, didn't you say your surname is Chen anyway?"

Yang Che paused, then came to his senses. Who was Cheng Hong? She was a strong woman who knew what she wanted from a young age and was willing to pay the price for it.

"Alright, hopefully the child will resemble you more."

"Are you saying you don't want to take responsibility?"

"That sounds so satisfying, having someone else raise your son."

"Yang Che, you're a real bastard."

"Good sister, that bastard wants to mess with you."

Cheng Hong was taken aback. Well, the other party hadn't believed her at all. Immediately, her heart melted.

Where are you?

"The first time I touched you."

"You've gone back to the capital? Wait for me."

She hung up right after saying that; that's just how straightforward she is.

Yang Che looked at the neatly made bed and felt a headache coming on. Gao Yuanyuan had thrown away all the old bed sheets he had bought before...

Cheng Hong arrived quickly, wearing a black women's beret and a brown trench coat. She took off her glasses and mask as she entered, revealing her bare face, yet she exuded charm, and the desire in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"You bastard, you've forgotten about me now that you have a girlfriend, haven't you?"

Yang Che smiled and took her hand, pressing it against his body: "Does this look like I've forgotten you?"

Cheng Hong raised an eyebrow, then smiled and said, "He's much more sensible than you. Good brother, I have to go back soon, so hurry up."

"So urgent?"

"Um."

Seeing Yang Che pull out the Smurf item, Cheng Hong shook her head: "It's been fine several times, hey? Is there something wrong with you?"

Yang Che was taken aback: "I...do I look like there's something wrong with me?"

Cheng Hong glanced at him, then kissed him, and looked up at him again: "Hmm...that's two different things. You'd better go to the hospital to get it checked out...hmm."

Yang Che stroked her hair, lost in thought, then shook his head: "I think it's your problem. Don't you still have Director Chen? Ugh, ah, Cheng Hong, are you sick?"

Cheng Hong glared at him, then stood up and turned away, too angry to look at him.

Yang Che had no choice but to lean forward and hug her to comfort her.

"Hmm~ Phew"

"Honghong, do you miss me that much?"

"Ah...I can't take it anymore...carry me back to bed."

"it is good."

"Hmm? This..."

"There is a daybed in the study."

A long time passed.

Cheng Hong suddenly laughed.

Yang Che was speechless: "Cheng Hong, don't do that, it makes me look incompetent."

Cheng Hong said in a rather coquettish tone, "Who told you to be so gentle... you beast, oh dear, stop... stop for a second. I'm actually taking medicine."

Yang Che paused, a look of confusion on his face.

"Hey, don't stop!"

After letting out a long breath with her arms around his neck, Cheng Hong continued, "Having children ages you too quickly. I'm afraid of getting old. I want to spend a few more years with you."

Yang Che paused for a moment, then kissed her. "Arthur, Arthur, I'm so sorry."

After that, I didn't let her speak anymore. We couldn't let our good friendship turn sour.

Even though Cheng Hong is a strong woman, she is still a woman. Her physical attraction to him gradually turned into psychological attraction because of his abilities.

As the old saying goes, familiarity breeds affection.

After that, Cheng Hong left, and Yang Che fell asleep.

During this period, more and more Chinese people learned that a movie released on Christmas Eve had sold to Japan for $265 million. The public rarely paid attention to the name Yang Che. Even if they read the detailed report and said that it was pretty impressive, they would forget about it in the blink of an eye.

People in the industry are a different story. Right now, Feng Xiaogang, in Wang Zhongjun's office, is scratching his head: "Should we change the release date for 'Endless'?"